Memorable Persimmon

This morning, my daughter and I went to the market to buy vegetables. We saw a 60-year-old man, about 1.7 meters old, thin, with sunken eyes and a long black dress, carrying a bunch of bright red persimmon, as big as a fist. Seeing this, my daughter asked curiously: Dad! What is that, the color is so fresh, so red? Hearing this sentence, I felt at a loss. When I was a child, my favorite fruit unexpectedly came up and asked: Old man! How do you sell this Persimmon? Eight yuan per jin, the old man replied. I bowed down and picked up the persimmon, holding a larger Persimmon, soft. This feeling, the old man’s dress, pulled me back to an afternoon more than 30 years ago. That year, I was still studying in Guihua Primary School. After school, several of our friends went home together. All the people who should go home left. Only we were left behind, and the noisy sheep-sausage trail at this time every day, very quiet. In a family named Xiao not far from the school, an old couple of more than 60 years old often wore black clothes, tall figure, very thin, like a dry stick and walking stick. I often sit under the persimmon tree which is so thick at the mouth of the bowl in front of my house, watching the yellow ripe persimmon, watching the immature faces carrying schoolbags playing and playing from home to school. When Persimmon is yellow and ripe, passing by under the tree, a feeling of sour, sweet and astringent sprays to the corners of the mouth. Especially in the late autumn, Persimmon leaves fell down, and the persimmon trees were hanging on the trees like small lanterns one by one, which were bright and delicious, dazzling, and not attractive. This season is also the most careful time for the old to watch Persimmon. It happened that there was an accident this day. Several of us came to the persimmon tree quietly, and looked inside from the window to see no one at home. We discussed secretly that people who could climb trees would pick persimmon and leave one to watch the wind under the tree. I am the least brave, not able to climb trees, helplessly looking at the wind under the tree. Everyone climbed up the tree as quickly as monkeys, picking up the Persimmon while eating the persimmon. Looking at this scene, I swallowed the water directly below. Suddenly, my heart was pounding, as if I heard the sound of hurried footsteps, and then the cry: Grand Duke, someone hit your Persimmon. This voice sounded like the voice of my classmate. I thought secretly that it was his eldest brother’s family? Before I came back to my mind, several partners on the tree answered in unison: Yes! The Grand Duke is here! Then, laughter came from the tree. The sound hung on the tree full of red lanterns also spread to the silent wooden house. The door crept and broke the silence. I saw two old men shouting with wooden poles in their hands: beating robbers and robbers. Hearing this, all the friends in panic jumped down the tree, and the Persimmon on the tree was washed and knocked on the tiles like raindrops. On the ground, the bodies of the partners and the faces of the old. What’s more, it slips on the ground and is covered with Persimmon paste, which is as yellow as the heart of an egg. The old man shouted to the sky, scolding the Sky: it was cut to pieces and scattered by the sky. It was reserved for my granddaughter. Well, the surface of the black clothes was colorful, and the whole body was wet like yellow mud soup. Now I also step into the year of no confusion, recalling the events of that year, looking at the bright persimmon in front of me, sour and astringent. Ah, it really shouldn’t be. 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…

Soil

I planted two pots of water-dropping Avalokitesvara, which were extremely luxuriant and crowded together. I always felt a little cramped and not stretchy enough; I wanted to divide the pots, but it was a pity that there was no soil to hold; I rode a long distance, just at the edge of the road which was being expanded, I got two bags of soil back; I was panting and moving upstairs. When I was feeling sweating like a pig, I suddenly remembered Mr. Qin Mu’s prose “land”. Countless people eulogize the touching feelings of the land; Nowadays, many people are gradually losing the land, having less intimate contact with the land, and unable to perceive the fragrance of the soil and the touching atmosphere of life flowing on the land, not to mention getting married and enjoying the happy taste of sowing and harvest; Without the land, even the soil planted with three or five pots of flowers and plants had to reach out to other people’s places to fetch, which was really an unspeakable entanglement. I can’t help sighing when I usually see some old gentlemen and old ladies picking out a small piece of land with a big slap at the gap of green belts on both sides of the road and planting some green beans and vegetables; although the old man and the old woman lived in the newly-built community, they did not need to deal with mud all day long, but the soil complex in their hearts did not completely fade away; They worked tirelessly and