Ground of the cooked rice

When I came back from dinner in the afternoon, I passed the student canteen and saw the cook collecting the rest meals for the students to feed pigs to the nearby farmers. When I saw such a half Basin, I suddenly felt very uncomfortable. I am not such a thrifty person. I wasted a lot of things in my daily life. What’s more, in such a space as school, there is nothing wrong with the cook’s behavior. It is impossible for the students to eat the rest of the food by themselves, and of course, it is impossible to sell the food to the students for the second time, so as to feed pigs, at least it has played some role, which is not a waste. But when I lowered my head and saw the floor at the gate of the canteen, I was angry because there were meals scattered by students everywhere. Those rice dishes were shiny and shiny, some were accidentally spoiled by students, and some were thrown away on purpose because they didn’t like to eat. I wanted to find those students, but all the students left. In fact, even if I found those students, what could I do? Criticism and education may play some role. Besides, I can’t watch them at the gate of the canteen every day. He had to shake his head and went back to the office. He was suffocated. I remember that when I was young, my family didn’t have enough food, because the grain output was very low at that time, and at the end of the year, I could only earn hundreds of Jin of rice. My intestines and stomach are not very good since I was young. Other children can digest everything they eat, but I can’t. Every time I eat corn, I will suffer from indigestion. My parents love me very much, so every time I cook, just cook rice for me alone. My parents only eat rice with me on festivals and festivals. Later, the yield of paddy field increased due to the planting of improved rice, and the times of eating rice at home increased. I remember the year when we started to plant improved rice. At the beginning, everyone was confused, because it was a brand new thing after all. But when the autumn harvest came, seeing the harvest more than doubled, my father was delighted. From then on, my father became more energetic in his work. Because I was in poor health and lazy when I was young, and my parents thought I was still young, I was usually not called to work. Until one time, I remembered that I was already in the third grade at that time, and it was the time to harvest corn. When I came home from school in the afternoon, my father said that my neck was uncomfortable, so he asked me to help look at it. When my father squatted down in front of me and took off his coat, I felt distressed, because there were blood marks on my father’s shoulder, and several of them were worn out, the bright red meat was exposed. Many years later, when I recalled the past events related to my father, that picture always appeared in front of me. I clearly remembered that the blood on my father’s shoulder was printed under the sunlight, with red light. At the age of twelve, it was also autumn. Because of the busy work at home, I gradually realized the hard work of my parents. When collecting corn, I also went to work in the fields. Because I was afraid of the pain that the corn leaves cut on my face, I carried the corn. After all, I didn’t have to wear it in the corn field. Because I had never done a similar job before. When I just carried the corn on my back, I felt very relaxed and carried it more greedily. But after walking for a while, I can’t drive any more. Therefore, I vent all my anger on the corn cobs in the basket, and throw the corn cobs in the basket everywhere. When the corn in that field was harvested, father asked us to go home first and said he had something to do. When it was getting dark, before my father came home, I went to the ground to find my father. I found that my father was searching for the corn cobs thrown away by me. I called him and he ignored me, I just looked up and glanced at me, and my eyes were full of disappointment. That night, my father didn’t scold me, but told me a lot about their childhood, most of which were related to food. My father told me this before going to bed. Because I came from the countryside and experienced all kinds of labor personally, my affection for food is much deeper than that of my peers in the city and many children who are not divided into five grains now. In their view, grain is just particles in the pockets of grain and oil stores. As for how the food came from, they seldom cared about it, and there was no need to care about it. Anyway, eat more if it is delicious, eat less if it is not delicious, or simply pour it out. As a teacher in a rural school, I always like to ask students to cherish food and crops in class meetings. However, every time I see it, it is the impatient eyes of children. I know, I am annoyed when I say too much, but this is also something I can’t help. In our hometown, every family has to raise a few chickens, not for eating meat or selling money, just to eat the rice grains we sow inadvertently when we eat. However, in the school canteen, what can eat the rice grains scattered by children? Those rice grains, like the dust under the ground, cannot resist the fate of being cleaned and then thrown down. Chuheridangwu, sweat wo soil. Who knows that it is hard to plate Chinese food. Even children in kindergarten recite this poem, but how many people can understand the true meaning of the poem, let alone children, even if we are adults? Some people say that the history of human beings