20, the years that have slipped through your fingertips

20, the years that have slipped through your fingertips

With the coming of the new year, I grew up one year younger, and it turned 20 in a flash. When I was young, I always wanted to grow up quickly. I could be like my father, without going to school every day or being restrained by my parents. But when I really grew up, I found how naive my childhood thoughts were. Time flies like a shuttle, as if it was just a blink of an eye, 20 years passed away in a hurry, even though I hadn’t had time to taste its sweetness. Time opened the warm bed of childhood and pushed me ruthlessly to the cold flood. 20 not too big, but have to learn to bear, 20 not too big, but have to consider the future. 20 is like a starting line. Everyone is ready to wait for the referee’s shot. But God played a joke on me. Tuberculosis was just like my 20 years, but I had to stop for a year with all my strength.? I have been at home for more than 2 months. This disease comes without warning. There are always many unexpected things in life, and I will accept them unconditionally. However, every time I think of the idle youth, there will always be a little panic. At the age of 20, I can remember clearly for only a few years. Maybe for some people, 1 years is the twinkling of an eye things. But, for young for me, 1 years it equivalent to my memory of a fraction of a, it in my eyes is so long, however this disease but so I do not not standing still Year. At the age of 20, I should have talked with my classmate Gao on campus. However, I, who left the campus in advance, did have been in the Society for 3 or 4 years. Once upon a time, when I left the book, I dreamed of countless possibilities. At that time, the heroic spirit was dry. Walking on the Broad Street, I felt that my eyes were wide, as if I had put down a stone pressing on my body. But at that time, I was ignorant and didn’t know what I would face when I entered the Society in advance. With full of enthusiasm, I gave this big family a deep hug. However, when I really embraced the society, I found that I was too immature to stand the strong arms of the society. He responded to my embrace with enthusiasm and full of strength, and couldn’t kick me down, it seemed that a person who could not know water was suddenly pushed to the bottom of the lake. At that moment, I struggled desperately, hesitating and helpless harassing me, and there was darkness in front of me. I tried my best to tear off the gauze in front of my eyes so that I could see the road in front of me clearly. However, everything seemed to be in vain. So I began to recall the beauty of the past and indulged in it. People are like this. They don’t know how to be blessed when they are in Blessings. What they have is never what they want. Next year 21, and so far nothing done, really don’t know what should I do with future. Maybe I will be another mediocre person, or maybe the future I expect is just a beautiful fantasy. I always think how extraordinary I am, but in fact it is so ordinary. I always feel that I am different from others. In fact, we are all the same. I always look at others from a superior perspective. In fact, I think carefully that I am even inferior to others. When I was young, I would always be self-righteous, and there would always be no one in my eyes. I would always shut out all the persuasion and teaching. It is because of this kind that makes me useless, but I can’t change it. I tried to change it, but it always ended hastily. Gradually began to become numb, and began to let it develop. Walking Dead, a vicious word, is so appropriate on me. 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…

