Unforgettable Days Without Foundation

In the late 1970 s, I went to school with my schoolbag on my back. In our village, school is called study. Therefore, I started my reading life with a longing for the study life. The schoolbag is sewn by my mother by hand with a beautiful floral cloth. The schoolbag contained a small blackboard which was the size of handkerchief and was framed by wood, and several strips of stone pens cut from talcum. There is also a rag used to wipe the small blackboard. The study is located at the west end of the village, and my home is at the east end of the village. There is a long flagstone road. I have enough time to show off the treasures in my schoolbag. Because my father and elder brother both work in the city, my mother looks after the preschool children in the village’s Yuhong class, and I am the only one in the family who has free meals, so the equipment in the schoolbag should be advanced. There were mostly five or six brothers and sisters of the same age. Although the cost of reading was very small at that time, the contents in their schoolbags seemed much thinner. There was only a stone pen and a gray-black roof tile carefully repaired by their father. Tiles are used here as small blackboards for doing exercises in class. It looks ugly, stupid and uneven, but it is as clear as writing on it. And even if it is broken by the little hair, there is no need to feel so distressed. The small blackboard with wooden frame looks neat and light to use, but it is relatively thin and will be broken accidentally. Because they were all partners in the same village, more than a dozen of people were upgraded from Yuhong class in the east of the village to study. Except for the freshness of the clothes, there was not much strangeness between them. The teacher in the study is also from the village, the father of a friend. The seniority is lower in the village, and there is not much majesty. Therefore, most of my friends didn’t feel too tight on the first day of school. The difference is that our first grade and fourth grade students have one classroom. Our lower grade is in the south and the fourth grade is in the north, occupying their own territory respectively. Many of them are the brothers or sisters of our friends. When we are arranged in the seats, we twist our bodies unjustly, even excitedly but quietly with our own or neighbor brothers, when my elder sister said hello and winked, what she got was mostly coldness or indifference, and there was no friendship in the past at all. Maybe in the eyes of elder brothers and sisters in the fourth grade, the behaviors of our little hairs were very naive, maybe they were taught by teachers in advance to set a good example for us during class time. Gradually, we little hairs are no longer affectionate in the northern boundary. When the teacher was not there, we just went to work in the S. The climax was that the monitor decided by the teacher brought a new book, and we all sat upright at once. Staring at the new book in the front row, I couldn’t help feeling excited, thinking about the textbook I got early. If I saw one of them, I would count it silently, pray that when you don’t send a book to yourself, it’s the right time for that book. Pa-pa-the book was thrown onto the table by the monitor with great momentum. We quickly picked up the book as if it was a treasure, leaned over our noses to smell the tempting ink fragrance, and then quickly turned over whether there was any damage inside. Everything was normal, so we settled down to take a look at the color picture of the textbook, or read the letters or words you know as if you show off. Before going to school, we mostly learned a little from our brothers and sisters. Life is like this. Every day, I listen to the teacher’s reading with strong accent and teach us how to write. Occasionally, one by one, fighting small fights and small reports are repeated day by day. There was a small split among the friends who came together soon. They learned fast and wrote well. They were often praised by teachers, and sometimes there might be an affordable prize like a stone pen. Those who are lazy and naughty in class are often punished to write pinyin or new words ten or twenty times with their blackboard. There was also an excuse that the homework of last night was deleted by my mother or father accidentally, so I had to take an empty blackboard or roof tile to school to ask for a guilty lazy student. Even if the teacher was confused, because these blackboards did have the disadvantage of being easy to erase, he had to turn a blind eye and let the lazy life pass. Remember once. The teacher wrote some slogans on the wall outside the house and asked the monitor to lead us to write new words silently. I always wrote down the first few words silently, looking at the deskmate scratching his head, quietly erected the small blackboard, and the deskmate left it quickly, quickly write it on your own small blackboard. Because my dictation went smoothly, I had time to look at the embarrassment of my partners. I really couldn’t remember for a long time, waiting for the monitor to shout again. But the monitor only shouted a new word for three times. At this time, I blurted out, imitating the Monitor’s long voice: Silent the word “upstairs”, but the voice did not fall, the teacher rushed in step by step, so I was pulled to the front. The teacher just held a pipe in his hand, so my little head was knocked three times by the pipe, and I came back aggrieved, one by one with my own small blackboard in line, when I went to the desk to check the teacher, a rash guard turned around because of full excitement. His thick blackboard hit the small blackboard I was holding. With a slight crack, my small blackboard was split into two halves. Fortunately, there was a wooden frame around it, and the two halves were not separated. So this small blackboard with cracks accompanied me through the first grade of primary school. When I was in the second grade, I had a notebook. There was a thin layer of plastic paper on the first layer, and a layer like the copy paper today was on the bottom. Use a hard round-headed pencil to fill up a piece of paper. When you lift the first layer of plastic paper, the strokes of the words will be eliminated. This book is about ten pages. It can be used repeatedly, but when the number of times increases, if the handwriting cannot disappear completely, it should be eliminated. The past is like smoke, but the pure and happy memory often reveals a seductive smile, which makes me miss……. 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…

