I can’t wait for you, I’m leaving

As night falls, the sky is cloudy and calm. The drizzle drizzle occasionally, the coolness and sadness of the silk. I walked alone on the path surrounded by green, unspeakable loneliness or loneliness. The vast sea of people, it is fortunate to meet you; It is fortunate to know you more; It is fortunate to love you most. Originally, you didn’t belong to me, but I transplanted you to the softest place in my heart affectionately. At this moment, although there is no news from you, your eyes are still there; Without your footprints, your voice is still there; Without your smile, your warmth is still there. I am waiting for you. Deep in the night, I always say that music can open the closed mind and relieve the depressed mood. At this time, the music over there became noisy to me. It just pushed me to the abyss of sadness. The wonderful dance disturbed my mind and made my mood more confused. I suddenly thought of the Buddhist saying: life is like living in thorns, the heart does not move, the person does not move, the move does not hurt; If the heart is moved, the person moves, hurting his body and bone, so I felt all kinds of pain in the world. My epiphany was that my heart was moving, and it was that I pushed myself into the whirlpool of emotion, making myself lost in the whirlpool and struggling in the whirlpool pain. I don’t know when the wind is calm or when it will return to peace. I am waiting for you. Maybe I am a little sentimental in the noise of music. Waiting for you is not my duty. But I looked at you crazily through the night in the rain. Maybe you are dancing under neon lights; Or you are intoxicated in pushing a cup and putting a lamp; Or you are busy in writing. Maybe my image never emerges in your mind, maybe my appearance is just a cloud passing by the branch of your life, maybe we just meet wrongly at the right time. And I, perhaps, just wishful thinking, put myself in a messy situation. Looking up at the sky, it was still cloudy, and the light rain was sporadic, carrying my lost pain. At this moment, do you feel a heart-like image floating in front of your eyes? That is me, a lonely heart is turning into powder bit by bit. I am waiting for you. I am ignorant in my messy thoughts and seems to be dreaming a magnificent dream. I am a flower in your dream. You are a person passing by to see flowers. Flowers are also ruthless, and flowers are also affectionate. With your casual caress, you will feel affectionate and delighted. If you really love it, even if it is a flash in the pan at night, it is enough to remember, recall and be gentle. But the dream will wake up, and the scene is gone. I can’t wait for you, it’s not your fault, but with me, with beautiful sadness, I left. 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…

