Rewind

Rewind

I am sitting in this crowded classroom. Neon lights are flashing in the dark night outside the window. Rainy Night in city. I remember you said he had a blurred beauty! Is it rainy or sunny? Is it pouring rain, or is it sunny? Is it rewinding or reality? I always repeat these annoying questions over and over again, and never tire of them. It was even like those withered flowers that would thank you, recalling all kinds of beauty in the world, so that they began to miss the past. The sun full of branches in spring and the fragrant cracks. I raised my head, and the fog in the night accidentally covered my eyes. Can’t I open my eyes, or have I never thought of opening my eyes? Just because my eyes are full of you, or only you? I know this is just my wrong feeling, and it is the vague state of the moment in the gap between my present and past. I can’t remember if you smell of tobacco? I can’t remember whether you have ever had that tearful face? Can’t I remember or not?! Summer nights always seem extremely cold. They always invade my pores out of control and instantly penetrate into my bones, making me cry inexplicably. Somehow I think of you, the sky blue umbrella which is raining heavily. It always stays there so quietly, as if the relationship between me and you is placed in the gap of time, never reincarnated, never died, and never reborn. In the rain and fog, the sky blue rusty umbrella was full of my own breath. He said he was very lonely. But only I know. I am not qualified to talk about loneliness with him. I am only lonely. In the boundless wilderness of time, in the silent and vicissitudes of night fog, I am just lonely for my feelings! This feeling is like a gorgeous and magnificent flood. The waves pounced on the rocks, but one day they would die in such a vigorous way and be surrounded by cracks. I can’t touch the old breath any more. He once came here vigorously and left peacefully. I’m just not used to the blank left by his retreat. Just like myself many years ago, I was just not used to the helplessness when I just entered a strange environment. Time is a savior. He will let this helpless blank disappear from my life one day. In turn, it becomes other gorgeous symbols. I can’t know how long this blank can last? It is not clear when the gorgeous symbols can replace their existence? And I only know that in this blank paragraph, I suddenly remember you in this cold summer night, and remember those beautiful things once or things that are no longer beautiful now. I only so!! This is not a rewind of time, it is just a rewind in the blank of my love. A confused, helpless, sad, helpless and untouching Rewind! But now, he can only be saved by time in a popular way, never reborn in the dark, that’s all! 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…

The original dream

At that time, flowers blossomed, and your smile embellished our helplessness in youth and frivolous. There is a mountain, the blooming season of Malan orchid, we lie in disorder, looking at the blue sky above our heads, longing for a free world. Too many words are silent, so we learn to be silent and communicate with each other with one eye. Seventeen Eagles with broken wings lay sadly on the sunny mountain, and the gentle breeze blew their tired hearts. Looking at the glittering tears flowing from the flying Sky, who would pick up those injured footprints and pray silently every winter, making their fragile hearts surpass. Now I have already lost the light blue and clear sky above my head. In a small town in Jiangnan, sometimes I feel sad inexplicably. Some people say: we are isolated islands in the vast sea of people. I drew out my sword for fear of hurting the backbone of the world, so I chose to shrink from one corner to another for fear of hearing the noise and harsh pain of the world. But in the journey of yearning for the front again and again, I hid all the pain, with a hypocritical smile on my face, stepping on it slowly, when I was sad, only I tighten in the corner and keep crying. But when I packed up everything and prepared to go on the road happily, the harsh sound of the world broke my wound again and again. Question: Are people destined to seek liberation in pain and sorrow and trace of happiness in their whole life? Buddha said: If the heart is like a bright mirror, where is the dust dyed. And in this world, who can surpass the secular world and emerge into an immortal. Thousands of worlds, all living beings. We are just ordinary grains of sand. What’s the joy of life and what’s the pain of death. What is rare is that don’t lose your way in the ups and downs again and again, and you can find your own position. I felt at ease and longed for myself to be an Eagle, soaring in that blue and getting rid of all fetters. But these can never be realized. It’s just a