Beautiful worried about

There are always too many concerns in life. Parents care about children, old people care about children, men care about women, wife care about husband care is an invisible red silk thread, invisible, touch; Care is deep affection, deep love; caring is a continuous knot of heart and a silent poem. Care is not born. Generally speaking, underage children don’t know much about it. Even if you are an adult and go to college, it is hard to understand the feeling of caring. I remembered that when I was 18 years old, I left my hometown to study in the city. My mother sent me to the bus station outside Wuli Road for a ride. It was already over 1 o’clock in the afternoon, and the car hadn’t arrived yet. My mother was afraid that I was hungry, so she hurried into the restaurant and bought some steamed stuffed buns for me with the few cents left after buying the ticket. I took the steamed stuffed bun passed by my mother, and it was wiped out just a few times. After I finished eating, I realized that my mother was still hungry. Before getting on the bus, my mother told me to wear cotton shoes when it was cold and not to let my feet suffer frostbite; She also asked me to fight for the villagers, study hard and serve the motherland. When the car started, my mother stood beside the car and waved to me. I saw my mother’s eyes filled with tears, but I didn’t think so. I felt very happy in my heart, because I finally went to the city to go to college, and finally I no longer worked in front of the loess back to the earth like my ancestors. I felt relaxed. My mother’s tears didn’t affect me too much. Later I realized that it was my mother’s concern for her son. In town reading, whenever summer and winter vacation home, mother happily from ear to ear. He asked me this and that. Sometimes I asked too many questions, so I complained: Mom, don’t worry about me. I am no longer a child. My mother smiled and said: This kid has really grown up. At that time, when I was young, I didn’t understand my parents’ nagging, which was just a little concerned. Later, when I was a husband and a father, I truly realized the meaning of caring. My son has been in high school for three years in No. 1 Middle School of Yueyang county. To say that the journey is not very long, he still cares too much about his son. Every Sunday, we took a bus to visit the child, brought him some fruits, accompanied him to have a meal, and sometimes put some money in his pocket. Later, my son went to college in Lanzhou, and I called him every weekend, asking him if he was not used to living in the northwest and whether the money was enough or not? In the autumn of the year before last, when hearing that my son fell down when he was in PE class, his face was badly hurt, and he did not wash his face for half a month, his parents felt really sour. My son has been in college for two and a half years. After several winter and summer vacations, his wife can’t stop talking. His son is a little unhappy when he listens too much. Sometimes he has to contradict his mother for a few words: you are finished, I am a college student, do you still want me to eat and dress? I laughed secretly aside. My son is just like the nagging I used to treat my mother. I appreciated my wife’s concern for my son, and at the same time, I also understood his dissatisfaction with my mother. Because he is still young, he is still a child, he lacks life experience, and he doesn’t know the concern of adults. When he was mature, when he was a husband and a father, he really understood what care was, and he also had little care for his relatives in his heart. A few years ago, a song named “the one who cares about you is me” once made singer Gao Linsheng famous overnight. This song has a beautiful melody, like a song or a complaint, which resonates strongly with the vast audience. Many years later, this song was still singing in the streets. Perhaps it is this song that expresses the aspirations of many people that makes them have such strong vitality. One concern, one feeling, one concern, one story, concern is the continuous pain in the soul! Like (prose editor: Dielianhua) 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. 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Autumn Rain of lilac

Rain andplanes, thin shirt difficult against light rain light cold. At dusk, I listened to the sound of raindrops hitting the canopy in front of the window near the water, ticking, lonely and monotonous rhythm, which made my mood lonely and monotonous. The scene in front of me seems to be a replica of the same day four years ago! At that dusk, it was also like the silk rain, the cold and cold, and the silence and desolation. The restless factors in memory start to sprout and raise their heads. The days after class resumption were very busy, which slightly cushioned the pain brought by the earthquake to me and my students. That disaster made me lose my good friend who had worked together for seven years and my students lost my English teacher who had been together for three years. When people found her under the