is a big book, which is not bad at all. But for a grain of rice, how can their history be explained clearly in a few words? From ploughing to raising seedlings, from transplanting to irrigation, from ploughing grass to harvesting, and then grinding into rice, every step step step step by step is not allowed to be careless at all. It can be said that the whole life of a grain of rice is the whole process of a farmer from hope to joy. How much tiredness, sweat and painstaking efforts have been spent in this process, I’m afraid only farmers themselves understand. Every harvest season, whether it is May of wheat yellow or autumn of rice fragrance, is the moment when farmers have the greatest sense of accomplishment. Just think about it, after more than half a year of careful cultivation, a weak seedling finally becomes the power of life continuation. How can they have no sense of accomplishment. A friend who wrote poems said that farmers were the best poets in the world, because they wrote poems in the fields every day, and the name of that poem was life. Watching the cook sweep the rice grains scattered by the child together and prepare to throw them down, my love increased a little bit. In a trance, I saw a drop of glittering tears: a group of people, both men and women, some raised seedlings in the seedbed, some transplanted rice in the rice seedling field, and some mowed grass at the edge of the field, some of them are waving their waists and holding tears when they are turning over the rice. 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…

Popular in a market of laughter

My family lives in Chengbei New District, and there is a small vegetable market not far from downstairs. For many people living here, the first thing they do after getting up every morning is to pick up the basket and run to the small market. I am an ordinary person who can’t do without the fireworks in the world. Of course, he often goes to the vegetable market to buy vegetables. By the way, you can also climb the stairs and walk, exercise your muscles and bones, and exercise your body. Every time I saw these pink and willow green in my hand turned into delicious dishes in the plate during the meal, it felt really good. When the Oriental dawn, the sound of birds crossed the sky, the vegetable market downstairs began to be lively. The vegetable market in the morning was crowded with people; The goods were dazzling. The peddlers were full of screams and bargains, and there were also a burst of laughter and laughter from time to time. The market is full of activity tents, and the business of the breakfast shop is booming. There are soya milk, bean curd, fried dough sticks, wonton, dumplings, rice noodles, baked dumplings, steamed buns, noodles and so on, which are steaming, tangy flavor. Many residents rode battery cars, pushing tricycles, carrying vegetable baskets on their shoulders and shopping bags in their hands. All kinds of cars were parked on both sides of the road. The vegetable market looks messy, but it is full of vitality. Walking into the vegetable market, there were stalls on both sides, including white radish, purple eggplant, green spinach and red pepper. Besides green vegetables, there were also red and white pork, colorful pickles in jars, white-bellied fish, dark crabs covered with straw ropes, and numerous iron cages crowded with chickens, ducks and geese. Although the market is small, the variety of vegetables is quite abundant. I walked to the fish stall beside the Pavilion first, and chose a lively crucian carp. The peddler gently pressed the fish body with his hand, picked it up and weighed it and gave it to me. I went to the vegetable stall in front of the pavilion again, picked up a Chinese cabbage, opened the leaves, and checked whether there was any trace of being bitten by insects. The female vendor smiled and said to me: This dish is fresh. This elder sister who runs for the fourth year is from Anhui and has been selling vegetables here for many years. Every afternoon, I went to the vegetable wholesale market to pull back the vegetables. After returning home, I cleaned, selected vegetables and organized them. I got them here to sell them the next morning. On her vegetable shelf, there are cabbages, celery, spinach, pepper, eggplant, Dao Dou, lotus root, radish, yam, bean sprouts, mushrooms and so on, which are all in a variety of eyes and sold very fast. Come and buy it, your own chicken. Suddenly, a burst of shouting attracted me. An aunt was greeting the guests with smile. A middle-aged man’s chicken was fat and strong, clapping its wings and giggling. She saw this aunt skillfully tied the hen’s feet with straw. I didn’t eat chicken, duck, goose and other poultry with two feet since I was a child, and I was just making troubles here! Walking in the vegetable market, I suddenly saw an old lady selling corns with vicissitudes on her face. She shouted loudly: selling fallen grains! Sell sowing Zai! After hearing this, several ladies from other places rushed forward and asked around the old lady: is it a kilo? This sentence made me and everyone laugh. It turns out that the old lady can’t speak Mandarin, but she speaks the dialect of our officials, which means: corn is sold! Selling corn! However, that lady from other places couldn’t understand our dialect, so she made a misunderstanding, thinking that the price of this fresh corn was quite cheap, only six cents per jin. Therefore, there was a funny performance. The vegetable market in our community is very simple and not very