To graduation season

The weather in Changsha suddenly became hot until today. The intermittent rainy days in the past and the mixed bright and sunny days formed the main color of the whole graduation season. Speaking of graduation season, in fact, I didn’t really feel the approach of graduation until yesterday when the college held a graduation ceremony, students competed to take graduation photos and had dinner and drink in the class at night. Then, it is really about to graduate, just like a girl who finally agrees to fall in love with you and feels that she is really in love. After getting the degree certificate and diploma, the four years of youth really passed away, and then they could only sink in the Sea of Memories and slowly stir up little spray. Suddenly I also thought of Haizi’s poem: facing the big river, I am infinitely ashamed. I wasted my time and felt tired all my life. Of course, such a state of mind is not like parting, but as unpredictable as the boundless Whirlpool of the future. A kind of reluctant attachment and reluctant farewell, a kind of confusion and ambition, is probably like this. After graduating from high school, I suddenly realized that I just woke up. That kind of awakening is a little bit of darkness brought by the means of thinking about the three years of studying in high school and the college entrance examination. After waking up, he integrated into the vast world of the university. The passion and possibility of freedom led him to rise. But at this moment, after graduating from university, we will face a bigger world, a world with numerous mountains and rivers, which is complicated and strange. And I don’t think like when I was young: I can control the whole world. Instead, I think I should strive to survive, develop myself, and let the halo of life expand gradually in the years. The University raised me in this city: Changsha. The mountains and waters of the city, modern buildings and entertainment facilities, cold and warm weather and ordinary life constitute its edification to me. I want to describe it, but the words are the only ones, not like Paris written by Hemingway or Mao mu, nor Dublin written by Joyce. I just feel that in this city, I left my agitated and confused youth. This kind of time includes destruction and creation, beauty and violence, passion, sweat, acne, games, spirits and so on. The perfection of life lies in that when you recall it, you don’t feel regret. But this feeling is almost impossible, just like the regret that when you find a beautiful woman, you will always feel that her eyes are a little small or her legs are not round enough. If life is full of beauty, we will certainly be satisfied, but sometimes, it is really a mess and naked vulgar. During the four years in college, many outstanding problems still failed to be solved perfectly, many deeply thought questions still had no answers to comfort themselves for a long time, and many things still failed to be realized according to the ideal, this is the side of regret, which is helpless and self-sad. Therefore, I often dilute it with the beautiful side, such as those quiet reading days in college, the love between you and me, the time when I played basketball with my classmates all afternoon, and the continuous running away and traveling. Therefore, when recalling, the past is like a gorgeous butterfly dancing and dancing, and constantly teach yourself the truth of life. 18 to 22 years old is the golden age of my life. At that time, I believed that I could live vigorously, I believed in the justice and conscience of the world, and I believed in the existence of all good things such as tolerance, sincerity and pleasure. At the same time, I also felt that in the face of fate, I should really do something to obtain my persistent existence. 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…