Step middle-aged

Looking back, the Green years seem to be the scene of yesterday; Looking up, it is already an immediate thing for people to reach middle age. Inscription the day before yesterday, my daughter found out my photo when I was 18 years old, and she was surprised unconsciously. In the photo, my head was like silk and black hair scattered on my shoulders, and a white coat made my skin look white as snow. The delicate face was cut with autumn water reflecting the moon, and the gurgling eyes were flowing. Although it was not a country, it was also a small family Jade. Now I can’t find any shadow of the past, even my daughter laments the ruthlessness of the years. Years are ruthless. A simple word may not only refer to the appearance of getting old, but also the appearance of youth has passed away! My slightly cool fingers touched my dry cheek, and my heart suddenly felt a little sad. From youth to middle age, it seems that there is only one step away. It is so close that people have no time to recall and think. However, the eyes are charming, and there is only vicissitudes in the eyebrows. How sad! qi yue flow fire. The hot sunshine was burnt ruthlessly, and even the leaves were curled up, with less anger and hope, reflecting the bright light burning people’s eyes. Tonight, the sound of insects outside the window chirps. The tireless summer cicada was making noise on the plane tree, and several dogs barked and echoed in the distance. The small town was brightly lit, and The Mountain Shadow was blurred in the distance. There is no trace of wind in the hot and dry air. Open the window and welcome some moths to accompany me. Watch them rise and fall around the light, flapping the light with a pair of thin wings, the lamp was banging. That was a brave worm. Unexpectedly, the fervent high temperature didn’t avoid it deliberately, but rushed forward. This kind of behavior naturally falls into people’s eyes and is ignorant of the current situation. Sitting in the room, the hot air encircled and suppressed, sweating like rain. The thin shirt sticks to the back wet, and a little coolness invades the skin, but it doesn’t feel comfortable, and it gives birth to infinite irritation. This feeling is like a traveller walking in the desert. The sun is scorching his body, the sand is burning on the soles of his feet, the water inside is all evaporated, he opens his weak eyes and drags his floating steps, struggling to use all the strength, stumbling to find the oasis. If there happened to be a hint of wind blowing, it must be like seeing green in the desert, with green light shining in eyes, open mouth, sucking greedily and swallowing. When I was alone, the music was sad, the air was lonely, and even the books at hand were covered with a thick layer of loneliness. There is more rain this year than in previous years. In the daytime, I like holding an umbrella, melting into the rain and fog, watching the water vapor rising in front of me and the pedestrians around me in a hurry. Take a little raindrop in hand, just like holding a crystal clear tear, watching it rolling in the palm, broken, with the fingers flowing, the prosperity of the whole body dispersed. From time to time, there is always a rainstorm pouring down. However, the process of brewing rainwater is long and tangled. Let alone external incentives, internal conditions are also indispensable. Only when appropriate opportunities are brewed, the Thunder will stir the ground fire, dropping thousands of miles. It was like every quarrel between husband and wife, which was always caused by the indefensible and irreconcilable contradictions accumulated for a long time, and caused by external factors, it was vented like a storm. After this vent, it actually enhanced the understanding and understanding between each other. Quarrel has become an indispensable blend in the relationship between husband and wife. It seems that there is such a phenomenon: the couple who seem to quarrel to death but love each other deeply. The couple who seemed to love each other, but they were all in harmony. However, things always have two sides. The fight with my husband a few days ago was like a thorn in my heart, which was hard to get rid. Therefore, my friend said that the drizzle made me worry, and the rainstorm irritated me. A rain unexpectedly made me worry, and I felt so funny. The long road of life, the strange two people from the initial acquaintance, run-in, tacit understanding, to the last interdependent, never leave, bitter and sweet self-knowledge, fortunately and unfortunate only in the heart, it is unknown to outsiders. Raindrops beat the canopy, splashing water drops on the windowsill, just like crystal flowers, exquisitely carved. The green curtain at hand is bright and clear in the rain and fog, like a flourishing tree, which is swaying. When a Rain Flower was blooming in my eyes, I suddenly felt a breeze blowing through my heart, which was infinitely appropriate and cozy. The soft voice of my daughter came from behind me, which was as clear and sweet as the wind under the eaves passing the bell, and the sweetness reached the softest place in my heart. Looking at my daughter’s flowery face, I felt a little trance. It turned out that my daughter was so big. It turned out that the years went so hastily that I was really middle-aged, it turns out that all of these do not need to feel sad. I couldn’t help thinking of: when I was a child, I was a silly person; When I was a teenager, I was innocent and fearless; When I was young, I was a lofty and conceited person, but when I was a middle-aged person, why not? Looking back, the Green years seem to be the scene of yesterday; Looking up, it is already an immediate thing for people to reach middle age. Blink. I can’t keep my youthful appearance, and the temples in the mirror are already dusty. The smile on the lips is no longer pure and fearless. The eyes that used to be like water are all delivered to the world of mortals, and there are no longer blue flowers and shadows. Looking back, in middle age, there is only a soft wave in my eyes. A heart is only given to Su Nian, and only given to streamer. 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…

