Whisper

The waiting moon hangs, who cares about; The vast sea of people, the world of mortals. A hurried journey along the way. Although there are no scars all over the body, it is also full of vicissitudes and tired wind and dust. What is my persistent heart looking for now? In this quiet night, the soft light becomes sometimes transparent and sometimes blurred. She needs a piece of pure land, far away from utilitarian innocence. With a fine pen and a few pages of plain paper, the soul stumbles between the words. Quiet as poetry, melodious as rhyme; Sun, moon and stars, wind, frost, snow and rain. To compose another movement of life, the past changes. I just come gently and leave gently, away from harsh and vulgar, and cherish the eternity of life in my heart forever. The Moonlight moves through the curtain, the wind touches the Blue Wind Bell, Ding Dong Ding Dong let this young and vigorous heart gallop in the wind; Let the hazy fog soak the long miss, the mottled fragments fade away the footprints of clear autumn. There was a kind of missing that quietly broke into my heart and mischievously stirred up the ripples in my heart. The persistent you in the distance and the successful you influence my life journey. If we had never had that hard time before, how could we achieve success and joy today. Maybe time has already left deep marks on your face, which certainly adds mature charm, but I will always keep the childishness in my heart. The little poem rang in my ear again, the promise I gave you for my dream: the gentle moonlight is like your appearance, which makes my missing gradually cool through the window the night has become long looking forward to your time your handsome face is only fragrant in my dream remember your happy appearance picking up hope I traveled and waited with you on the road of dreams. Listening to the familiar melody “the original scenery of hometown”, I had a new hope in this quiet night, this yearning is happy. Wake up in a dream, in this sunny morning Like (prose editor: prose online) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Memorable Persimmon

This morning, my daughter and I went to the market to buy vegetables. We saw a 60-year-old man, about 1.7 meters old, thin, with sunken eyes and a long black dress, carrying a bunch of bright red persimmon, as big as a fist. Seeing this, my daughter asked curiously: Dad! What is that, the color is so fresh, so red? Hearing this sentence, I felt at a loss. When I was a child, my favorite fruit unexpectedly came up and asked: Old man! How do you sell this Persimmon? Eight yuan per jin, the old man replied. I bowed down and picked up the persimmon, holding a larger Persimmon, soft. This feeling, the old man’s dress, pulled me back to an afternoon more than 30 years ago. That year, I was still studying in Guihua Primary School. After school, several of our friends went home together. All the people who should go home left. Only we were left behind, and the noisy sheep-sausage trail at this time every day, very quiet. In a family named Xiao not far from the school, an old couple of more than 60 years old often wore black clothes, tall figure, very thin, like a dry stick and walking stick. I often sit under the persimmon tree which is so thick at the mouth of the bowl in front of my house, watching the yellow ripe persimmon, watching the immature faces carrying schoolbags playing and playing from home to school. When Persimmon is yellow and ripe, passing by under the tree, a feeling of sour, sweet and astringent sprays to the corners of the mouth. Especially in the late autumn, Persimmon leaves fell down, and the persimmon trees were hanging on the trees like small lanterns one by one, which were bright and delicious, dazzling, and not attractive. This season is also the most careful time for the old to watch Persimmon. It happened that there was an accident this day. Several of us came to the persimmon tree quietly, and looked inside from the window to see no one at home. We discussed secretly that people who could climb trees would pick persimmon and leave one to watch the wind under the tree. I am the least brave, not able to climb trees, helplessly looking at the wind under the tree. Everyone climbed up the tree as quickly as monkeys, picking up the Persimmon while eating the persimmon. Looking at this scene, I swallowed the water directly below. Suddenly, my heart was pounding, as if I heard the sound of hurried footsteps, and then the cry: Grand Duke, someone hit your Persimmon. This voice sounded like the voice of my classmate. I thought secretly that it was his eldest brother’s family? Before I came back to my mind, several partners on the tree answered in unison: Yes! The Grand Duke is here! Then, laughter came from the tree. The sound hung on the tree full of red lanterns also spread to the silent wooden house. The door crept and broke the silence. I saw two old men shouting with wooden poles in their hands: beating robbers and robbers. Hearing this, all the friends in panic jumped down the tree, and the Persimmon on the tree was washed and knocked on the tiles like raindrops. On the ground, the bodies of the partners and the faces of the old. What’s more, it slips on the ground and is covered with Persimmon paste, which is as yellow as the heart of an egg. The old man shouted to the sky, scolding the Sky: it was cut to pieces and scattered by the sky. It was reserved for my granddaughter. Well, the surface of the black clothes was colorful, and the whole body was wet like yellow mud soup. Now I also step into the year of no confusion, recalling the events of that year, looking at the bright persimmon in front of me, sour and astringent. Ah, it really shouldn’t be. Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) 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…

Wu in between the mountains and rivers

Author: Xu Dongfeng in April this year, I was invited to the south to attend a quality seminar. When I came back, I visited a famous scenic spot in Jiangnan by the way. On the morning of the second day after the meeting, the three of us began to climb the mountain and watch the scenery cheerfully. We were intoxicated by the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan Watertown all the way; We didn’t feel tired at the beginning, when we were almost halfway, we gradually stumbled, panting, and slowed down. Xiao Zhang, who was accompanying us, said let’s have a rest, so we came to White Deer Cave Academy and took out the mineral water we brought to drink; an old man in the yard was cleaning the yard, and there were several leisurely tourists sightseeing around the yard; The old man saw us, smiled and nodded, and talked about White Deer Cave Academy with us. White Deer Cave Academy was originally a seclusion reading place for Li Bo brothers in Tang Dynasty. Li Bo raised a white deer and accompanied him all day long. His old friend was called Mr. White Deer. Later, Li Bo took office as the governor of Jiujiang, revisited the old place, built pavilions and pavilions here to attract mountain springs, planted flowers and trees, and became a tourist attraction. It is named White Deer Cave because the mountain peaks round like a hole. Bailudong Academy owns three thousand mu of mountain forest, which preserves the primeval forest and primary vegetation of Lushan Mountain and has thousands of years of ancient pine. Mountain verdant forests, mountain water. White Deer Cave Academy was integrated into the nature, taking full advantage of the beauty of natural scenery… just when we were talking happily, a young man dressed up as a student came into the college, listening to the accent as if he was from southern Jiangsu, and the old man talked to him before getting up, just listen to this young man: Are you okay here? The old man was shocked at first, but he didn’t answer his question directly, so he asked back: Is your hometown OK? The young man replied: My hometown is terrible! I hate it. The old man continued to say, “then go ahead, it is as bad as your hometown. Later, a young man came, who seemed to have a Northwest accent, and asked the same question. The old man also asked the same question. The young man replied, “although my hometown does not have the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan, but there are simple and kind people there. I love my hometown very much. After hearing this, the old man smiled and said: We are also very good here, not only with beautiful landscapes, there are also hospitable people. After listening to the conversation just now, we felt very surprised and asked the old man why the answers to the same question were inconsistent? The old man said: If you look at a person or thing with an appreciation attitude, you will see many advantages and good things; when you treat a person or thing with a critical attitude, you will see countless shortcomings and ugly things on him. After listening to the old man’s explanation, I suddenly realized that there was a feeling of relief. So we said goodbye to the old man and came to the Fairy Cave with aftertaste and feeling. Fairy Cave, located in Lushan Vale of eternal blossoms south end, have stagger such as hand fo shou yan. Under the cover of Buddha’s hand Rock, a hole is opened as a Fairy Cave. There is a clear spring dropping down in the deep place, which is called a drop of spring. There are inscriptions on stone carvings such as cave jade liquid on the cave wall. -Hole central Chun-Yang Palace built-in Lu Dongbin Stone, Legend Eight Immortals in sword this Immortals. Every time when the clouds are lingering, it suddenly adds a bit of fairy spirit. To Qing Dynasty, fo shou yan enlightened home blessed spot, renamed Fairy Cave. Mao Zedong’s famous poem was born with a fairy Cave, with infinite scenery on the dangerous peak. The Fairy Cave scenic spot is famous all over the world, and it is the place where guests who come to Mount Lu must visit and take photos. It