Yizui, misty rain, Ren Pingsheng

Autumn rain. Finally, it ushered in the first rain in early autumn, which lasted for a day and a night. According to the weather forecast, it will continue to rain moderately tomorrow. I like Su Shi’s feeling of rain and rain very much, and I respect the calmness of moving forward peacefully in the wind and rain. Every time I walk in the rain or look at the rain through the window, this sentence will unconsciously appear in my mind. Because I like the rain, no matter it is a heavy rain or a drizzle, no matter it is a flash of thunder or a storm, I like the wet feeling brought by the rain, and I like the faint sadness in the rain, there was another kind of indulgence and thought of letting it fly, so a misty rain became a taste of rain, romance and lonely fragrance, floating around with the raindrops. When you see this complete “Dingfeng” again, don’t listen to the sound of beating leaves through the forest, why not sing and roar Xu Xing. Bamboo stick mangoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid? A rainy and misty Ren Pingsheng. It was a little cold when the spring breeze blew the wine to wake up, but the hill was slanting but greeted. Looking back, it has always been a bleak place. When I return, there is no wind or rain or sunny weather. At that time, I couldn’t help being deeply moved by his strolling, calm, calm, calm in case of disaster, smiling to the boundless wind god, and ashamed of his floating. The only way is the washed green leaves, delicate flowers, mirror-like roads, crystal-like windows in the wind and rain. By the way, there is also the faint yellow light, the person who cares silently, the waiting waiting for the return of family members makes people immerse themselves in the different beauty in the wind and rain, while ignoring the potential danger in the rain. The wind blows and the rain blows, the air is blowing, the road is muddy, the Thunder and lightning flash, and pedestrians will suffer unexpected injuries if they do not pay attention. Look at those pedestrians who were terrified and embarrassed in the rain, and then look at the poet who was proud of the wind and rain, leisurely and peaceful, walking and singing. Who was afraid of that sentence? A rainy and misty Ren Pingsheng. The rhetorical question echoed between the heaven and the Earth, why did you have such an open and philosophical attitude towards life? After experiencing the wind and the rain, you can have such a broad mind after seeing all kinds of things in the world. The sunshine is always after the wind and rain. When the sun shines diagonally, will you be happy for it? When others smiled and welcomed the sunshine, Su Shi’s looking back was always bleak. When he returned, there was neither wind nor rain nor sunshine. I didn’t feel happy because of the sunny weather. Instead, I looked back at the windy and rainy place that I came over and looked at the setting sun on the top of the mountain. I just shook the wet coir coat with a plain face. The poet rubs the rough experience of his life into his mind, externalizes it into this kind of absenteeism, which is not pleased by things, not sad by oneself, fearless and fearless, and is free from the circumstances of life. This kind of indifference to everything, how many people share the same spiritual realm of sorrow and happiness? Imagine, isn’t this wind, rain and setting sun also a situation in our life? There is no smooth road in life. It is inevitable that there is a road of sadness, a bridge of frustrations and opportunities coexist. Smooth sailing can only be an illusion. The meaning of life lies in how much you have experienced, how much you have endured, and how to face it. When people come all the way cautiously, they will always suffer from gain and loss, stretching the strings of their lives tightly, full and tired, they may as well put down themselves and gain and loss, looking at this vast world, touch Su Shi’s optimistic, indifferent, sad and happy state of life, and let his life be more calm and appreciated. After all, our life is only once, not? People to without beg products from high; Chongrubujing, busy see the courthouse blossom; Fate unintentionally, diffuse with outer cloud Cirrus easy is the highest state of life! 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. 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Book, my “green face bosom friend”

As a teacher, I have neither a confidante nor a blue-Yan confidant, but only a green-Yan confidant. Books are my green-looking bosom friend and my fifth emotion. When I am ignorant, they give me wisdom; When I am confused, they give me directions; When I feel inferior, give me confidence; Enrich me when I am lonely! I was born in Jiangnan rural area in the 70s of the last century. My childhood life was poor and not as rich as today’s children. At that time, there were no radios, no televisions, and occasional outdoor movies, which were the most exciting moments for us. I like outdoor movies, and I prefer books. Seeing books is like bees finding flowers, busy and fulfilling. When I was six years old, once I went to town with my mother to sell eggs, I played alone beside the stall. Near the market, there was a comic book stall. I was attracted like a wire sucked by the magnetic field. I spent only a penny on reading a comic book. When I finished reading it, I looked up for my mother, but it disappeared. Standing on the street of the market without any relatives, I was so scared that I burst into tears like an outcast. When I cried fiercely, an anxious mother appeared in the crowd of onlookers. Close! I almost lost the book. Books are magnetic fields, and I am iron. I like reading books. After school every day, I seldom play hide-and-seek, mud, paper falling and other games, but borrow comic books from my friends. Books keep me away from boredom. In order to own my own comic books, I picked up rags in the village, found cicadas shell for money, went to the river beach to