In March, I have a discussion with the text

In March, when the night was dim, the breeze passed, the rain was fine, the willow branches were shaking lightly, the water sounded leisurely, wearing a green shirt and walking alone on the shore, the world of mortals walked slowly like clouds. Flowers are like smoke clouds. People feel that life is so short until they reach middle age. They are used to walking slowly at night, carrying some elegance and some reverie. They often suddenly move in an accidental moment. Therefore, I give my mood to the words to sort out, the shadow of fragrance marks, warm and lonely, drunk Mo Xuan. Touch your silky warmth in the words, there is always a word that touches me. In the green season, you can touch my sadness more, the beautiful season of life, drunk in the world of mortals, looking forward to staying together is like this. I like the spicy wine, but I am disappointed that I am not strong enough to drink. Under the dim light, I always like to read the verses in the literature Group and drink a few cups in front of me. There is no need for red flowers and green willows, nor villas and mansions. I just want to slowly chew my friends’ words in my warm study by the mellow fragrance of wine. I don’t have the poet Li Bai to borrow love with wine, writing the endless verses, you can’t use the wine to input your deep feelings. A plate of small dishes, a transparent cup, and a toast with the words. The pungent drops are enough to hold my mind. A pot of wine in the flower room, drinking alone without blind date. Raise a toast to invite Mingyue and make a photo of three people. Walking in March, wandering in the vastness of Tang Poetry and Song poetry, I like the verses with neat rhythm such as breeze and Lotus shadow, laughing at the world of mortals, fate, happy people, doctor teachers, etc. I also admire the distant sky and lonely crane, and, teachers such as Rong Hua, Nan Feng, Haiyan and so on express their feelings to poetry forever; Like Dawn, Xiao Feng full moon, red leaves Zhiqiu, Lan Xin still, cool weather, late forest, late autumn, Pacific Ocean, beautiful poems such as Jiangxin waterfall; There are also empty Valley Orchid, cold plum in snow, single fishing cold river snow, snow Ying, like snow, music Chi, dream and cloud, red leaves, clear pool green lotus, cool shade, the intoxicating proses such as Linggu teacher; The justice novels with dreams becoming the wind, elegant, dried plum blossoms and excellent teachers; The grass roots, singing in the snow, and the transmission of love by Haier teacher with words; I was supported by the political commissar of Yayun and the goshawls in the snow field; There was a real interview report by the journalist Meng’er, and there was also a misty look at teacher Hua’s expression of the motherland. Reading the essence of Tang poetry strolling among the graceful and bold, drinking a cup of sake, touching the friendship interaction with each other. My heart has no reason to be relieved. Standing at the end of time, I feel more precious time, slowly feel time, and cherish you and me more. A ray of Moonlight often stirs up layers of ripples. Sometimes the Moonlight cannot shine into dreams. When you are silent, it is always the beginning of missing. A distant miss may become an eternal Myth. If you want to say a lot of words, sometimes you can only bury them with blood. Some feelings, maybe it is destined by God, some start, some are destined to be wrong, some are wrong, and people can’t help themselves. At this time, as long as you drink a glass of wine and read a person’s words slowly, you will turn around and leave for her happiness. Now there is only one more fantasy, looming. In March, I missed a song, intoxicating my heart and breaking my heart. I was speechless. I heard my words and sighed softly. In March, I had a conversation with the words, telling the past of the country path and missing the country, I miss my childhood partners, recall the beauty of my first love, recall the lost relatives, make those memories that are about to disappear clear again, drink a mouthful of wine, listen, the Grand Canal will ring again. The bright moonlight always gives people some thoughts and melancholy. Standing alone on the balcony, I don’t know where my heart wanders? Looking up at the sky, through the stars, which one is your eyes, shallow Whirlpool, instantly spread to my heart, lonely. I always like to integrate the appreciated sentences into the blood, making many unforgettable sentences take root in my heart. In the beautiful March, the spring breeze swept away the chill completely. Because the company needs to plant trees over 100 mu of land, I drove to supervise the project every day and worked in the breeze of March, I often feel that I am back to the embrace of nature, because I can’t rest at noon, I feel physically and mentally exhausted. Maybe, I am really old in March of early spring, and the Sunshine injects hope into those who desire warmth, however, I am still a light thought, a light feeling, and a light walk in my footsteps. I like the light rain in early spring, the soft rain, the light meditation and the light smile in the rain. Raindrops fell on the balcony, giving out beautiful sounds of nature, stretching out and taking a drop into the palm, crystal clear, spotless, I was reluctant to touch, I saw your loneliness in this bright raindrop, your sadness and beauty, hold your hands tightly, and also hold the fragments of your life tightly. The season recycles the vicissitudes of people. If life could come back, I would choose this kind of life, a pot of old wine, a glass, a roll of song lyrics, a history book, a plain, A indifferent. In March, I discussed with the characters, feeling the excellence of Tang Poetry and Song poetry, the refinement of character art and the melodious character in the characters. The vast sea of people, acquaintance is the fate, in the text to meet friends, to make friends with the text, the year and month flow, surging endless footsteps, how many years, how much touched, it is worthy of our heart collection, write Eternal Nostalgia with words. At night, put a clear voice, Dancing with the wine glass and words. Many memories, with the hazy and clear feeling of wine, the wine is strong in the internal organs, rubbing the heart, unforgettable Brand of Snow Plum in the wind and rain. I opened the gate of words with a glass of wine, and touched the feeble sigh with my fingertips. A dream, an emotion, an unforgettable period and a lifetime of concern fell down at the bottom of the Cup, A beautiful figure crept up in a trance and fell down for countless long nights, swimming with the wine glasses. Only the mellow in his hand can understand your words. When I was lonely, wine glasses gave me warmth and words gave me mood. I embraced them and strolled in the world of mortals, waiting for the coming of the day again and again, and welcoming the first dawn of the east again and again. March is full of my worries. I take heaven as the curtain and literature as friends. I drink a cup of wine to friends of Yayun Literature Society and original literature in a good mood, releasing a touch, express a true feeling. 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…