planted three or five seasonal vegetables, to cope with the current high prices, first of all, they have the kindness to the soil from their hearts and the habit of reaping fruits from the soil. They are reluctant to give up the joy of planting spring and harvest in their hearts. It happened that in reality, many people no longer own land. The rapid development of the city determines the orderly expansion of the city. Whether it is production, life or urban construction, a large amount of land is needed; Specifically speaking, it is necessary to build factory buildings and residential areas. Land is also needed for urban transportation, and all facilities matched with urban functions need land; Although a lot of land will be removed for centralized use while resources are integrated, but only this part is far from enough; This means that every year there will be a part of the land that farmers depend on for their survival being expropriated; Although the government will try its best to settle down farmers who lost their lands, leading the second entrepreneurship, but the soil feelings deeply rooted in their hearts will not be eliminated immediately because of this. Of course, there is no sadness of looking back one step at a time, however, the inner heart’s unwillingness and mixed complex emotions make them feel embarrassed when the Earth and the city are changing with each passing day; That kind of feelings, those experiences, are not personal experiences, where can I really understand. In another case, with the acceleration of urbanization construction, some farmers in villages and towns gradually moved away from the villages that used to live against the mountain and gradually moved closer to both sides of the highway with convenient transportation, people walk into the grass. Naturally, the terraces and mountains that originally carried the days have become the stage of indulgence of Weeds. The mountains that should have grown sorghum, soybeans, wheat and sweet potatoes are all swaying weeds, the paddy field which should have been Green has also become the world of aquatic plants. No one cares about the wasteland in the long grass color. It has to be lamented and helpless. Because of the pursuit of life, unconsciously cut off the connection with the soil, I really dare not imagine that in some dreams of the old and the young, will they still see the scene of wheat waves rolling and the Harvest full of rice, their hearts, will it overspread the smell of earth, and will those days when the green trees were really attached to people have sweet memories in my heart. The most uncomfortable thing is nothing more than the group of men and women who leave their own land aside and seek livelihood far away; People work hard in other places, their own land and their own homes are becoming desolated day by day, there was no sound in their inner hearts, and the wind and smoke of the city made them think of the place where they took root from time to time, and the land where they once had hope in their hearts, recalling my endless aftertaste of home, it happened that I couldn’t go back again. The pressure of life fell on my shoulders. I had to clench my teeth and deal with the following days on the edge of the city or the city, land, or soil, is only the sustenance in the heart, and a kind of relief during self-comfort. As for the yellow spines of Artemisia annua and the weeds and vines on the land, we can only sigh and feel helpless! Our ancestors said that we could not help asking how our roots would grow without the nourishment of the land and the kindness and memory of the soil. I was really worried that one day, we live in the flashy city and can’t touch the smell of soil. We can’t even distinguish anything from rice, wheat, cotton and oil. We really lose our attachment to and awe of the land, the perception and kindness of soil. I hope that this is just alarmist; I also hope that the Earth will, as always, in everyone’s heart, burst out the call of life, which is still full of vitality of life. 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…

Pomegranate, wild strawberry, Phoenix Tree beads

It was a sunny afternoon after rain; In the woods in the suburb, the land was wet. Walking on it, the shoes on my feet were stained with thick mud; I raised my feet and looked at it, but I was filled with joy and laughter, this is a long-lost feeling, and it is real! The mud stuck on the shoes, walking in the wet woods, a kind of unspeakable comfort was connected in my heart, dispelling the long-time depression in my heart, which was only such a pleasure! For many years, I have been intoxicated and busy, listening to the truth of people, happiness and distress in the fresh and quiet forest after rain, so many of these so-called truths emerged in my mind, and then I thought of how to re-recognize these real existence? But I don’t know how to re-recognize it! However, a fact is that I am really toiled by these real labors, and I am still struggling in this labors! Raise my feet to see the thick mud on the shoes, which is real; At this time, my mood is joyful and real! Still