Standing on the bank

Standing on the river bank, time flows away in front of us. Under the slowly flowing water waves, countless green algae float up and down; Above the water waves, the flowing air gently touches people’s faces. At this time, I will miss someone very much. He used to like swimming in this river. He swam from the bank of the river to the other bank and then swam back. He never felt tired of it, because the cool river in summer can relieve the summer heat. There are a lot of fish in the river, the most common one is wheat ears, and the number of groups is countless. If you find a good opportunity, you will get a lot. He keeps the fish in a big jar, it’s okay to see them swimming around. Once he was lucky to get a big turtle. He heard that the turtle was a good thing and very nutritious, so he asked his mother to drink stew soup. It happened that his grandmother saw it. Grandma believed in Buddhism and could not bear to kill, to stop it, he said angrily that Grandma was too superstitious. Grandma said, this is not a superstition of killing people, and it is not necessarily a superstition of killing people. Although he cried and quarreled, the big turtle was put back into the river and disappeared in the Green River. One year, it rained heavily, and then water came out. The riverway was filled with muddy water, and the spray rose high. He stood on the bank of the river, seeing a big tree drifting on the water, he realized for the first time that the river also had horrible moments, just like a gentle mother, he also had magical moments of anger. After that, he left his hometown, but he always came back to see the river. For many years, the mark left by the river dam after receding was getting older and older year by year. No one was swimming and fishing here. He knew that it could not be because the river bottom was getting deeper and deeper, but because the water was getting less and less, just as people’s life is getting shorter and shorter. However, the life of a river is different from that of human beings, because she can breed countless lives. An old person is one life, and an old river is countless lives, besides, a river shouldn’t grow old so quickly. It should be the common paradise for generations crossing the river. It used to be, and it should be in the future. That he jumped into my heart, and the memory was just like this. I poured a bottle of water into the river and melted into her thin body, but what effect could it play. Now not only the river water is less, but also the underground water is getting deeper and deeper, and it will rain in God, but rainwater is always not available, agricultural irrigation and industrial water, they all drew a lot of underground treasures without being polite. I think people don’t care much about this river. If people take every drop of water as the last drop of water to care for, this river may live longer. 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…

Memento picking up of eight

Silly mouth, our countryman cares that children always droop like silly mouth. San hanzui ranked the third among his brothers at home. He loved gambling when he was young, and his whereabouts was wandering in several nearby villages all the year round. Things in the field were thrown to his two elder brothers and one younger brother. When he was in his twenties, he was sentenced to prison for several years for insulting women. After coming out, relying on the cost of staying in prison, the broken cans fell down, which made some troubles in the village, almost rampant. The electricians in the village used to be a hard job. They usually had a lot of things, and it was difficult to charge, but they were also criticized by the villagers. It was a typical hard job. An old electrician who had worked in the village for more than ten years could not hold on, so he quit. Originally, this three-hanzui knew nothing about electricians, but seeing that it was profitable, he took the job. I hired an electrician and charged two or more to the villagers than before. The electricity meters in the village were all installed on the telegraph poles beside the streets in the village, and were locked with wooden boxes, it is up to him to decide how much the electricity meter has gone in January. Most of the villagers dared not to say anything. In addition, he spent money to dredge the relationship with the power supply bureau in the county, and no result was found when others reported it. Later, everyone was helpless. It took only two or three years to build five spacious large tile houses with blue bricks in the village. The base of the house was higher than that of one other person. He also married a wife and lived a better life than ordinary people in the village. Zhao daoer, four men and one woman in his family, is the eldest. His mother passed away early, so it was not easy to be a father to pull them. In the past, it was difficult for him to have a family. He didn’t get married, but several younger brothers became a family under the pull of his father and him. He has some asthma, which is called roar disease by villagers, so villagers call it roar disease. People are simple and straightforward, and they are not bad in the village. That was the summer of that year, on the new street in the north of the village, Zhao daoer and several other women in the village sat on the stones and chatted together. It should be the fate. San Han stopped to cut in when he passed. Somehow, they talked about the issue of electricity bill, and then they became stiff: they shouted at Sanhan for saying that it was shameless to charge more electricity bill, and Sanhan said that I would charge more, you can? Have you the ability to kill me? Shout out that you are a hero, just lie down and let me hit? These three silly mouths really lay down on the ground. Firstly, the words were irritated to that. Besides, there were several women watching the scene of bustle nearby, and they couldn’t face it. At ordinary times, they were a little dissatisfied with this person. At the moment, their heads surged up, the Roar really lifted a stone and threw it down. At the moment, his brain splashed, and the person lying there was more gas and less gas. The smashing people and the people nearby were both stupid and stayed there for a long time. It was also a woman who reminded me first: run, what are you waiting! Then he woke up and ran to the back mountain of the village. After a long time, people in the village informed several brothers of San hanzui. After calling the police, several women all said that they didn’t know where the murderer had gone. The police filed a case, but couldn’t catch anyone. The brothers of sanhanzui also had a common relationship with this brother at ordinary times. After going to the police station for several times, they saw no result and gradually lost their heart. The wife of sanhanzui is a Taoist, and she doesn’t know how to deal with it. Besides, she doesn’t have much affection with sanhanzui. I cried a few times now, and after a few days, I went back to my mother’s home after getting the money from my family. Later someone said that he had seen roar in a remote province. Somehow, I still hope he can live a safer life, although I know that he is a guilty person legally. 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…

