On the way (selected writers)

A vast world is arrogant. The steep rocks are reserved. When I stood at the foot of the mountain and raised my head, I suddenly felt a tragic shock. The barren mountains are solemn and bleak. The ingenious workmanship of nature made the mountain and the water into a royal house across the river, and it was lonely all the way. It is the scenery that I am longing for to share green mountains and green waters. Living in the city, everything is blocked by the cement wall coldly, and there is little natural feeling. A tree, a grass and a piece of green are all poured with wisps of natural love. The mountain is still that mountain, and the water is still that water, but I always feel less and feel close. Wandering in the hazy world, the folk houses on the hillside are like a bright pearl inlay, which decorate the quiet mountain to be extremely enchanting. Work mountaineers here life work and rest, who put the fireworks brought to this desolate mountain. No one knows, and maybe they don’t want to know. But there is such a group of people who live here very comfortably and leisurely. Few people in the outside world know this paradise. The combination of mountains, forests, families and cooking smoke forms a unique scenery. I like to stroll along the path in the forest, with the fragrance of flowers invading and wandering, the bees and butterflies fluttering, and the ethereal mountain breeze blowing through the trace of coolness. I like to smell the smell of flowers and plants, and wash my mind inadvertently. Holding a bow of mountain spring, the sweet taste stretches. Hearing the sound of birds, you can see through the clouds. A few wisps of mountain flowers are swaying in the wind, which makes you slightly graceful. One person, one flower, one world. The mountains and rivers reflect on the blue sky, birds and flowers are fragrant and misty. The long call, the days ahead have a long way to go. I always want to leave some thoughts, but it feels like a flash in the pan, with a kind of sadness and sadness of frustration. Embrace each other in the blooming season of spring flowers, and say goodbye to the days when autumn leaves drift. Life is a little clear, cherish what you have today. The second stranger is flourishing, a little tangled. It is really difficult to achieve the same goal because of the same aspiration. I am used to the unrestrained idleness and don’t like to be bound by too much restraint, so I always get hurt inexplicably. Following the rules of the game is bound to be bound, but there are rules to follow when playing, which is very contradictory. Registering a blog in Sohu was originally intended to amuse time and record the ups and downs of mood, but always facing the reality. So I broke into a strange territory in an accidental time. I have been rejected for many times because of my strangeness. So there was a kind of lost desolation, solemn and stirring free and easy, no longer playing. Leisurely reading, leisurely tasting tea. Sometimes I write my mood to myself, which is actually very pleasant. Many things are extremely counterproductive, and no one is an exception. Playing is a kind of catharsis of the soul, but also a kind of temper of the mind. The habit is always hard to change, so the thought of restoration suddenly appears, returning to nature. Hidden between mountains and rivers, passing the dust far away from the noise, but it is really hard to avoid customs. A wisp of sunset remains under the twilight. It indicates the brilliance of life. There is no way to escape from the continuous road, and the right and wrong of life is changed. It is true that there is a sense of desolation, but there is no fear. Vaguely in the market, you have to see through. Learn to reflect, make public, and be patient! The sharp contrast is a kind of continuous publicity and domineering, but also a kind of intriguing free and easy. Mountains and Seas embrace each other, and Heaven and Earth are connected. Perfect scenery transplant. The extended road leads to the stranger Ze country, which is very far away and very confused. Still Life wants to know the world, bleak and leisurely. Leave a little sigh of emotion in the mess. Right is a kind of pouring out! The third is indifferent and carefree. The dim back vanishes, and the heart is confused from now on. The days going forward were bleak, and suddenly I woke up, with the feeling of looking forward to dawn in the dark night, I dared to take a nap. Therefore, there was the so-called cool back of memory inscription and confused frustration, which combined into a kind of mental growth. Lost the impulse of the past, nostalgia in trifles. The distant wild goose has a kind of desolation, but it is still a difficult journey to survive. The silent ethereal wandered in my heart and wanted to make it public once, but the time wasted could not tolerate any falsity. I don’t like the love between the flowers and the moon. I prefer the sunny days, which are casual and plain, with few but tedious worldly wisdom. They are often intolerant by modest gentlemen because they are not confined to etiquette and customs. Once the sea was difficult to be water, no one could see the residual flowers, which hurt me secretly. There was a desire to be alone in ignorance, so I got used to closing myself into a narrow space, reading, relaxing, going on an outing …. I was happy with myself. Suddenly one day I found myself really lonely, and many of my friends hadn’t contacted me for a long time. So I opened the dusty memory to search for my former friends. Seeing the long-lost phone, I suddenly had an inexplicable impulse. The number you dialed is not in the service area. A kind of loss filled my heart instantly. The everlasting thought was sent off by this tender voice. Looking up at the sky alone, a group of wild geese flew by, thinking of him who once promised. The past days were sent away ruthlessly by the years. I felt a little relieved, and sighed with a long sigh that I still had to live. I am used to the graceful music, and I like the music of the moonlight night. So I recorded some moods in the hazy world. 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…