dream, a desire, and a search for some relief after being injured in reality again and again. Will you see each other’s shadows in a street or a supermarket tomorrow. Shaking in the crowd, the seventeen eagles that once broke their wings ran away from each other in the boundless blood-stained earth again and again. I can’t find the shadow of flying, how many of them have been submerged in the deep valley, 17 Eagles, 17 young people who don’t understand the world, made mistakes in the young and frivolous, and broke the wings to fly, it is God’s least punishment for them. What we can do has been done in the name of love by those who love us the most. What can young you and me do? Meet those familiar things that cannot be familiar on the desert islands. But at a loss, we were defeated in this way. If you are an eagle, you have to accept the test of life and death from the sky to the valley again and again, so that you can develop the wings of the blue sky. If you are a steed, you have to turn up in the fall of running again and again to practice the good foal galloping on the battlefield. Goshawls, steeds and animals still seek free space in sufferings to show their own elegant demeanour. Friends, and what about us? How many people’s dreams have been broken by those in the name of love, breaking their wings and softening their muscles and bones. And we also learned to sit still and die. Can’t you fall down in the storm again and again? Are you just waiting for others to send you leftovers? Those who love us most will also end in prosperity on the train of time forever. There is a long way to go, how can you go on? Please give us free space and wings to fly. And we also need to look for the free space belonging to us, those lost dreams, and set up sails to sail far away! Only with dreams can we have a future. 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…

zhi yin gu li outside Some Thoughts Concerning bosom friend

I didn’t have the ability to go to college after graduating from high school. My family is poor and has no money for me to go back to school. My father works in a township unit and is a commodity grain registered permanent residence. My mother is a rural registered permanent residence and lives in rural areas for farming. At that time, half of the households mentioned were in our family. I was 17 years old when I started to go home to farm. I am a lonely teenager. Although the countryside at that time was not as old as the old one, the small one, however, there were very few villagers like me who went home to farm after graduating from high school, let alone high school classmates, even junior high school students and primary school students seldom farm in rural areas. Anyone who has read for a few days and crossed the school door for a few years will find their own way to jump to the farm door. Some of the students went to join the Army; Some went to township enterprises where wages were hardly guaranteed; Some learned skills, such as carpenters and bricklayers. I farm at home. In the 1980 s, the conditions in rural areas were poorer both in material and cultural aspects than now. Every week, there were few county and city newspapers that belonged to tabloids in my hands in one year. There is no electricity for most of the year. I worked in the field during the day and accompanied me at night except for a piccolo, which was a radio in my family with a history of several years and often broke down. One night, I listened to the drama “Mountains and Rivers” broadcast on the radio. I didn’t know the word “bosom friend” before I heard “high mountain and flowing water. In life, I have no bosom friend. I can only understand my bosom friend. I hope bosom friend. I was very interested in the drama “mountains and rivers”. I wrote down the names of Yu Boya and Zhong Ziqi, and I wrote down the story of mountains and rivers. However, there are too many unknown things for me, in other words, bosom friend. A few years later, I worked as a temporary worker in the unit where my father worked. I saw black and white photos taken by my father’s colleagues and fiancee on the guqin station in the provincial capital of Wuhan in the photo frame of my father’s colleague’s house. That photo gave me a long insight. I imagined that Guqin Stage was the birthplace of bosom friend culture, or the hometown of bosom friend. On the New Year’s Day of 2009, in order to relieve my son who was in high school, I took his vacation to take him to Wuhan, the provincial capital. My son and I came to Guqin Stage. I have another purpose: to explore the unknown things of my bosom friend. There are 3 characters on the surface of the wall beside the gate of guqin platform, as well as few words introducing mountains and rivers. Entering the front room of the guqin platform, a radio machine in a