Summer of melancholy

After knocking the keyboard for several hours, the neck and shoulders were sleepy and sour. It was already summer, and the sweater on my body still couldn’t resist the cold of the room. Standing on the balcony and looking at it, the sky was gray, and the mountains on the opposite side were somewhat melancholy in silence. At the folds of the mountains, those white snow which was not willing to melt showed its difference. In the field surrounded by mountains, there is a layer of sparse green. The poplar trees downstairs were swaying with light green leaves, and it was a little bleak in the cold. I didn’t know where to hide the warmth of summer. I sat down again to review the manuscript I had just finished, but I was always absent-minded, and my newly settled thoughts were disturbed by the current tense situation in the South China Sea. As a citizen of a country, I hope that my motherland will be strong, and I don’t want to see him being bullied by external force; As a woman, I don’t want war, I want peace, peaceful living environment; As a mother, I don’t want my son to be tested by blood and fire in the rain of bullets. I hope there is no smoke of gunpowder and no killing in the world, I hope all the people in the world can live a peaceful life. But as the situation became severe day by day, my heart was gripped tightly. I am the mother of a Navy soldier. Over the past few days, I watched the news program uneasily and paid attention to the situation in the South China Sea. When my son chose to go to the Military Academy at the beginning, I was totally aware of the duty a soldier performed, but I also thought luckily that the probability of war in peacetime should be very small. But the peace and peace we want are not necessarily what others want. Every night when the military commentator in the military report column appeared in the TV program, I held my breath and listened quietly. When it came to beating or not, my husband shouted at the top of his voice to beat! Why not fight! Hey, I also fought back loudly. What kind of fight? If you are anxious, you can fight. The husband scolded me because your son is a soldier how many Chinese soldiers are there, and their families are all like you. Are you still sitting at home watching TV? I replied irrationally to others. I can’t control them. I just oppose the war! Just when the quarrel was over, the phone rang Mom, what are you doing now? My son’s calm voice came from the other side of the phone. I felt nervous and tried our best to watch TV in a peaceful tone. How are you? Are you busy recently? I mentioned the situation in the South China Sea cautiously and wanted to listen to my son’s words, while he answered his mother calmly, “it’s okay, you can rest assured! At this time, I really want my son to stay by my side. I want my whole family to stay together. Maybe it was because of the cold room, my body was shivering, and tears overflowing in my eyes were forced down by me. I still told my son, well, do your job well and take good care of yourself. My daughter, who has been married for two years, called to tell her that she was pregnant, hearing the news, I was so excited that I almost jumped up and started to work with endless energy. I kept humming a little song. In one’s life, the happiest thing for people is the well-being of parents and relatives and the achievement of children’s career. I held my worries about my son in my arms and followed the call of happiness to visit my daughter in the plateau. The moment I saw my daughter, I felt that she was much more mature. The sweet smile contained the happiness and yearning of being a mother. My daughter nestled beside me, as before, holding my arms with both hands Mom, how long did you feel when I was in your belly? The past events flashed before my eyes like the scenes of movies. In that spring more than twenty years ago, when I found myself pregnant, I was both surprised and worried. Holding the bulging belly day by day, when I was 7 or 8 months old, the little guy who stayed in the womb became restless and kicked me with small feet from time to time. Although I feel uncomfortable and even nervous, I still feel warm in my heart, which is looking forward to the happiness and sweetness of being a mother. In the golden autumn and October, a succulent little life was born. From then on, I became a real mother. Everyone has his own life dream. My dream is that I hope my children will live happily, grow healthily, live happily, get higher education and do jobs that suit their talents and interests, build a happy family and cultivate excellent children. My wish was gradually realized, and my children and daughters stepped on the journey of life step by step. From work to marriage, my daughter is relatively ideal and satisfied, so I expect her to have a healthy baby, so that her life can be considered complete. Our family of four live in cities of three different provinces. I can’t stay with my daughter for a long time to take care of her, so I can only spare time to come over. I gave a lot of exhortations and exhortations, nagged many matters that should be paid attention to during pregnancy and told me to do regular prenatal examination and so on. I would return to my home to take full care of my husband who led the students to sprint for the college entrance examination. As a husband and mother, I don’t seem to belong to myself anymore. Only when I sit down and devote myself to writing can I truly feel that I am belongs to me. Sometimes I close my eyes and imagine the road I have traveled in these years, which is bumpy, tortuous and calm. The figure I trudged and the deep footprints I left in the mud can be clearly seen. In the past ups and downs, I am touched and happy, and have my hardship and bitterness. I began to plan my yearning for the future and hope and sustenance for the next generation in my heart. That night was the most devoted time for me in the writing center recently. There seemed to be thousands of words to pour out in my chest. I expressed all kinds of feelings and experiences buried in my heart to the screen, knocking on the picturesque scene that floated in front of us like floating clouds in the past years, like fog and dream, freely and comfortably. Outside the window, the raindrops knocked on the window glass, and I heard the sigh of heavy raindrops falling to the ground. Yes, since the beginning of summer, the weather has hardly revealed a smiling face. The green of summer is hidden in the gloomy atmosphere. The flowers look at the gray weather disappointedly and hide under the branches and leaves shyly, the grass curled up with thin buds, unwilling to put on new clothes for the Earth. Although I was