large. There is only a long line along the pavement of Jianghua Road, and the head and tail are only dozens of meters long. Under the Iron shed, there are two rows of cement five-hole boards lying face to face, and the stalls are next to each other. Many people put two bricks or a flat stone on the ground beside the road, and then put vegetable blue on it. Although this is a small vegetable market, it is very important for people living in this community in the north of the city, and they cannot live without it. All stall owners in the vegetable market are very enthusiastic and good at soliciting guests. Ha ha, just pull your arm and put the dish on your hand. But you don’t have to worry that the dishes you buy will be short. Some of them haven’t completely learned the cunning of businessmen, nor are they smart enough to be honest, simple and responsible. Because these were a group of old people living in Qianjiang, Hutian and surrounding sand. They had a kind smile on their faces, and their eyes showed kindness and peace. Vegetables are grown by themselves, poultry are raised by themselves, eggs are planted by their own chickens, and fish are fished by themselves, they also touched the screws themselves from the river pond. If you can smile or greet them sweetly, they will be when you pay, grab a few more vegetables or add an egg to your vest bag. Thank you Lennon! Whenever I express my gratitude, the old people will happily say to me: Lao Yu, this is from his own house. My heart is always warm at this time. Most of these stall owners in the market have known them for a long time. Although some of them cannot be named, they often meet each other on the road in the community and nod and greet each other. Lao Yu, do you want to buy some Soge meat now? Every time I walked through the meat stall, I heard an old man asking me so enthusiastically. This old man and this meat stall are my regular buyers. He knows that I like eating pork and that I always buy lean meat every time. As for me, I was a good buyer of him. I never bargained, nor was I picky. Pick, chop meat, scale, pay, say 88. It was done in less than 5 minutes, then I carried the meat and left with satisfaction. Haha, that’s it. We seem to have become tacit and familiar partners. But every time as long as I stopped, the old man would hand a cigarette first and then use a lighter to make me angry, which made me embarrassed. In fact, the vegetable market is a small society, where you can get a glimpse of all kinds of social attitudes, all fairness and morality are free. In this crowded and crowded market, people all have satisfied and happy smiles on their faces 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…

Our sea

Nothing is more intoxicating like the sea, yes, although it is simply a large pool of blue water. When we were in primary school, we knew Darwin. He Said undoubtedly that human beings were changed by monkeys. We believed devoutly that our ancestors came down from trees. At that time, I was once fascinated by monkeys. They are indeed similar to us. But later I read a lot of popular science magazines and found that many people who opposed Mr. Lao da were not only opposed. Many people pushed down the monkey and said that they tended to say in the ocean. Their conclusion was, our ancestors were preserved dairy animals in the sea. After a long evolution, they gradually left the water, went to the shore, and gradually climbed from crawling to standing, becoming human beings. Science is a very rigorous work, and I am confused by two different voices. Monkeys are closest to human beings, which is very intuitive, but its vegetationalism is puzzling. Therefore, I put more emphasis on the ocean and said that the cruelty of human beings should be the embodiment of the jungle in the sea. In the end, the distant ancestors of human beings climbed up the coast. They suddenly felt tired of the leisure in the sea and felt that there was more space on the shore, so they were unwilling to go back to the sea. It seems like a legend, but I like it very much. Whenever I stand by the sea, I always think that human beings are so excited and happy when they see the sea. Isn’t it just the active nature of genes? We were so clean, just because we came from the sea! Facing the sea silently, its blue makes me unable to control myself, and the sea spray blooming in four seasons is also fascinating, but we can’t go back. Leaving is to let go forever, just like some emotions, it is difficult to look back if you want to grasp them. From time to time, we see several pieces of shells leaning against the arms of the beach. Their lives have come to an end, but we can see that beauty is still there, with colorful patterns and exquisite bodies, we always hold out our hands to pick them up and play in our hands. The thick and thin appearance and smooth lining are certainly not our kind, but there is a kind of kindness derived from our hearts, I don’t think we understand this kind of emotion very well. It is blessed to have the opportunity to see the sea. You can just sit there without saying anything. The mood is different from that of peace. The sea is so vast and unpredictable, facing its unknown directly, you without said. Facing the sea, there is no spring blooming, but endless imagination and inexplicable desire… Step on your name on the beach and tell the sea that I have been here. Maybe I will keep it, like keeping a mysterious dream, and then… What are you looking forward… 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…

Who am I?