Repression

Day by day, people are changing day by day. I don’t know what’s going on. Life becomes more and more depressing, maybe it’s tired… Do you still remember that song? The reality of our life is too depressing, and we urgently need a scene to release the pressure. The heavy makeup at night reflects the red wine and green light. I want to forget all the cross-flow material desires, there is a word in my heart that I want to tell you, which makes me confused, but still makes me different. There is stimulation in my body, that is, alcohol is paralyzing, bitter and gray memory, truthcare, noonecare… Yes, our real life is too depressing. In fact, repression means that individuals unconsciously suppress some impulses, thoughts, etc. that are not accepted by themselves into unconsciousness, or exclude painful memories from memory by actively forgetting them, so as to avoid the influence of motivation conflict, tension and anxiety. However, why am I depressed? Let me talk about it: 1. Social pressure: in the wild universe, over the long river of time, I was born in this era, impartial and unhurried, and was born in my 21st century. In the fiercely competitive commodity society, the low tide of work or job tiredness is nothing new. They are like high and low notes on the staff, always lying in the mood of work, waiting for the opportunity to move. For example, your work department is about to be reorganized, and you are overwhelmed by unreasonable workload. The interpersonal relationship in the office is like an arrow in the string, or you can’t get promoted without salary increase, which may make you fall into a gloomy cloud and mist. And I am the victim of the competition. I don’t know what will be waiting for me in the future. Although it is very depressing, I think I will adjust my mentality and gradually integrate into the big dye vat of this society, speed up your pace and keep following the fast pace… 2. Life pressure: People, crying and shouting, run to this world, and the primary problem they face is survival. If we want to survive, we must encounter competition; If there is competition, there must be pressure. Therefore, as long as you choose to live, you are doomed to bear all kinds of pressures brought by survival, such as entering a higher school, employment, promotion and so on, which are numerous and numerous. There are thousands of roads in life. Only by doing what you can, can you not always suffer from the failure to achieve your goals. People live for an ideal life. However, for me, what can I bring if I live in this world? I am deeply reflecting… 3. Mental pressure: The Room of the soul will be covered with dust if not cleaned. The dusty heart will become gray and confused. We have to experience many things every day. Happy and unhappy all settle down in our hearts. As soon as there are more things in my heart, it will become disordered, and then my heart will follow. If some painful emotions and unpleasant memories are filled in the heart, they will make people depressed. Therefore, sweeping the floor and removing dust can brighten the gloomy heart; Only by clarifying things clearly can we say goodbye to troubles; Throwing away some meaningless pains will make happiness have more and bigger space. No matter what happened yesterday, no matter how embarrassed, helpless, and bitter I was yesterday, it was all over. I would not come again, nor could I change it. Let yesterday take away all the sufferings, all the tiredness and all the pains from afar. But today, I have to clear up my mood and start again! 4. Emotional pressure: How long does a relationship last? If you want to forget or feel light, you basically need to double the duration of this relationship. Although no matter how hard I tried to forget you, you broke into my life from time to time. Why? I can’t find the answer. All I can do is to look at you from afar, bless you quietly and change myself slowly… I hope that in my world, you were the happiness I passed! 5……. Too much pressure, I have no time to take care of, now I just think that I have slept a lot, now I wake up, everything is gone, I want to turn pressure into motivation, today is another new day, a new beginning, forget all the unhappiness, and find the goal of life again… 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…

Love will never regret in the world of mortals

After the heat of love faded away, there was only endless sorrow in my heart. Looking at everything familiar around, every one hurt my nerves. The bar covered by the green shade in the south of the city once had a good drink with someone, talked and laughed, and was full of youth together! That long riverbank is a wonderful place where we used to whisper and talk to each other! The deep green Qinling Mountains are full of mountains. The river is gurgling. The river is clear, sweet and delicious. Every stone there has the trace of our carefully depicting carrying the easel. We shook together on the rocking chair by the artificial lake, leaving laughter! Duwusiren, touch environment living feeling. The Ballad of love was sung over and over again. The dream of gifted scholars and beauties ended in the end! At night, the silence was so deep, and the heart was extremely gloomy. The stationery on the desk was wet with tears. Why? The oath of love is still echoing in my ears, and that rude person is nowhere to go! I didn’t know how long I had had a dream. A ray of sunshine shone into the room, opened the curtain and looked up at my watch. It was already over 12 o’clock at noon. Could it be just like this? Carrying my luggage, walking in the ticket hall and buying a ticket, where is my heart harbor? Sitting on the train, the trees beside me fell back rapidly, and the sky was still so blue. Heart infinite sadness! Unexpectedly, he escaped from the city in this way. At the moment of leaving, tears were surging and he couldn’t bear to recall. The “Love Song of the world of mortals” came from the trumpet: you know I used to love you, you know I still think about what you said when you left. Don’t cry. Why are you looking at me with tears when you break up? Do you remember the story of my love I once fell in love with each other vigorously. I became a legend. Romantic in the world of mortals, there are you and me. Let me sing a song to love you. What kind of pain is this, unforgettable and painful. Looking out of the window, I was tearful. Could it be that in front of love, I, who always thought I was strong, was so vulnerable! I underestimated my endurance! It turns out that the infatuated woman also has no immunity! Love it, don’t love it, forget it, I can afford to lose! As long as loved, this life without regret! Singing love songs and walking around, love will never regret in the world of mortals, love, hate, it doesn’t matter! With a wave of my hand, I am leaving, leaving the clouds in the western sky! Take care, love, take care of yourself without me! 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…

