One is that a knife on the head of Nian always keeps its teeth locked. Richness opens the Buddha’s walls and poverty pinches its hair. Never did it go with money. Lower Riba people only had a fever. It’s a pity that you’ve lost your life and lost your sight. Second, the annual change of grass seedlings and hay, busy for a while did not do. Fortunately, the ancient characters are not often written, and today the belly is full. It’s just that many fields have turned into houses, and the upstairs are green and wilted.
Goodbye, Wen/Ziyunyan in the old days has always been a lover of the old. Always feel that life is not easy, whether the road of life is smooth or rough, we should cherish. I always like painting. I like to depict those scattered memories and drifting past events in one picture after another. Those thick or light ink marks are the stories of the old days. Walking all the way, with a lot of people, a lot of things
The journey of life is a journey of mountains and rivers. What we miss is the scenery. What we leave behind is the memory. The ups and downs of life will eventually turn to dullness. We are also getting old slowly. Past years are always inevitable. Looking back on youth has gradually faded away, life has been marked by time, whether sad or happy. Although we are full of wind and dust, we have more authenticity and calmness. Time grows old.
In the memory of old Kunming, there is a nursery rhyme: Shen Guanpo sprang his foot (jio), and Zhonghe Lane first rubbed some medicine (yo). Yuantong Mountain was chased by tigers and jumped into the eight rivers. East Temple Street (gai), West Temple Lane, Maotai Turn Upstairs. Sir Poe, Gongyuan Poe, turn a corner to kill the slope. This nursery rhyme needs to be sung in the authentic Kunming dialect to have a feeling (jio), which can impress the author.
Born in a rolling world, it is more difficult to keep one’s mind as if he were a jade. Keep your heart like a jade, you must keep your first heart. Initial heart, that is, people’s initial ideal and dream, people’s life goals, value coordinates, people’s life blueprint. When people are young, they all have an idea and a description of their future, which is often beautiful, poetic and magnificent. But once a person enters society
Recently, I browsed Sina’s blog and saw an article forwarded by a blogger about worship of Buddhism, which reminds me of the worship of Leshan Buddha nine years ago. At the end of August 2002, I went to Chengdu to attend the China Radio and Television News Award Presentation Conference. During the meeting, the host led the delegates to visit the Sanxingdui Museum, Dujiangyan and Emei Mountain. After that, they rushed to Leshan City to pay homage to Leshan Buddha.
When Professor Ou Ming, editor-in-chief of Lingnan Writers’Platform, solicited a draft of the poem with the same title. He said: When you are alone, you always have inexplicable thoughts. Whether it is heavy nostalgia or piercing emotions, whether it is the sweet past or the vision of happiness… When you are alone, you will be full of poetry. For a long time, nostalgia has existed, but it is the grey hair in the old thatched house that worries me. Feelings of the past
Since ancient times, scholars have been sentimental. In ancient times, scholars expressed their feelings with poems, chanted scenery with poems, expressed their aspirations with poems, criticized current disadvantages with poems, and expressed their feelings with poems. Those touching love stories will make you sad at a certain moment. Those sincere poems will surely let you see the most beautiful appearance of love in your heart at a certain moment. Li Si (Tang) Yuan
I have always found that the greatest and most memorable species in the world, apart from family, may be the same. No, my pen has begun to take action to accept its arrival. When I saw Mr. Deng Dingze’s My Father, I immediately thought of my father. As the saying goes, “Father’s love is like a mountain.” In the words, Mr. Deng misses his father and his diligence.
The corner of Pan Qiao’s silver skirt in Wushan, Gansu Province, was broken by an arrow step on the bed. It was destined to be no lady. Forgive my recklessness, for the shy but implicit little steps that women can’t take. The main reason for tonight’s insomnia is that this arrow step has caused trouble. Of course, there’s the wind and snow pouring in through the open windows on all sides. This winter, Tal’s
Life is a song, there are low and high in the song; life is a road, there are ditches and slopes on the road; life is a river, there are beaches and banks in the river; life is a mountain, there are scenery in the mountains. People live in the world, life is an inevitable road from life to death. However, this song, this road, this river, this mountain, there are hundreds of different differences. Only when you don’t care about secularity
Meet fireworks / purple clouds in the dust, whether it is the scenery outside the window, or the complex in the heart, in front of time, are in a hurry passers-by. After encountering time, they are silent in the depths of time. Or deep, or simple. The backpack on a person’s shoulder is rendered by earthly fireworks, and it feels empty a lot. There will always be something in the heart, unconsciously emerging at a certain moment.
There is a complex, called childhood New Year’s Eve Wen/Ziyunyan Yaner New Year, but much more lively than now. “Children, children, you don’t want to, after Laba is the year.” As soon as December comes, the air begins to smell like the year. In the streets and alleys, there are more shouting and selling voices. Behind the street vendors selling sugar gourds were a group of naughty children. Sweet and sour candy gourd
The first time I read Mr. Yu Hua’s works was in Senior One. At that time, I read Mr. Yu Hua’s most classic novel, Living. After reading it, I felt very heavy and sad. If reading “Living” brings more sadness and despair, then “Xu Sanguan Selling Blood” gives people relief and hope. As the name implies, Xu Sanguan’s Blood Selling Story is complete.
On May 2, 2011, Lianxiang Brothers and Sisters Quanshan, Lianying, Lianping and their families were feasted in the hotel. I heard that the daughter-in-law of his wife and brother Quanshan had gone to Dujiangyan to teach, and would like to talk with her about the reconstruction after the earthquake there. Nine years ago, when I went to Chengdu to attend the China Radio and Television News Award Award Award Presentation Conference, I visited Dujiangyan, a world cultural heritage site, and left a good impression. In 256 B.C., Shujun of Qin State kept
Are you in a good mood today? Is there a feeling of happiness? I believe that many people will feel this way, but more people will feel that it is a dull day, and some people feel that today is terrible, living under the pressure of fear and anxiety. In fact, each of us has only two states in our daily life, one is the state of love, the other is the state of fear. The rest of the happiness and variety
Life is like traveling. Cai Han remembers that 12 years ago, in 2007, several of our colleagues went to Yongan City to visit Palm Mountain. When I was leaving, because I had something to do, I did not keep up with the “team”, and then I chose a route to travel! (At that time, we worked in Yongan City.) Later, when we came to a scenic spot, we joined the team. At that time, I said to them, “I’m sorry.
He found that he was forgetting more and more in the past two years. Some of the past things come to mind as if they were separated from the fog, while others are blank when they come to mind. Often think about what to do, maybe because I answered a phone call, I can’t remember it. How come it’s less than fifty? He often asks himself in frustration. The eldest son went to college in other places last year, and the youngest son was only in the third grade of primary school. Every day now
Through the mottles of light and shadow, through the cycle of the sun and the moon, in the warmth of the intoxicated spring breeze, back to the old house in the dream. The peeled grey wall still had tender graffiti, and the tall weeds swayed and sang a long-time farewell song. Swallows under Daisy’s eaves will not come again, desolate that shelter from the wind and cold nest, I do not know where to settle down. How can we not teach people sadness, sad heart do not know when the rain fell like silk,
After six years of retirement and residence in Shanghai, I still like to listen to the news programs of radio stations because of the professional habits I have developed over the years. I am deeply impressed by how hard these fleeting news broadcasts have come, and how many broadcasters have poured their blood and sweat into them. In November 1986, after ten years’career as a stationed journalist, he said goodbye to Yili, his second hometown, and was transferred to the News Department of Xinjiang People’s Radio Station.