Heart Lies

It is summer at this time, and the heat is hard to bear. The sun setting time is basically 7:55 these days. It was already 8 o’clock after dinner. I was washing the dishes with sweat on my cheek and back. My sister called me. Sister, hurry home. Mom was so angry that she couldn’t eat now when she knew about Dad, wash your face with tears all day long. OK, I’ll be right over. I quickly cleaned up the bowl, ran upstairs to take a shower and get dressed quickly, took the car key and rushed down the stairs. My tears kept flowing out of the stairs, mom is not worthy of her life for dad, too bitter, really too bitter. Since I was two or three years old, I have only known that my mother is the only one who does everything in this family except my mother. Dad to us is good or bad I am little impression of, because he has little time to love we, even if talking to us no time, let alone with us out to play, I don’t remember whether he had pulled the hands of some of our siblings. Of course, until now, my siblings and I have no feelings with him, and I don’t know why I make out with my father like other children. In his eyes, he was not interested in this family except gambling or whoring. My mother was dragged by our four children, and she had to go to the factory to earn money to support us to eat and study. From morning till night, she was busy and frowned. She seldom saw her smile, she often heard her sobbing on the bed alone in the evening. She cried for a long time. Every time she heard it, her heart was twisted like a knife, thinking about how she could help more with her tiny strength. At that time, I was in primary school and went directly to the fireworks factory to earn cash after school every evening. When I went home and put the money in my mother’s hand, it was my happiest time, because I can finally see a smile on my mother’s face again. Yes, I am sensible. Although I earn little money, my mother is content, because finally someone can care about her and feel that she has helped her, but she loves me after all, my child, go home earlier. Don’t be too tired. These words are often mentioned to me. In fact, I know everything. It’s just because my father is too irresponsible that she is so tired and painful that she can’t laugh. She has no reason to be happy, even a thoughtful word had never been received, as if she had stepped into the deep mire of sadness since her marriage. Now when we grow up and have our own home, we seldom stay with our mother, and we don’t know what she has now. Every time we go home, mom always cooks a table of dishes that our sisters like to eat. No matter how tired she is, she will be content to see us live well. She always has a bright smile on her face, which makes us unable to find the endless pain in your heart. She has been working selflessly for the family, for her husband and for the children for 30 years with her father. She always runs the family without saying a word, for the father she loved, she gave all she had. She was 6 years younger than her father, but the trace on her face was obviously more than that of her father. My mother was perfect, so perfect that even when my father came back and wanted to abandon her, he could not find any excuse and reason for her bad in any aspect. I was already sobbing when writing here. My mother was always painful in my heart, but I had no other way to make her happy and comfortable except to guide her with all my heart. Dad, Where is your conscience? Thirty years have passed, when did you let mom worry? When will she be happy? When will she feel comfortable? You always make her sad, worry, grieve and worry about everything. We, as children, see it in our eyes and feel painful in our hearts. We always think that you will have a day to turn back, mom always forbids us to expose your true face, fearing that you will have opinions on us and that we will be hurt by you. She has been thinking for everyone around her, but you, where is your heart, have you washed clothes for her even once? Did you wipe her body once during the more than ten days she lay on the bed after her serious illness operation? Did you wash her head once? Have you washed her face once? Have you ever comforted her? Have you ever loved her 6 years younger than you? You didn’t, you didn’t, you didn’t do anything. I didn’t go to investigate for the time being. Now, you are 56 years old, and you still have to mess around outside. The facts and evidences are all there, but you still have to swear that if I am good with that woman, I will not die. Do you think who will believe your nonsense? You swear too much. Do you think a lie can really come true once a thousand times? You said you were sorry for mom, so you turned around and went out to fool around with other women. You didn’t go home all night, which made mom cry for you all night till dawn. On your birthday, you brought your lover to your home to eat a table of food that mom had worked hard for you. Don’t you think your conscience was eaten by a dog? You gave the fresh dishes that mom planted early in the dark to that bitch at your fingertips, in the name of giving them to business partners. You didn’t do any housework at home, but went to help that woman farm and fertilize. If you have something fresh and delicious, you will be the first one to want to buy more for that woman. For half a year, my mother paid all the living expenses of the family with the salary she earned in the factory. Have you ever thought how tired and painful your wife is? What about you, where are you, where are the money you earned? We know the liver clearly. You are afraid that your lover will suffer. Where is your wife? Should she be your nanny, your servant and your servant? Who will bear what he has done for you? For thirty years, she has been working for this family for three decades. No matter how disorderly you are outside, she has endured it silently, taking all the burdens of this family alone and never quarreling with you, in order to hope that you can come back to her one day. It’s good that you can go home once a week, but you go home and make dozens of phone calls with your lover in front of your mother. How can your wife feel embarrassed? Where are your children’s faces? Dad, Where is your conscience? 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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If Acacia