small room kept playing the song “mountains and rivers”, and a couple took photos in the small room. There was a small grave in one corner of the hut, and there was a sign of the tomb of Zhong Ziqi beside the grave. I thought that the Guqin Stage was undoubtedly the hometown of Zhiyin. In another flat tile room in the guqintai courtyard, celebrity calligraphy with the theme of high mountains and flowing water or intimate friends is displayed. The taste is good, but the people who come here are only twos or threes. Few people buy small souvenirs with the text logo of a bosom friend. There is no one paying attention to the original calligraphy of 50 yuan, which is placed on the table and is called as a famous calligrapher in Wuhan today. In guqintai courtyard, probably in order to attract tourists, there was also an activity of guessing riddles with prizes. I chose a riddle: the Chinese people have stood up since then. Type the name of a newspaper. The answer I guess is Liberation Daily. The prize I got was a pocket book which was hardly worth money, had no use and had no commemorative significance, and could only be used for children to play. I took photos for my son with the second-class camera I brought, and my son took photos for me. There are no other tourists around us, and no one can take photos for our father and son. I didn’t store the photos in the camera. I thought the photos were OK in the camera. I didn’t wash them out. At that time, there was no computer at home, and my son didn’t tell me, I took the camera to school to take photos for my classmates. Maybe because of the limited capacity, my photos at the guqin station were lost. On March 24th, 2012, Dahao Heshan Tourism Development Co., Ltd., Changjiang Daily Newspaper Group Hanwang, the first intimate friend culture and Strategic Development Forum of tourism industry jointly hosted by China Volkswagen Online and other units and the online essay writing meeting of intimate friend culture in Dahao Heshan scenic spot was held in Jiuzhen International Resort, Caidian District, Wuhan city. 3 yue 9 ri, The post of hosting the activity was topped on han.com and Chinese Volkswagen. At the beginning, I didn’t want to participate in this activity. I had concerns. Our current job is self-employed. We Family annual income is not high, earns in a year half is the annual spring, spring and summer of 3 months. I can’t go anywhere in these 3 months. We only slept for 6 hours every day, and we couldn’t take care of eating. There was no special person to cook on fire. We cooked with an electric cooker, and the same dish was put into the electric cooker to steam and eat. The beds that have been rested every night can’t be picked up immediately. In order to simply settle down between heaven and earth, the normal order of life is gone. It is normal for our people to do things normally. Of course, no matter how busy I am, even if I stop writing and the time of surfing the Internet is compressed and compressed, I insist on checking in, taking care of and reading new posts in the forum where I work as bamboos every day, replies. I read the PEN Club activity post on the day it was posted. If I participate in the activity, the organizer will ask me to go, will it add trouble to others if I can’t go?! However, as the moderator of han.com and Volkswagen, I focused on participating. I couldn’t go, so I just made it clear to the organizers. I replied to the post and explained that participation belongs to participation. It is best if the organizer doesn’t arrange me to go. If I am arranged to go, I can’t go. Actually, I really want to go in my heart. There are many teachers and friends in the literary circle and colleagues on the internet who have a rare chance to meet them. Once I was Guan Gong in Cao Ying and Han, I am at home, I flew to Jiuzhen Mountain with my fellow teachers and friends. I don’t have the ability of Li Bai to write “sleepwalking in the sky and singing to leave”. I can only write a poor work of “a bosom friend outside his hometown” without going to the scene of Jiuzhen mountain Pen meeting, the draft was finished on the paper on April 23th, and it was not sent to the Internet until June 22th, and the deadline for writing was April 26th, which had already been missed. It can be seen that the importance of survival to me cannot be compared with other things. However, no matter how hard the material life is, there are some things in spiritual life that I can’t give up and can’t get in place. Third, I did not leave the house, and I enjoyed the essays and photos of the PEN Club describing the culture of intimate friends on the Internet. I feel the same way. I am happy with everyone’s happiness and happiness. I in zhi yin gu li, great rivers visit division will be friends. I wandered in the picturesque and quiet Jiuzhen