surrounded by cold, I was filled with incomparable happiness and happiness in my heart, thinking around slowly in this cool summer night. The hour hand pointed to 22:30, and it was time for my husband to go home. I stood up and stretched my stiff body, looking around the quiet room, only the ticking of the clock and my heartbeat. I picked up the phone and felt a little anxious. I really wanted to find someone to talk to, even if it was a quarrel. Depressed for a while, I ‘d better call my daughter. After dialing the phone, I lowered my voice, and did I have a rest? How do I feel recently? There was a pause, Mom. I was fine, but this child was out of luck with us. It had already flowed. My mind was buzzing, like pouring a basin of cold water from head to foot. Why was it like this? My daughter said some comforting words on the phone, but I didn’t hear a word clearly. I understood that her heart was more uncomfortable than anyone else, but she didn’t want to burden us. My husband who came home from work was poured like a drowned rat by rain all over his body. When he saw me with tears in his eyes, he stared at me without worrying about changing clothes. After knowing the reason of the matter, it didn’t matter if he sighed gently. Their young and dull voice was like a stone, pressing heavily on my heart. Long night, long night, I have never felt such a long night. My husband around me had already entered my dream with even snores. I tossed and turned and couldn’t close my eyes. There was a voice in my mind complaining that as a mother, you didn’t fulfill your responsibility before dawn, I got up and prepared to enter the plateau. However, God was against me on purpose. It seemed that the heavy rain last night had never stopped. The sky was gloomy and low. It seemed that a rain curtain was pulled between the heaven and the Earth, and the rain flowed down along the eaves. I was so worried that what should I do? Will the shuttle bus pass through the mountains in such a weather? In a hurry, I called the station to inquire. Fortunately, today’s ticket was sold yesterday, and the shuttle bus must leave the station unless the dabanshan tunnel was closed. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the raindrops fell down, beating the umbrella on my head, and then the falling raindrops sank into my clothes, which made me feel a deep chill. My husband saw me off with an umbrella, but his clothes had been drenched by the rain, and the water on his face flowed straight to his neck, looking at him who was closely connected in the wind and rain, although I walked in the wind and rain with frustration, I still felt the warmth left in my heart. When the car left the station, my husband still stood in the wind and rain waving to me. Through the window glass, I looked at his anxious expression. The car soon entered the flat Dukou Canyon, and the rain gradually decreased. The mountains on both sides were washed clear and bright by the rain. Although it entered the summer, the towering mountain top was still covered with snow, and the vast grassland seemed to drag the tail of spring tightly and refused to give up. The mountains are clipped together, the cliffs are dangerous, and the water flowing at the bottom of the Valley breaks through the tranquility of the valley, echoing in my ears, and my heart rises and falls with the rugged mountain road. There was still a gray sky above my head, and I could hardly see a little blue. Some floating clouds were silent. The shrubs on the hillside are sparse, with light cyan, which makes them look pitiful, just like the old man’s hair. Just the people who gathered on the hillside to dig Cordyceps, just like the sheep and cattle, they dug out the black soil in the mountain body with the shiny shovel and sharp digging hoe in their hands, looking for Cordyceps sinensis with eyes full of desire, I saw pairs of big hands seemed to be in the vein of the broken Mountain, pulling the shank of the mountain, and I felt the whole mountain as if its body was trembling and twitching. The simple tents scattered at the foot of the mountain were skew, howling sadly in the cold wind, venting their dissatisfaction with the owner. Human beings, devoured by money and interests, are destroying their living homes step by step with their own hands. The car finally climbed to the top of the Daban Mountain. A Daban Mountain divides the plateau and Hexi corridor into two pieces of heaven and earth. On this side of the mountain is the blue sky, and the fragrance of grass and warm plateau sunshine come from the gap of the car window. My mood became more and more cheerful with the extended peak. To be honest, what I thought most along the way was what would happen to my daughter when she saw me? I burst into tears in my arms, lying on the bed listlessly, still complaining about my conjecture, which made me embarrassed. But beyond my expectation, my daughter was neither lying on the bed nor as fragile as I imagined. She still greeted me with a smile, but her face was pale and gloomy, deep in those big eyes is the sadness that only I can feel. She held my arm, but comforted my mother. Don’t be sad. I’m still young. It’s okay. Sooner or later, it will be the same. You can still write for a few years at ease. What do you say, I would rather not write, but also make you happy. I gave my daughter a pitiful glance. A kind of sour and astringent smell surged in my heart. What’s the use of writing? What can I do if the written words are published? In the eyes of many people, only fools and unsociable people write and make ink, and I unconsciously get involved in this rank. To be honest, I was a little excited when I saw my own words turned into lead and printed on newspapers and magazines. However, with the popularity of the Internet and the chaotic management of the cultural publishing market, erotic and martial arts novels came first, the classic works were put aside on the bookshelf and suffered from coldness. Who responded to those mother-in-law words I wrote? What can the undeserved reputation of writers association bring to me? My husband, my child, they respect my hobbies and pursuits and fully support my writing in order to make my life more fulfilling and happier. For the happiness and career of my children, I really want to stop writing when I use it, but because of my beloved family affection and many people and things that move or sympathize me in the world, I can’t help expressing my inner feelings and promoting good and evil beauty and ugliness in the world. Just like me tonight, I feel much more comfortable when I write to this moment Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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…

