Peace is the greatest wealth in life

I went to her house with the old man to see an idle tree root. On the way, the old man naturally mentioned her drowned 12-year-old grandson. She said, his grandson escaped from the disaster of the 5.12 earthquake, but 20 days after the earthquake, on the second day after the children’s day, he bid farewell to the whole world as well as the last children’s day of his life. The old man said that the drowned grandson was the son of her third son. The third son originally opened a non-staple food wholesale store, and the business was good. However, after his son passed away, the third son lost the patience to continue to operate the store, I gave the store plate to others. The old man said that the third son had a birth control operation, and his son was his only hope. After his son passed away, the third son lost his hope …… the old man said calmly, it is like telling other people’s stories, but I think, for a stranger like me who first met, the first thing I mentioned is about the misfortune of his grandson drowned. Perhaps, this unfortunate topic has been spoken out from her mouth for many times. Perhaps, the sadness accumulated in her heart goes with the voice every time she confides to others, discharge her heart and leave with the wind. In the process of pouring out from the old, I just listened quietly. I wanted to say some comforting words, but I couldn’t find suitable words. I just hoped that when the old poured out, she can resolve her inner sadness a little more, bless the old man and her third son, and get out of that grief as soon as possible. At the same time, I wish everyone peace! 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…

My Sky City

I like the windy days, so that I can dance in the wind and gently wrap around your side; I like the sunny days, so that when I look up, my eyes are full of the smell of sunshine; I like rainy days, you can see the lingering wind blowing the drizzle across my window, playing a sound of ticking, ticking the wonderful movement, then splashing in the soil, falling into mud and grinding into dust. In the windy days, you can let your thoughts fly as much as you like, either sad or happy. I just want to let it disappear in the wind at that moment, with a new and vigorous attitude, the sprout and vigorous growth have all the strength and courage, just like the seeds of dandelion, which grow everywhere and look new. I want to have such a city, a place that belongs to me. I like quietness. I can throw away the noise and disturbance in the world and enjoy the mess without silk and bamboo. You can think about many questions worth thinking about. In the morning, at the moment I opened my eyes, I could see white clouds drifting by my side. The gentle sunshine stroked my cheek and breathed the first fresh air from the breeze. Listen attentively to the wonderful movement played by birds with their own unique and loud singing voices, and listen cheerfully. The fresh sunshine, the vigorous wind, the bright smile lingering on the face, everything is so simple and so sincere. Strolling in the center of the city, I am used to seeing the endless crowds around me and smiling sincerely. It is natural and easy-going, without intrigue, intrigue and struggle for rights in the past, what remains is only the sincere and pure heart. Here there is no deception, no cunning and affectation, no jealousy, no pain, only a simple and simple happy life. You can do what you like, or go to a bookstore, read the books in it, and smell the smell of books. Sometimes I will be moved by the stories or emotions in the book and cry! Or in the afternoon, find a teahouse, find a place near the window, and order a pot of newly listed new tea, savoring the fragrance of the tea carefully while enjoying the scenery outside the window, diffuse man way out. Or if a person is too stuffy, he can invite two or three friends to talk about his ideal in the cafe while enjoying the beautiful afternoon time in the rich coffee. When the last wisp of residual Sun vanished in the western sky, the night finally came unhurriedly. The stars in the sky flickered, and whose eyes were blurred? Who is the brightest one? The moon gradually climbed up into the sky, illuminating the deep night sky in a flash. The Moonlight spread over every corner, I suddenly wanted to listen to Beethoven’s Moonlight and the Waltz’s dance steps again, wouldn’t it add a gorgeous color to this graceful night. In the night, a person hid in the study, Make a cup of tea, read a favorite book, write an article belonging to yourself, and cheer for your youth. Draw a picture scroll that I have been pursuing in my heart, and use the brush to retain the happy time and appearance. Happiness is very simple, but I can only find it in my dream. I just want to be a simple person, that’s all. An old song pervades my space. Whose missing shadow is lengthened by the dim light? In the middle of the night, I searched for the long-lost boundless waiting, and the beauty of Xu Yi wandered in the night sky. 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…

