Cantonese

Cantonese

The first time I heard Cantonese songs was when I was in primary school. At that time, I couldn’t understand what was sung in the song and why I said it. But I felt that the tune of that song was nice and pleasant, and I liked to listen to it. Listening to the slowly flowing music in the radio, I felt comfortable, relieved and relaxed. Unfortunately, I won’t. When coming to middle school, Cantonese songs and lyrics began to be popular in the class, there were more students who imitated and learned to listen artificially, there are even some students who have ingenious choreography and composition. At any time, I am dancing and singing for the hum. It drew attention and began to gather some homophonic tones about Cantonese songs, words, songs and tones. Why were they so tactful and easy to remember, which made people recall the delightful and delightful aftertaste. You can’t help following the role, but be dedicated, dedicated, and listening carefully for a long time. It is also because of that time, that time, to give their childhood, by adding infinite color, but also for the beautiful memory, inject new vitality, moreover, it plays a radical driving force for the desired future. However, with the growth of age, the update of resume, the passing of time, the constant rush and constant chase, I feel deeply that I am marching on the journey of life, it is just like a endless marathon race, with endless green and endless Lonely life at the end of the road. Strolling in the vast wilderness, marching in unknown areas, facing different situations and opportunities. It is just like giving to others, proposing that there are different challenges and radical opportunities and time schedules to connect with each other, so as to temper radicalness with someone as the transition. Perhaps, this laid a solid foundation for the personal experience of those who directly and indirectly contact Cantonese. I can’t speak Cantonese, and I know very little about it. However, just because of her flowing rhythm and melodious bowl, such as the Nightingale chirping, it deeply attracts people and has the melody that wants to explore for it intentionally or enter it, to express her charm and mystery. I remember that when I really stepped into the society, I was still in the Entertainment Hall of the company when I got in touch with Cantonese. I heard that my colleagues were performing their unique skills with great taste and enjoyment in Cantonese, both men and women are singing together. What just likes you, what do you want in your life, thousands of songs, snow and so on are sung by everyone. Occasionally, if you don’t know, you have to sing a sentence casually to show fun. If you don’t know a singer, you just clap your hands, it’s OK to shout a good word. When the company doesn’t organize activities, it has to offer three to five groups, four to six groups, and then go to the dance hall in the street. Then, he picked up the microphone and began to shout, sing, start and dance. Once the interest came, he was just like a crazy person with dishevelled hair. I didn’t know if that was the East, or west and south, or even North. As long as it is, if you can sigh with emotion and vent your anger from the bottom of your heart, you can just enjoy the song crazily, howling and shaking, just like a drunken fairy, it was already so drunk that people looked up and down, and they said that they were not drunk, I was not drunk, come, drink, drink. Because of this, I have recruited other people. I am happy but don’t know. Only when people at this time can they have a deeper understanding of why some so-called artists have different characteristics from ordinary people, such as leaving long hair like a waterfall, let it fly in the melodious wind. Sometimes, it is not difficult to understand that you don’t forget to tie a braid. Perhaps, this is a kind of individual characteristic. In fact, most people also know that Cantonese is good, and the songs sung in Cantonese are even better. However, few people are willing to have discussions in professional fields or even more in-depth and detailed exploration of Cantonese. Cantonese is commonly known as Cantonese, provincial capital dialect (the former provincial capital of Guangfu is now in Nanshun area of Guangzhou), Cantonese dialect, which is called vernacular by locals, and Cantonese is called Cantonese by Hong Kong people, which is the dialect of Guangfu area, the pronunciation is based on Cantonese, and the English name is Cantonese (in ancient times, foreigners were not allowed to go inland without permission, so they could only stay in Guangzhou to do business, because they did business in Guangzhou for a long time, therefore, according to the cantonese-style vantoma spelling, the provincial capital of Guangfu (Guangzhou) is called canton, and the local dialect cantonese is called cantonese. From then on, cantonese has been famous all over the world), and it should be called [cantonese dialect], it is one of the seven dialects in Chinese that have relatively complex linguistic phenomena, retaining the characteristics of ancient sounds, more ancient words and less internal divergence. Cantonese is also a tone language belonging to the Sino-Tibetan Chinese family. It is widely used in Guangdong, Guangxi, Hong Kong, Macao and Southeast Asia in China, as well as Chinese communities in North America, Britain and Australia. Its name comes from the ancient Chinese appellation of Lingnan Yue (Tongyue). One way of saying is that Cantonese is Chinese that combines the ancient Vietnamese language; The other is that the ancient Vietnamese language integrates the Chinese elements and becomes a brand new language. In terms of linguistic classification, there are differences between northern Chinese scholars and some scholars from Guangdong, Guangxi and Western countries. The former regards Cantonese as a dialect of single language Chinese for cultural and political considerations; While opposing their opinion is to abandon political interference, from the perspective of linguistics, Cantonese is one of the Chinese languages and an independent language. Due to the rapid development of Hong Kong, many people in Guangfu district come to live in Hong Kong (now 80% of Hong Kong residents are born in Guangdong), which leads Guangfu dialect to become the official language of Hong Kong instead of Hong Kong local dialect Weitou dialect. This dialect is distributed in most areas of Guangdong and southeast Guangxi, Hong Kong and Macao, represented by Cantonese. Now Hong Kong Special Administrative Region and Macao special administrative region are used as official languages. 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. 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Whisper