Amber

The one who often walked in the corridor was a water deliveryman in his thirties. His back bent for a long time, and his temper naturally became soft. He met a picky hostess, maybe he had to squint and complain that he stepped on the dirty floor. Besides explaining vaguely in an incomprehensible dialect, he could only turn back and forth, the little daughter who came to the door respectfully was still waiting for him at the door, so the girl couldn’t imagine the scene in the room. Through a door, he finally held his dignity as a father. What is waiting for them is the next stairs and the next door. This kind of story is still being continued, but don’t give away the overwhelming sympathy casually, because we are used to misinterpreting others’ happiness as humbleness or even pain wishfully, unconsciously, I ignored the expression of love wrapped in a rough coat like sand. The girl is very happy, isn’t she? There will always be a tall guardian in such a big world. Even if he has to bend down to make a living, his father still protects his daughter’s self-esteem with his self-esteem, which is the reason for his father’s self-esteem. In the law of love in nature, male animals’ emotions seem to be labeled as dull and dull forever, like semi-finished products lying alone in the corner. Father is not understood, so we can only yearn for the sentence of Beidao that you call me to be a son, and I follow you to be a father, but I can’t really fight with him; Father is stubborn or even extreme, as a result, we can only see morbid numbness from “medicine”, but we can’t reflect the heart of the son who is almost crazy. Sad parents, give birth to me. After giving us life, father played an awkward role in family life. The daughter got worldly wisdom from her mother, so one day she began to criticize her father’s bad habits; The son got tenderness and thoughtfulness from her mother, so one day I got tired of my father’s silence and irpatience. When eulogizing maternal love becomes a habit, we also naturally freeze father’s love. But Father, willing to be an ornament and decoration, whether you love or not, he is still there, whether you are sad or not, no matter you accept or refuse, his love is still there, neutral. Rilke wrote a sentimental sentence in Duino’s lament: Father/after drinking a sip of my life/your life became so bitter. What father hoped was not only the connection of blood relationship, but also the inheritance of spiritual world deep in his heart, which was the soul education beyond his mother’s life philosophy. Therefore, starting from the encounter with the little life that needed to be guarded, father hid his sadness and weakness, letting his emotional illness exhaust his life little by little, and did not change his independent and strong nature. Protecting the weak is father’s instinct, and there is no word showing weakness in his dictionary. I was wondering whether it was the day to say goodbye to the world that my father could really unload the heavy burden and get some relief. Maybe, he still couldn’t. Because father is always father, how can he be tired and vicissitudes when he shoulders everything silently. However, my father will be old after all. As if yesterday, the person who lifted you over his head proudly, today, he can only climb the stairs awkwardly under your reminder. Time cut the memory into confusion, leaving no chance for father to recall. Maybe it was from that moment that my father stepped down from the altar and became ordinary and fragile. He will start to take care of your plants and the color of your clothes, as if the rough sketch has been reprocessed, adding expressions and clothes; He will start to review the letters in his youth, unfold the yellowed letter paper over and over again; He will ask all kinds of strange questions like a child, and he will love you more, because your youth continues his youth. However, we are stingy and unwilling to share and give. It was us who laughed at father’s cowardice and dullness. It was us who messed up his treasured verses. It was us who blew away his memory of later youth. At last, The Age hastened father’s aging. When we began to confess, the outline of father became clear gradually. At this time, all the abundant withered, and all the arrivals would go far away. My father became the most colorful one in his youth. He also had a lovely side under his steady maturity. Even if he did something wrong, he would cry. We woke up from the old photos, I found that I also became the father or mother of another life. Father’s smile was fixed at the most beautiful moment in each other’s life. There was no estrangement, no suspicion, no regret or sorrow. We hugged at the end of the last bus, one forward, one backward., there are always some people, in the process of almost delay, condensed into a glittering amber. 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…