Boat water no-

Boat water no-

May came unconsciously in an instant, and could not hear its footsteps. April had already come behind the years. On Wednesday, May 2nd, 2012, standing alone by the Singapore River, enjoying a moment of leisure. In the sky with dense floating clouds, the fierce sun was collected by the clouds, but he also put on a gold dress for himself. The warm breeze blew slowly and kissed my cheek gently, which also aroused shallow memories. There are few pedestrians on the street, and the traffic flow of cars is not much, which just gives me the feeling of leisure. The waves on the river were pushed slowly. Even though they were tired, they were still urged to keep moving forward, unwilling to stop, just like days passing day and night. The sun rises and the moon falls, and the stars change. Many unknown times are lost in the boring years like this. I often sit alone in the corner of the dusk, looking at all the shadows being pulled long, and then gradually disappear. I always sigh that the beautiful things in the world cannot be forced to stay. Always think about something in your mind silently at that moment, and miss someone quietly. Occasionally I think of myself in middle age, but suddenly I feel that my sail seems to be torn apart by the fierce wind of life, only to feel that I have been stagnant in a whirlpool, circling around, but I don’t know which direction to go. Lost yourself, lost the future, and even lost the goal of life. I often wonder whether I can’t distinguish the direction from now on if I just spend the rest of my life in such a muddled way. There is no ambition to climb over the mountains, no wish to cross the ocean, and only want to feel the warmth of human feelings in the world. However, I always miss some lost footprints when raindrops touch the window lightly. A ship full of tourists crossed the river slowly, stirring more wave marks and raising bursts of white foam. Looking at the tourists looking around leisurely on the boat, or wearing straw hats or holding binoculars, overlooking the buildings standing around, they admired me. Once upon a time, I also left all the trivial things like them, and took my beloved people to travel around the mountains and waters to feel the beauty of life. The disturbed river, along with the ships drifting away, also restored the usual warm current. Many things, just like ships crossing the river, will always set off countless ripples at that moment. Countless waves may make invisible waves ripple in the heart. However, when time passes by, you will find that everything will return to the usual calm, and no trace of the past will be found. Therefore, day after day, year after year, confused to find the end of life. In fact, every destination is a new beginning. Falling Leaves, presented, is the cycle of reincarnation. Life is the constant reincarnation between life and death, love and hate, gathering and scattering, sorrow and joy. Only by crying, laughing, angry and loving can we truly experience the five flavors of life and be regarded as a book that has experienced life. Most of the time, we think that we have left an eternal memory in someone’s life, blooming glorious splendor. However, when the river of life goes by, you will find that you believe in your feelings. The original moving will be killed by the sharp blade of time into thin memories. Looking back, perhaps we can only accept the past ignorance with a calm smile. No matter how much you have paid or what kind of unforgettable experience you have spent hand in hand, people’s emotions will gradually fade with the change of mood. Even though day and night are opposite, people will still find that they will sadly forget the joy of meeting at that time. Facing familiar and unfamiliar faces every day, I really don’t know why I was born and why I worked hard. Life is full of many false smiles and fraudulent words. Is it true that there is only an ordinary rule of sunrise and sunset? I once looked at myself in the mirror and was astonished to find the traces left by time on my face, just like the milestones in life, which were written with bitter paths and narrated unknown stories one by one. Sometimes, I really hope that I can slowly cross every scenery along the river of life. Don’t stay, don’t regret, just watch the evolution of things from a distance, don’t want to insert it, because I have already found that I can’t bear the big wind and waves of life. Life is like a river, flowing endlessly. Since it came to this world, life is just like blood flowing slowly with the pulse. Where it passes, it will be dyed by everything around. Therefore, a spring of clear water mixed with many colors and filthy, gradually made life happy, regretful and polluted. As the saying goes, those who are close to Zhu are red, and those who are close to ink are black. The River of Life is also the road chosen by oneself, and gradually becomes a gray stream. The Other Shore is always the most beautiful. On the other side, it is always regarded as a beautiful picture of green willows drooping, red flowers blooming, clear sky and clear sea. Therefore, people like to stand on this shore and overlook the remote shore, ignoring the flowers and trees around their bodies, and thus they can not integrate into the world they should belong. People’s desire often faces some undeserved extravagant hopes, which leads to a confusion in their hearts. There is a saying that there is no trace of boats passing through the water, isn’t the river of life like this? Every time someone or something passes through his heart and wipes out the instant brilliance, he always hopes that it will be an eternal memory, but forgets that the river will take away everything, no matter it is fallen leaves, broken branches or residual flowers will drift along the river and gradually disappear from life. Maybe there would be one or two things, which stirred up quite big ripples like small stones and stirred up beautiful spray, but they would only be deposited in the bottom of my heart and would never be seen. There is no trace of the boat passing through the water. I hope all the things left in my memory are the best past. 2012.05.03 Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) 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…

