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. Like (prose editor: Dielianhua) 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…

Zifei fish, how can you know that it is sad and happy?

The clear river is rippling, and the fish swim around with their tails. Some people say, see how happy it is! I retorted with a smile, “you are not a fish, how can you know that it is happy and sad? Most of the time, what is displayed in front of people is always the illusion of beauty, because it doesn’t want others to know their true inner thoughts, and it knows that people like it like it now. Therefore, it lives for others and disguises happiness for others. As for happiness? Pain or not? Sad or not? Only it knows the taste. ———— Inscription the East Wind reveals the fish-belly white, indicating that the day’s work hope has begun. They, those women who others think are happy or unhappy; They have already got up. Listening, they played the Symphony of pots and pans gently in the kitchen. Look, they look tired and tired, preparing breakfast for their families while yawning. At this time, men and children still met Duke Zhou sweetly in their dreams. The sun slowly climbed up, lazy. The birds and motors outside the window turned on and the person who got up early and walked around closed the door; Rushed into his ears. Men and children press the soft pillow on their ears fiercer, turn over and sleep. The woman stopped the symphony and walked into the child’s bedroom quietly; She quickly packed up the books and stationery scattered on a table. Then he looked at the young face in deep sleep with great kindness, then went out quietly and took the door quietly. In his bedroom, he crept to open the wardrobe and took out the folded flat and complete man’s clothes; Put it on the head of the bed. The snoring continued, muttering the incomprehensible sleeptalk. Looking at the face that has lived with me for many years, what does it feel like in a woman’s heart? Happiness, happiness, happiness, anger, bitterness, or misfortune? Hey! Really don’t know! It just seems that there is only a feeling of being neither salty nor light in my heart, and it is really strange! To be fair, she thought they loved each other very much, but why was there always a trace of imperceptible sadness in a corner of her heart? Woman shook his head, She sighed lightly and walked out of the bedroom to the living room. He stretched out his hand to pick up a men’s leather shoes from the shoe rack and wiped them carefully …… at 11:40 Noon, men and women almost got off work at the same time; But the child hadn’t come back yet, maybe I’m playing outside or haven’t finished school yet. Let’s see why the couple change their slippers? I don’t want to say that you must have guessed it. It must be a woman running towards the kitchen with vegetables. The man naturally sat on the sofa with the remote control pinched in his hand to change the channel. There is a boxing championship today. It’s not good to watch it. Good! Fighter! Hit him! The man shouted in high spirits, probably because he was tired; He curled up in the sofa and shouted loudly to the kitchen: Wife, give me some water! Maybe the kitchen range hood is very loud, but the woman didn’t hear it. The man was anxious and shouted: Wife, hurry up! Hearing this time, the woman hurried out and asked: what are you doing? I cooking! The man’s eyes never left the TV screen: I’m thirsty, pour me water! Women are also a little angry: Won’t you do it yourself? Didn’t you see that I am busy? The man glanced at the woman out of the corner of his eyes: Do you love me? If you love me, pour me water! You? Women’s anger: what logic is this? Hey! Forget it, don’t argue with him, the kitchen is still cooking! Whether she was willing or not, she still poured water to the man; Turned around and ran into the kitchen, just because she suddenly smelled a scorching smell …… at the reunion of classmates, women sometimes smiled like flowers; sometimes they talked with each other, looking like a happy little woman; It attracted everyone to praise and envy. Who knows what happiness is? It should be based on personal feelings. People think that happiness is just superficial, and the real situation is only known by the parties themselves. In fact, men and women should not be divided into internal and external ones; It is right for everyone to rush to do housework! Why should women do it, but men don’t do it. It does not rule out that women themselves are willing to lock themselves in the housework and sink. For example, the woman above represents the thoughts of some women. Although they have paid a lot, they still complain in their hearts. If two people stumble, they will say nothing if they can get old,, If one day a man can’t stand the temptation from outside, what kind of small three or small four will he do. Women’s grievances are just like floods, what I have paid so much for you, you treat me like that, too heartless and so on. There is still a man who is right: I married a wife, not a servant! What I want is empathy, not those trivial matters of life. Another person said better, that is, the era of male and female owners has already passed. Women’s duty is not to serve men, but to be as good as men. Women, do you hear me? Straighten your backbone, self-esteem, self-confidence, self-love and self-improvement! Everyone has what he called happiness and pain, and everyone has his own dead corner. Almost everyone has something they don’t want to say, and almost everyone wants others to see their bright side; Don’t let others know their real life. What’s more, I’m crying in my heart. The hairpin Phoenix, which has been spread throughout the ages, is no stranger to everyone: the world is thin and the human feelings are evil, and the flowers are easy to fall when the rain sends them to the dusk. The wind is dry, the tears are broken, I want to write down my mind, and I just say something slanting. Difficult, difficult, difficult! People are different, today is not yesterday, the sick soul is often like a swing rope. The sound of the horn is cold, the night is dim, and I am afraid of being asked …… you say she is happy, she says you are happy; Only your heart knows whether you are happy or not. Fish are still swimming around in the water. Do you think it is happy? Raise your eyebrows and ask: Zifei fish, how can you know that it is happy and sad? 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 youth, you are the most beautiful