The perfect camouflage

Recently, I felt very happy and sad. Seeing that he could cheat me to my second aunt’s house every day and then sit down and stick to mahjong, I didn’t know anything but walked back alone, in fact every time I are very sad, because every day he can let I walk alone and he but night half past twelve all don’t come back, yesterday actually 1 point 50 back, remember two days ago, dopted mother asked me that you didn’t care him when he went to play cards? I smiled and said that whatever he did was not losing my money. That day, my second aunt also said that I was not angry when he played cards every day? Not angry? Don’t care? Is my heart really like this? I smiled and said that I didn’t lose my money, but no one saw the entanglement in my heart. How I wished I wouldn’t live with him like a shrew, I always told myself naively that he had a sense of propriety and reputation in his heart. I always told myself that he was good, but until yesterday I was completely disappointed. It was the fourth time, every time I said that I didn’t play cards today, I always took me to my second aunt’s house forcibly. But every time it turned out to be a lie. Mahjong might be better for him. I told myself to give him three chances, I won’t forgive after three times, because I always like the three principles that nothing can be done. But until he made it for the fourth time in a row, thinking that it was two or three o’clock in the morning when he woke up yesterday, and thinking that his mother said that they were very dangerous. I was so worried about him that I was afraid of his accident, unexpectedly, I got up from the bed and took the cellphone which was turned off without electricity. I hurried to find another battery to replace it, because the time of turning off the cellphone was not accurate, and I was afraid that I made a mistake, so I immediately went to QQ to check the time. The QQ time showed 12: 57. My heart was broken, and I was also scared. It hurt-because he didn’t care if I had any ideas, he was afraid because he came back at about 12: 30 in the past, but last night he was not afraid of his safety at midnight. I remember that the mahjong parlor of my second aunt’s was only open to 12: 00. Under the circumstance of extreme confusion, I dialed his phone and heard his slow voice on the other side of the phone. I knew he was safe and I was not afraid. But I woke up at 1: 50, it was almost two o’clock, listening to the shouting outside the door, I was heartbroken and anxious. How could he do this? I plan not to open the door, But he heard that he opened the door one by one, until he shouted for a long time and sighed deeply. He didn’t shout or knock at the door after a while, I thought he was walking back, and suddenly I was scared, because his mother said there were a lot of people smoking powder. I got up and opened the door in fear. There was no one outside, so I ran to the stairwell and looked at the bottom of the building, because I was afraid that he would go back so late and he was not safe, but he appeared behind me. It turned out that he went into the toilet. I don’t know why, I always tell myself that I must be a little poisonous, but I can’t be poisonous at all. I feel that I have become so humble. Is it true that Tang Qin said that there is no dignity in love? I don’t know. This afternoon, I lied to him that I went to the central market instead of eating. In fact, apart from not being hungry, the key point is his irresponsible language again and again, I am afraid that the happiness I see now is actually the pain of the future. I am afraid that the possession of today and tomorrow will not be mine, so I dare not accept it boldly and squander boldly, maybe I am too sentimental when others see me, but I don’t want to have that nothingness any more, because if I want to have it, I don’t want to lose it. I have had enough time to face hypocritical faces all day long, I have lived enough days of absorbing my human flesh and blood with the flags of charity, because people all call me ungrateful, but I have to endure the days of cooking without oil, When I was starving, the celebrities were particularly noble at the end of the day, while I became a real villain who passed through the real pain, recently, his words and deeds remind me of those black days in the past. My heart is so painful… July 5th Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

A drunkenness in words

In the black night, there is no star in the sky, and the empty heart is even more hopeless. I want to say it to the wind, the wind has no shadow, and I want to say it to the moon, the moon has no sight, I want to say it to you, where are you? The helpless spread of this thought made me helpless to see it gasp. I didn’t want to be in such a state. Maybe this was the weakness in the dark night and the true face under the mask. Immerse yourself in this unreal world, take words as wine, music as food, get drunk tonight, no matter what reality it is, no matter what confusion it is, this moment is the time to relax, looking for warmth in this hangover, the first Cup, to respect my past, I used to work hard, because I didn’t know how to cherish myself, apologize to myself here. The second cup of toast to my present. Now I have lost many good times before, gradually moving towards middle age and paying a lot for my present responsibilities. Here remind myself, now we must make ourselves healthy, happy and confident. The third cup of toast to my future. In the days waiting for me, I don’t know what will happen. Anyway, I must face it calmly, treat myself well, and keep this heart optimistic all the time. I raised my glass to invite the night, but turned my smile reluctantly. The momentary mood set off the night with extreme coldness. It was like a microwave storm on the calm lake. The night was quiet, so was my heart, sleepiness is coming slowly, a little mood changes, good night! Wen, music with rain 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…