The waiting moon hangs, who cares about; The vast sea of people, the world of mortals. A hurried journey along the way. Although there are no scars all over the body, it is also full of vicissitudes and tired wind and dust. What is my persistent heart looking for now? In this quiet night, the soft light becomes sometimes transparent and sometimes blurred. She needs a piece of pure land, far away from utilitarian innocence. With a fine pen and a few pages of plain paper, the soul stumbles between the words. Quiet as poetry, melodious as rhyme; Sun, moon and stars, wind, frost, snow and rain. To compose another movement of life, the past changes. I just come gently and leave gently, away from harsh and vulgar, and cherish the eternity of life in my heart forever. The Moonlight moves through the curtain, the wind touches the Blue Wind Bell, Ding Dong Ding Dong let this young and vigorous heart gallop in the wind; Let the hazy fog soak the long miss, the mottled fragments fade away the footprints of clear autumn. There was a kind of missing that quietly broke into my heart and mischievously stirred up the ripples in my heart. The persistent you in the distance and the successful you influence my life journey. If we had never had that hard time before, how could we achieve success and joy today. Maybe time has already left deep marks on your face, which certainly adds mature charm, but I will always keep the childishness in my heart. The little poem rang in my ear again, the promise I gave you for my dream: the gentle moonlight is like your appearance, which makes my missing gradually cool through the window the night has become long looking forward to your time your handsome face is only fragrant in my dream remember your happy appearance picking up hope I traveled and waited with you on the road of dreams. Listening to the familiar melody “the original scenery of hometown”, I had a new hope in this quiet night, this yearning is happy. Wake up in a dream, in this sunny morning Like (prose editor: prose online) 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 he is away

The sky is full of haze, who is sketching this extremely heavy picture. It’s you who have disappeared… Maybe youth has faded and faded, that Flower has already become lonely into the sea, and the endless stream is only my sorrow and yearning. Whether the drifting outline will make ripples in the heart and tear it up cruelly, which is like the wind of the past. If the memory cannot be reviewed, then I am willing to let it turn yellow in advance. When the years are wasted, the years are already as unbearable as a candle. Once the beauty is passed, who will miss you forever. Only when we like the coquettish of Mandala and the charming of blood can we understand the feeling of heartbreaking. One flower is defeated, and the eternal reincarnation. If you are not there, why should I look for the bitter thoughts by the Bank of Sansheng stone! If not, why should my gray hair become empty in a flash! If I am not there, why do I have to cry and sleep for a long night! Although I can’t keep the withering of my years, I am still willing to be with Jundu and accompany you to the white head… 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…