The distance between me and my hometown

Hometown is the birthmark of a person; Hometown is the place where relatives are buried; Hometown is the thought of travellers in their hearts. The writer Wang Xiao wrote like this. Then, where is my hometown? In fact, my hometown is very close to me; My hometown is also very far away from me. My hometown is very close, almost one step away, and it takes more than ten minutes to ride a motorcycle. One day more than 40 years ago, I was lucky to be born from my mother to the world and came to my first hometown, a village in Yangzhou. From then on, I studied and grew up in my hometown. My hometown is very poor, but I don’t think it’s young. I still remember my hometown! The house in my hometown is like the quadrangle in Beijing. My parents led us to live in the East compartment, while my second uncle and his family lived in the West compartment. My grandparents were separated by a straw curtain in the middle compartment, leaving a small door in the East with a bed inside, in this simple way, it was their bedroom. In the daytime, swallows placed their nests on their middle beams, which seemed to integrate into our big family. When I got up in the morning, the kitchen on both sides of the big yard became lively, and wisps of smoke flew over the village. As the captain made a trumpet with a tin nest, he shouted hard ——- work started. Therefore, the adults of the whole village began to work in the fields. At this time, the older children always walked into the school with the small ones carrying the patch schoolbag. Lang Lang’s reading, the sound knocked on the parents’ hearts, warm and sweet! In my hometown, everything for naive me, It is a kind of temptation and mystery. The old scalper can be regarded as the most loyal friend in my hometown. My hometown cannot live without it, and it loves my hometown. Never leave, do whatever you want! The field of farming is always inseparable from its great figure. Ploughs everywhere are cultivated by it; Waves in paddy fields are sketched by it. After a rest, the scalpers tied in the shade of several large willows to enjoy the cool. While shaking the tail to drive away the mosquitoes on his body, he chewed the grass leaves and slobbed like white foam. Happy, so I climbed down the river and rolled two. The sound of water was so loud that it spread all the way to the end of the village. The ground of the village is not far away from the old cattle, which is called the park in the countryside. The park is not quiet because of busy planting in summer. At the beginning of the scene, the fields are all busy figures of adults. Within a few days, there were more than a dozen rockery-like wheat stacks in the park; There were also several rice warehouses like large yurt in the center of the park. Late at night, our little brothers couldn’t fall asleep. Writing here, maybe you will ask, mother came back late after hard work, why do you have such insomnia? I said, I was looking forward to the occasional goose meat or beef night meal brought back by my mother. The little brothers competed to share the delicious food! Share maternal love! I feel really happy! wu yue, When the young seedlings grew up, they left their hometowns and went to the vast fields to develop. The patches of green were dyed by them. When it comes to drought, the waterwheel will come in handy. Sometimes I also go up and step on the waterwheel with adults. If there is a creaking sound, I will learn from adults to drop a few drops of sesame oil on the rotating shaft. The sound of the waterwheel has always been like wonderful music playing in my heart. Ah! Home! My hometown is really close to me! Near, the distance from the bottom of the heart to the mouth; Near, the distance from the bottom of the heart to the tip of the pen! Close, the distance between heart and palm! In fact, my hometown is far away from me, and I am in a panic like a lifetime. The village is gone, the relatives of the village are gone, and even the graves of ancestors are gone. What I saw were only pieces of white Wangwang aquaculture farms. Where are the hard-working bees? Where are you, the old scalper? The days gone like flying will not come. Nowadays, electric fishing people swim faster than fish; Birds shoot faster than birds; Unpleasant chemical smell comes faster than wind and rain. I can’t hear any more about the anti-Japanese War from my ancestors. In the night, I raised my head and looked up at the starry sky. My hometown seemed to be in the distant sky, which pinned my yearning for my hometown. The spring of my hometown is gradually leaving me. Is it because my hometown has grown up? Still Old? Maybe my mind is getting old. Ah! My hometown! My poor hometown! You are really far away from me! Far! Time is a river that cannot be crossed, while hometown is a ferry that goes back and forth, carrying my mind. From tangible to intangible, and from intangible to tangible, engraved in my heart repeatedly, lingering! 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…