Light rain, light sorrow

The scorching sun in the past few days, after the washing of such a misty rain, swept away the dust accumulated for a long time, took away the hot summer, and brought a little cool to the world, which seemed to be somewhat refreshing. The leaves and grass on the roadside looked more green after the rain, just like getting a new life. They couldn’t wait to announce his tenacity to the world! The beautiful flowers lost their elegant demeanour at that time, and the petals were scattered all over the ground. Those listless flowers left on the branches seemed to carry some sadness when they were scattered into mud and ground into dust. The wind is blowing, the rain is falling, where is my heart? The cold wind blew in and fell all over the body. I couldn’t help trembling. It seems to take away the complicated world in rainy days, and everything seems so quiet! Quiet, I could only hear the sound of patter raindrops hitting the window. The crisp birdsong is more loud and cheerful at this moment. It seems that they are also cheering and expecting for the rain and the coming of the wind. Maybe they have had enough of that hot weather! The silence of rainy days seems to be the easiest to take people away on the road of memory. The ethereal thoughts gallop wildly like the wind. In those years, at that scene, at that moment, there were also those people who seemed to be echoing those lovely voices again, and their figures were shaking in front of them. False but so real, when he reached out to catch it, it was like a cloud of smoke, vanishing without a trace, without giving people any time and opportunity to remember. Everything was restored to the previous tranquility, which was a little horrible. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the wind was getting stronger and stronger. It could be said that mountains and rains were coming and the wind was full of wind. A flash of lightning flashed across the building, illuminating half, pull back the galloping thoughts. Lamenting, missing; Sighing, peach blossom, sun and moon shuttling back and forth. Read, those who can read. As time goes by, it may become empty. It’s hard to look back with tears! Leave a lament in the sky, and wish the rain flow on the Earth. The cold wind blows up, standing in the drizzle, letting the wind blow away the sadness, and the rain wipes out the vicissitudes of the whole body. Stay half sober, stay half drunk, wake up hazy, wake up sober or throw away troubles, forget the dust. I don’t want to be a point in the dust, but I always waste it in the dust. The muddy road always falls down accidentally. Sometimes it doesn’t have the courage to climb up, or you can’t find the direction of the way forward. Then you remember the use of the compass. I don’t know when my compass fell, but I kept looking for it, but I didn’t find it. I can only slowly explore the confused road, but I believe it is always approaching 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…

Heart Lies

It is summer at this time, and the heat is hard to bear. The sun setting time is basically 7:55 these days. It was already 8 o’clock after dinner. I was washing the dishes with sweat on my cheek and back. My sister called me. Sister, hurry home. Mom was so angry that she couldn’t eat now when she knew about Dad, wash your face with tears all day long. OK, I’ll be right over. I quickly cleaned up the bowl, ran upstairs to take a shower and get dressed quickly, took the car key and rushed down the stairs. My tears kept flowing out of the stairs, mom is not worthy of her life for dad, too bitter, really too bitter. Since I was two or three years old, I have only known that my mother is the only one who does everything in this family except my mother. Dad to us is good or bad I am little impression of, because he has little time to love we, even if talking to us no time, let alone with us out to play, I don’t remember whether he had pulled the hands of some of our siblings. Of course, until now, my siblings and I have no feelings with him, and I don’t know why I make out with my father like other children. In his eyes, he was not interested in this family except gambling or whoring. My mother was dragged by our four children, and she had to go to the factory to earn money to support us to eat and study. From morning till night, she was busy and frowned. She seldom saw her smile, she often heard her sobbing on the bed alone in the evening. She cried for a long time. Every time she heard it, her heart was twisted like a knife, thinking about how she could help more with her tiny strength. At that time, I was in primary school and went directly to the fireworks factory to earn cash after school every evening. When I went home and put the money in my mother’s hand, it was my happiest time, because I can finally see a smile on my mother’s face again. Yes, I am sensible. Although I earn little money, my mother is content, because finally someone can care about her and feel that she has helped her, but she loves me after all, my child, go home earlier. Don’t be too tired. These words are often mentioned to me. In fact, I know everything. It’s just because my father is too irresponsible that she is so tired and painful that she can’t laugh. She has no reason to be happy, even a thoughtful word had never been received, as if she had stepped into the deep mire of sadness since her marriage. Now when we grow up and have our own home, we seldom stay with our mother, and we don’t know what she has now. Every time we go home, mom always cooks a table of dishes that our sisters like to eat. No matter how tired she is, she will be content to see us live well. She always has a bright smile on her face, which makes us unable to find the endless pain in your heart. She has been working selflessly for the family, for her husband and for the children for 30 years with her father. She always runs the family without saying a word, for the father she loved, she gave all she had. She was 6 years younger than her father, but the trace on her face was obviously more than that of her father. My mother was perfect, so perfect that even when my father came back and wanted to abandon her, he could not find any excuse and reason for her bad in any aspect. I was already sobbing when writing here. My mother was always painful in my heart, but I had no other way to make her happy and comfortable except to guide her with all my heart. Dad, Where is your conscience? Thirty years have passed, when did you let mom worry? When will she be happy? When will she feel comfortable? You always make her sad, worry, grieve and worry about everything. We, as children, see it in our eyes and feel painful in our hearts. We always think that you will have a day to turn back, mom always forbids us to expose your true face, fearing that you will have opinions on us and that we will be hurt by you. She has been thinking for everyone around her, but you, where is your heart, have you washed clothes for her even once? Did you wipe her body once during the more than ten days she lay on the bed after her serious illness operation? Did you wash her head once? Have you washed her face once? Have you ever comforted her? Have you ever loved her 6 years younger than you? You didn’t, you didn’t, you didn’t do anything. I didn’t go to investigate for the time being. Now, you are 56 years old, and you still have to mess around outside. The facts and evidences are all there, but you still have to swear that if I am good with that woman, I will not die. Do you think who will believe your nonsense? You swear too much. Do you think a lie can really come true once a thousand times? You said you were sorry for mom, so you turned around and went out to fool around with other women. You didn’t go home all night, which made mom cry for you all night till dawn. On your birthday, you brought your lover to your home to eat a table of food that mom had worked hard for you. Don’t you think your conscience was eaten by a dog? You gave the fresh dishes that mom planted early in the dark to that bitch at your fingertips, in the name of giving them to business partners. You didn’t do any housework at home, but went to help that woman farm and fertilize. If you have something fresh and delicious, you will be the first one to want to buy more for that woman. For half a year, my mother paid all the living expenses of the family with the salary she earned in the factory. Have you ever thought how tired and painful your wife is? What about you, where are you, where are the money you earned? We know the liver clearly. You are afraid that your lover will suffer. Where is your wife? Should she be your nanny, your servant and your servant? Who will bear what he has done for you? For thirty years, she has been working for this family for three decades. No matter how disorderly you are outside, she has endured it silently, taking all the burdens of this family alone and never quarreling with you, in order to hope that you can come back to her one day. It’s good that you can go home once a week, but you go home and make dozens of phone calls with your lover in front of your mother. How can your wife feel embarrassed? Where are your children’s faces? Dad, Where is your conscience? Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) 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…