New year’s Spring

Get up as promised on the first day of the new year. When the curtain was opened, the sunshine outside the window was charming and happy in the thin fog, and everything seemed so mild and bright. Maybe the rainy and snowy weather in lunar December made me feel dull, or the joy of the new year made me have an unspeakable excitement. Today’s sunshine is especially bright. A little sunshine splashed on the Zhangshu downstairs, and the slightly swinging leaves enjoyed their caress greedily. The tawny roof tiles are like countless stage lights. The opposite building is coated with a layer of golden coat. On the distant road, cars reflect the spring of the new year coming and going. All this seems to be no different from yesterday, and completely different from yesterday. Lunar January 1 is called Spring Festival, a Spring Festival and the beginning of spring. Tomorrow is the first beginning of spring among the 24 solar terms. Spring is coming towards us step by step. Spring is a colorful word. Buds, new willows, green trees, red flowers, infinite vitality, how romantic. Spring is a gentle word. The sunshine and ice melt in the hot sun, how bright and warm it is. Spring is the word of passion. Birds sing happily, welcome and send, sing a few times, and laugh a lot. Spring is the word of hope. Farewell the old and welcome the new, celebrate the festival, a new starting point, a new hope. Outside the window, firecrackers are still ringing, fireworks are still blooming, and hard-working people are cleaning. Life opens a new page in front of us. People who are busy with life never stop their steps and never give up their pursuit and yearning for a new life. Enter the new year, welcome the spring, full of joy, full of blessings, with a smile, hand in hand. Sing a Song belonging to spring and recite a poem praising spring to create a better future in this infinitely beautiful spring. Like (prose editor: Dielianhua) 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…

Back to grass Middle

I have been to grasslands and seen endless grass. Swimming in the green ocean, I am full of energy and happy physically and mentally. I want to swim like this all my life, let the fragrant grass tightly surround me, and even drown me. However, I still walked out of the vast grassland. In the city lacking grass flavor, I melted into the world of mortals and the secular world, and let a restless heart point to the direction of green grass. In fact, I prefer the grass in my hometown, scattered and scattered, or a small piece of land distributed on the bank of ditch and wasteland. Starting from my childhood in the countryside, I have been close to the soul of grass. I looked at them humbly stretching out their slender bodies from the Earth, and I was awe-inspiring. When I was young, I went outside the village to cut pig grass with a scyck and a wicker basket. It was summer or autumn, and grass grew lonely in the wilderness. I waved the scyck, and I heard the grass singing happily. But I prefer to come to the wild in the morning and break many glittering Dew. I am want to know whether the water drops hanging on the grass are transparent notes one after another? I don’t understand why they are so humble and small, but why are they so calm? In the wilderness, in all the barren places where you can see everything, how happy and healthy the grass is! They dance in the wind and rain, stretching their flexible lives tirelessly. Even if they were burnt, they would spend some time in their spare time. In the spring of next year, their roots would still have a thick green. For many years, I alienated the grass in my hometown. In the bright and green city, my heart became stronger gradually. I knew that my heart was becoming desertification day after day, until the sharp sand engulfed my last green flame. I don’t want to see such a desolate ending. I am want to go back to the middle of the grassland, back to the grass with green fragrance and dew. I lie on the quiet and wet grass, and close my eyes, make a tender green dream. I will let the grass walk into my desolate heart field and grow freely there. Only in this way can I become soft and universal in my heart. Only in this way can we show mercy and sympathy to all the people in the world. I also want to say, among all living beings, who is not a poetic and humble grass? Because of growth, singing, endurance and dedication, we have every reason to be noble. Therefore, I, who alienated the grass, must arrive at my hometown in the summer of a certain year, and have a long-lost date with the grass in the green wild. I lay in the middle of the grass, listening to their whispers, or watching their passionate dance when the breeze blows. I know that grass is my former and later generations, and I have no reason to refuse them. 820 words Like (prose editor: Rain dancing alone) 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…