ruins, she was already dying. But the first sentence she opened her eyes and asked was: are the children still good? Looking at her pale face, her breath was like gossams, and the children were heartbroken and cut, crying and shouting around her. However, no matter how true the call was, she could not retain her life. Holding her hand, I felt that life was gradually disappearing in my palm, and the vitality was pulled away instantly. My children and I embraced together, crying in the dark. In the following days, silence and sadness filled the whole class. When I take a Chinese class, I accidentally mention my English scores, which will cause an uncontrollable cry; When reading newspapers, when talking about the earthquake, it will cause a burst of sigh. During that time, tears and silence occupied every nerve endings. I didn’t dare to face them, but I had to face them. Helpless and hard like a blunt knife, my heart was torn at night and stitched in front of the children in the daytime. Then it was torn and stitched again and again, again and again. When I cried again and again, I hoped that the children would forget the past quickly, get out of their grief, and learn calmly, the language was so pale and powerless. Because I know that that memory has been integrated with their hearts, and what kind of pain and worry it should be if they want to get rid of it! On that day, maybe God felt the sadness in our hearts, and it rained all day long. It rains in Shangyuan season, and people on the road are dying! The matter of burning paper money for friends was delayed after dinner because of busyness. I was going to the classroom to pacify the students. I secretly went to the hill where she often walked, burnt a few sticks of incense, and talked about the feelings of missing. I didn’t tell the children what I thought. I thought they forgot the special day of July and half. However, I underestimated their emotions. When I saw them standing outside the classroom with incense sticks, paper and money in hand, I was moved and gratified by them, which made me speechless. I turned around and walked downstairs silently. At that moment, tears raged and flew wildly. The children followed me and came to Xiangyang mountain silently all the way. They placed incense sticks, paper and money on the path where friends often came. Xiangyang mountain in the rain is clean and restrained, standing lonely. On both sides of the path, the Clover has already seeded and shivered in the slight autumn wind. I picked up dry branches and lit a bonfire. In the fire, the children stood behind me neatly with solemn and sad faces, watching my actions. Silence is the best expression, and any language becomes redundant. When I lit the first piece of paper money, the children kneeled on the ground and knocked three heads towards the school. I don’t know who took the lead in humming how many beautiful woven dreams of Tang Lei’s lilac. You left in such a hurry, leaving me a lifetime of concern. How beautiful you are longing for the flowers in front of the grave. Look at the mountains and plains, do you still feel lonely? The low magnetic voice, deliberately repressed emotions and affectionate and sad melody are stirring the most sensitive nerve in my heart, and a kind of unspeakable pain is stored in my body. In the song, there was a restrained sob at first, one, two, three followed by sobs, one, two, three then, the whine completely replaced the song, converging into an intermittent lament, it echoed in the woods and drifted to the clouds. I hope that my friend’s figure will appear in the clouds, with such a sweet smile and friendly tone. My heart is connected with the hearts of the children. I chose Xiangyang mountain, because it is the highest place in the whole town, which may be closer to the paradise where my friends live. I hope that our friends can connect with our thoughts and catch up with the old. But when autumn comes and geese go, can the message of heaven be transmitted to us by Yan Yu? The Green Bird does not spread to the clouds. Citic, the rain is hollow and the clove is sad. I couldn’t help asking Qiongyu: Are you okay there? The children sang over and over again. I sat on the ground, looking at the sky with tears and couldn’t say a word. Some people say that when you want to cry, you can look at the sky. However, our sadness has nothing to do with tears. Whether it flows or not, it will stay in our hearts and cannot be dispelled. You listen to someone singing that song you love most. How numerous things are in the world. From then on, you don’t have to worry about me here to accompany her and protect her in children’s hearts all your life, friends are beautiful lilac flowers, elegant and generous; They are fragrant girls in Dai Wangshu’s poems, melancholy and beautiful. They love her, even though her life has disappeared with the fallen flowers in that afternoon, however, her life color as beautiful as summer flowers and her noble sentiment as clear as Plum will certainly remain in children’s hearts and grow up and be rich together with their minds. Rain, continue to