Osmanthus long

Close your eyes, in the soothing music, the busy heart for many days suddenly felt much quiet. However, I vaguely felt something was missing. Thinking carefully, it turned out that there was no fragrance of osmanthus in the yard for a long time. At this time, it should be the season of sweet osmanthus fragrance. The eight-month osmanthus fragrance. I remember that at this time in previous years, the osmanthus tree in the old house was already full of flowers, golden, fine flowers, little by little, and the whole yard was immersed in the leisurely fragrance overnight, which made people intoxicated. At this moment, I seemed to hear the sound of the Golden osmanthus blossom again. Although it was so subtle, it was the sound of nature. After an autumn rain, there will be golden flowers falling under the cinnamon tree, which is very poetic. In my impression, I once wrote a little poem, saying: there is Jiamu in the atrium, and I have never known it for years. Last night a open, fragrance time fast enough. After moving here in last March, the osmanthus tree was also transplanted and settled in the small garden of the new yard. Half a year later, perhaps because of the acclimatization, the cassia tree died unexpectedly. It was a pity for everyone to see it. Even so, I couldn’t bear to remove the dead tree, hoping that it could come back to life and grow new branches and leaves again. Now it seems that this is just a beautiful dream. In the past, Liu moved to Hannan; Now I see it shake down, sorrowful Jiangtan. Trees, like this, ren he yi kan. Perhaps, it was transplanted out of kindness and unwillingness to discard it at the beginning. Unexpectedly, things went against their wishes. I think if it is still in the old house, even if there is no one to maintain it, it will still be luxuriant and blooming. Some people say that sometimes love is also a kind of hurt, which makes sense. Nowadays, around the cinnamon trees, the Chinese rose flowers planted are blooming, but unfortunately the fragrance is far away. Under the Moonlight, there was silence, only autumn insects were singing low. The cinnamon tree is still standing in the garden, as if thinking and recalling the prosperity of previous years. The Chinese rose around is guarding it silently, although it has already dried up. In the night breeze and trance, I vaguely smelt the fragrance of osmanthus which I had not seen for a long time. It was really refreshing …… maybe, it was a sweet dream. Oh, I hope this osmanthus will never fade in my dream. —– I can’t stop talking, the other side can reach! 2012.9.23 night 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…

Mood sidelights

In July, the sun was scorching, and the sunshine seemed to have the ambition of never giving up until everything was cooked. Everything had to surrender in front of it. If you are interested in beating eggs on the road at noon, I believe that a fragrant egg cake will certainly fill your hungry stomach. Sweat is like rain. It is too late to use it at this moment. The sweat at this time is neither flowing nor dripping. It should be pouring or shedding. A continuous scorching sun and long wind made my mood particularly depressed, and some thoughts were as lush as the green in this summer. No matter what you do, you are listless. There is always a nameless fire burning in your heart, so that your husband and children dare not talk to me. I just want to stay alone in the air-conditioned room, lying on the bed, quietly looking at the ceiling, thinking nothing and doing nothing, with a blank mind and messy thinking, it’s just a body whose blood is still flowing …… people often feel depressed or annoyed without any reason, which is inexplicable. All of these may have nothing to do with others, but their occasional mood. Some fleeting plots have become stories for us to read. The dreams we once pursued persistently, with the waste of time, wander quietly at the fingertips, deeply shallow and fragmentary. What I once said is also the same as the tired fallen flowers in the late spring. After this hot summer, who can remember those stories stranded in the flowing years? No matter how much they care about their relatives, lovers, friends and children, they are destined to be passers-by in life. Everyone must run according to their own life track. In the end, they can only walk alone, A person performs his own joys and sorrows, and a person helplessly appreciates the scenery belonging to others. Second, relatives or friends who once devoted themselves to it and poured out their hearts and lungs would become passers-by or treat each other coldly because of their casual neglect or unwittingly on one aspect. Human feelings are warm and the world is hot and cold, what kind of heartache will this moment be. People who thought that they could share weal and woe with each other forever turned out to be regarded as enemies. What’s more, they were dirty words, swords and swords, fists and fists. They seemed to have deep hatred that they would die soon and never see each other. Love book is like paper, sad? Pain? Once you get money benefits, no matter family affection, friendship or love will become so vulnerable. A kind of indescribable feeling has passed in the bottom of my heart, shallow and shallow. I know that I am destined to be a lonely person. Even though I have tried my best, I still can’t escape the reincarnation of spring, summer, autumn and winter. Third, try hard to make yourself an open-minded and indifferent person. Live plain and simple, plain, quiet and indifferent. I always like to do things in a low profile, not to show off, not to be proud, to be self-disciplined, and to be kind-oriented. I like to be alone quietly and taste the ups and downs of life quietly. I like to stay in front of one side of the screen and knock my mind quietly, flowing shallow between my fingers; I like to stare blankly at the rolling tea in the Cup, and understand that tea is like life; I like to taste the ups and downs of life in sad and cheerful music. I see, life is always so calm, Water Moon Mirror Flower. I like to stand on the balcony in the dead of night, looking at the deep sky, letting my thoughts fly all over the sky, stretching out my hand to hold the trace, the softness of the wisps of clouds, and the trace lingering gently, that touch of warm moonlight infused into the sea of heart, warm and dense; The breeze combed the scattered hair from time to time, itchy; The rhythm of the lover came from the room; The cool night, quiet, quiet such as me. A feeling, a feeling. My mood will fly in July. July is in full swing, warm and warm, calm and heavy, just like this plain life. When the wind blows, life is also like this. Before a gust of wind, many splendid stories are open Happily. The butterfly flies and the warbler dances. When the wind passes, just a few withered petals are held in the palm of your hand. Suddenly, my heart became relieved. Life was just like this. I came and went in a hurry. There was nothing that I couldn’t let go of. I didn’t bring death or death, and everything was empty, empty as I….. 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…