Omurice

Omurice

[1] on a hot noon, my colleagues and I chose to go to the mall for lunch, just to avoid the impact of the heat wave. When entering the shopping mall, a burst of sigh came to my heart and I haven’t come to this shopping mall for a long time. The crowd in the shopping mall was bustling and varied, including students after class, people on vacation, retired mother-in-law and parents-in-law, and people like us who were busy at noon. When I came to the food cabinet, I only saw the food stalls lined up with hungry people. At the time when my colleagues were still looking around and thinking about what to eat, I walked to a food stall selling egg-covered rice without any consideration and began to queue up. The human dragon is not long, but only a few people. I asked the assistant standing in the stall for a plate of rice covered with iron plate eggs, and then quietly watched the chef skillfully rummaging the food the customers wanted to eat on the iron plate. My thoughts also surged like a wave. The so-called rice covered with eggs was just to break an egg on the iron plate, and when it was ripe, then spread the fried rice on the egg, and then wrapped it up. Next, put a few pieces of chicken and rice covered with eggs on the iron plate together, as an ornament, and I don’t know whether it is honey or marinade on it, making the hot air rising steadily, A plate of rice covered with eggs was finished in this way. [2] I took eggs and rice, looked around, found my colleagues who came with me, and walked towards them. “Eat Egg-covered rice again? Why don’t you eat this every time you come here and try other food? “When I put down my egg-covered rice, Guoqiang asked casually. “There is no reason, but naturally I want to eat this when I come here. “I shrugged my shoulders and replied. “Aren’t you tired of eating? There are many other foods here. Have you tasted it? “The Imperial Academy also spoke. “Not greasy. I just like the rice covered with eggs here. I don’t know whether it’s delicious or not. I just like it. Once I like it, I seldom change. “I still replied as if nothing had happened. Guoqiang and Hanlin didn’t say much either. I sat down and started a silent lunch. In fact, that is just a habit. For me, eating is just to fill my stomach. But there is no denying that I am still picky about food and choose the food I like to eat. They were eating and chatting about some trivial matters of the company there. And I, as always, immersed myself in “eating”, but this time, I ate slowly because I had an extra thought. If I were in normal times, I would devour my food as soon as possible and then go outside the mall to smoke. [3] Looking at that plate of rice covered with eggs, I silently thought about my mind and my persistence. Yes, I am really persistent. I seldom change what I like. No matter eating, drinking, playing, enjoying, reading books, listening to songs, watching movies, or doing anything, I always cling to what I like and seldom change it. Therefore, many people will find that I always listen to the same songs, or see me reading old books or watching movies I have seen. They don’t understand that every aftertaste is a kind of enjoyment. Maybe because of my personality, I am very nostalgic. Therefore, I often find that I can’t put down my beloved heart, especially the people and things that can touch my heart. In the dark night, I like to play my favorite old songs. With the soft song, my thoughts will be like being pulled out of my body, rising Ran Ran, floating out of the window, floating to the past that has gone far away. Memory, only when you are lonely can you truly feel the original touching. Every detail and every word is rippling in the soft song. The world outside the window, whether the light flickering or the silence, seems to have nothing to do with me. I like to close my eyes quietly, imagine myself as a singer, sing my own voice, perform all the happiness, anger, sadness and joy, and infect the audience all over the world. [4] Love is also a kind of persistence. On that day, when I was facing the plate of rice covered with eggs, I couldn’t help thinking of her, a person I used to miss all the time. I still remember that we once sat at the same table, looking at each other and having lunch affectionately. At that time, we enjoyed each other. Although we didn’t say a word, the eye contact was enough to express all our admiration. Without candlelight or soft music, there is a slight warm current in my heart, just like a boat sailing on a sunny river, watching the willows on the other side swing with the wind, looking at dragonflies chasing each other on the river, listening to the river drifting slowly. Even in the bustling crowd, I still feel that I am in a paradise. My emotion started from a sincerity, and finally a helplessness, but paved a tortuous road for my life. Occasionally, I met with words and passed someone casually. My Sky changed from gray to colorful. Sorrowful clouds dispersed, let the morning sun pass through and let the setting sun render. Therefore, red, purple, orange and yellow appeared, a cloud color shining on people’s ears. Maybe the time when she misses her is less and less, and the time when she misses her, her and her is also gradually increasing. However, that doesn’t mean that my profound emotional experience has turned thin, but that my love has been distributed to all the people who treat me well. Today, what I can’t let go of is not just her, but the words and many people who accompany me through many difficulties that I love. I know that several years later, when I see something, I will think of all my sisters who are good to me like seeing rice covered with eggs. With the constant waving of my hands, a plate of rice covered with eggs soon left only a few grains of rice. Facing the empty iron plate, thinking that the past gradually disappeared in front of my eyes as time went by, and the deeply locked brows were tied again. Therefore, I stood up and told my colleague that I wanted to smoke, leaving the table. Before leaving, I told myself silently that I would like to eat rice with eggs next time. My love for her is always 2012.07.16 Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) 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. 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