A person walking

The night in the small town is gentle and quiet. A man wandered aimlessly on the street, watching the flashing lights and the dim night. Along the street, numerous shops were brightly lit. The shopkeepers who had been busy for a whole day turned off their loud voices to attract customers quietly, not knowing whether they were tired or satisfied with the harvest during the day, sitting, standing, or packing around, preparing for closing. On the road, the passing vehicles were no longer as reckless and impatient as they were in the daytime, and they all drove past in a orderly manner. The people in the car had been busy for a day, and they were already eager to return, because in the direction of home, there was a warm light calling them affectionately. In the distance, along both sides of the river, the lights were bright and the Willows were swaying. On the Bank Square, leisurely and rich people are dancing with the beautiful music. I like it very much, such a time, such a walking. The gate of memory can be opened at will at this time, letting the fragments of the old days swim freely in my mind. It will not hit rocks, and no one will be disturbed. I can’t remember when I started, and I like walking alone. I only remember that when I was a student many years ago, as long as I went out, I must be in groups, chattering all the way, like a group of happy birds. Even if I bought clothes and ate, it was the decision of the minority to obey the majority. The sunshine was very bright at that time, and the world was very pure at that time. Walking out of a pure land and stepping into the noisy world of mortals, we also got married with loneliness. In the early days, I lived in the narrow little world in the corner of the small town, devoting the most beautiful youth of my life to a devout job and a steadfast waiting, waiting for a beautiful and distant love blocked by time and space. During the days and nights of more than one thousand or five hundred days and nights, after work, I heard the sisters around me tell their love stories happily. When the night fell, they saw their skirts fluttering like butterflies flying out of the yard and rushing to the sweet date. Every time at that time, a burst of hurried and cheerful footsteps, like whips and hammers, beat a lonely heart, and red lovesickness scattered all over the floor. When everything is quiet, when there is only one person left in the world, turn back, close the door, silently, write the silent sigh and deep thoughts into the diary. Maybe since then, I have been used to being alone. Stay alone, stay alone, come alone, go alone. Because there is a love buried in the bottom of my heart. Even though the world of mortals is rolling and dazzling, I still keep a sober mind all the time and stick to that loneliness and loneliness willingly. Persistent and no regrets. As time goes by, when the story of youth has passed, life gives off the mellow fragrance of daily necessities, but one’s state has not changed. Everything, always, seems to be just a person in action. One person, shopping, shopping, walking, doing anything that one can do. A person is real and casual. You can do things with your own temperament, cooking, cooking, watering flowers, raising fish, reading sentimental love stories, and writing petty bourgeois words. If you do nothing, leave your brain blank. Habit. Seeing the situation that girls go shopping together after work or couples of all ages go in and out together and love each other, the calm heart has already been upset. Even if you are in a noisy place, the surrounding crowd is bustling, and the deskmates meet with each other, and the greetings are boiling, you can still sit quietly and watch calmly, just like staying out. I lack enthusiasm for some life plots that people are keen on. Originally, life is lonely. A person, no matter the loneliness and helplessness when he is frustrated or the proud scenery when he is successful, only he knows his own taste. Although some people enjoy the support like stars and moon, how many people can really understand his thoughts, soul and emotions? In this world, how many people can let him open his heart and treat him sincerely? Let alone the poor and humble people, who is willing to spend some time listening to their voices attentively? Looking around, how many people are walking alone. Body or soul. The situation of a person is very beautiful, very cold. Just like tonight, a person walks on the street quietly, like a fish who is ignorant of the world, swimming freely in the ocean of the night, enjoying it alone, and the night is beautiful. 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…