Autumn Rain fragment umbrella remember

Autumn Rain fragment umbrella remember

Wen/Yi people are holding a oiled paper umbrella there, wandering alone in the long, long and lonely rain Lane. I hope to meet a girl with sorrow like clove. Twenty years ago, when I first came into contact with modern Chinese poetry, I fell in love with Dai Wangshu’s poem Rain Lane. In “rain Lane”, the poet who walked alone with an oil paper umbrella, the long and lonely rain Lane, and a girl with melancholy like lilac, it was fixed in my mind like a thick and light ink painting. Until today, when I see the colorful umbrellas held by people, I will think of the poet holding the oiled paper umbrella and the lilac girl with sorrow in the rain Lane. Now there is no one who can hesitate alone with an oil paper umbrella. It is not only in the late autumn when the autumn rain is lingering, but also hard to see. The word “hesitation” has been gradually deleted from the rain Lane with the elimination of oil-paper umbrellas as the era of poets went away. However, I can’t remove the hesitation brought by the oiled paper umbrella from the world of the umbrella. I always think that the oil paper umbrella can be copied, but the loneliness and confusion of wandering alone cannot be copied. Therefore, every rainy day comes, I always look for that hesitation among numerous umbrellas, but I can’t find it. Modern people are in a hurry, walking through the rain. They have hope, destination and berthed ships. Therefore, umbrellas are just their tools to cover the rain, and there is no other meaning at all. The poet ended an era with the hesitation of oil paper umbrella, leaving us only the loneliness and sorrow in the rain Lane. After thinking carefully, why should I look for the hesitation under that umbrella? There are too many flower umbrellas to carry the loneliness of the rain Lane; The flower umbrellas are too miscellaneous to calm the noise of the rain. Standing in front of the window, holding a cup of strong coffee just cooked, stirring while listening to the monotonous ticking sound of rain on the window glass in the House, the loneliness in the bottom of my heart came into being. Look at the umbrella flowers blooming before the rain. One umbrella, or two umbrellas, walk leisurely in the trickle rain to do what they should do. I knew that loneliness and loneliness were locked in the room by me, and the Glass blocked the world of rain. Although there were rainy scenery and umbrella interests in my eyes, but it was just like TV commercials, passing by hurriedly, which could not leave any impression. Today, the unexpected autumn day, the rain is still playing its own monologue unhurriedly. Day and night, I don’t know what it is telling? Is it sadness or joy? I am can’t guess. The flower umbrella walks in the rain, separating the world outside the umbrella. The world in the umbrella is dry and clean, which only belongs to the calm nature of one person and the romantic warmth of two people. And the world outside the umbrella is empty and silent. Except for the sound of rain echoing in the air, there is no need to find anything worth recalling. Xiao Jie, a college classmate, called from Beijing and complained that I didn’t contact her. I eliminated her misunderstanding with the word “busy”, but being busy was just an excuse, but the real thing was that I had no superficial mood to maintain friendship. I can make a phone call or send it to sister Yi, but what am I going to say? Said I’m fine? That’s lies. Say I’m not good? The words are very long, not a few words can be said clearly, and how can others understand their own sufferings? For friendship, I can help my friends understand and sympathize with me. In order to write, I can do something to make myself quit writing. But how can the unforgettable friendship and the persistence of looking forward to the end of the world cover the past with a busy word? Busy is a lazy umbrella, which covers my yearning for friends and my pursuit of ideals. The rain always stops to rest, and the flower umbrella will eventually be placed in the pavilion. Only a heart that doesn’t want to grow old always skips monotonously with the ticking autumn rain. In the dead of night, let the wet lingering lovesickness that is hard to withstand freeze. Dai Wangshu, a poet, could throw loneliness into the rain lane with an oilpaper umbrella. Ma Zhiyuan could send nostalgia to the alley with a broken heart in the end of the world. Moreover, Yi An, a layman, could paint the miserable tragedy darker than the night by guarding the window. People’s emotions are extravagant for the most difficult autumn. In the slight expression of sorrow, let your sentimental heart stop in the cold autumn. When the rain falls, it is sudden, and when you rest, it is instant. People are old and depressed in the helpless accumulation of yellow flowers and the teasing of autumn rain. Suddenly Looking back, youth and dreams have gone quietly with the oiled paper umbrella in the rain Lane. Therefore, what hesitates alone is only the loss of time passing away, and what is lonely and lonely is only the confusion of where to wake up from the wine tonight. Swallow a bitter coffee, and have to sigh that life is just like bitter coffee, which needs to be ground slowly and tasted slowly. Through the window glass, I saw the oiled paper umbrella in a trance and moved forward slowly. But under that umbrella, it was no longer a single hesitation, but two people who were close to each other. They weaved a wisp of fervent feelings in the rain. In the small world, tenderness may not have to wait until tomorrow, the rain will naturally stop. The wandering oil-paper umbrella will eventually be stored in a corner of the heart and will not let it bloom quietly. 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…

Over the years, he has gone through a winding road.