mountain romantically. I breathed the fresh air. I accepted the baptism of nature and felt much more elegant. During the day, I tasted Jiuzhen health soup with my teachers and friends in the health care Hall. At night, we sat by the bonfire and listened to Mr. Gu Weihuang, a writer and poet, reciting his poem “you are here, but I can’t find you. I was moved by the true feelings that Mr. Gu Weihuang missed his mother from another life. This is the charm of culture. If it weren’t for this activity, I didn’t know that the hometown of Zhiyin was Jiuzhen Mountain, Caidian District, Wuhan city. In the past, the amount of information given to me by the drama “mountains and rivers” and the Guqin Stage was too limited. This pen fair activity also solved a mystery of my 30 years: how to master the rhythm during the period of Zhong Ziqi. Developing tourism and making good use of cultural resources has already become an indisputable proposition, which can only be demonstrated from two aspects: how to make use of cultural resources and what kind of cultural resources to make use. The first intimate friend culture and Strategic Development Forum of tourism industry and the online essay writing meeting of intimate friend culture in Dahao River Mountain scenic spot is a successful example of developing tourism industry and playing cultural cards. On April 14th and April 16th, I received text messages from Mr. Gu Wei Huang han.com and China Volkswagen Online respectively: I invite you to be the judge of the first session of the cultural network Award of bosom friend in the Great Rivers and Mountains scenic spot. It is difficult to arrange my time and my strength is not qualified for the position of judge. This is Mr. Gu Weihuang’s trust in me and the call of bosom friend culture. I am glad to accept Mr. Gu Weihuang’s invitation. I studied every essay carefully. I worry level not high of course criticism biased, I will be selected of 3 Essays No Reply to post, I just to text the Valley not Mr. Huang. As a result, the two articles of grade award I selected were also the grade awards finally announced. I named 3 article in first article is famous, I didn’t know articles by famous writers not part of the competition. Fortunately, my selection has not been biased. Four all a beautiful story or a wonderful legend can enjoy and inspire beauty. Intimate friends need foundations or conditions. Yu Boya is a composer, and Zhong Ziqi has profound attainments in the aspect of melody. In my spare time, I cut down bamboos, Woods and so on to make all kinds of musical instruments. I practiced my skills diligently, and the music theory gradually reached the state of perfection. It was said that Zhong Ziqi’s father was the chief musician in the Palace of Chu State. Later he ran away with the maid-in-law and went back to his hometown Zhong Jiatai. In order to avoid chasing and killing, the whole family moved to the nearby Jixian village. All the people living in Jixian village were Xianyin. They lived a quiet seclusion life. Although there was no noise of chariots, horses and bamboos in their ears, the words and deeds of their parents gave Zhong Ziqi a special gift, zhong Ziqi has high musical skills and savvy. He also said that before Yu Boya met Zhong Ziqi, no one in the world could understand Yu Boya’s piano. Zhong Ziqi was the first and the only one who understood Yu Boya’s music. It can be seen that the high threshold of bosom friend cannot be reached by ordinary people. No wonder it is enough to have a bosom friend in life, and the world should be regarded with the same heart. Another condition of bosom friend is that both parties should be frank with each other. This is more important than the threshold of a bosom friend. I don’t believe that there is only Zhong Ziqi who can understand Yu Boya’s music in the world. Maybe some people are unwilling to say it even if they understand it. The player’s pop-up is obviously “high mountain and flowing water”, and the listener knows it clearly. However, the listener does not say that the player plays “high mountain and flowing water”. The player plays “mountains and rivers”. The listener says that the player plays “mountains and rivers”, while the player doesn’t want to be a bosom friend with the listener, saying that what the listener says is wrong. In the floating world, in the secular world, there are too many people who say something against their will for personal gain or for ulterior purposes, and there are almost no people who tell the truth. In this way, bosom friend is more likely to meet but not to seek. Zhong Ziqi was willing to be a Woodman of idle clouds and wild cranes. Maybe it was just a legend. Why did Zhong Ziqi die so coincidentally in the second year after seeing Yu Boya. He Xu, Zhong Ziqi was invited by Yu Boya and went out of the