realizes the harmonious beauty between human and nature. Near noon, we reached the infinite scenery which was high above the strange peak. The beautiful scenery in front of us made us relaxed and happy; Flying down three thousand feet, it was suspected that the magnificent scene of the galaxy falling nine days came into our eyes; we saw the waterfall that we had been longing for for a long time. Around the waterfall, the mist was so sweet that it seemed like white clouds falling down and wandering in the mountain stream, which cast a layer of mysterious color on the already spectacular scenery, I took out my camera, put this picture into my memory, and went home to enjoy it with my relatives and friends. We walked to the foot of the mountain with joy and satisfaction, and carefully recollected the old man’s words along the way. I suddenly realized something, yes, if we treat the people and scenery around us with the attitude of appreciation and praise, how much affection and friendship will be added between people without contradiction and hatred, our society will become more harmonious and beautiful! Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Find your happiness

Do you remember to cover the quilt and wear thicker clothes when you are not around me? Is your hands still cold with cold air on your body, and does it make you warm? Sometimes I wonder what is wrong between us? Personally, I think we have different starting points, so we take different paths for granted. You have your opinion, and I also have my opinion. I was too anxious to be with you in the past, and you cared too much about the feelings of your family, but you left me out. Maybe as time goes by, we will go our own way eventually. I remember I once said that the stories of life are written by ourselves, so you must be satisfied with the ending. Even if you have more heartache, you should learn to be strong. I will be optimistic about you in the future. If time can be reincarnated, I am willing to be a stranger with you, and if life can be reincarnated, I will be your husband in the next life. With the fall of maple leaves, we have been in love for dozens of days. Even if the time is very short, we are really happy. Even if we have not been together for a long time, we have really smiled. If I don’t intentionally hurt your heart, how can you abandon me, a waste that will become blind? Hehe, Am I smart? I succeeded. Time always flies, and it is a cold night again. Do you still remember my words? Do you remember the good night I said? In the future, we should control our emotions even when we meet. Don’t cry like that. I really look down upon you. In the future, I may not see you or any sunshine. It doesn’t matter even if you hate me, because I can’t see you. Maybe this is the last article I wrote. Anyway, whether you see it or not, whether you scold me as a bastard or not. I just want you to know that I have been here and I have loved it. For you, I really want nothing. There are bitter tears behind my expressionless face. I don’t want to affect your good mood because of my emotions. I will deliberately make you laugh. Because everything will be fine if you laugh. I miss you every day, just deliberately letting myself give up and not letting myself contact you. Because I am not worth cherishing. Go find your happiness, Tao. Sorry, please forgive my selfishness. I love you. Iwillalwaysloveyou,untilyouhateme, I ‘mtiredofeverything,thenIwillautomaticallyleaveyou. Becauseofyou,Iverylove.Soyoudon’thurt,promiseme, OK? I will still love you in the next life until you hate my existence and get tired of everything about me. Then I will leave you consciously. Because of you, I love it very much. So don’t get hurt, promise me, OK?” Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Add me to the frivolous in the rain

In the evening, Ye Ye went to pick up the daughter of the extracurricular class and went downstairs. I found that the rain fell from the sky, and the rain rushed to me like a small knife. Not bad, two umbrellas are packed in bags at any time. She waited for her daughter in a safe place downstairs and opened an umbrella herself first. When a small number of students swarmed in, she saw her daughter looking for everywhere. Baby, here! Leaves Baishou hands. It was like a gust of wind, and my daughter had rushed to her. With! An umbrella was handed to my daughter. I don’t play! The rain is not heavy! I walked first! That what line? Longer catch a cold? Fast,! Just like an old maid, the leaves follow closely for two steps. But the blue is better than the blue, the child’s foot strength is beyond the reach of the leaves! There was an empty road between them. On the other side, the naughty daughter made a face, stretched out her tongue, and greeted them with provocation: Come on, come on, chase me!. Leaves smiled. Nowadays children are not the puppets who are manipulated by others and obedient and gentle. They have their own thoughts and actions. Many things