Memento picking up of five

There was a madman in the neighboring village two miles away next door who often wandered around several nearby villages. The madman has a strong figure, a full face of beard, a thin face, a little yellowish, but his eyes are very vivid. Sometimes you can have a glance at you without any purpose, which makes you feel a faint fire. His clothes and trousers were rags, and he walked proudly on the street of the village. Without any warning, he suddenly shouted: oil cake is not fine grain….. What is oil cake? In the northern countryside, some places in Inner Mongolia and Shaanxi of Shanxi province, a crop millet is planted, which is one of the five cereals. The fruit produced by Millet is called Yellow Rice after peeling, the size is similar to that of millet, and the color is yellowish and sticky than that of millet. Northerners grind it into flour. After steaming with water, it will be made into a cake and fried in boiling oil, which is called oil cake. In the past. Because oil is precious, eating a fried cake is more difficult than eating a steamed bun with white flour. Only have a meal on important festivals such as weddings and funerals or New Year festivals. What is refined grains? Friends who had experienced the supply system and printed food stamps or even soap stamps deeply in their minds would naturally understand the meaning of the so-called coarse grains and refined grains. In the past era when everything was planned, the urban residents went to the grain depot to get grain by ticket quota every month, corn, sorghum, millet and so on were called coarse grains, and white flour rice was designated as fine grains. Although oil cakes are expensive as delicious food in rural areas, yellow rice is somehow classified as coarse grains, so the oil cakes made of natural yellow rice can be regarded as coarse grains. This is the reason why oil cakes are not refined grains. As for why crazy people always shout this sentence loudly, nobody knows except him. Sometimes when walking in the alley, there was no reason to give a sentence. After shouting, the ending sound of the grain character was still echoing in the alley, and there was a mysterious smile on the corner of his mouth, it seemed that he was laughing at something faintly. The corner of his eyes seemed to sweep over you, and then turned to the high place far away, ignoring others’ eyes, he swaggered and disappeared at the corner of the street. On the street, he sometimes stopped at the place where people were sitting and chatting, but he looked to the sky through a distance of more than ten steps without looking at others. He looked a little lonely and lonely, it seemed to be listening to other people’s words, and it seemed to be meditating alone again, with words in his mouth. When all the people were talking happily and proudly, he suddenly made a high-pitched sound of oil cake which was not a fine grain, and his voice spread over the village. The lingering sound was not over, and the mysterious and contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth again. He waved his sleeves and stepped away in the astonished eyes of all. I remember at that time, when he passed by, although our children loved to be lively, they didn’t dare to approach him when they saw him. They only looked at him from a distance and felt inexplicable panic in their hearts. It was said that he used to be a blacksmith. He did a good job, was tall and tall, and lived a good life. During the Cultural Revolution, he didn’t know who he offended. He was criticized and humiliated by the young revolutionary general. His wife divorced him and left with his children. He couldn’t stand the stimulation, so he went crazy. I don’t remember, I don’t know when the cry of oil cake is not refined grains can no longer be heard. Presumably, he is no longer alive. The name of the madman can still be remembered clearly now. His name is Zhang Ji. Later, after the land contract, the rural people could slowly eat. Eating a meal of oil cake is no longer a new thing. Some old people didn’t like the way that young people didn’t cherish food, so they chatted aside, but no one answered, so they had to sigh by themselves against the wall with a stick: these days, the oil cake is really not a fine grain! Several years later, Brother Sharp’s eyes seemed to sweep the whole China. The first time I saw Brother Sharp on the Internet, the moment his ruthless eyes penetrated my soul, another pair of long-lost eyes with a little contempt and ridicule appeared in front of me again, how similar their eyes are! It makes me suddenly feel the reincarnation of the world. Crazy Zhang Ji, he is in another world, maybe his spirit is really free. 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…