If Acacia

I think I will spend my whole life to miss this beautiful encounter. A casual time, a casual glance, but encounter, is a lifetime of attachment. That clear smile, for a moment, stopped, blew away the lonely fleeting time, wobbling, became the most beautiful ornament in my life, and became the final song of lovesickness deeply buried in my heart. I didn’t know what it was, and went deep. In this familiar and unfamiliar city, looking for another familiar and unfamiliar figure is neither earlier nor later among thousands of people. Meeting you is the most beautiful accident. I often wonder if the fate of my previous life was too heavy, how many nights with flowers and full moon, how many late autumn with residual Lotus listening to the rain, and how many festivals with fireworks blooming were all my own. The bright moon is like a lamp, the stars are shining, the moonlight outside the window is bright, the moonlight falls down through the cracks of the plane leaves, the tree shadows on the wall are mottled, and the wind moves and shadows. Inside the room, a beam of Moonlight splashed on the floor, just like a small orange lamp, which was dim but bright enough to shine through the heart. I will always think of you casually at such a night. If I hadn’t met each other, I wouldn’t know that there was such a person who would make you feel so warm and have such a smile. Through the time, it would still make you smile at the corner of your mouth. When I met you, I realized that verses, such as how to say what to die, were only realistic about your thoughtfulness. Your smile and warmth always flow inadvertently, and a slight sigh from you will also make me feel sad. In this way, it touches my heart all the time and determines all my joys, sorrows and sorrows. Who is the passer-by of life, who is the wheel of fate, the endless sorrow of past and present. One day, I carved a face on the wall, like peach blossom, but sad, staring at my face. Will the love carved on the back of the chair be like the flowers on the cement floor, which bloom in the forest without wind. The noise and brightness of the world, the happiness and happiness of the world are like clear streams. In the wind, in front of my eyes, the warmth is like spring water. I have no extravagant hope, I just want to be by your side and never give up. As long as you are happy, don’t be sad, you know, I am really getting better. I hope you are the happiest person in the world, because from the moment I met you, I am also the happiest person in the world. My Poems and songs, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, I am only willing to do for you from now on. Let’s go to my favorite Jiangnan ancient town together, watch flowing water families, listen to fishing boats singing late, watch the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and relive the old dream of Jinling. I will take your hand and tell everyone that you are my greatest happiness. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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…