will differ with parents. As a wise parent, as long as there is no principle problem with children’s requirements, leaves generally agree. Forget it, let her go! When we were young, the rain was much larger than this, so we were still revelling in the rain! Leaves thought for a while. That’s about it. At this moment, my daughter was dancing in front of her, and the leaf looked at the tiny rain, thinking of her age… at that time, she also liked to walk in the rain. The light silk rain carried the breeze, and the leaves strolled along the roadside. Although the present empty. However, she has turned into a heroine in the novel and encountered a beautiful romance. She needed to play all the roles. For a while, she was shy; For a while, she was furious; For a while, she was extremely frightened. When there was no one on the roadside, she still murmured. If you ask the audience, then there will be only light rain. Their patter applause made the leaves smile sweeter. At that time, Ye Ye was still a member of the school musical instrument class. Because the orchestra teacher is a newly graduated college student who lives in the school, he once said that he can come to the school to learn skills when he is free. In this way, when the rain was drizzling and the clouds were frivolous, Ye Ye came to school with his beloved big guitar, and wanted the teacher to teach her more. Moreover, the teacher has always been very fond of her, a little girl who practices hard. However, when we arrived at the musical instrument room, there was already the music lingering around. Several students took the lead and practiced each other. From time to time, someone came to consult the teacher. This scene is no different from the practice after class everyday. However, it is voluntary for children. After that, everyone put down their musical instruments and rushed to the rain together. Boys and girls played the game of catching people one by one. Although Ye Ye is a girl, she is also a middle-distance runner in the school sports team! As long as it is her chase, ordinary little boys are doomed. Except for a big boy who sings well and has long legs, there is no way to take leaves from him! But in the school chorus, when boys and girls duet, they were partners. When the teacher instructed the method, Ye ye listened solemnly. However, as soon as the teacher turned around, she gave him a hard twist to vent the regret in the rain. The boy was a general, and the little actions of the leaves were generally able to resist, which made his mouth open with pain. The teacher said to him several times: I haven’t sung yet. Why are you so big with your mouth open? Can you take it back later? But the leaves aside pretended to be as if nothing had happened, and their hearts were happy. There are many stories in the rain. At this moment, Ye Ye looked at her daughter in front of her. Although she had been wet by the rain, there was a little girl beside her who shared her happiness. How can you walk alone in this sweet moment? Moments. The leaves also closed the umbrella, thinking silently: add me to the frivolous in the rain! Like (prose editor: Ke Er) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Wander in the words

Walking in the flashy world, shuttling through time and space, half a century has passed, I have a sigh! Go south and north, wind and rain life, how many vicissitudes, how many ups and downs. After so many years of wasting time to sharpen my life, I can still avoid wind and rain when I go back home in the cottage. A few mu of thin fields can be enough to spend the spring and autumn. When people reach middle age, they can’t believe things that are too beautiful, because they are afraid of seeing despair. Life is too short, and I already know that there are many beautiful wishes that cannot be realized any more. I have understood the numerous and noisy world, and I am content with poverty and loneliness, living a indifferent life. Now I am used to recording my life with words and witnessing the world with my eyes. My face is more lofty, but my heart is more delicate and sensitive. In recent years, no matter I am in the deep desert of a foreign country or in the dreamland of the misty south of the Yangtze River, whenever the night is still, I will sit alone in the fighting room, stay away from the troubles of the world, and put aside the attachment of, stay under one side of the screen. In the music which is like flowing clouds and flowing water and is graceful and graceful, my hands are fluttering and tapping words one by one between the keyboard, and I place what I have seen, heard, felt, understood and felt on the words. In the words, there are my enchanted affectionate stories; In the words, there are my meaningful philosophy of life; In the words, there are my boundless paintings of Jiangnan; In the words, there are my boundless and broad scenery of northern China; In the words, there is my boundless blue sea and sky; In the text, there is my