liu yue with pen

The youth of February has already matured, the charm of March has already been removed, the fragrance of April has faded, and the enthusiasm of May will also end. In June, the charm begins to show off and life begins to bloom. The Grove in the morning was still immersed in the dream, lush, fresh and cozy. Walking on the winding path paved by small stones, the bird on the branch was disturbed by accident. After a few chirps, it fluttered its wings and flew into the forest without any trace. When you feel relaxed and happy, occasionally raise your hand to pick off a leaf, casually pinch it on your hand, and see the dazzling green, which makes you think, makes your heart lean, let you forget God …… that is a healthy and cheerful life. Walking lazily, humming softly, bending down and picking up a stone casually, crouching to the water and dropping it gently, the moving ripples were broken round and round, the circles are linked together …… on purpose, the fish’s dream was awakened. The fish floated to the shore and saw the faint smile exposed by the faint stream of people. The faint person threw a faint letter on the next page, and the faint mood was written on the faint letter; I took the fish and quietly sent them to the distant place, which was in my dream. The picturesque south of the Yangtze River, pavilions and waterside pavilions, pink walls and tiles, as well as the melancholy and misty rain in the bluestone Alley; These are the most vivid scenery swaying on the branches of the south of the Yangtze River. On a rainy day, when you enter the park to climb the pavilion, the handrail overlook, and the city is full of eyes; High and low, well-proportioned houses, vertical and horizontal streets, people coming and going, mottled paper umbrellas …… a piece of misty rain, this is the most beautiful gesture in Jiangnan. I like the morning and dusk, the morning of spring and the dusk of late autumn. I like to see the light green on the branches, so I like the early morning of spring; I am a light person, I like light, light is good, light color is very eye-catching, light taste is very comfortable, the light artistic conception is very elegant, and the light feeling is very comfortable. The past, the present, the future and the picture of life are described lightly. The falling tears and the blooming smile are all painted with the light brush. Walking alone in the long lane of the south of the Yangtze River, occasionally there will be a faint woman passing by, making you can’t help looking back. The faint beauty is very elegant, and the beauty of a truly beautiful woman is spiritual, passionate but quiet, unrestrained and graceful, you can not only feel the beauty of her own, but also feel the beauty of life, life and nature through her. When we were young, maybe because the years were green, we would always like the late autumn when frost dyed maple forest, longing for the endless march on the path of the red leaves, even if it was the moon crossing, also worry about not find red return. This is a sentence in the biography of Lin Huiyin, I like it very much! Of course, I like the dusk of late autumn not because of this sentence. I like the dusk of late autumn just as he likes the frost dyed maple forest. Some people say that autumn is a sad extradition, but we all like the late autumn of frost dyed maple forest. I think it must be because our world is mixed with sadness. In the world of mortals, walking all the way with stars and moon, whose world can still be full of the beauty of spring and March? A person’s life is just like a cycle of four seasons in a year. In autumn, some people are fruitful while some people have nothing. The difference between people is always too big, and the difference of congenital growth environment is helpless; Besides that, have you managed spring and summer well? Everything in the world grows according to the laws of nature. A seed or a plant can naturally and quickly take root, sprout and grow in the soil and environment suitable for it; however, to take root, sprout and grow up in inappropriate soil and environment, besides more nutrients, one must have tenacious vitality and good toughness! Have firm faith and perseverance! Plants are like this, how can life be? Maybe I am mediocre and often feel disgusted because of the hypocrisy and luxury in this world, so I always like the light. I like light music with light sadness, just like this song “PIPA”, every note is full of light sadness, light artistic conception, peerless loneliness, loneliness is like the lonely seeking defeat in the works of Golden Warrior; it seems that there is no musical artistic conception that can be compared with it. Is life like a book? There is a book with a light and elegant cover. When you open the title page, there is a line of words: life is like playing chess. If you go wrong in three or two steps, you will lose the whole game; But the difference is that life is not as good as playing chess, no one has the chance to buy another set. 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…