Rainstorm

At this moment when the black and white were reversed, Cocks had already been unable to distinguish the time and began to sing at random. Their irresponsible singing made people more panic. People began to realize that the situation was very clear and there was no fluke in this rainstorm attack. The rapid gathering of dark clouds made everything in the world mess up. The raging wind made many things get away from the ground and disappear in a flash. The flustered people rushed to the house as crazy as the wind. They were afraid of being occupied by the rainstorm, which would be the most instinctive escape of people. No one wanted to wear clothes and shower in the rain, and there are so many audiences. There was a muffled thunder in the distance, which seemed so calm and full of electricity. When we feel that the black is really making people faint, when most people are ready, a hazy White appears in the distance, which slowly hits and slowly devours the black. The Thunder was getting closer and closer, and it was obvious that a strong sound came over fiercely. That was the sound of rain. From all sides to our heads, the decibel of the sound was getting higher and higher. In the whole world covered by the rain curtain, Lightning reflects light in the rain spots, suppressing everything without sound, which is even more frightening. Those distant scenery have disappeared, only a few lights can be seen faintly, shining in general. After each Lightning Thunder, there must be another attack of rain. In these repeated sound changes, we accepted all these patiently, whether you like it or dislike it. As for the storm, everyone is helpless to it. We can only wait quietly, waiting for it to stop. 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…