When I wrote down this question, I was really confused. A 50-year-old man doesn’t know who he is? Isn’t there a psycho? Maybe, sometimes I really want to go to the hospital to have a check to see if my nerves are really abnormal? But after careful consideration, did I feel any unusual actions or remarks? After thinking carefully, I couldn’t figure out who I was, which was really the case. I am teacher as well as a farmer; It’s not that I hate Labor, but actually I love Labor very much. Today is the weekend, farmers in the countryside are still very leisurely, four people playing mahjong are gathered together, playing idle passes with each other, joking, free and comfortable, so they are not envious. What am I doing? According to national regulations, I should have a rest on Sunday, but I can’t. It is good to devote yourself to farm work today. On weekdays, how can I have time to do some personal work for myself? Finally, I had a five-day class like a marathon. I was too tired, but we lived in the countryside. We had to take care of the rural situation, instead of building a house in the neighbor’s house, there is no way for your family to ask you to help. If you don’t go, the neighbors will not say it. Of course, I am unhappy behind it. Because I didn’t help, my family’s expression was extremely unnatural when I saw it, it’s not authentic to smash you behind your back. There are also lovers in the village. I can’t cope with the job of helping. Despite this hard work, I offended some people. Fortunately, today, I have the opportunity to work for myself. Yesterday afternoon, when I finished my class, I should have wanted to go home early. There was still farm work in the field, but the village branch secretary next door to the school asked me to sing enthusiastically. The Secretary’s wife was very familiar with me, she runs a canteen at school. I often sit there, drink tea and surf the Internet. I am very familiar with it. Does she ask me if I can go? Put the car in his lobby. The decoration of his home is very beautiful. There is a large living room near the South, which belongs to the cutting section. The top of the house fell down and was very magnificent; I bought a new set of high-end stereo. So four or five of us who like singing picked up the microphone and sang loudly. Of course, the songs were popular in the 1980 s and 1990 s. We couldn’t sing and didn’t like to sing these songs, it was moaning, not rap, or chanting, just like chanting sutras. It was so noisy that people couldn’t hear the words. It was really not flattering. I am very devoted to singing. I have a good voice and always like singing. Although I am old, singing is to listen to the sound without looking at the face. Passers-by stop their steps, I thought it was the singer singing. At this moment, I felt much younger, and unexpectedly I was a little elated. I forgot the person who was over fifty years old and was going to be my grandfather. How good it would be if I could only sing! But the phone rang. It was from my lover. He asked me if I had finished school? I said let it go, she said if there is something wrong? I said there was nothing to sing. I know, my lover asked me to pull grass in the field. I hurried back by bike. When she came back home, her lover had changed dirty clothes and was busy washing clothes. She was very hardworking. After work, she hurried home and washed clothes overtime. She did not forget that we agreed to pull grass after school in the afternoon. I took off my clean clothes, changed into dirty clothes, and went to the ground to pluck grass with my lover. At school, my lover and I both wore clean and tidy clothes. At this time, both of them went to the ground with dirty clothes. When the villagers saw them, they joked: You two are too diligent, I just got home and went to weed again! The lover smiled and said: there are more grass than wheat, don’t laugh at people! We walked while talking, and soon we arrived at the ground. The red sun was still shining in the middle of the sky, and the weather was very hot. Let’s look at the grass in the field, which was higher than that of wheat. We gritted our teeth and went into the ground. One person slipped away, starting from east to west. The grass in the field is actually wild wheat. When wheat got up in March and March, the neighbor told me that there were a lot of wild wheat in your field. I bought Shima (name of pesticide) and typed it on the ground, but the pesticide was useless. Till now, wild wheat grows more fierce than real wheat, which directly affects the Yanghua of real wheat, it’s really not good, no wonder they laugh at me. After several hours in Paris, I looked at the wheat that had been pulled out. The black one was really cute, and what had not been pulled out was grass, which was extremely ugly. The sun had gone down, and we felt very tired. Our palms were all black, and