He was late every day, and then hid behind the door with a hole, watching them finish the first class, next to his elder brother who was nine days older than him. Behind another door, they stuck behind the door, a little bit crickets. The headmaster found that they were mentioned to the teacher, and the whole class smiled. It seems that I was fined several hundred times for small words, but I can’t remember clearly. Later, I continued to be late. It’s not that the road is too far, nor that I get up late. I just get used to the feeling of hiding behind the door. There was a different wind behind the door. It would blow through the seam and hit the face unsophisticated and thick. In 1998, he graduated from preschool and learned nothing. He built a new campus on the opposite side, which was his best aspiration. There was one or two grades, and there were three or four and five or six. In the first grade, he knew nothing but some words. There should be another song, or two songs, “only mother is good”, there is also the one who learns initials and vowels. In 2000, he graduated from the second primary school, and there were still eight days before the third primary school started. On his birthday, on lunar January 6, he left Daijing primary school, or Daijing hope primary school. In fact, they were all the same. They were still those people, it is also the principal who earns money from students. Just, he left, quietly. The sunshine in early spring is very warm. The heart leaning in the sunshine is not suitable, and the feeling of pain and biting is a little painful. With the roar of the car, looking at the increasingly distant love outside the window, who saw her tears again. Every time the person she loved most came and left, she smiled and said goodbye and went back crying. At the beginning of the year, he was young and had nothing to take away, only the best love of Grandma. Only later did he know that love was like despair, waiting for the next hope in despair. It took too long. When he gradually got used to the turbulence, he liked that feeling. In 24 hours, he walked thousands of kilometers, which was complicated, comforting, painful and sad, there is also a stomach that seems to die. Twenty or four hours later, he did not drop water. I only remember that it was the night when I took a boat for the first time. I got up excitedly and then leaned against the window to see the big boat carrying ten Super buses. The water was black and their car was at the stern of the boat. At that moment, was he afraid that he would go like this? The instant fear that had never existed occupied the whole space, with smelly socks and damned cigarettes. Strangled. I never know why a young man who has only gone through nine hearts of Spring and Autumn period has to bear so much. For the dark world of his five-year-old and six-year-old, he has forgotten for three years, but till now, I can’t forget that whenever my grandfather told that story, it was always unforgettable. He gave him a handful of fruit candy and accidentally spilled it on the ground. He touched it with such a immature little hand, but never knew where it was. Grandpa turned around and burst into tears. Hearing this, he smiled for the doctor who gave him light and the most bitter father and mother. At that time, that month, that year, all the people related to him grew the fastest and the most were wrinkles and white hair. But now, he doesn’t want to hear it. Don’t want. 2000, the second half year of primary school, hometown; The other half year, mocheng. All of them were strangers, so strange that they were suffocating. Looking at those faces who spoke foreign language, they felt sick. He surrounded himself carefully with the best loneliness, I am afraid that the ugliness he hates will be damaged. He went to school, and his younger sister was also in the primary school called Shuanglong Primary School. She was seven years old and he was nine years old. She took him to play and wander around, as if he was crazy. He was received a lot of fresh air, smiling all the way, strange and familiar. At that moment, he wrapped all his heart, layer by layer. You were so airtight that you were going to rot. He missed his grandmother, and he and her grandfather. In this world, he felt that he was so small that he had no care or the warmest smile he loved most. He felt so lonely that he would bite his tongue fiercely and cry with pain. The school was so strange that my sister would bully him. When she went crazy for the first time, she tore his clothes and bought new clothes. He was beaten. She went home and complained that her brother made it herself. The instant tears blurred the little round face, and he didn’t breathe for a long time, which scared both his parents and neighbors. He thought it was like this, and it should be like this. Terrible fear. As if condensed in the wind, Like (prose editor: prose online) 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…