I think I will spend my whole life to miss this beautiful encounter. A casual time, a casual glance, but encounter, is a lifetime of attachment. That clear smile, for a moment, stopped, blew away the lonely fleeting time, wobbling, became the most beautiful ornament in my life, and became the final song of lovesickness deeply buried in my heart. I didn’t know what it was, and went deep. In this familiar and unfamiliar city, looking for another familiar and unfamiliar figure is neither earlier nor later among thousands of people. Meeting you is the most beautiful accident. I often wonder if the fate of my previous life was too heavy, how many nights with flowers and full moon, how many late autumn with residual Lotus listening to the rain, and how many festivals with fireworks blooming were all my own. The bright moon is like a lamp, the stars are shining, the moonlight outside the window is bright, the moonlight falls down through the cracks of the plane leaves, the tree shadows on the wall are mottled, and the wind moves and shadows. Inside the room, a beam of Moonlight splashed on the floor, just like a small orange lamp, which was dim but bright enough to shine through the heart. I will always think of you casually at such a night. If I hadn’t met each other, I wouldn’t know that there was such a person who would make you feel so warm and have such a smile. Through the time, it would still make you smile at the corner of your mouth. When I met you, I realized that verses, such as how to say what to die, were only realistic about your thoughtfulness. Your smile and warmth always flow inadvertently, and a slight sigh from you will also make me feel sad. In this way, it touches my heart all the time and determines all my joys, sorrows and sorrows. Who is the passer-by of life, who is the wheel of fate, the endless sorrow of past and present. One day, I carved a face on the wall, like peach blossom, but sad, staring at my face. Will the love carved on the back of the chair be like the flowers on the cement floor, which bloom in the forest without wind. The noise and brightness of the world, the happiness and happiness of the world are like clear streams. In the wind, in front of my eyes, the warmth is like spring water. I have no extravagant hope, I just want to be by your side and never give up. As long as you are happy, don’t be sad, you know, I am really getting better. I hope you are the happiest person in the world, because from the moment I met you, I am also the happiest person in the world. My Poems and songs, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, I am only willing to do for you from now on. Let’s go to my favorite Jiangnan ancient town together, watch flowing water families, listen to fishing boats singing late, watch the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and relive the old dream of Jinling. I will take your hand and tell everyone that you are my greatest happiness. 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…