there was a faint pain under the palm. That was because of pulling grass and cutting. Wipe the sweat on the forehead, report the grass out of the ground one by one, and put it on the ground. There are a lot of things. Look back at the wheat fields pulled out, clean and comfortable! When I got home, take a hot bath and have a rest. I will get up early tomorrow morning and continue to pull the grass. I wanted to sleep in advance, but the accumulated habits were hard to change. I turned on the computer, looked at my friend’s space, and returned my friend’s message. The literary dream in my heart rose up and I couldn’t help writing it. My wife saw that I was not sleepy, so she washed clothes while starting cross stitch. I wrote it for a while and went out to turn around the washing machine. In this way, I didn’t sleep until 12 o’clock. The next morning, my wife suddenly called me up. I heard her shouting and got up quickly. She didn’t know when I got up first. The washing machine was working and she had changed dirty clothes, I quickly washed my face and brushed my teeth, compared with changing into dirty clothes. It was only 06:01 when I saw the time. Most of the peasant families had not got up yet! When I arrived in the ground, I felt a little cold. My wife was really predictable. She told me to wear it thicker. I shivered all over, and she smiled and said, “What did I say? I didn’t say anything, so I took out a cigarette and lit it on my mouth. I took a sip of it happily. My wife scolded me, “If you look beautiful, you will know that eating millet grass can help you. Is it OK if you don’t eat it? I followed her to the ground, and said with a smile: A man cannot live without cigarettes. He is tired of working, so he can not eat meals or cigarettes! My wife said: What is delicious? I think it will damage your body! Know! Do you know you still eat? Hey hey, there is no way. I don’t want to eat either, but I can’t quit! Why don’t you give birth to a man in the next life and see if your baby still talks? Fart Hey Hey, I fart you love to hear! Look at your beauty, pull the grass well! There was dew in the early days, and the wheat line was wet, but it was better than yesterday to pull it out, because the grass roots were wet, and even the roots could be pulled out with strength, which saved trouble and Labor. Most wild wheat grows in the big row of wheat, which is easy to pull out, but some of them grow in the seam of wheat, which is difficult to pull out. It is difficult to pull out the real wheat together, every time I pulled out a needle of wheat, I couldn’t help feeling sorry. My wife said: I don’t think living people have any meaning. I said: Yes. You see, people think too much. Who is like our husband and wife, who is as hard as their grandson. They have to do farm work after work and have no rest on Sunday. Alas, why are people alive? My wife said: If I had known life was so hard, I might as well not get married! I smiled and said: Then why did you come to my village from your mother’s family? Fart! If you didn’t chase me, can I follow you? Look, are you willing to follow me and have a crush on me! Who sees in you? I am see that your baby is pitiful. She is 28 years old and has no wife. I just followed you. Do you think you are a golden doll? After all, you still have a crush on me and like me. Otherwise, the boy is very kind to you. Don’t you want to mix? Well, don’t you say that people’s feelings are so strange. In fact, that boy really treats me very well. Why do I have no feeling for him? Look, I said you like me, don’t you admit it? Don’t you want to recruit yourself today? My wife said: I can’t figure out that couples without affection have been mixed? Hey hey, what’s the matter? Isn’t it the same? Didn’t you hear the old man say: when the light blows, are all Imperial Consort Yang? Nonsense, are your men like that? Just knowing what to do with a woman, you can go to sleep, just like a dead pig. Nonsense, my man is the same, and I also want to marry a woman with feelings, or can I wait until 28 to get married? Isn’t it because you are a fox who attracts me? Hey, you said, was I really beautiful at that time? Of course, you are not beautiful, can I have a crush on you? There are a lot of women in the world, why do I have a crush on you? Alas! Look at Me Now, fat, ugly! Ugly what? In my eyes, you are still very beautiful. One meter Seven is big, with big eyes and bright Hu Lingling, white and ruddy face, strong body, clean and neat words, quick to do things, willing to work, who will help who will not praise you? Don’t listen to the neighbors saying: their wife can do well. She can teach, work hard, and live a life. It’s hard to find a lantern in the world! See you praise me, I am really so good? Who will coax you! Hey, seriously, I sometimes think that it is boring for people to live! Too. Busy all day, making money and