On the train found

In the past, I was always afraid that I would take a train to my husband’s house during the Spring Festival transportation. It would take a long queue to buy a train ticket. When I arrived at the railway station, I saw many cars rushing in, including tricycle, motorcycle and taxi, all drivers get off the bus and greet you, letting you take their car, looking at the chaos, but they can also live in peace. When we arrived at the waiting room, someone fell down on the bench, someone sat on the floor and ate, someone took out a towel to wash his face and wipe his body, and someone took out a puppy from the woven bag and entered the overcrowded carriage, at first glance, I saw many men and women dressed in plain clothes, and they looked tired. When the car was driven, you would find some peddlers selling milk tea, girls selling box lunch and newspapers constantly soliciting business in the car. Outside the window, exquisite and tall buildings passed. On the field, farmers were working hard, cattle were walking unhurriedly, a group of ducks were playing and laughing in the water, and women in bright dresses were strolling in the field with graceful posture, after a while, she disappeared in the plants in the field. A girl sitting next to me made a speech with the man sitting by the window next to her, like a tactful tongue to adjust the seat, finally, the passenger was persuaded to change the seat. The Cowherd and the Weaving Maid no longer looked across the river, and the sticky eyes became more sticky because of the closer space. Just like Xu Zhimo’s prose, it is too thick to melt. Because of age and too thick emotion, people have to guess their relationship in a low voice: the relationship between classmates? Or an elopement lover? Or something? I sat in my own position and continued to observe the passengers. Some were eating fried chicken legs in their hands, some were holding drinks that had not been sucked up, and some were eating instant noodles with only sitting passengers, all of whom looked at ease: some hold newspapers of unknown year and month, reading them with relish; Some sit there, like a Bodhisattva closing his eyes and recuperating; Others wear headphones on their ears, it is estimated that it is unknown what wonderful music programs you are enjoying or what foreign languages you are learning. Who knows? Someone turned on the computer and was playing a game. There was also a passenger. She was already very tired, but she had to move her tired and sore feet to find a spare seat. She looked over from rows of chairs, but she was disappointed because each chair was full. She began to be discouraged, feeling exhausted and resigned to fate. I imagined on the train. Most of the reason why I was obsessed with the train was that I hadn’t taken the train until I was 20 years old. Therefore, when I was a child and a teenager, I went to my classmate’s house to play. Her home was near the train station. I could listen to the whistle of the train and watch the train rumbling away, which became one of the lessons I often did in my life. When I was an adult, it became common to take a train because I went to other places to study and liked traveling. However, I am still full of mystery and reverence for trains. Sometimes, when I take a wrong bus or go to a big railway station, I will get lost and panic in my heart; Sometimes, when I face strangers full of carriages, I will feel alienated; Sometimes, when I take a night train, under the dim light, sometimes, during a lonely trip, I would expect a beautiful encounter; There was a woman who was calling someone, which seemed to be a contradiction between her and a female colleague, and it was a person who was spouting the machine gun endlessly. I doubted whether the other party had already put down the phone and went to the kitchen to cook. The purpose of her high tone is to let the whole carriage people give her comments. I really don’t know about Xianglin sister-in-law… My guess is not out of thin air. That woman raised her voice even higher when she advocated her incomparably right in a high profile, tell me about which important cities I will visit and which important conferences I will attend on this important trip. I am also showing off my own people. A child several months old in my arms smiles so cute, his mother went to pick up the water and gave the child to me. I played with the child and he cooperated with me very much. I spread his hands out and closed them to teach him the smooth children’s songs, when his innocent eyes smiled at me naively for several times, I felt happy in my heart. Later when his mother came back, I praised his child as obedient and disregarded others, I can’t see my mother or cry. Looking at some flight attendants again, when facing the harsh criticism of individual passengers, girls can take the overall situation into consideration and swallow their grievances into their stomachs. The flight attendant Ning Ning said: in fact, it is nothing to think about it. It is also a sense of accomplishment for us to solve difficult problems. The conductor Lingling was very busy. Since she had difficulties, after the system of finding the conductor was implemented, those who didn’t shop, make up tickets, and those who had important care objects all came to her. She answered questions and recorded, at the same time, he explained the task quickly with the interphone until all the passengers who were looking for her left satisfie. Train small society, social big stage. As long as you pay close attention to it, taking a bus is just like reading a book named “Social appearance”. The conductor is an interesting person with excellent eloquence and humorous language. In addition, people are young and handsome. Maybe because of this selling point, they sell some small things with a three-inch tongue. Toothbrush, socks and some small ornaments all became hot goods in his mouth. People bought some goods in laughter. Some bought a wooden snake that could swim for the children who were running in the carriage, some bought some socks that were said to be knives and could not be scraped, and some bought some melon seeds and small candies, even the beauty who was not tempted bought some goods without defense under the attack of handsome sunshine with warm smile and humorous words? Unconsciously, it was late at night, and some people gradually couldn’t hold on, so they fell asleep in the most suitable sleeping position because of the situation. Some drooped their heads and drooped down. Their bodies went down and down with their heads. A little further down, they were about to fall to the ground, but suddenly they woke up and smacked their mouths, sit straight. But after a while, he continued his horse-falling style. Driven by deep sleepiness, the beauties also put down their reserve and fell asleep with their boyfriends legs. Some fell asleep on the table, so the window seat has always been a place for military strategists to contend. At dawn, the radio began to broadcast for the first time. The announcer said it would be the terminal in half an hour. Hearing this news, everyone suddenly woke up as if they were attacked by wasp. It was too late to wash your face and brush your teeth, so he was eager to unload his luggage from the shelf and put it in the most convenient place. I prepared to get off the bus as soon as I stopped. It was really anxious to return, or I had smelt the smell of home. There seemed to be steaming food, a pot of old wine and a clean and tidy bed, more mothers who lean against the window Like (prose editor: Rain dancing alone) 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…