on the way to this forest, when passing through the farm, I saw those old and young women with children in front of the farm house; perhaps the air in the countryside is leisurely and makes people feel tired unconsciously. The expressions on these women’s faces are so indifferent that they are almost sleepy. The sister said: look at them, they cook and wash their husbands and children during the day, and let the children play casually when they take the children; When the children cry, they hold them up, regardless of whether the children are dirty or not, no matter whether your body is dirty or not, it is very casual and has nothing to look good or not; Laugh when you are happy, cry when you want to cry; Have no idea, be simple and straightforward. Truth is my own personal experience. What I tell is the story. The truth cannot be demonstrated. It is just a momentary feeling. Maybe this momentary feeling will change a person’s fate! This is a real feeling that cannot be experienced by others. Whether it is a happy feeling or a painful feeling, it is worth cherishing! The path in the Woods extended, walking through a piece of Poplar Forest, which was the peach forest; At present, the color of peach forest was inferior to that of Poplar Forest, which looked lonely and silent. Walking in it made me think a lot: the beauty of all things in nature is always sometimes! There is Persimmon forest in the front, and the purpose of coming to the forest today is to pick Persimmon, hehe! Looking up, the fruit on the tall branch was still shy. I couldn’t help sighing secretly! But I couldn’t help laughing, this is the infinite longing laughter! Among them, there must be disappointment, and the mood of longing for charm is not wasted! There is no choice but to laugh after all! Going further, there are several small pomegranate trees, but they are full of fruits. When I stretched out my hand and took off a pomegranate which was shy to steal my eyes, my heart was trembling badly, and there was an unspeakable faint pain. I said to myself in my heart: this pomegranate is real. I carefully put this pomegranate into the bag. In front of my eyes was a forest of sycamore trees, which were all saplings; There were crystal drops of water on the plush leaves; I couldn’t help looking up at the sky, blue sky, white clouds and gentle sunshine, and I left: who knows the Wutong beads! My good sister deserves to be a peasant girl, and she saw a wild strawberry with the size of soybean beside the plane tree forest at a glance; She jumped over and picked off the wild strawberry; She came to me and put the wild strawberry in my hand, yang Yang said: Good thing, it has white flowers and red fruits. On the way back to the city, I saw those old and young women tidying up the vegetable garden; My good sister said: see, their life is so simple. The figures of these women in the setting sun were left in their hearts, and then they looked at the wild strawberries in their hands. Oh, there was the pomegranate in the bag, and there was only the phoenix tree beads in their memory, both of which were spoken out but not good, the real feeling that you want to express but you can’t finish it! 2011 nian autumn Like (prose editor: Ke Er) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Life attitude

Familiar with the environment, close your eyes and know what is placed in every corner and place, what obstacles are there, and you know clearly in your heart. In my room, self-sustaining familiarity with the environment, awareness of safety and vigilance melt in familiarity with the environment, but I do not know that the danger has quietly emerged. The reason is that I ignored a thing I shouldn’t have ignored, which is my fatal negligence. In daily life, when I forget myself, when I lift my legs and turn around, I feel that my body is as light as a swallow and flexible as a monkey. However, I do not realize that the huge hidden danger has been brewing. What do I ignore? It is my illness. At some point in daily life, I forgot my illness, not headache and fever, but what disease? It is a difficult disease: ankylosing spinal disease. The large area of stiff joints of the whole body, the welded joints with lesions, the body that cannot bend, the balance of the body that cannot be controlled, and the danger comes quietly. What kind of danger is it? Falls. Every time I fall down, I either hurt my forehead or hurt my waist. A skin injury is a trivial matter. There are many difficulties for me in life. For example, holding a bucket of water is a convenient way for healthy people to raise their hands. For me, it is quite difficult, I had to hold a crutch on one hand and a bucket on the other hand. In this way, I also chose to live by myself and didn’t want to live with my brother. Sixteen years old is a good age, but I am against the disease. It is difficult to ask for a piece of painkiller at the beginning. Western Medicine, traditional Chinese medicine, herbal medicine, my intestines are like the production line of pharmaceutical factory, the disease did not improve but the intestines and stomach were broken. What kind