Edge of Life and Death redemption

Wandering on the edge of life and death of tangled sadness, pain and helplessness, those things wrapped around our hearts devoured us bit by bit. Seek the true meaning of love in life and the original meaning of life. Save the breath of the essence of heaven and earth, and redeem the soul and body that originally belonged to oneself. The low voice-over of Christianity holding the Bible in the distant place repeated tirelessly: everyone needs redemption. The characteristic of our nature is guilt: because all the people have committed crimes and lost the glory of God. The redemption of Christ frees us from sin and gains God’s grace. Because of the redemption of Christ Jesus, we are justified in vain. We admit that we are guilty, but it is not Christ who helps to redeem us; It is our thoughts that dominate our souls to redeem our hearts. Open your palm and hold your pen of thinking tightly, and knock your own words and the tenacious existence of the sun, moon and stars. You said that my language was like the rustling and wailing in the desolate wilderness, which was stubborn, cruel, ignorant and bloodthirsty and penetrated into people’s hearts. The gentleness in decadence fell into the cold despair in the Arctic, and my redemption was so superficial and naive; It was like the helpless crying of the baby waiting for feeding in the infant. The redemption implied in the weakness froze the thinking of wisdom, and the greed of nature attached to the body of soul. Fear of the world will not give up the desire and seize it for yourself, who will not withdraw from the silly smile idiot-like happy life? However, the sense of guilt which could not be released finally came up with low oppression like dark clouds, rubbing the heavy lightning and thunder. Wandering on the other side of the edge of life and death, tossing and turning, high and low ECG-like thinking; Review this bloody moisturizing. One foot suddenly stepped into the air and quickly touched the ink-colored water that provoked the Devil’s Sea. Who held my body with his hands and eyes? Suddenly, the internal force generated by burst out turned into cloud and mist, which spreaded in my mind. The inertia servant fell in his soft arms, and who spoiled his eyes when he touched the pain? One hand came back to my heart, which was persistent and quiet, and slowly smoothed the anxious gasp, with gentle notes of encouragement and praise flowing in my eyes. The ending sound touched a flash of thought and suddenly understood your redemption and gentleness. Mercy and true love coexist, as if the dazzling dawn led me out of the black desperate destruction; Wake up the helpless cold extreme. After a hundred years of sleeping and waking up, the fragments of those dreams still fly over the eyebrows from time to time; Scratch the soft thoughts intentionally or unintentionally. The wavering mood fell into the dark abyss and was forced to drink the sad liquid made of pain and suffering. The pale inspiration shot unspeakable bullets and drew a sad curve. The siege crisis waved a hammer and hit the dark door fiercely. The fates of the Floating World represent the vivid desire for the redemption of light, and love and pain are carried on the shoulders to balance the sight of weight. The emotional redemption intertwined in the deep heart broke a bright and fresh radiance. The last light of the doomsday pipe burned, hitting the purgatory-like battlefield; The veil of life covered the warm redemption and lost in the earnest hope. Cut off the crisscross pain on your body and learn to redeem yourself on the edge of life and death; Write an earth-shaking chapter of return. The redemption of the tangled road the redemption of the sad road lies on the irrevocable melancholy, and the graceful reversal is because your gentleness is the pushing hand. The charming band redeemed the sad notes, and your sounds of nature redeemed my soul on the edge of danger. I hope this raging redemption fire will burn my past, and I will get eternity in purgatory! 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…