verdant and clear mountains and waters. I let those fleeting years slip through my fingertips settle into words, and I let all the precious seals in my life solidify into words. I wandered in the ocean of words and felt reluctant to leave. I propped up the sky with words. Time is in a hurry, and I suddenly look back. Some hazy and fine fragments, some simple and vivid plots gently hit my heart, those old things like meteors passing through life, still lingering with the new sorrow of time. Sometimes my words are my collections when I am happy, sometimes my words are my vent when I am sad, and sometimes my words are my feelings about people and things around me, sometimes my words are just the release of my own whim. How many days and nights I buried myself in the words, those fragments of memory scattered on my fingertips, freely flowing my true feelings, happiness, romance, sadness in my words, with annoyance, all the mixed feelings appear in the text one by one. Between the lines is the telling of the heart and the calling of the soul. I read the clouds in the text, listened to the rain, invited the Sun and the moon, and I wrote poems in the text to write love mu spring breeze. I meditate in words, dance in words, cultivate in words, and shine in words. I don’t care whether the writing style is good or bad, nor others’ comments. I just twist the writing into my own mood and write the article according to my own wishes. Of course, I occasionally hide my mind in obscure words. I don’t expect anyone to understand it, nor do I expect someone to resonate with me. I only care about my own feelings. Although these words are smeared randomly, they are the true reappearance of my life and the natural expression of my emotions. The words record my mood, experience and a fleeting time. I want to use my crudest writing style and my increasingly desolated fingertips to make my life stop-and-go for dozens of years. I want to go around and write the words of splashing ink and complaint with my heart. Words will retain my past years, and words will retain my water-like years. I locked the fleeting time with words, and I carried my life with words. In fact, everyone knows that writing is just like people. You can roughly see the literary talent of a person from the spirit of a person’s writing; You can roughly see the experience of a person from the content of a person’s writing; From the appeal of a person’s writing, you can roughly see the emotion of this person. Words are the monologue of the soul. If you understand a person’s words, you will understand a person’s heart. The ancients once to wedding night, Gold placard nomination, long drought every nectar, meet old. It is called four happy events in life, but I only regard piling up words as the pleasure of life. It was late at night, and people became quiet. The sky was like ink dyed, and the world of mortals fell down like water with tender feelings. The Moonlight was bright, like a lotus blossom quietly pouring notes. I boiled the words with music to my heart’s content. As my fingers wandered back and forth on the keyboard, the words gathered into texts and sang softly. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

My xiaokuxing assembly number

The weather is gloomy and the breeze is light. At noon, sitting beside the small garden in the corner of the courtyard, he knitted a sweater with flying needles in his hand. When he looked up without any hesitation, he saw the flowers around him swaying in the breeze, as if waving to me with a smile, at the same time, he smiled and said to me: Hi! The little happiness of a little woman. In a flash, my thoughts rolled and the inspiration for writing words came. Really: little happiness breeds little happiness and comes to me in superposition. At this moment, the rare coolness of summer, the wind of practice, stroke my face, touch me closely, touch my cheek, touch the whole body, like it so much that I think with smile alone in silence, wonderful narcissism. A Simple Life, an occasional corner in midsummer, makes me feel that life is so beautiful! Who can say that this is not the micro happiness in life? Such kind of small happiness can be seen everywhere in everyone’s life, and it happens anytime and anywhere. Only people who know life can discover and enjoy the subtle process. So, xiaokuxing is everywhere in my life, ever. In winter, the whole family can sit around the stove and eat a delicious meal I cooked. Although I am the last one to sit down for dinner, when seeing the family eating happily, at that moment, little happiness came into being in the heart. In spring, every time I walk across the country road, looking at the new green all over the mountains and plains, quietly rolling in, the hope of life cycle is filled in my heart, thanks for all the beauty in my eyes, this is a great gift. Therefore, I am grateful to all creatures in the world and bring me infinite spiritual power at that moment. When autumn comes, I can walk in