catch fish in summer vacation, and saved some private money. With these self-reliant money, I didn’t buy sugar to eat, but books such as comic books. Books are my free snacks, which give me spiritual feast; Books are my Green confidant, eliminating my ignorance. In the summer vacation of the third year of junior high school, I had the honor to borrow the four famous works of China. I was deeply attracted by the wonderful plots and vivid characters, which was no less than the current children’s obsession with anime books. I was fascinated by me. On my way to the field to do farm work with my parents, I read books while walking. I looked as if I was crazy and possessed. After that summer vacation, my eyes became shortsighted. This reminds me of a sentence: I will never regret when my clothes are getting wider and wider, and make people Haggard for Iraq. For books, for my bosom friend, this is nothing. After I was admitted to normal university, I was once lost and confused when I exceeded the score line by dozens. However, the collection of books in the university library gives me the course of life. Among many books, I just like books of Tang Poetry and Song poetry. I recite three in the morning and three in the evening, and I try my best to read the recent literary journals in the evening, which lasted for several months. If you read 300 Tang Poems carefully, you can sing even if you don’t know how to write poems. Therefore, I recited some ancient poems and majored in science. My hands were scratchy graffiti. When I had no class time, when others were entertaining, I buried myself in the classroom; in the dead of night, I suddenly turned around and lay on the bed with a flashlight, taking notes of sudden inspiration. If you pay, you will get something, and you will have good luck again and again. In the artistic programs of university radio stations, newspapers and radio stations, in the essay contest, I have my name, several yuan, the remuneration and bonus of dozens of yuan improved my less affluent life. It turns out that reading can improve life. This is Lv Yan’s bosom friend, who gives me encouragement and reward. Books are the ladder of human progress. After work, I still love books, like reading, and prefer to buy books. The expenditure of my salary is mainly spent on buying books, and books like shadow accompany me. In the first year of teaching in a rural middle school back to my alma mater, I stayed in the school and worked and rested with my boarding students at the same time every morning and evening. During the period of early exercise and early self-study, my students were wearing yellowish incandescent lamps, in the dormitory, I read the newly purchased ancient poetry series by myself; When the students were studying at school late, I took the lights to study at night, copied and murmured ancient poetry. I enjoyed it and forgot that I was a teacher, I still treat myself as a student. A teacher who had taught me passed by the dormitory and saw that I insisted on reading early like a student. He smiled with surprise and said that I am was like a child. He was bookish and said that I was not mature, is a bookworm. The teacher who said I was not wrong at that time. Everyone’s values and pursuits are different, the spiritual food I pursue. Books are my bosom friend of Green Yan, giving me the course of life. The Tibetan ink in the chest is empty, and there is poetry and calligraphy in the belly. I firmly believe that reading and learning will never be wrong, and being a book lover will never be wrong. Being jokingly called a bookworm, It shows my uniqueness. I not only like reading, but also prefer buying books. Every weekend, I always go to Xinhua bookstore to buy books. In addition to reading, I also make me diligent in thinking, writing and expressing my emotions. I always walk with my head down. Some people say that I am thinking when I walk, and I am thinking about articles. This is good. I read books every day and have new thoughts every day. One year, no matter in hot summer or severe winter, I insisted on reading more than 10,000 words of articles and writing 5,000 words every day. Harvest is the reward for cultivation. That year, I published more than a hundred articles on education and teaching, and published my own education monographs. Publishing books and publishing my own books are green Yan’s bosom friends looking back at me. I have been teaching secondary classes all the time. I feel a little self-abased. I am no longer self-abased. It is books that help me regain my confidence. Reading, thinking and writing have become my living habits, which are full and happy like bees gathering honey. A day don’t read, Xiongyi non-jia xiang; yi yue without reading, and ears loss refreshing. Nowadays, if I don’t study someday, I will feel uncomfortable all day long as I lose my soul. After reading, I began to write books. I, who has published four books, prefer to look for people who like reading and some like-minded scholars. Drinking wine to friends, poetry to people. In the summer of last year, I rode a bicycle to the downtown area of the city, setting up a book stall continuously for a week, giving free books to readers who like reading and can write some post-reading comments. Writers, special-grade teachers, students, retired city leaders, bosses and civil servants came and accepted my gifts. I spread my view of education and teaching, my persistence and my bosom friend with books presented on the street. Now, there are nearly a thousand volumes of books lacking yellow on my book chef, including comic books, books I have read, and journals and magazines that have published my works. Books give me a kind of enrichment, which is the spiritual wealth of my life and my bosom friend with green appearance. I am a bee. The book is a flower and my bosom friend with green face. Let me appreciate, express and enrich. It is enough to have a bosom friend in life. 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