Old Wall

I remember that in a celebrity interview column, the journalist interviewed Yu Qiuyu, a famous cultural scholar. On the scene of the program, the reporter showed the following picture: in front of the shaking scene, Mr. Yu Qiuyu’s former residence gradually became clear from faint. Finally, the scene was fixed on a wall, that was not an ordinary wall. On the wall which had gone through the vicissitudes of wind and rain, two words, though vague, could still be distinguished clearly: autumn rain. The word autumn rain goes through time and space, lengthens our memory and brings us back to the past. These two words were written by Mr. Yu Qiuyu himself with charcoal when he was a child. They were skew but powerful. But at this moment, the earth wall, as the carrier of Mr. Yu Qiuyu’s unforgettable years, made the people on the scene deeply touched that the earth wall penetrated through the wind, Frost, rain and snow, leaving mottled memories. I think it is also a background wall, reflecting the mental journey of an ignorant teenager in the past time. Perhaps, Mr. Yu Qiuyu, like each of us in his childhood, was full of curiosity and speculation about the outside world. He is eager to walk out of the village where he lives and go far away. However, when he wrote the word Qiu Yu with his hand, he never thought that decades later, the simple two words would appear in front of him again, which would make people more imaginative, reveries add endless. Indeed, we really want to thank that old wall which is old but still tenacious. It is the witness of a period of history and how many wonderful dreams it has bred! Wall, the wall in real life, is not strange to us. In life, there are solid walls which connect the courtyards around and play a protective role. Such as earth wall, brick wall, fence wall, city wall, etc. What is the most intuitive feeling they bring us? In front of the sudden eyes, the partition is blocked, and the depression is depressing. Some walls, after years of corrosion, did not fall down; Some walls, which could not withstand the wind and rain, collapsed and razed to the ground; Some walls, only the dilapidated walls, which made people feel sad. When we ordinary people build a wall with hard hands and sweat, it means we have more constraints and safety in our hearts. This is the simplest idea. Of course, from another perspective, when we understand the towering wall from the spiritual level, the solid wall may be endowed with more connotations of cultural thoughts. As mentioned above, the Wall deep in Mr. Yu Qiuyu’s heart is engraved not only his own name, but also the hope and dream of a young man in that hard time. And this, I think, is enough to support the commanding height of his belief, making him go far away and further and further. Coincidentally, Gu Mingda, the vice president of Capital academy of calligraphy and painting, who was awarded the honorary title of meritorious painter by the Ministry of Human Resources, loved painting when he was young. When the reporter interviewed him, he broke the peeling adobe wall in his home, he also captured the fragments of his childhood life: on the wall, the painting traces of Gu Mingda in his childhood can be faintly seen. In Gu Mingda’s own words, when he chose painting, his family didn’t agree at first, but the earth wall was the place where his childhood dream was bred. Gu Mingda chose painting, which became an important part of his life until he walked out of the courtyard surrounded by earth walls and walked towards the vast painting world. Yes, our society is constantly undergoing profound changes. The villages we used to be familiar with and all kinds of walls in the villages we could not be familiar with, especially some old walls with a long history, are gradually fading out of our vision. Instead, there are some smooth cement walls and glittering porcelain walls matching with high-rise villas. The only thing that deserves our memory and nostalgia, and what is worth our treasure is that kind of old wall complex that will never grow old, and that kind of old wall complex that can always stretch across our hearts and breed dreams, and the old wall of childhood that can rise to the spiritual level! 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…

Be a loving person

At noon, I watched a TV report about what happened to an 80-year-old man who was picking up waste in Shanghai on the bus, and there was always a feeling beyond words in my heart. When the old man was blamed by the conductor in the car, there was another middle-aged man who seemed to be noble and well-dressed, constantly humiliating and abusing. The most unbearable thing was that when the man got off the bus, I tore the old man’s waste bag on purpose and saw the old man picking up the scattered waste in a hurry. My tears couldn’t stop flowing down. The old man has a pension of two thousand or six hundred yuan, and it is difficult to maintain the general life of the two old men in Shanghai with high consumption. But in order to help his son pick up waste products every day, the old man gave the money he sold to the child. An old man who was over 80 years old took a bus every day to avoid the peak stream of people. There were not many people in the car at that time. Why couldn’t an old man who picked up waste take a bus, then who can take this car? What if this old man is your father? We are the orientals of civilization, and we have the traditional virtue of respecting the old and loving the young. People should have compassion. We should help and respect the old, and we should admire the old more, not to mention the old people’s deep love for their children, nor the poor parents in the world. Maybe this old man will be us in the future, and we will also put down our face to pick up waste products in order to survive for our children. We regard him as our parents, as our relatives, and compare our hearts with each other. If others treat your parents like this, will you feel sad? Do you feel heartache? The world is changing. Don’t think that you will always be young and beautiful. You will never have everything happy forever. People will have an old day. We treat others like this today, and maybe others will treat us like this tomorrow. You must think more of others when doing things. I have everyone in my heart and don’t want to do the best. I just want to live up to my conscience and have a clear conscience. 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…