My 34 years

I suddenly asked myself: is it 33 or 34? I couldn’t answer it for a while. The children laughed and played on the back seat, but they couldn’t hear it slowly; The red light crossing was already green, but they turned a blind eye until the driver behind rang the impatient horn, just pull off the accelerator from the beginning. The thin trees on both sides were looking up against the wind. It seemed that dark clouds were hidden in the clear sky. It was clearly noisy, but it became a black and white picture, and everything was silent, only the disc player was still singing. It was not that simple. There was no memory of babbling in my mind. I couldn’t remember anything at that time. I remember the words of loss, regret, sadness, sorrow, grief and despair, all of which are so profound and numerous; Happiness and happiness always pass through the flash of thoughts with only sigh. People are like this. Even if they are no longer bitter about pain, they are always bitter and sweet about memory. The real simple and innocent happiness is only before junior high school. Looking back now, at that time, the cane my mother smoked on her ass seemed to be gentle touch, and the tears falling from the pain of flesh and skin were also crystal. At that time, I could chase wildly with my friends in the fields, cry loudly after touching and falling, Act coquettish willfully in my mother’s arms, and be happy for a long time and slowly after getting a small gift like a pencil, quite differently. After experiencing the breakdown of friendship for the first time, I fell on the desk and cried quietly. I couldn’t lift my spirits for several months; I began to think that my mother was too much in charge, and it was always full of fierceness and rebellion; in addition to being shy and watching secretly, I like a person, which is a torture that is hard to say; When I am full of ambition, I also have worries about tomorrow. Time passes very leisurely, I also want to keep up with its rhythm with a relaxed pace. At that time, I was chasing his car with bare feet for a few miles, and then lonely in the dark night; I still remembered the joy before the wedding and the tears at the wedding, but it was not the same happiness; obviously, I was still immersed in the happiness of being a new mother, but fell into the grief of losing my father. Looking at my mother’s red and swollen eyes and desperate eyes, I felt a sense of responsibility and mission that I had never had before, but now I think of it, I did not do very well, because my mother often worried about me. I am diligent in my career, but there is no improvement. I always think that I am the phoenix of Nirvana. The topics between my girlfriend and my girlfriend, from telling the sweetness of my sweetheart to the sorrow and fatigue of the marriage defense War, from beauty Heart Sutra to ovarian maintenance, begin to care about age and don’t want to remember how old I am, I am only willing to receive blessings from a pair of children, and then forget that I am one year older. It is said that women are afraid of getting old. In fact, we are not afraid of getting old. We are just afraid that no one will hurt. If you give me a pair of generous shoulders to tolerate my love without regret, then I don’t care how many vertical and horizontal wrinkles time will carve on my face. However, worry is always inevitable when someone appears, but the time is wrong. Those who miss the mood all understand it. Some days, you forget, but some people who care about you remember, it is a kind of happiness; Some days, people you care about forget, but you remember, then enjoy quiet happiness and lonely freedom in frustration. Last year, today, I watched a movie alone in the dark cinema with tears. Today, I just want to sort myself out from a mess. When I recall the next day, this life may not be too long and long, full regret. In my 34 years, my mother always remembers 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…

Happy Birthday

Today is your birthday. It’s really good to have a dream-like age and a rain-like youth. I hope you are happy today in The Silence of the night, I will be happy every day in the future. The memory is coming in such a night with the smell of rain. I can’t help thinking a lot. The accidental intersection of people in life leaves a lot of feelings that you can’t let go. I think everything is over, today, you should be brand new, and open another door of life again. Without the rain of the old days, tomorrow’s Sky hopes to be washed blue, or there are a few idle clouds, which should be the best decoration and foil for your new life and new beginning. Birthday is with expectation and slight dream, because on that day many years ago, you came to this world. That day is solemn and the starting point of life, it is the beginning of a dream. I think there are a lot of people spending with you today. Your happiness has been shared and magnified and witnessed by many people. Today is unforgettable, just like a delicate and beautiful bookmark stuck in your thick life book, you may turn up this bookmark by chance, former light and shadow will 1.1 drops slowly from the space-time deep coming, with today’s respiratory, smell of the wind, let you perceive time withered fragrance. There are many choices in life, many people choose to remember, but some people will choose to forget. But no matter what kind of choice, it will gradually become plain in the end, and the memory will only remain calm. So what I hope is your peace of mind, because peace of mind is closer to your heart, a kind of maturity and a precious state of mind. When the past rain no longer refreshes the past memories, when a road begins another strange legend, what I want to say is to give myself a warmth and a smile in my heart, only living with heart can there be no hatred and regret. The road has texture and reality because of feet, youth has dreams and can have direction and fly, while the strangeness in the distance is the most charming place in life! Happy birthday! If you have a happy life every day, you don’t have to care about how your birthday is. 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…