Another Life

Today, I have the honor to follow my brother-in-law’s car to his and sister’s new home to experience another kind of life. After nearly five hours’ journey, we finally arrived at Tiger Mountain Village, the junction of Inner Mongolia autonomous region and Liaoning. When we arrived here, we were full of vitality, and the picturesque scenery made people happy. The terrain here is gentle and surrounded by the rolling mountains of the mountains, Tiger mountain village is surrounded. Sitting on the mountain is like the side of the old man’s head lying on his back. They lie there peacefully and enjoy themselves. Before arriving at Tiger Mountain, the hazy mist wrapped the sky. The sky we live in was extremely sunny and gray-blue. The inherent color was restored in this mountain. The sky was surprisingly blue, here are real blue here cloudless blue sky. Soon they arrived at their new home and walked out of the car door as if they had entered the hundred birds garden. There were thousands of unnamed birds singing and welcoming me. The sound of throwing out birds is that everything is silent, but occasionally there are a few calls of donkeys. The yard in the house is very large and can accommodate the free turning of the car. There are two white houses in the quadrangle yard, it seems that the farmers here are very rich. The former poor mountain valley has disappeared with the reform and opening up, and now it has been changed into a happy, peaceful and rich village by people’s hardworking hands. There are a lot of rooms at home. I chose a spacious one in the middle. The Kang is large enough to hold five people. The tap is too thick to hold. When it is opened, it flows down like a waterfall. The water is surprisingly cold like ice cubes, there are still big pots in the kitchen 30 years ago, but modern decoration in the house. Soon night fell and the Moon showed a smiling face from the gap of the tree. The silver moonlight was so clear, the moonlight of our city is covered by gray black gauze and mixed with the colorful street lamps of the city. Only here can we see its true color. The night was even more quiet and silent. Even the birds had a rest and could not hear any sound. There was also the sound of cars passing by in the middle of the night in my home. Only in this way can we feel the real peace. I woke up in the dazzling sunshine in the morning. I thought it was over eight o’clock. It was not four o’clock. I opened the curtain and opened the window. Hundreds of birds were singing. My sister was already sweeping the yard, I ran out and swept the yard like a senior schoolmate. The yard was surrounded by various trees, some of which looked like five fingers raised high; Some looked like tall and straight poplar; some big and round bird cages are waiting there silently, and there is no gentle breeze in this quiet mountain village. The wind was blocked by the surrounding mountains, blocking all the dirty things outside. This was a piece of pure land. Before six o’clock, the brother-in-law had packed up his briefcase and walked out of the house. It was time for him to go to work. He went to work at six o’clock every day and got off work at sunset. The people in the mountain were all working at sunrise and resting at sunset, my brother-in-law drove away and closed the heavy iron gate. We had dinner and went to the four families to go to the fair, because I came here specially to accompany me, long way usually she is not of stay at home everyday laundry cleaning and cooking yard waiting brother-in-law back. Walk out of the house and walk along a slender asphalt road until you reach the end. There were wide farmhouses on both sides. Under the shade of the doorway, many people looked at us, two strangers Curiously. After about an hour’s walk, our eyes were suddenly enlightened. There were no more trees and farmhouses on both sides, but an open place, the field was full of corn, green and boundless. A gust of wind blew graceful and charming. White clouds floated in the Blue Ocean like pieces of ice, while thin clouds were like gauze and thick black was like ink, which made people breathless, it is so low that it seems that you can tear a piece of it down with your hand. Sometimes it is quiet and kind; Sometimes it is deep and restrained; Sometimes it changes the dancing posture like a piece of fairy clothes, which are seamless and wireless and natural. Clouds are floating on the top of the mountain. If you reach the top of the mountain, you will enter the fairyland of clouds. I really want to enter, but the mountain is surrounded by corn and protected by the confusion all over the mountain, I can only look at it from a distance under the care of the people living on the hillside. The green mountains prosper. Under the nourishment of the mountains, trees have sprung up like mushrooms; The branches are flourishing and dense, crisscrossing; The leaves are plump and naturally stretch, flashing under the scorching sun. The leaves are green, transparent, fresh and vigorous, green is everywhere, Green enters people’s eyes and hearts. There is also the slender and long grass, which is full of vigor and vitality. It is like laying layers of green soft carpets on the mountain. Suddenly, some hilltops turned black, but the bottom of the mountainside was bright green. On the left side of some Hills was covered by black and gray, while on the right side was full of vitality and luxuriant, the daze I saw turned out to be yuner’s fault. This light and shade change is also the cloud between mountains. The time spent in this mountain was too long. When I arrived at the market, there was no one selling things. When I came back, it was already in the dusk, walking on this small road in the countryside, I felt the sunset sinking gradually and pieces of auspicious clouds appeared beside me. Under the cover of auspicious clouds, xiangyunshi appeared here, the Golden and tall Xiangyun waiter was facing the big mountain towering between the heaven and the Earth, just like a cloud. The sky was my home, rising in the morning, watching the sunset, just like a cloud, free and unrestrained, he came and went without caring. The setting sun was covered by the mountain more than half of his face sank down suddenly. In a flash, the mountain was no longer green and the sky was no longer blue. The moon had already emerged from the top of the mountain. After a while, it was covered by the mountain. The round moon, suddenly the world became silvery white. Don’t be afraid that you can’t find your way home because there is a moon accompanying us, and I will walk with the moon. I will be sent to my door until I sleep. It will still accompany me outside. Mountains are a beautiful scenery in my heart. Mountains are passed down from generation to generation, witnessing the changes of history and the replacement of times. After thousands of years of hardship and vicissitudes, we have been living forever, standing unswervingly between heaven and earth, standing beside us. I really left the mountain village and walked into the pure and natural mountain without artificial transformation. I am very grateful to my sister and brother-in-law for bringing me here to experience this other kind of life, tomorrow I will come back to my world, facing the contract number forecast number every day receiving unit delivery unit goods name weight quantity logistics card weighing truck number, while the elder sister still lived her ordinary, happy and quiet life, the sisters in the same family lived a different life, which was life, different life. 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Autumn thoughts

I stand in the wind when I stare at the harvest in the golden autumn on the day when fallen leaves are flying. Taste the rhythm of autumn wind and the thoughts of rain carefully with eyes and soul. There is an impulse of life and passion of youth in the fervent chest. Walking on the slanting path of the mountain paved by fallen leaves alone, I was showering the afterglow of the setting sun. The sky in autumn was always so deep, high-eyed and mysterious, which made me yearn for. The Wild Geese flying south were still flying alone! The high mountains in the distance also changed their former costumes and put on colorful dresses, one next to the other in the setting sun. Stepping into the Paradise of childhood, the dream was no longer so pure. The breeze came from outside the mountain, leaving a few lines of sad verses carelessly! Only the flowing water sang the unchanging song passing by under my feet, and then rushed to the distance. Pick up the fallen leaves at the root and feel its former beauty. A hard sense of loss and sadness once again filled the gap in my heart. This fiery leaf gathered all my thoughts. Where should it be sent? The breeze is gentle and the water is flowing. The night came quietly unconsciously. I can’t hesitate any more. I belong to the mountain and need me here. Why should I be sentimental about the colorful and colorful lights outside the mountain? In fact, there are also flowers and green willows embracing each other here, so let all thoughts fall into the running water, or settle down or flow far away. The dim light lit up in the night. I wrapped my clothes tightly and walked towards the low room to purify the children in the mountain who were seeking knowledge and drinking from the most glorious career under the sun. I this life the non-regret chooses. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…