Situated on the bench, surging literary sails, paddle swaying place, ripple waves, the water is full of tide, trumpet playing, so that Sichuan Prose Society writers of the Ministry of Literature and Friends, swim across literature, for a long time in Chenghua District, Chengdu, the lecture hall circle. A large crowd of athletes, many leaders of national and provincial writers’associations, Cao Shuqing, Lang Dehui, Sun Bingwen, Ouyang Dexiang, Lei Xinqian, Wen Liyuan, Li Qi
Teacher’s day, received WeChat language: Happy Teachers’ Day! Through the mobile phone screen, pull back thoughts, leisurely recall: youth, the first time into society, that unforgettable years of teaching… The summer after the college entrance examination was a hot summer of hope and disappointment in my life. Still remember: the county Zhangbang that morning, before dawn, my mother called me up, after breakfast, to the county town
Literature reading and writing, so that their theoretical study, practical exploration and other aspects, careful and cautious, follow suit, whistle, as a literary, for all the literature, obsessed with literature, swimming across the ocean. This little bit, made a lot of literary and poetry friends, the network, the people in the world, read and meet, listen to chat, cordial exchanges, all in all, let himself, gladly,
In the pot on the balcony, there is a snail, it climbs too slowly, four tentacles constantly stretching, seems to feel the world’s warm and cold, seems to be listening to the world’s joys and sorrows. There was a sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the pot. I saw the snail squirming on the tree trunk. It looked very hard. The hard shell on the back did not give it any sense of security. It watched with vigilance. I guess it’s me.
The mystery of prose reading lies in picking out something close to the soul from the lines, and singing it beautifully with a kind of charm, a kind of scream, a kind of horn, from the top of the heavenly grace, comfortable and fragrant, quiet and fragrant. The writer Yuan Hong / Casa’s essay, June thoughts, let me experience this feeling. The thought of June harassed the writer’s grasp of style and precision.
Night is my favorite night, because it is quiet, it is quiet enough to make me feel a person’s loneliness and a person’s loneliness. Sitting by the window and looking at the street lamp, I feel lonelier than the street lamp. I believe that everything in the world is alive and soul. Street lights are lit up at night, and it seems to others that street lamps should illuminate that night.
Stagger at the crossroads of the city streets, lost and confused as if losing souls. Towards the left? Backward? Or to the right? The tenderest mottled stars of the autumn night reveal a little pity, looking up at the night sky with a tear of burning water, taking a deep breath from the chest, bumping along the pitted road in search of the way to come, and shivering as the autumn wind sweeps by.
In my ancestors, and now I, the blood vessels of the body from generation to generation are the blood of totem culture. Totem culture is a good tradition of our tribe. It is the guarantee for the continuation of our tribe. Legend has it that at the beginning of Pangu, the ancestors began to worship totems. They first used sharp stones to draw simple lines of animals, such as tigers, lions and wolves.
On the back of the morning, the clouds of green and grey, running a little white clouds, rushed to the mountains around the river, getting lower and thicker. Finally, the water was thrown to the nearest ridge and gully, roofs and roadside, instantly misty, dripping water into springs, willows swaying like rivers. South driving Loess Plateau. The rain dripped the grass and soaks its leaves in the mud.
Nearly 20 years ago, it was packed in a small paper box 50 centimeters square: certificates, photos, notes. The cup Lin Xiangben wanted to fall off was not willing. Lin Xiang sent a message of less than 100 words to his colleagues in the work group, and especially left him a private message expressing his thanks and blessings. Turn off the computer and return to the office. Lin Xiang left the box in a sad way.
Summer green is still very thick, summer vegetables are still blossoming and fruiting, the noon sun is still very hot, but autumn has been like a toddler can not wait to step forward, walking on the tail of summer hurried. You see, the fruit on the ginkgo tree on the roadside has changed from green to orange. Occasionally, one or two of them will be picked up under the tree, and four or five ripe ginkgo fruits will fall. Rosa roxburghii in green belt
There is a song called “Love of Lavender”. The beautiful picture, the melody, always can not help but close your eyes, intoxicated in the fantastic mood. The fairy tale of the princess and the prince, in the fragrance of lavender lingering in love, as if also telling of all the world for thousands of years, lover’s eternal romantic engagement. On the second day, we all got up very early because of today’s itinerary.
I looked at the days, two months, 03 days, and finally finished uploading. I always shed my own tears in other people’s stories. Although I relived a handful of sweet and sour, bitter and salty, but it was much easier than when I wrote it. It was purely the audience’s feeling, and also had a bystander’s Huida. I remember when my roommate came to the town to see me, I was a little surprised, originally no friendship, these years almost lost contact, suddenly
My love life, LAN Mei, I love morning exercises. Morning exercise is better than walking. I always love to trot around the neighborhood for a few laps, so that after a few laps, my body is slightly sweaty and I can walk faster. At this time, breathing the fresh air, the breeze gently blowing my cheek, listening to the breeze blowing through the leaves of the rustle, the tree birds chirping
The opening of the high-speed highway has greatly shortened the distance from Aletai to Kuitun. This time we started from Bei Tun, near 1 o’clock p.m., and then went straight south. Suddenly thought of driving more than 900 kilometers, it really made me this elderly driver feel pressure
Today, there are flowers and applause for my holiday. As a teacher, I am conscientious and diligent, diligent and diligent. First of all, I am a strict requirement of each student’s teacher, I will be responsible for each student, each student is responsible for their own. Second, I am a teacher who has compassion, emotion and ability to give students dreams and hopes. I
Qian, who is wiping away the dust and the snow on the temples. In front of the purple gate, there is a constant ambition. The shadow on the back wall hangs late in the month, and the cold light is blinking at the dawn window. At present, we look at tears and tears. Kang Youshan’s self deprecating Poems
Every autumn has its own joy, melon, fruit and rice smell is the most primitive satisfaction of people, they are more busy in this joy, busy with harvest, processing, wholesale money, busy in the green and golden fields happy dance, as if a painting, without any dye of natural painting. Joy from nature always calls people drunk and addicted, so many young people
Shallow autumn, cool. Alone in the terrace, watching a fallen leaf render the autumn scenery; life is like a dream, watching a season of defoliation vicissitudes. Autumn wind, opened a lot of dust-laden memories, those collected words, like a quiet dream for too long, in the autumn cicada whisper, quietly awakened. A touch of ink incense, in accordance with the autumn wind, will be written into a lush appearance of mind; that cup of poetry full of autumn, like the wind and rain of the year,
Fuqing cakes Xiangwen/Danshuiquanfu cakes are also called light cakes. In Fuzhou, no one knows that Fuqing cakes are related to Qi Jiguang’s anti-Japanese activities. There are also special introductions in Ci Hai. In Shi Hongbao’s Min Zaji, it is recorded that “Guangcai” was prepared for the marching food in the Pingyuan period of Qi Nantang (Nantang named Qi Jiguang). Later generations were named after their names. Everywhere in Fujian Province, there are all kinds of money.