of gastric hemorrhage and acute gastric ulcer? I have been in hospital for several times. When I was 21 years old, my father suffered from liver ascites, and it was already late when I found out the cause of the disease. When my life was dying, my father showed his concern and unease for me, until today, I still can’t face it, and my heart is still painful. My nine-year-old niece is the eldest daughter of my third brother. Since my father passed away, my life has been taken care of by her for a long time. When my illness was the most serious, washing clothes, carrying water and delivering meals all fell on her. Up to now, she has also made some achievements. She works as a nurse in a hospital not far away from home. Although I can take care of myself, most of the time I still need her to take care of me. One day she will get married, I will send my best wishes! Since my father passed away, my mood was extremely gloomy during that time. I remember what my eldest brother said to me that night when my father passed away: little brother, as long as my eldest brother has a bowl of porridge, he will not starve you. Sister-in-law pats me on the shoulder and said: fen, as long as self-reliance sister-in-law certain support you. Ordinary promises contain extremely strong family affection, which is to warm my whole life. There is no medicine for evil diseases, so doctors and experts can’t hear so many words. Experts of Ankylosing spinal disease say that they can’t drink, and they need more sports such as badminton and basketball. In fact, this is even worse. It will accelerate the deformation of joints. The best exercise is to get up and take a walk in the morning. Life always makes unexpected jokes for people. Experts say that don’t drink alcohol for this kind of disease, but my disease starts to get better after drinking medicated wine. It was the pure snake wine that my second elder brother used to soak the wind snake mainly. Since drinking the snake wine, my illness gradually began to improve. The outgoing mood is particularly important for a long illness. At some point, I can live to let others forget I am patient. I am afraid that it is difficult for others to do this. Sometimes I am very forgetful. In life, I often forget that I am a patient. Ha ha, I still feel funny about my careless behavior. I am used to get rid of the scar and forget the pain, and I suffered a lot from it. Every time you fall down, most of the injuries are Waist. Every time you fall down, you have to lie on the bed for ten and a half months. It is painful to move the lumbar spine slightly, A sneeze was so painful that I almost had to carry my breath. I had to take a deep breath before turning around in bed. I was tired of lying in bed and thought of walking. It was difficult to get out of bed, after getting out of bed, breathing can cause chest pain in the waist, not to mention walking. It can’t even stand firm. It takes two or three minutes to move slowly in the toilet several steps away, I felt cold sweat in pain. I couldn’t bear the pain until I thought about it in my heart. I should be careful in the future. I am a patient with stubborn diseases, and I must remember to be careful every moment. I touched the scar on my left forehead, which was accidentally slipped and knocked when I was cleaning. At that time, my forehead hit the floor violently, I didn’t feel any pain, and my eyes were dancing with stars. When my third elder brother came to help me up after hearing the news, a pool of blood flowed on the ground, and the split wound was half finger long. For the first time, the doctor failed to stop the blood, and a matchstick-sized blood oozed out of gauze every three or four minutes. The doctor who bandaged my wound reexamined my wound and said that he would sew it. After that, another doctor was invited. After examination, he said that there was no need for Sutures. It was really complicated enough, and finally there was no sutures. In the next few days, my head was dizzy and sometimes I felt sick. Thinking about it, I also feel a little dull, how can I forget my illness. My heart was thinking like this, and I was grinning again when my body recovered. I seldom remembered that I was sick in my heart in my life, and I often fell down and forgot that I was a patient. My heart is cheerful, and my illness is also difficult to walk with a crutch, so I gradually recover to walk freely in daily life. Therefore, I am want to make a face to heaven. I am happy. What can I do? Night is more dangerous for me than day. People with ambition always say like this: Get up wherever you fall. The way of living should be praised. I was really frustrated. I really fell to the ground and could not help getting up by myself I am my own physical strength. Facing the night, I must keep a vigilance. If I really fell to the ground, I could do nothing to deal with the accident for myself. It is extremely good to be careless. There is nothing wrong with my heart. I am half-respected and invited to the breeze and the moon. I am really, therefore I am happy. 2022.5.20 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…