fall. In the distance, several flames cut through the dark sky. The blue smoke rose from the wind, changing all kinds of postures, rising, jumping and dissipating, just like the fragile flower of life, I don’t know where the soul will disappear. Clothes are wet, hands and feet are cold. I shivered in the wind like a stem of withered grass. Children’s hair is covered with water mist, and their clothes are exposed to cold dew. I afraid them cold, want to go home and make some ginger soup. I winked at the monitor Xiao Sun. Xiao Sun went to pull this and support that, but no one was willing to get up. He shook his head reluctantly and looked at me earnestly, saying: teacher, let’s stay a little longer. I can’t refuse the expectation in his eyes, so I have to keep silent looking at the high sky. Time seemed to solidify, with only breath and sobs around my ears, so I didn’t know how long it had passed. It was dark, my eyes were red and swollen, my voice was pressed, and my face was serious: Now everyone must get up and go back to the classroom immediately, or I would be angry! The children stood up speechlessly and left Xiangyang mountain step by step. The missing and sadness in my eyes had been fixed in my mind and lingered. Now, the children have graduated from high school and gone their own ways. However, I often talked with them about that day, that dusk, and their English teacher. When chatting, they would still burst into tears and that song, it will still echo in your ears that the grave is full of flowers, which is the beauty you long for. Look at the mountains and plains, do you still feel lonely? 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. 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”. 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Speak for itself yourself

Every time I check the results, it looks like I just bought a lottery ticket in my hand, which is a little nervous, a little hopeful and a little exciting; After the connection is opened, when I input the admission ticket, my mood began to jump, and my hands were trembling. After all input, there were several failures in the interface of entering the score. I didn’t dare to look at the screen at the beginning. I wanted to know the score, but I was afraid that I couldn’t pass it. After jumping out of the performance interface, I didn’t look at the scores. I only paid attention to the subjects that passed, and I passed all the six subjects that I applied for. At this time, my heart beat even harder, I should be happy. Then I looked to the right. Obviously, I didn’t work very hard. My grades were not very satisfactory. My colleague’s 98 points in English completely hurt me, now I can’t control so much, and my mood still stops at the excitement point. Forgive me for being so satisfied. People who know me all think I am introverted and quiet. Only those roommates who get along with me day and night can know that I am not quiet at all, and sometimes I am thick-skinned; people who know me all think that I am independent and strong. In fact, only a few people know that I am a little woman who is extremely reluctant and has no ambition. She will hesitate to make a small choice. No matter how big the opportunity is, it is in front of me, no one encourages me to give up timidly. The book says: how to go in the future, choose by yourself! I was going to put an end to my twenties in a month. I thought there would be new changes in my life: going to work, making money, reading books, watching performances, maybe making a boyfriend or traveling. This is the day I planned for myself. I have never gone as planned. Over the past year, I have been thinking about whether I can stick to it. Only I know that I am not a hard-working person, and I also envy others’ happiness, feel my loneliness; I also care about others’ eyes, afraid of the disappointment that I can’t meet others’ expectations; I also tell myself what’s wrong with you, so you have to be higher than this platform, what do you have to do, or it will be a failure; I have also thought about whether it will be better if there is someone who has a figure and a character. Until one day, a friend said: While you envy others, others also envy you. It turns out that we are all the same. As for my dream, I just talk about it, think about it, and have no action at all. At this time, I often doubt whether I really like what I said about love, and it is just like what others say. Maybe I don’t have dreams, but I just don’t have the motivation to make dreams come true. Dream, promise me to look at you. I always look at you in my dream every night, but I still don’t wake up after reading. Sometimes I was really afraid that I had only one person left, and I was even more afraid that I would be so worldly-wise easily, and then I would not quarrel, show off, toss, and be quiet as death. I always like a passage in Gu Chengwen: I am a wayward child, and I want to wipe away all misfortunes. I want to paint windows all over the Earth. Let all eyes used to darkness get used to light. 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…