One noon in March 2006, I called my niece and daughter-in-law and asked her to take me to buy my shoes. My niece and daughter-in-law came to the “Warm Flower Shop” opposite our new world. She asked me, “Aunt, did my father have lunch at your home at noon?” I said, “Your father didn’t come to our house for lunch! How is it going? She said, “This morning, my father went to Dr. Wan to have his blood vessel dilated.
Every time I get to the airport, I feel deeply touched. I always think of my brother. After taking off, I sat quietly in the cabin seat, pulled out a thin book from my briefcase, ripped off several pages, and carefully folded up the paper plane. I thought it would be great if my brother were still alive. His dream might come true. He should be twenty-six or seven now. He is very
Peach basket is a folk gadget made by my mother, a stubborn and bitter woman, with knife and peach stone in her laborious half-life hand. On our side, we tied the red rope and gave it to the children for auspiciousness and safety. When I was a child, I thought it was ugly. It’s rough and black. But because of my mother’s face, I didn’t tell her what I was thinking. Every time she holds a fruit knife under an incandescent lamp
Gradually, I don’t know when I lost contact with my childhood playmates, or when their contact disappeared in our empty memory time after time. His impression in your mind gradually fades away until it disappears completely. What’s more sad is that we pass each other on the road, but we don’t recognize each other. Has it changed too much? Maybe it is? But we
Simu woke up in the middle of the night and went away to see her son Lang. Preparing a meal calls for children. They are hungry and do not want to taste it first. When the child will leave, he will look at it carefully. Nowadays, I know how hard it is to remember my mother, and how hard it is to hear her call.
A tear of bitterness, eight years of ink. It has been eight years since I realized it, from full of blood to dull, from long talk to silence. Eight years later, it is difficult to find the original mentality by reviewing the previous articles. So I like to write prose, there is no need to have a logical sequence of time development, a clear heart, an extraordinary vision, enough. —————— Seven or eight years old
My father-in-law left us forever in 2009, and we will never forget his old voice and smiles. My father was born in 1928 in Luohu Village, Huarong District, Ezhou City, Hubei Province. He was very young and had no father. He lived with his brother and mother. At the age of eight, he grazed cattle, collected firewood and carried firewood to Duan Dian Street to buy. My father said that when he was ten years old, he went to Jiangbei to sell fish at home. Once, my father sold good fish from the north of the Yangtze River and crossed the river.
The beauty of youth lies in the enrichment, the white foal crosses the gap, the time precipitates the young and frivolous, more understand the father and mother is not easy to precious, in fact, happiness is around us, it is very simple. With the increase of grade, the study becomes more and more heavy and complex, and my mother always pays special attention to my weak subject – mathematics. Although the lessons have been filled and the questions have been done, it seems that there has not been much improvement. In fact, I know that.
Let go of your hand and give you freedom. Is it possible for me not to deserve your gentle separation and never to remain trapped in the trap to see that this disgusting secular world has no way to go back? A person who traveled alone once called brotherhood and friendship was most concerned about interests. I was always praised as the best toy. So-called love lasts forever, even if I have nothing to say when you break up. Come to the end or me
Gowen/Wang Qian-en is a building. One living room and two compartments on the first floor. There are sofas, tea tables, tea sets, tea cookers and water cookers in the living room. There are a dream bed, a color TV, a refrigerator and air conditioning in the room. On the second floor, there is a granary and a study. Eight bales of wheat, like mountains, were piled up in the barn. There are desks and chairs, paper and pens, desktop computers and full cabinets in the study.
Seeing me coming, she quickly left her hospital bed, forgot to wear her shoes, threw herself on my chest and burst into tears. It was the worst time she had ever cried in her life, seemingly to release all the pain she had accumulated for years. I held her tightly and said quietly, “Sister, let you suffer, I will never let you leave me again.” When I was young, my sister was sticky to me, too.
This year’s Mid-Autumn Festival is flooded with a slight rain, with a ray of chill, the whole Tongnan seems to be permeated with a light cool taste. On the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Fujiang River did not appear any waves because of the approaching of the Mid-Autumn Festival. She flowed calmly, not in a hurry, but still walked in the idle courtyard. Maybe it is because there is no moon in the horizon. She seems to have seen the clouds and sunshines of Zhaojuan dimly, and she seems to have seen through the joys and sorrows of the world.
Folk songs a crisp bird song pecks at the dawn clouds, big white clouds like broken kites. On the hillside, the grass has a slender head and dew eyes. Mountain mist is like smoke curling upward, with a faint fragrance floating. There is the sound of a stream, shallow and shallow. A cluster of peach trees sings in the wind. On the hillside of Dangyang, two folk songs fly out of the hidden forest and anchor steadily in the grassland of the mind. Folk song
On the Spring Festival of the World Peace Pig Year, when my mother was basking in the sun and digging wild vegetables for the New Year of the World Peace Pig, the fog first covered the people’s hearts, and the fog dispersed in the afternoon. The long-lost sun finally came out, and the spring was shining brightly on the earth, which added a joyous atmosphere to the festival and made the Chongqing citizens rejoice with the rare sunshine throughout the winter.
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Tianjiazhuang Chronicle Author: Zhang Funa has revised the Spring Festival of 2019 for more than 30 years. Every Spring Festival, our family flies northward like migratory birds, across the Yellow River, along the Huangshui River, across the Hentang Gorge, bathed in blue sky and white clouds on the plateau, and settles in the village beside Huangshui River: Tianjiazhuang. Here is the home where I was born and raised, where the air is filled with the smoke of the steaming which I used to smell from childhood.
Xin Zhidan’s family call may be my regret touched God, perhaps due to his tenacious vitality. Since his father discharged from hospital on January 10, his life-threatening father has been miraculously better. Think about the days when I was in intensive care. My father’s condition kept hanging in the family’s heart. When discharged from hospital, the family was planning for the worst, and everyone was in a bad mood.
As if a distant and distant sigh, it was my father’s sigh, which made me a little unexpected. In fact, my father was standing near me. Father’s head is a lane cut out of the sky, the sky is blue, after a new rain, the lane blue slab shining fresh light. And the mountain breeze is blowing gently, sweeping people’s skirts and scattered thoughts. Like a statue, Father
Withdrawal from the wind and dust is no longer your God laughing at my fragmented soul, lost brothers and loved ones, hate life, too hard to hurt close to see the fallen leaves and flowers, my heart is too tired to start again, this wave is love and hate, I can not escape, do not want to be the eldest brother let my legend spread slowly over time, from then on, the river and lake can see my beautiful face everywhere touching people pity and hate the snow for a long time. Ask what happened tonight
Eventually, I will stand out and see if I can continue to work hard to honor my parents and parents. It’s also hard for you to see whether I can succeed or fail as a hegemony. Now I don’t know the sadness of refueling again and again after half my life, which has gradually diminished over the past few years. It’s just right for me to see my tender heart again. A Dream Like Spring and Autumn