The journey of life, scenery and Rainbow all the way. — Text: Flowers bloom and cherish each other. The journey is long and far away. The steps are idle and slow. Stop and go, cry, laugh, and go around. There are many people and things that have gone with the wind inadvertently. When the pretty red flies away, look back again, whether we will be moved by the original self, if, life is just like the original scene. I have grown up in ignorance, and the pace of youth is gradually moving away. I am grateful to those people who have appeared in my life. In fact, I feel that I am lucky because there are many people who care about me in life, even though I have never paid attention to those people, maybe I haven’t contacted often either. Many people walk into my life as a stranger, but care about me as a friend, which really makes me feel warm. Most of the time, they would tell me that I am a nice person, even though we have never met each other or had deep friendship, but I feel that what they treat me is a kind of sincerity, rather than simply flattery, so I always treat them with the attitude of a friend. In fact, people’s hearts are the same. If you treat others well, how can others not understand? For this point, I think I am happy. Most of the time, I will feel that I have too few friends in my life, or I will feel strange if I haven’t contacted for a long time. Maybe I am wrong, didn’t I take the initiative to contact others? Why do you need to ask others, just a desire in your heart, why impose it on others? When I was quiet, I especially missed those days with my friends, thinking that sometimes I burst into laughter and sometimes I burst into tears. That was because I was moved. I didn’t do anything before, I can recall so many memories, which is enough. At least, I have never been lonely on the road of youth. Those who have traveled and accompanied may be separated as soon as they walk, those figures looked blurred, but in his youth, he really came here, didn’t he? Today, I suddenly talked with a netizen about many things in the past, including feelings. Suddenly, I was very sad and moved. After all, no one had ever been sad in his youth. We giggled quietly, maybe I don’t say anything because of sadness. Who hasn’t been crazy in those years? I fell in love with someone foolishly but finally lost the whole world. In that year’s youth, were you the same as me, and were the gardens you passed by full of Red Azalea. I have never been able to tell anyone what kind of mentality I have towards the past, but occasionally the same picture still appears in my dream, and the feeling of familiar strangers still ups and downs in my heart, I am quiet and natural in daily life, maybe I really forget it. In fact, I still remember all kinds of painting holes clearly in my heart, especially the indifferent expression. Later, I found many surprising changes unintentionally. A person who was so tolerant expressed himself with an affectionate attitude. I know what kind of difficulty it is, so I think what I chose to say and do may be right. The love of youth may end up in vain, but it also belonged to a wonderful process in life. At least, it is enough for you to rush for it. On the Road of the world of mortals, what I treasure is those who have passed by my scenery. Even if I stop for a moment, I will feel warm. I met some beautiful things, but I never stayed, but it was enough to remember, not to mention everlasting, but I once had them. Those untouchable fragments of youth stay in a certain corner of the bottom of the heart, light but more precious. There are many people who care about me in different ways every day. I am very touched. I am not that cute girl, but I like to share my feelings and feelings with others, maybe they like such a real me, at least without affectation, which is closer to the real. I am also like this, so I will be very happy and sunny. However, there is always a little sad smell in my heart. One day, I really hope that I will be a brand new sunshine type. Looking at the people around me, one by one has evolved from the original innocence into reality by the society. I can’t tell what kind of feeling it is, maybe one day I will be forced out of my own track by life, whether I will miss my youth! The journey of youth, the moment of looking back, write down, those attachment to youth, and those who have appeared in life, thank all the care and careful reminder, let me fly higher, got much further. Youth has you, so 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…