mountain to be an official. The Story maker thought this ending was not attractive enough, so he designed an ending of Zhong Ziqi’s death in the mountain forest, it makes people feel sad. The appeal of this ending is unique. In the floating world, no one is willing to be an idle and wild crane. In an Open era, those who have the ability, those who have no ability, and those who have great abilities, are originally small to show themselves out. Take myself as an example. I had intended to stay in the countryside for a lifetime, read poems and books, cultivate farmland, reproduce descendants and die in the countryside. However, the countryside was so poor and hard that I couldn’t stay. Secular people looked down upon me and said that I didn’t pass the exam. They pushed me behind me, I became a deserter and jumped out of the farm gate. After years of hard work, I became a commodity grain registered permanent residence and became an urban resident. It is rare for me to have the strength of the clock. It is a lie that we live in the secular world without the pursuit of fame and wealth or worldly things. It is impossible. However, we can only purify our souls with the concentration of Zhong Zi period, let us slow down and slow down on the road of pursuing fame and wealth, return to nature and reflect on ourselves, try to be indifferent and then indifferent, and the mentality is normal and normal, because we don’t have much energy to chase the shocking things. In the first intimate friend culture and Strategic Development Forum of tourism industry jointly hosted by Dahao Heshan Tourism Development Co., Ltd., Changjiang Daily Newspaper Group Hanwang, China Volkswagen Online and other units and the essay solicitation activity of intimate friend culture in Dahao Heshan scenic spot, we were rated as the best participating family by the organizing committee. We received 3 tickets [complimentary] for Jiuzhen Mountain scenic spot sent by Mr. Gu Weihuang in a letter. After finishing the busy time, my family and I went to visit the hometown of Zhiyin —— Jiuzhen Mountain scenic spot, Caidian District, Wuhan city. 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…

A person’s day

A person’s life is always lazy. I open my eyes every day, open the curtains casually, raise my arms to cover the dazzling sunshine, and I feel it is a kind of happiness. After all, I am still alive. I came to this city built of reinforced concrete with unwillingness to fate, and made an expedition towards the world of spiritual belief. Tiangaodehou do not know, human initial. I twisted my body desperately, just wanting myself not to be easily corroded by the colorful life and then paralyzed. I only know that I am a woman, but I want to live like a man. Breaking off your fingers, all the past, youth time is not much. When youth passes away little by little, the notes of the soul are filled with sweat and bitterness. We, young people, used to spend as much as we could, and then spent the rest of our time desperately saving the time of being entertained by ourselves. With slender fingers to grasp the Gap of Time, helpless, it eventually lost to time. That is our youth! After all, I have left a series of firm and confused footprints. Hold the glass lightly, fill yesterday’s sadness and drink to the moon alone, swallow the stomach full of melancholy. Take the fleeting time and mess up the floating life. I remember that year, she often looked up at the sky and talked about her ideal with the Stars and the moon alone. Although she didn’t know what the ideal looked like at that time, she often heard people talking about it, so she thought it was cool to talk about it. Naive and innocent and lovely, I love that girl. In this year, she was easily captured by setbacks, changed her mind shamelessly and forgot the prototype of her ideal. She was complicated and looked ferocious instantly. I hated and loved her. Walking on the noisy street corner, looking around, it seemed that I couldn’t find a small position belonging to me. Red light, green light, yellow light. Stop, walk, wander. Passing vehicles and pedestrians shuttle through each other. They are actually the same as me. They are all a corner of this city and slaves of this city and life. Among these people, there are poor people, millions of rich people, and beggars who live on begging. Some people are experiencing the pain of losing their relatives, some are ecstatic about getting rich overnight, some are busy rushing for tomorrow’s meeting, and some are drinking coffee, listening to music and enjoying life, that’s Life. I am just a tiny dust in the desert, a small drop of water when the sea shoots waves and flowers. No matter sorrow and joy, pain or hardship, you must always stand up and accept all the baptism given by God. In our life, we can forget rights and honors, but the years we have experienced are unforgettable. Find out the past in the dusty memory and have a hangover, recalling the feelings and feelings at the beginning. 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…