calculating with each other. In the end, nothing happened. Rich people, like people without money, were all like a pile of bones. Could they be mixed? Why are people so stupid? Unconsciously, my wife and I pulled it to the other end of the ground. The sun is already half dry, and the red light makes people dizzy. I said: It’s nine o’clock, go home! Answering the question at home, my old mother had already made breakfast and was fighting for tomatoes in the yard. Seeing us coming back, she got up quickly. The family gathered together for dinner. I felt very hungry and had a big bite, feel rice delicious! The female partner of his wife called the county. I sat alone in front of the computer, opened the blog and saw a blog about my current situation written by Dai Xu. I felt that the analysis was very good and insightful. I read it while leaving a message. Now I found my position again. I feel that my mind is very active and I seem to know who I am? Is that one? I think a lot. As a teacher, I want to teach students knowledge and be a farmer to do physical work. Now I want to write some words. I remember that not long ago, I just wrote an article named my view of happiness. I once said that simplicity is a blessing, and it is usually the best. So I don’t want to think about anything, so as not to worry about myself, but when I read Dai Xu’s article today, I couldn’t help worrying about it. Is it ridiculous that Xiao Min worries about meat eaters? After careful consideration, this is not the truth. If the country perishes, can my view of happiness be realized? Can you still be a teacher and a farmer so leisurely? That is absolutely impossible! Thinking about me, I really have the feeling of alarmist of the ancients. But if we don’t care about state affairs, then our nation will die! The picture of the late Qing Dynasty was as clear as yesterday. The international situation was unpredictable. The situation in the South China Sea was on the verge of fire. The country advocated that harmony should be built. The robbers of the United States were ambitious and played with plunder from beginning to end in an attempt, after seeing a slight improvement in China, I suffered from red eye disease. I dealt with Korea in the Ming Dynasty and faced China secretly. I, the Chinese nation sung in the national anthem, really came to the most dangerous moment, however, the elite groups still sang the harmonious domestic alternative music, singing and dancing, and the situation was great. They didn’t dare to forget about the country! Living in the countryside, I am not fascinated by the high-rise buildings in the city in my heart; When I am a civilian grassroots, I don’t think it is my own sorrow, but it is a pity that the countryside has lost a lot while changing, what was lost was not only the original pastoral scenery in those years, but also the most primitive simplicity and innocence. People could not stand the baptism of the wind of money, and even the last line of defense was lost, become a slave of mammonism! The human relationship is as thin as paper, and the folk customs are not ancient; The next generation’s eyes are not clear about right and wrong, and people don’t recognize people before, even their parents don’t respect them, which is really the greatest sorrow of this century! I really contradiction. After a while, I thought about a simple life, and the simple way of living was my pursuit of no regrets; After a while, I worried for the ancients that it was impossible to be simple or plain, because there are a lot of troubles in reality that cannot be solved; I am free every day. Besides helping others, I wander around the village and see villagers who are carefree and playing mahjong, and I don’t know anything, I am really happy, sometimes I envy it very much, thinking in my heart, why do we need to know so much? If you know more, you will have more troubles. It is better to be a fool. No troubles are so good! I really want to be a fool. I eat and drink every day. I don’t want anything. I’m full to play and hungry to eat; I’m sleepy and sleep, how good it is! But I can’t do it! Teaching, doing farm work, writing and reading, and caring about national affairs are all indispensable! Although I know that I am grass-roots, speaking is the same as farting, and nothing can play a role, I can’t help but want to say; I also know that my works will never have any results, but I still want to write love to write; Sometimes I really want to become a psychopath in people’s eyes and live a muddled life. I suffer from contradictions every night, and I really can’t stand it. When I think about the Buddhist monks of Taoism, I really admire that they can let them go and think very openly, neither getting married nor participating in secular affairs, living a life of idle clouds and wild cranes, I had a daydream and wrote martial arts novels, showing my dreams vividly in the novels. Alas, who am I? Who am I? Who can tell me? Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. 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Rain