I and time

Time has nothing to do with me, morning, sunset, you, me… I think we have nothing to do with each other. Looking at the old sun and moonlight, let some people do things, and also make some people frown… some people live great, some people live small, are not all life? We don’t have to care so much. You or you. Nothing will change in a dream… maybe the only thing left is the inexplicable loss and cry after waking up, and finally understand what the lights are dim. The rainstorm came fast, and the journey was also urgent without hesitation. It was determined and determined like time. So as if kamma). Those sorrows and sorrows in youth were not washed away by rain. Calm two don’t involve each other. Those years, those people. The vicissitudes of the sea, the dawn and dusk, see the flower of people’s face, see the pain of people’s heart. The rain inside the window wetted my yellowed letter paper. My memory was connected to the end of the pen, and I couldn’t draw black and white again. Prosperity is still attractive, the world of mortals is ten Zhang, the vast world… it is also my own place. The sunlight is still breathtaking, and the summer cicada screams… the occasional wind is also warm. Looking back all the way, looking around, your backlights, the butterflies scattered in the wind finally broke at the end of summer. The breeze and the moon should be one’s business… but why are people worried about some unimportant things… the stars and the sea are bright, alone, accompanied by the moonlight, and my white hair, Lonely Together, disappeared together. I have been in my youth, is it gratitude… satisfaction… or regret? I suddenly remembered a poem written by Gu Cheng… the time of life is over and the world is very long. I should have a rest in the middle. The one who passed by said: The branch is lower. The one who passed by said: The branch is growing! 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…

Put You in My Heart

Walking on the pavement, pedestrians and vehicles gradually increased. The coolness in the air drove away the heat of yesterday, and everything became bright and clear. Therefore, a thought fell into my arms and I must dream tonight, such a time, in the green shade and fruitful field, is pure and boundless, and full of joy. Just last night, a sparse raindrop fell down, but still wet the thin dream in my sleep, like the coolness of autumn, embellishing all the dreams, A full and long scroll of painting was spreading in front of us; The old past faded away with the fresh coolness, leaving new lines and scenery. Isn’t this season containing the joy of harvest? At this moment, a hint of coolness came across my face. It was the sprinklers walking along the road with songs, which made passers-by run away in a hurry. I stepped forward as if I was awakened. I just wanted to let my heart and refreshing coolness clean up in this not empty world. We live in such a piece of heaven and earth, and there is always such a pleasant company, which makes people feel at ease, just like a dream. Heaven and earth bestow my heart and make this filled world, I am willing to be so quiet and kind to my every day, even if it is as low as dust and intimate with the nature. I once longed to put myself devoutly in a heaven like ceiling, and let awe, holiness and eternity run through the whole journey of life, but the beauty of fleeting time may not be the fleeting time, but because of the change of the color of the season, from the initial cyan to the final pale yellow and reddish brown, it is neither any hand pen can be painted nor any pigment can be smudged. Its fierce strength is deep in the deep veins of life, between bones, inadvertently, I heard the sound of crack at first. Harsh and silent, long stagnation and long quiet curling are like waiting for a season to hear the sound of seasonal blood flowing in the pulse. When falling into the world of mortals, I saw the body wearing a mask, congested in the lane of interests, muddy. Thanks for the gift of nature, let me bathe, let the wriggling soul hear the call of the sounds of nature in an instant of awakening, not the ethereal nothingness, but a kind of boundless wisdom, A thick praise of life. In such a day, in the heart of ink painting after the rain, it seems that I have drawn my desire and traveled in the fields painted by time, I feel the warm eyes in my life, Stay in My harbor. The tender eyes deeply touched my soul, and suddenly I realized clearly; In the numerous colorful colors, I faded my own colors and leaned quietly in a horn, look at the dancing and falling of life, the change and galloping of seasons and fleeting years. However, I was still so pure-hearted and plain, standing alone in the dense mist, only looking forward to the faint glow of that night shining on my light and shadow, taking off the faint color in my life. A gust of cool breeze blows down the breath of season. This breath is the miracle of harvest and the memory of a season. Maybe I read too many words describing the season, with more feelings like this, it is really not supposed to drop light and thin words casually in the fruitful atmosphere. However, this is not a feeling that I use words to describe. It is indeed the sound that I melt into the depth of the season and bloom. Leave the whole life’s prayer and the hope of a day in such a day of different seasons, and let the heart and joy grow up with the world. This is silent and presumptuous poetry. Walking on the song and leaving without fear of wind and rain all the way in such a time, I stopped all my pale thoughts, and how beautiful and happy life and I will be! 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…