Xiang from Ward 7

I don’t know how to express my feelings, just like being blocked by a wall and unable to find a breakthrough. I am an ordinary nurse, I love my profession very much, and the patients also like my gentle character, so they always come to me for anything, saying that other nurses are too fierce and afraid, so I have to be bullied. But I never feel sorry for God, because our job itself is to send roses to others to leave lingering fragrance, so I am also very happy to do more for others. However, there are also some patients who don’t let go of any trivial matters. How to explain is of no help, and communication is very laborious. A few days ago, I was on duty and the ward was very busy. I helped my colleague who worked together to change a bottle of medicine. Out of kindness, the result was not optimistic. I walked into Ward 7, walked to the bedside of bed 23, and changed the dressing for a patient named a xiang. I saw that in order to save a drop of medicine, she left very little liquid in the infusion set, even there is no liquid in the infusion pot, blood vessels have returned to blood, and even some coagulation. I vaguely heard the comments from other people in the ward: This stingy man is very ill, miser ‘I didn’t quite understand her behavior at that time, and I didn’t think much about it. Seeing it, she came forward kindly and changed a new infusion set for her. Unexpectedly, she flew into a rage and said to me angrily. Every day, others didn’t change the dressing like this, saying that I didn’t know how to return to the rules and fake products. I explained to her patiently that she became more and more excited as if she was going crazy. She also said that she doubted the ability of all doctors and nurses, and she was very worried about her treatment. I’m not arguing, just busy with other things.. Later, as long as I saw me or heard my voice, I shouted at my throat and asked me what my name was and wanted to sue me. I had no choice but to smile. When I got home, I felt very depressed. What kind of way should I treat my patients properly? Is the harmony of human society really Stranded? I almost stayed up all night. As soon as I went to work the next morning, I hurried to inquire about a Xiang’s situation. Some colleagues with bad temper reprimanded me severely and said, “You are right. What’s the terrible thing? It really brings shame to the nursing team. ‘I said that things eventually started because of me, and I felt guilty. Then she was concocted again: you are kind-hearted, help me, what’s wrong? It’s her own business for her A Xiang to feel uncomfortable, sick, you are really mediocre. Finally, I was speechless and couldn’t help blaming myself. I didn’t know what to do. Later, when the head nurse knew about this, she not only didn’t criticize me, but also praised me, saying that I am a qualified nurse who actively helped colleagues and communicated well with patients. It was great, besides, A Xiang is a little abnormal. My service attitude is very good, and the whole ward praises me for being sensible.. After listening to the leader’s words, I seem to understand something. Only when such a person has figured it out by herself can the big things become small and small. I came to Ward 7 again with relief and communicated happily with the patients. At this time, A Xiang called my name again. I thought that disaster was coming again. I was about to explain to her, but she grabbed my hand and said: you are a good person, God bless you. At that moment, my melancholy thoughts disappeared, and a warm current came to my mind. What a great thing to be understood and recognized. I walked out of Ward 7 and imagined the old faces of A Xiang, just like my mother’s age. They had worked hard and saved their whole lives and deserved our respect. Of course, I also understand a Xiang better. Facing the summer full of green outside the window, I started the work of the new day with confidence and passion that I had never had before, and also explored the mission of my whole life with greater persistence. Understand long live……….. Understand our parents understand our children understand our brothers and sisters understand our loved ones understand our leaders understand our colleagues, classmates, our fellows understand our benefactors and enemies understand our society understand our patients and family members understand Precious Tears and smiles understand people who can’t help themselves understand the contradictions and repulsion between people understand the human world all 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…