It rained for the first time in Mengcheng. At dinner, the rain rested, and the air was cold and awe-inspiring, which made people’s nervous nerves relax immediately. I remembered Wang Wei’s poem: the weather is late in autumn after the new rain in the empty mountain. It was summer, and such a sudden heavy rain reminded people of such verses with refreshing coolness. I walked out of the door. The Moonlight flows abruptly in this extraordinarily quiet village. There was a sound of frogs, and there was sparkling water shining on the fields of Voo wild field. Everything inevitably made people remember old people, so I took out my mobile phone and sent a text message. The moon is really big after rain. The air is also fresh, but the power went out. After a while, I received a text message, apparently she didn’t know my identity. You is? She said. Flowers! I reply past. After that, we talked a little more and became silent with each other. The hometown in the old days was Jiangxi. I forgot how we got to know each other at the beginning. After all, it was because of words that her wonderful writing was made. We have never seen each other, but we simply live in our own world. But the impression she gave me was gentle, and she was able to write words with a mouth and a heart. I believe she can balance family chores with words with ease. At the same time, he is a good wife and mother. The old words are full of Zen, fresh and refined, and sometimes there is a strong smell of fireworks. Reading her words was like looking through black and white photos one after another. Those fragmentary memories came to her, with a heavy breath of life, and also like an old song with slow rhythm! When reading the old “father”, I suddenly associated with Lin Haiyin’s “old story of South City”. Their colors are so consistent and gray, and their voices are devious. There are few ups and downs in martial arts novels. However, with the narration of memory, it can’t help moving people. The old words gave me such an image. On such a night, on this deserted path, I thought while walking. The trail under my feet has been built for two years. From west to east, it leads to the vast field. At midnight, villagers working in the fields returned home in twos and threes. I walked on the long road alone, feeling very disappointed. There was a gust of cool breeze blowing towards me. A person walked on this long road for a long time, feeling cold. So, I turned around and went back. When I returned to the house, it was dark. I blackened the mosquito incense and crawled to the bed. It was quiet around. Sometimes, a few gray clouds floated around the moon. The branches of birch trees have obviously extended to the front of the window not far away. After the Rain wetted the leaves, they felt extremely spirited. I stared blankly at all this outside the window, just like a dream. After a while, the sky began to rain again. The ticking rain brought people into another layer of delusion. When I was young, I was unambitious and wasted all day in the state of epilepsy. The time at that time may be as bright and ethereal as the moonlight before the rain, but it is beyond reach. Time flies. In a flash, so many years passed quietly. At this moment, galloping past, a kind of pain arises in my heart. As if the prisoner was put on the guillotine, I regret it. What did I catch? Twenty-two years old. In the dark, I questioned myself sadly. At that time, except for the heavy breath, there was only endless silence in the empty room. Lu Xun once said: If you don’t break out in silence, you will perish in silence. I think I am standing on the edge of extinction. The rain is getting bigger and bigger, and the rain is pouring like pouring. I recalled Song Jiang Jie’s famous Yu Meiren. The young man listened to the red candle on the upstairs of the Rain Pavilion. Prime rain guest boat in jiang kuo cloud low broken goose call Creek Wind. Now hearing the joys and sorrows under the stove of monk Yu, he was always Ruthless. He divided his life into three stages. But at this time, I had his current mentality and another kind of passion that the old man talked about the youth crazily. It was in this complex state of mind that let me steal a floating life for half a day and imagine the purity of remaining Lotus and listening to the rain in this calm night. A gust of wind blew from the window, carrying the wet rain. This is not a stable wind! How much passion it has made me awake from endless delusion. How much it looks like me, and my heart is full of anxiety and throbbing in youth. This rainy night makes my heart clear. 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. 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