the drizzle and enjoy the communication with the rain. The sweet rustling sound of the drizzle and the fluctuating sound of my heart are intertwined to form a scenery in the rain, who says it is not beautiful enough? Every time I see my son’s steps back home; Every time I hear my parents’ happy tone on the phone; Every time I know that my sibles’ life can be better and better; Every time I think of it at that moment, there are some people who miss me in my heart; Every time I take a camera to record those simple life; Every time I learn some favorite manual work from my skillful neighbors; whenever I hear my favorite songs, I feel that I am telling my inner tenderness; Whenever I can use the most easy-to-understand words to record my life; Every night I look up at the starry sky with stars; every morning, when I get up listening to the singing of birds in the yard, my little days start a new life day by day. Year after year, it gathered into symphony concertos with hit sounds in small life. All these sang my life. Condensed into one’s own great happiness. There must be more than that. There are many fragments that need my heart to touch. Only those who have a heart can touch it. There is no glorious life to stand out vigorously, but just an ordinary and simple life. Isn’t there a sentence with a very high appearance rate saying like this: is it true to be plain?! Therefore, the seemingly ordinary mortal life, But it shows the simplest and most beautiful life in the world. It is also the simplest life philosophy that many people in noisy big cities yearn. So-called: contentment. Contentment is a blessing, maybe that’s it! Although I don’t have the great happiness in others’ eyes, I have my own small happiness; Although I don’t have the magnificence and wealth of others, I have my own simplicity and beauty; Although, I don’t have a big life that others enrich every day, but I have a simple and comfortable life of my own. In a person’s life, it is inevitable that there are some regrets in his heart. A complete life is only a pity. Under the collection of countless assembly numbers, the small happiness of a little woman is just like the ups and downs of assembly numbers in life. But in the future, my heart still rings with Puxi 2012,7,21 completed by mobile phone in the midnight Like (prose editor: prose online) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Peony Pavilion

Looking at the month card, it is already the season when flowers bloom all over the garden. Flowers from all over the country have already blossomed, and peony in Luoyang has also been enjoying for more than half a month, the flowers all over the sky are filled with the smell of Four Seasons, which is so beautiful that people can’t see and forget to leave. Think about the time that has passed for thousands of years since the Queen Wu was drunk and chased Peony. Thousands of years ago, the man was the king who was full of words. Thousands of years ago, the flower was proud of all the beauties and the chief among the flowers, but when the dispute came, nobody would let anyone, and the result was finally the end of Peony’s struggle. But now the Millennium has passed, things are different, beauty has passed away, only leaving the spring scenery full of the garden to be the talk of later generations after dinner, whether they win or lose, they are all stories that fade gradually as time goes. In fact, most of the famous beauties and beauties in history were handed down with the writings of literati. Unfortunately, it was just a simple vassal, and the only thing that could be said was Yu Xuanji, li Qingzhao was born with their own character, fresh and refined, elegant but not vulgar. Therefore, it is rare for a beautiful woman. If it comes to a flourishing age again, with the influence of the literati’s pen and ink, the whole society will become full of fat and powder for a while. From the extravagance of Wei and Jin dynasties, the rich ministers dared to compete with the emperor for women, and then to the fornication of Tang Dynasty, I went to rob the woman of his son. Stability brought not only wealth but also shame. On the contrary, it was a little ironic that by the end of Ming Dynasty and the beginning of Qing Dynasty, those Liu Rushi, who lingered on both sides of Qinhuai River and were despised by Taoists, were the women of Su Xiaoxiao, but it was more backbone than Qian Qianyi who was full of loyalty and patriotism but surrendered to the dignitaries. History is full of satire, and the end of satire is helplessness and truth. Sage Kong’s words are right. Being warm means thinking about lust. The words apply not only to people, but also to society. Whether the society is extravagant or not is actually the outward appearance of the culture of this era. When the leading literati of this era are all warm-hearted and worried about the country and the people, then the atmosphere of the whole society will set the tone in this way. And vice versa: the so-called “the upper class is not straight and crooked”, when it represents that the upper class of this era is slowly corroded, the ideological corruption brings about the degeneration of behavior, and then the people are not living, mass theft is everywhere, just as history is the best teacher, the good and bad of the people in power, or like Yao Shunyu Tang, or like Xia Jie Shang Zhou You Wang, in fact, it was all the ordinary people in this era who were finally affected. Fortunately, the life God brought us was not long, but only a short hundred or ten years. She wanted us to use this short time, meticulously create a thousand years of history, let us unconsciously create a period of history and future with our hands. And the city will also form its own character with the inherent style of the people living there: the vitality of the new city, the simplicity and elegance of the old city, and everything for us later generations, it is a kind of wealth, a kind of precious wealth accumulated by time. In detail, the new city is too new, and there are a large number of young cities all over the world. Although they play a huge role in the economic development, they are really poor, strolling in it, apart from buildings and pedestrians, it is really hard for you to find too many places to miss, so sometimes, it is doomed to their pains: they can only be used to compare their sorrow with others forever. Although it is often compared, in fact, the burden is mostly contempt. However, the old city was not like this. The praise words given by too many people enriched him, and then made people yearn for more, This makes the old city more and more famous and poetic. In fact, cities all over the world are the same. If you really want to be serious, there are also old places in the small cities of hundreds of years, and there are also large new districts in the ancient cities of thousands of years, which go back and forth with the old and the new, its essence is the principle of endless life and the alternation of the old and the New. As for how you and I taste reverie, it is our own business. In this respect, the joy of all is better than the joy of all alone, the fun gained in it is something that others can’t really understand through words. If one’s passion is really consumed by the years, then the cities where these people live in and are operating miserably all the time will certainly be like this. They will never die out, but gradually become silent and full of stories from the cadre general Mo Xie, to the White Lady Xu Xian, to Qinhuai eight Yan, the water village in the south of the Yangtze River is such a place where countless legends and beauty are woven but silent and has connotations. Strolling in the rivers and towns in the south of the Yangtze River, the charm of Suzhou and Hangzhou has long been famous, which is a kind of gentle style and achievement experienced after hundreds of generations. However, other cities such as Yangzhou and Zhenjiang are all beautiful, making people forget to leave. Jiangnan city is with a feeling of unfettered and unrestrained associated with a little paradise, strolling in it, walking on the waterside bridge, flowers and birds, watching the pedestrians coming and going are not too slow, the relaxed and happy mood can be imagined. Close your eyes and listen to the world again. Even those ordinary ordinary people’s mouth and sticky Wu dialect seems to be charming, It makes people feel comfortable and warm after listening. Therefore, if you want to know a city, including the spirit of this region, you can’t simply read those words that introduce them. Only by walking around the world in person can you know its essence, it is very difficult to get something from it if you shrink away from thousands of miles. The city is always accompanied by humanistic spirit. The charm of a city can only be spread by word of mouth when people walk in it and enjoy it. The afternoon sun shines through the window and makes people feel particularly comfortable. Outside the house is a small garden for people to rest. Seeing the lush garden in front of you, watching those flowers and birds, the old man strolling leisurely and the noisy children suddenly flew back to Wu Zetian in those years, imagining the prosperity and flashy of Chang’an Avenue and the grand momentum of Wanbang coming to court, imagine the lonely heart of a woman holding the world, and then compare it with the leisure and warmth of this small town and Watertown, countless glory and glory, ordinary and simple, all with the passage of time, stayed in the vast river of history. Time is like water, and it is a thousand years away. When we later generations go to carefully evaluate our predecessors, I suddenly realized that it was actually a dream, a flashy and noisy dream that we all had before, A dream that we are all dreaming of but can never succeed, a beautiful dream that may accompany us for a lifetime. 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