Roland said in her prose “Xia Wu” that she likes the mood of summer noon. Childhood, in the old home, the house deep silence, nap time, more quiet. She used to sneak into the vegetable garden in the backyard while her family was relaxing and enjoy the afternoon alone. When she was a student, she seldom took a nap, but she often went to the shady campus and sat quietly under the locust and poplar trees, listening to the cicadas singing and watching the birds singing.
South of the Yangtze River, this is a place full of poetic, ink-and-wash painting-like land, there have been countless talented people singing poems and beauties eulogizing, deductive romantic. South of the Yangtze rain, fog hazy, like picturesque. As a pure Jiangnan native, I love it very much. Over the years, I’ve been traveling around because of my busy work and endless business trips.
Some people say that life is like a city. The more roads leading to the city, the easier it is to lose yourself. In fact, it’s true that when we were young, we missed a lot of chances to learn to recharge our batteries, even envied others to go to college, saw others work and drive their private cars to and from work, and lived an ideal life and felt very humble. I remember 09 years when my colleague told me
In June, the sun baked the earth, and there was much less traffic on the city’s asphalt roads. A sprinkler drove from the north, sprinkled water evenly on the road, and people rushed away when they saw it. An old man was leaning against a tree on the road, with a broken bowl in front of him, a haggard face, a long beard, and a decent look. He saw the sprinkler coming to himself.
In the south of the Yangtze River, the dream of smoke and rain / purple cloud smoke to the south of the Yangtze River, to see an apricot fireworks rain, to the south of the Yangtze River, warm a pot of courtyard moonlight. Jiangnan, if a beautiful dream, is lingering in the heart of feelings. A maple bridge, the long bell bells falling all over the sky and the frost, the river Maple’s fishing fire is asleep. Outside the city of Suzhou City, the clock struck the passenger ship at midnight. (Tang) Zhang Ji’s night rain in maple bridge is drizzling.
The disease is unreasonable, and the word “Sheng” is even more unreasonable. It was absurd for literati in the past to have elegant diseases, vomit blood, be helped by servants, and go to the front of the stairs to see some crabapples. Look at the flowers benefit mood, but tuberculosis in the texture, even life do not want things, the disease under the crazy upside down slightly see a spot. Without reason, there is often no normality, so is sickness. When I get up in the morning, I am still lazy.
It was another morning when the sun came out so early that it did not seem to peel the earth. It was uneasy. The fire-red stove was so bright that everything could not open its eyes. But the sky seemed to like it. It was as clear as a wash, and a mass of white clouds were set in the blue sky, displaying their elegance, grace and nobility. Not many. But my heart is cool, and the days that pass away can never be seen again.
1. When we come to Luoyang, we can’t help but look at Beiqiang. There is an old saying, “Live in Suzhou and Hangzhou and bury them dead.” The scenery of Suzhou and Hangzhou has been appreciated by us for a long time. How can the reputation of Beiqiang be ignored? Where is Bei mang? A mountain in the north of Luoyang City is not a mountain, but an earth mountain stretching for hundreds of kilometers. The mountain is not high, only tens of meters to hundreds of meters. From the north of Luoyang, we can’t see it.
More than a decade ago, the full teeth were basically OK, only one tooth decayed again and again, and finally had to be stuck out. In order to facilitate and save money, active dentures were installed in private dental clinics near the residence. Every night, brush your teeth, remove the dentures, clean them, soak them in a small glass bottle, and then crouch them the next morning. After repeated loading, more than a year later, a good tooth was affected.
Most people exclude loneliness, is to add a person or two can chat around, or even a lively dog, you can reduce loneliness. The poet’s loneliness is in the middle of the night, alone in the lake boating to see snow,’dike a mark, pavilion a little, boat a little, boatman a little. Loneliness is full of beauty. Or “,” to retreat from the mountain, break the bed, break several, fold the Ding disease piano, destroy the number of books, lack of inkstone side. ‘
The troublesome colleague sat on the opposite side of Lin Xiang and cried in tears. Her husband had something wrong, not too small, could have put things to rest, but she was tossed to the point of unemployment. Lin Xiang was sure that the last thing she did was not intentional or negligent, and her personality made it impossible to avoid it. She asked Lin Xiang what to do? The husband wants to comfort the children and the sick old people.
Li Shan is the director of an enterprise. When he returns home from work, his wife Cuihua says to Li Shan at the dinner table, “Lao Li, Xiaoshan is going to have summer vacation soon. School begins next semester and he will be in junior high school. I want Xiaoshan to study in an art specialty class during the summer vacation.” Cui flowers stood with bowls, eyes staring at Li Shan. “What art do you want the hills to learn?” Li Shan asked his wife. “Learn to play the piano.
Children’s imagination is very rich, we all know. Their imagination can be said to be in the air, as if in their world, everything is possible. As adults, we just laugh at some of our imaginations, and some even point out to our children that such imagination is wrong, that children face reality prematurely. But I can’t bear to peel it too early.
Since then, he has often asked Lin Xiang for lunch, and sometimes called in an office director and other colleagues. At the dinner table the topic is very casual, everyone from the armored Iron Man to a chicken feather of the town people, eat and drink Lazara bitter and bitter anything, Lin Xiang has a more detailed understanding of him, get along more easily. Lin Xiang always thinks he is a walnut, with a thick layer.
Just after the beginning of autumn, he could not wait to write the article of autumn. Was he tired of summer? Or did I finally get to the long autumn? That seems to be the case. Do you feel like you’re running through the seasons in vain, winning the pity of the spectators with your poor acting skills, and throwing down a coin or two, or do you want to win a few smiles as a clown? In fact, there are no actors in life.
People often say that “death is like a lamp out”, life has experienced numerous ups and downs, but still can not escape the “death” of this catastrophe. Death is an inevitable fate. There’s no fluke, so don’t panic, do everything well and do your best to reassure yourself. Man is fragile, like a candle, and every gust of wind may extinguish it, and every drop of water may extinguish the light of the whole room. So one
Several colleagues knocked on the door, while Lin Xiang took medicine while weeping, did not open the door, put the phone in silence. The leader who was yelled at in the last meeting room called to comfort him: He was so bad-tempered, and he was not worth it for his work. Who took care of you when he was sad and grey-haired? It’s still not bad luck. I’ll invite you to dinner at noon. Lin Xiang pretended not to care, and tried to speak in a calm and relaxed tone.
He looked so ordinary, but did extraordinary things, I saw in him this good, contented, grateful, he let me know the difference between good and evil. Wherever we are, what we do, whether we are poor or rich, we should cherish what we have, because it is not for nothing. Money is not used to measure people’s dignity, but also their appearance.
In the afternoon of December 12, 2010, I went to the home of the big daughter, sat in front of the dining room table, opened the laptop of the little grandson, and after a new blog on Sina, I began to browse and appreciate the wonderful blogs of the friends. See a nursery rhyme “Little Ant” published by Bo Youchen-yu in the “Music Life” newspaper. One of the lyrics resonated with me: “I am a lovely little ant, wait
Work seems to be entering a “bottleneck period”, flashing in my mind like this bottle, the first feeling is uncomfortable, stuck in the uncomfortable, and then feel grateful for this “neck”, if there is no “neck” to stop me, blindly rush out, may be lost, and then guess, if out of this “neck” of my mind. What is the bottleneck? This guess is a little scared, because there is no way to do it.