On life thoughts

The Wenfeng Tower on the opposite mountain has lost its greatness and strength since the earthquake. Today, I finally see it standing on the top of the mountain again, stronger than before! It was in my sight, standing so peacefully and calmly, as if that disaster had never left any trace in its life. Gray buildings are also alive, so I couldn’t help feeling a lot in my heart. Winter is coming, zero temperature. As soon as winter came, my life seemed to lose its temperature. My hands and feet were cold, so I had to wrap myself in a thick down jacket, but I was still shivering with freezing, I really don’t know how to deal with this winter! Gray sky, gray buildings, surrounded by gray air, heavily suppress consciousness and fantasy, sometimes feel choked by people, suffocated to death. Cold temperature, Cold Mountain, cold water, cold people, cold heart. At this time, I always want to find a trace of Green of life and an excuse for myself to continue laughing. Because cold, once on vacation rarely go out, stay at home reading internet access. When I was bored, I suddenly felt that the world seemed to lack what I needed. Friendship and family affection were suddenly valued, cared and needed. In this way, perhaps the value of life can be reflected? I remembered chatting with a student that day. When talking about my bad mood in class, she said, “teacher, do you have anything to do? It depends on your bad mood. Everyone cares about you very much! The softest place in my heart was suddenly touched. It turned out that I would still be needed and remembered. That student told me a lot. We talked about the heavy topic of life, the meaning of life and the value of existence, her way of thinking makes it hard to imagine that she is a junior three student. Finally, she said, “teacher, I hope you are happy. Only when you are happy can we be happy. From her words, I can see my superficiality and stupidity. As a teacher, how can we bring the emotions in life to the class, but also affect the children? It is really an incurable dereliction of duty. Yes, our existence is not only based on the meaning of individual life, but also the social people, you have to be responsible for the society and the work you are engaged in. Understand, in fact, the existence of every life will be needed and cared! Every day, on the way to school, you can always see an old man dressed in rags, looking through the dustbin with a stick. His dark hands split one by one, telling us how many hardships he had experienced in life. His thin face has experienced many vicissitudes, but the rising corners of his mouth indicate that his love for life remains the same as before. This is a lonely old man, suffering from fate. Suffering makes him lose his home and warmth, but it teaches him how to live firmly and live with hope. I think, in a sense, he is actually happier than me. Moreover, his happiness came so simple, but I, with some kind of happiness, thought that I was less happy than anyone else! It turns out that the meaning of life is shining in every experience! I don’t study for a long time, and feel speechless when facing anything. I regret for my foolishness and cowardice, pay tribute to the lost beauty, be happy with my own or others’ happiness, be happy with myself and others, the meaning of life seems to be reflected in the simple coming and going. There is no need to act vigorously, no matter it is a grain of sand or tiny dust, the final destination can only rise and fall in the world of mortals, and what can be seen is only when the occasional sunshine shines, floating state. However, when dust comes to dust and soil comes to Earth, they will always take a place in the vast universe in the form of life and realize their commitment to life in their own way! Like (prose editor: prose online) 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…

No longer be a “fool” behind the scenes”

I will continue to stay with this city in another way 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 rendered by missing (selected by writers)

Thinking hard every night, sleepless every night. Noisy and impetuous mood always twine clouds. Inexplicable sadness and loneliness invade Yunxia’s thoughts at any time and pervade the living space of Yunxia. Loneliness is like a white note in October. With the melody of the hot sun, it slowly spreads on the bank of the heart of clouds, lingering and blowing. Sometimes, loneliness is also a kind of happiness, because of the cloud, because I think of the cloud in my heart. Does the white cloud that I want to hold tightly remove all the bitterness in the past? In the flame of the sun? We meet in the light, and the clouds don’t want to separate in the light. A fragrant grass, a burning bunch of green; Who gave you the tiny tears, making you sad relying on the wind? We met in the light, and the love we fell in love with had dimmed my missing soul; The steps of insomnia gently thinned my words; The verdant heart in the wind, terrified the Fox; loneliness is like canyang, intoxication is like a fool, and illusion is like blood; At the end of the world, when I wake up and get drunk, I am the only one holding the beauty and fragrance of clouds alone, watching the accumulation of loneliness, looking through the daily thoughts, A heart-to-heart encounter, tears of happiness flooded into lively missing, and complicated sadness twined into my tears. Tears, besides missing, are happiness. The journey of life is accompanied by clouds, warm, no longer lonely waiting for the return of missing. The imagination is infinite, and the clouds are intoxicated by the beautiful imagination. I miss you day by day, care about you day by day, wait for your information day by day, for everything that is far away but no longer far away, intoxicated, wonderful, and not lonely. Quiet night, deep missing. Yunxia is looking for his own meditation and touching emotion in the quiet night, which gives people a deep excitement. My heart is no longer a solo dance. I think of clouds in the deep night. My mood softened and my yearning was drunk. In the season of moving feeling in July, the music of missing became my warm comfort. Listening to different music and thinking about the clouds in the distance, my mind lingered silently on the edge of missing, gently and gently entangled all kinds of fantasies. Sleepless Tonight, my thoughts filled my heart like smoke. If you walk alone for too long, you will be tired; You need to be accompanied by a person to walk together in the future. One person’s Road, two people walk, long life Road will not feel lonely, lonely. With clouds, clouds have more concerns, fantasies and motivation; Because love is happiness. I know that yuner likes to see the magnificent sea, the surging sea and the sound of the sea breeze. Knowing that yuner likes listening to the sea, listening to the sound of the sea breeze passing over his cheek, feeling the comfort of the sea breeze, tasting the light salty taste of the sea breeze; Feeling a philosophical thinking, a poet’s inspiration, I feel that I belong to the nature, and I am a free spirit. My mind is blown away by the sea breeze, and my heart is purified by the sea breeze; Listen carefully to the surging waves, the splashing spray, and the sounds like the sounds of nature. Knowing that yuner likes to miss the picture of strolling on the beach, stepping barefoot on the beach and feeling the coolness touched by the sea water, The coolness is as soft as a lover’s fingers, delicate and useful. The waves of seawater give you selfless care and comfort; Walking barefoot on the beach, when the waves come, hide in the arms of clouds; suddenly Looking back, I found that the footprints on the beach were still left after being washed by seawater, feeling a kind of contentment, wisdom and life. Take the wings of the rays of sunlight to soar and miss, and shed thoughts in the heat of the sun. Clouds, clouds far away, can you sense the deep yearning and Lovesickness of this time? Flourishing complex, sleepless heart, lovesickness is the most bitter, no good time to find, two lines of heart into tears. Thinking quietly, the light figure of the clouds fluttered among the thoughts of the clouds; The thoughts suddenly flew to the sky, breaking through the sky which should have been quiet, adding a beautiful arc, and lovesickness was like a rainbow. At this time, Xia forgot the hustle and bustle of the city, forgot all the sadness, and quietly enjoyed the unique tranquility. Colorful Clouds, Hearts, have been rendered by missing, love, flying. 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…

