Fragrance brushed

Many memories in life are very beautiful, like a wisp of blue smoke, walking in the rain with small flowers and red umbrellas at the moment of rising in the sky, or on the evening of plum rains, listen to the rhythm of the rain hitting the umbrella flower, or linger in the morning to feel the warm current and fresh light of the sun. These aftertastes can be picked up all the year round. At the end of 1980 s, I was in high school. Because of the difficulties in my family life, my father was the only one to go to work, and I had to provide five sisters to go to school. My mother was in poor health, so I was always not outstanding in learning, I dropped out of school during this extraordinary period at home. At first, I felt very cool, and sometimes it was also very safe, like the days when farmers had a casual rest in winter after a busy autumn. I can also play crazily with my companions, and I don’t have to do those math problems that I hate any more. A Xiu, she was my only playmate at that time, staying together all day long. At that time, we could watch every movie in the cinema enough, and we would watch it again if we like it very much. At that time, we thought it was the most advanced enjoyment. Less than half a year after such a day, I felt a little disappointed in my super free space. Every time I was alone in the quiet night, listening to the purr of my family and resting on my mind, I began to lose sleep while the moon was slightly bright. I had to whisper to myself. Maybe it was because I had grown up suddenly after such a period of time, and I felt that school was the most suitable place to go. A Xiu had already dropped out of school for many years and married with her beauty and flowery years. Gradually, I really began to think about my future life. Sometimes people are really strange, why do they cherish when they lose? At the critical crossroads of my life, I always walk slowly. Therefore, I started to prepare my tuition silently behind my parents. I remember at that time, my mother and I served well in the small garden of my family. No matter it was eggplant, green oil beans, peppers and so on, they all grew green and melted with fruits. I was also very diligent. I got up early in the morning to weed, hold seedlings, pick and pick them. I also took time to sell them in the market and got some returns every day. In this way, I managed to make up 240 yuan a month. With this hard tuition fee, I came to the best local school, WX Experimental Middle School, to sign up for a second reading. For me, it is strange and yearning here, because I have never studied here, and I am very eager in my heart. With this expectation, I knocked on the door of principal teacher Wu. At that time, on August, the weather was still hot and dry, and the wind also sang reluctant songs. My heart was also sweating, and what was more important was that my heart was warming in anxiety. The air in the principal’s room was fine, and the cool fragrance seeped into my nostrils. Without the muggy outside, I stood behind the parents and students who came to sign up and waited silently. Principal Wu glanced at me and began to work. Among those who signed up, many people chose to read again instead of choosing well. President Wu welcomed the students to come to school and read again, and warmly received every parent and every student. Time spent in one second, my heart seemed to be tighter, and my whole body was in sweat. With the parents who signed up and the examinees who came to leave gradually, my thoughts also gradually rose one after another, just like the Running River, surging forward. You also come to sign up? Principal Wu asked casually. I nodded. You college entrance examination score? My head was buzzing, blank, so I had to shake my head. You have no grades, what are you doing here? Hearing President Wu’s question, my heart suddenly tightened and broke. I was stunned for a moment, and I never cried, so I cried loudly. At that moment, it seemed that the air was condensed, and President Wu was shocked too! I am disappointed? Is despair? Is grievance? I had no time to think about it. Everything was in tears. I had to cry sadly and couldn’t help crying. I ran from the fifth floor to the first floor regardless of everything, and then to the school gate. I stopped my steps and said to myself: Forget it, I can’t read any more, and I will never! However, I am really not reconciled. I want to take a look at this school for the last time, even for the last time. Therefore, I looked back. Just at this moment, I heard a voice ringing kindly in my ears: kid, come back. The school made an exception to accept you! I saw principal Wu. The sweat on his face flashed like hope fluttering in my heart. He held my hand and was so tired that he couldn’t catch his breath. I also clenched President Wu’s big hands. At that moment, excited tears flowed down. From then on, I set foot on this dream school and began to read again. I still do the three meals a day and other housework as usual. In this way, after holding on quietly for a week in excitement and hope, on a bright moonlight night, I lay in bed and didn’t sleep soundly. I heard my mother’s voice in a hazy way: let the second child go to school, even if he can’t get into a good university, he must support him. My illness is fine. I can move or do housework. We are sorry for the child who doesn’t go to school. Yes, in fact, the second child has great potential. I ignored her. Dad whispered softly. My eyes are wet. People, it is hard to avoid going through some bad ups and downs in their life. Apart from trudging in their own insistence, they really need a warm hand to give some support in disappointment or despair, even though it was a little bit warm, just like President Wu’s palm, the residual fragrance gently brushed in my heart. It has always been the highlight of my life, DEDECMS 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…