Lingering wanton butterfly beginning

Another year-end! I will act in an endless stream of life again! It is always extremely cold, and I will wait helplessly eventually. The north wind is cold and hard, the snow is falling, the summer flowers are gone, and the autumn leaves have no green marks, only the frost and snow charm. The extremely cold but red fire also cooled down the sincere enthusiasm. The lingering disheartedly cold, and let the dull gallop freely. Shrink back in a corner of the high-rise buildings, and keep the little residual heat alone, only holding the trace of persistence. The firewood is wrapped in red, and I will release all my enthusiasm! It also burned my coldness. As all black with left author literati, writing Chiaki love and hate, graphic Wanzai and sorrows, style bold Gough leisurely! One day, one day, one year, one year, one year, one life, one life! The years chased forward quietly. It was impossible to stop secretly. How reluctant! White hair and wrinkles have long chosen my sad appearance, but I have been looking forward to it for a few times. In fact, I dislike it most. Cry, laugh, joy or annoyance, who can change time and space at all? There is nothing left in the past, either happiness or worry, sorrow is thick! The year 2010 has passed so casually. Life has not changed. Will life really change? There are only a lot of things: I am worried about my parents’ old age and helplessness, I am worried about my beloved children’s poor academic performance, I am sorry for the poor health of my wife, I can’t bear to pay attention to my relatives and friends. What is more is just busy asking for the unbearable life and struggling for the trifles of life! Online events can show off, add and add a few degrees, and stay a few times! The romance in the legend appeared in the autumn waves of this year, and the dreams in the dream appeared in the morning of September. This may be the only butterfly change in 2010, a little fresh in the lonely year. Having been apart for more than ten years, I hope that I can enjoy the leisure squeezed out by words and the space made by painting and ink decoration. The blue screen flickers you and me, and the Song of Wandering in the Internet shows another kind of prosperity or coldness! One day I opened my eyes and passed away. One year I turned around and left. How many times can I miss in my life? How many times can I turn? Maybe when I woke up from a dream, I was no longer just looking forward to standing on the bridge. I will wave to my heart and let the beauty of yesterday go slowly! Try your best to stamp the broken yesterday! Looking back as soon as possible, stay in the past laughter and songs! When the sun rises again, hold more sunshine and enjoy more warmth! When the smile comes again, it is a little bright, and the pleasure is more graceful! When the space travels again, pick more flowers and plants to make the fragrance more fragrant! When we communicate with each other, we will have more thoughts to make our friendship more accompanied! Can poetry make a dream come true! Can dreams make good poems show off! At the beginning of the new year, I hope there is only new happiness and no new troubles. Meet the new beauty, never leave the old smile. Forever! 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…