Write for yourself

Seeing a paragraph of Han Han’s words, I felt very touched. After reading it, I always wanted to say those two sentences. There was no fixed pattern and thought, but just the rambling words where I thought of them. Indeed, people’s character and life attitude are not invariable, unless we don’t grow up any more. In the past, there seemed to be nothing except distant, while in the future, there was no determinable definite number except predicting. At the beginning of learning philosophy, the teacher said that everyone should set up correct values and outlook on life. At that time, his mind was totally between patriotism and love of life, and how to distinguish good people from bad ones naively. I always feel that life is white except black, and those bright colors just render the colorful life. Today, it seems to be such a stupid point of view that there are too many gray colors between black and white everywhere, the noisy and confusing environment always challenges our eyeballs unscrupulously. Black and White are just the most primitive keynote. Looking at all this, are we ready? People who know me will say that I am a nostalgic person. People who know me mostly say that I am unpredictable. And I prefer to describe myself in a simple way. When I am indifferent to the secular world, enthusiastic about human feelings, indifferent to the years, loyal to faith, and in a cold and hot mood, thoughts will also do some big or small struggles. To me, it is just a trace of growth. If I give my best love to words, then I will give more disgust to strangers. I am afraid of strangers. The environment is the same as that of people. Not only will I be more shy and more resistant, therefore, I will be shy and say nothing, forming opposition with myself who is lively and cheerful. More often, I gave this kind of myself to the words, making them no longer naked and feeble when I tap the keyboard. I don’t understand those people who express the feeling of life just like the first time, and I really can’t figure out what kind of situation it is. Most of the first impressions were mixed with artificial imagination, so that they were far from the later ones. The root of them might be those subjective things that they wanted to add when they first met. In philosophy, there will be Halo effect similar academic opinions to describe the influence of the first sight. Now, we will say whether there is eye contact or not. Facing the fast-paced life, it is always inevitable to be impetuous. However, calm down and think carefully. Is it really as busy and busy as it appears? Suddenly I felt that being quiet was a very happy thing. Looking back on the beauty over the past twenty years, I made many mistakes, said a lot of evil words, did a lot of ridiculous things and lost a lot of precious things. Today, those are absurd and unruly past, but what can I do? I can be very sincere and honest about all of these, although I will be shy and melodramatic, it will become a wake-up record, there was a heavy smell at first, which was not the effect I wanted, so I stopped, to be continued. 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…