Rural dream

The clouds like light gauze covered the undulating mountains. A river full of spring water flowed quietly among the green fields. An old bridge was lying on the river, making the thin spring rain wet slowly. This is the scenery of the country that I have been used to seeing for a long time. But in other places, there is always no refreshing sadness falling from the deep heart, just like a wisp of breeze lifting the clouds and smoke of the past. I know that my life is so plain and my mood is so indifferent. But we can’t forget that long-lost yearning, a kind of everlasting feeling and real thinking, and we can’t forget that red, black face and clear shy village girl; I am used to hearing the crisp laughter of several people on the side of the river carrying open-backed pants while washing clothes. Leaving the small mountain village and the river beside the village that accompanied me through my childhood, I walked in my life, my heart was calm like water, and I stepped away, my body was full of others’ staring eyes. The empty traveling bag is always filled with the confusion and vicissitudes of time, but I am like a duckweed with no stem, wandering in the boundless lake, and I do not know when this lake will drift to that lake again, although I can also taste the sweetness of morning dew and appreciate the beauty of the sunset mist, I still pray for happiness, eager to have the blue sky that belongs to my soaring, and look for the destination that belongs to my own roots, A cup of hot tea, a plate of light dishes, taste plain life. Accustomed to the life in the mountain village, I always like to walk alone on the path of the field in sunny weather and sunny morning, facing the gentle spring breeze, breathing the smell of soil, lying on the soft grass, looking up at the blue sky and white clouds, I love the blue sky and white clouds, and envy their leisure and freedom from the bottom of my heart. How eager I am to grow a pair of firm wings, fly high from the deep mountains calmly, fly over the high hills, fly to the sky to accompany white clouds, overlook the green mountains and rivers of the earth, look at the deep footprints left on the mountain road, which are my footprints from one mountain village to another. They are so messy and at a loss. I also like the quiet night, making a cup of good tea, reading the yellow books slowly, thinking about the dusty past behind the books casually, looking for some old past events and dribs and drabs, or savoring the wind and breeze carefully, the rain was rustling, and the lights were shining again. I didn’t know what to do with my arms. I was bored when I woke up, bored when I was drunk, and when did my dream come to Xie Qiao and other graceful poems, in the alternation of poems and words, let the soul blend with the soul. Or sit alone in the dark night, looking at the stars in the starry sky, dreaming that you will become an eagle that directly hits the night sky, flying over thousands of mountains and valleys, and using your powerful wings to rub with the air to highlight the dark night in the sky. I saw the shining stars and the familiar and vivid face nightmares one by one. I would not miss the communication with them, telling the sincere yearning and the amorous feelings of the year. I like to communicate with the stars in this way, because it enables me to see little hope and the direction of progress in the long night. 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…

Promise Me a Season of Lotus dream

Those fragmentary days of exile were finally a season of Lotus dreams that kept my youth. A flawless smile, a handful of bitter Lotus hearts. I like to stay in front of the pond in the backyard. It is still the lotus dance pond, and the reflection is overflowing in the water, which is the most blurred confusion in my life. With the breeze of the cloud flute, it gradually dyed the East fence. Some bitterness, which was too late to say, was cast into the lotus dream in a sparse way by the rain. The dark fragrance and clear sound of The Green Years and the curtain rolling eyebrows gradually became an indelible mark in my heart. Those astringent dreams need to be licked, and you can understand them; Those dreams need to be acted, and you can walk out of the difficult barriers, and realize the beautiful and elegant dreams of life …… one person, half a city, wandering aimlessly. The City Without You is not perfect, just like the trace of flying birds across the sky, which is also the loneliness that the sky cannot retain. Time flies, changing the original appearance of you and me, trying to perfunctory each other and then escape from the soul. However, when the midnight dream comes back, there is still a trace of inexplicable melancholy in my heart. How I wanted to drown the pain, but how could I know that it had learned to swim. At first sight, you said you would wait for me as if you were caring for a flower. You will never know how pure the wind-up afternoon sunshine was on your sincere face. At that time, I easily fell into the trap you had already designed, and turned back like a moth to a fire. However, what I never thought of was that this picture became the only good medicine I could recall to comfort when I licked the wound alone in the future. Even though love is rampant, I am willing to let it annihilate all the warmth. Some people say that if you feel cold, go to the south. However, not all the south is called warmth. The longer the time goes, the weaker the days go. I never deliberately stopped to enjoy the scenery along the road. Life is like a kite with a broken line. It is not restrained and restrained by anyone. It is just a gust of wind that can easily take it away. The world of mortals is like a dream, where to go, we are just a speck of dust in the vast sea of changes, all the way through mountains and rivers, in order to find the light peace of one side of the city. Then, with the idle clouds, wait for the flowers to bloom. The tedious and wandering world left a piece of pure land in my heart, planted a grain of Tianshan snow lotus, and cultivated it secretly, only waiting for the Holy Flower of the soul. This life is not for luxury and noise, but just for lonely Bloom, silently waiting for a pure beauty. 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…