My Ditan complex

On September 1st, 2004, it was my high school opening day. In the first evening self-study, I arrived in the classroom early. In this provincial key middle school, many excellent students gathered. However, I was never confident and had no ability to adapt to the new environment, other students had already started to get acquainted with each other, talking and laughing. I sat alone in the corner, which seemed so awkward. Maybe that sentence which was exactly in line with Mr. Zhu Ziqing’s words was theirs, and I had nothing. However, this situation was soon broken. The first thing the teacher did when he entered the classroom was to send out all the textbooks of the first semester of senior high school. Facing a thick pile of textbooks, I began to expect deeply that I could not wait to open the Chinese books and read articles one by one, when I finished reading Mr. Shi Tiesheng’s “I and the Altar of Earth”, I had already burst into tears. The new deskmate pulled my clothes corner, and I came back to myself. I was introducing myself to students before, it had arrived at me, but I didn’t know it at all. Finally, under the confused eyes of my classmates and teachers, I walked forward with tears to make a brief introduction, I couldn’t remember what I said at all, because I was full of that article at that time, which was the first time I got in touch with “I and the Earth Altar”. After the early self-study of Chinese, I always read “I and Ditan” affectionately, and then preview or recite the articles required by the teacher. When a person is born, this is no longer a question that can be debated, but a fact that God gives him; When God gives us this fact, the result has been guaranteed by the way, so death is a thing that you don’t have to rush for success. Death is a festival that is bound to come. Every time I read this, my heart was always tight. At that time, I was only 16 years old, and I was protected too well by my school and family. I had not experienced hardships and hardships, nor had I experienced the separation of life and death, but I also began to think about the proposition of birth and death with my master. Why did she get her mother back early? The Master said in the article that her heart was too bitter. God saw that she couldn’t bear it, so he called her back. This was a distressed but real answer. At the end of the second section, the master also said how anxious the mother had gone through to find her son in such a large garden. For the first time in many years, I realized that there were not only my ruts everywhere in this garden, but also my mother’s footprints in places where I had ruts. After reading here, I was moved by his deep feelings, which was also the first time that I had to reflect on myself deeply and recall all my mother had paid for me. This is the initial feeling given to me by “I and Ditan”, but when it comes to influence, it is one year later. The next year, I was promoted to Senior Two. At that time, my parents were further away from me due to work reasons. They only visited me occasionally. Once, my parents who had an appointment to visit me at school didn’t come, after boarding at school for two years, only this time, they broke the appointment. I was confused and angry. I even wanted to call to question about a week later, I met my mother at the door of the classroom. She looked so haggard that she hadn’t seen her for more than a month, my mother was much older, but I was still happy. After all, she came to school to visit me. Why didn’t my father come? I secretly thought. My mother saw my doubts. She lowered her throat and whispered that he was hit by a car. Now in the hospital… at that moment, I was completely shocked, only to feel that the sky was dim. My mother also said a lot, but I had no time to take care of her words. I only remembered that when she finally asked me to go to the hospital with her, I ran back to the dormitory resolutely. Escape, yes, escape. When I faced the fact that I was unwilling to accept, this was my first reaction, as if I didn’t go to the hospital to see my father lying on the bed with my own eyes, he is really not in bed. When I was studying at night, the classroom was extremely quiet. I looked through “Me and Ditan” copied in the diary. In the first few years after my two legs were disabled, I couldn’t find a job or a way out, suddenly I could hardly find anything, so I shook my wheelchair and always went to it, just because there was another world that could escape from one world. When he is in trouble, he has a place to go. What about me? I articles readable. The master sat silently in the Altar of Earth, went to think, pushed away the noisy and chaotic thoughts around his ears, and peeped at his heart. So he finally figured out how to live. And gave me positive and optimistic answers. That night, I tossed and turned for a long time. In this world, there was an article that made me grow up overnight. The next day, I asked for leave early and went to the hospital. Later, I learned that my father woke up after a week of rescue. The first sentence he said at that time was, don’t tell me, so as not to delay my study. This is a tall and magnificent father, and this is a mountain-like and heavy father’s love. Since then, I have become more determined. In June of 2007, after the college entrance examination, I chose the major of Chinese language and literature without hesitation. At that time, I had already firmly believed that I would be an excellent Chinese teacher in middle school, I want to teach every student such beautiful articles as “I and the Earth Altar”. I want to be a person who makes my father proud of it. In the whole high school years, “Me and Ditan” has always been lingering in my mind. It can be said that this article further inspired my love for Chinese and life, love for Life. In June, 2011, I graduated from university. That year, I was 23 years old. During this period, I experienced a lot of difficulties and setbacks. I was unemployed at home, and I was also brokenhearted and injured. This is life. God has arranged everything well, no matter sad or happy, only accept calmly. Now, coming to work in a new work unit is just like going to a new school eight years ago. I am inarticulate and need to integrate into a new environment. But at this time, I have grown up, there is not so much tension, but more calm, courage and faith in life. 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