Once I thought that as long as I was willing to leave, the poems of separation would not be written out of the sadness. I am free and easy to ask the world's autumn wind, swanky laugh to the sun. The wind was mad, and I was shaking off dust and dust in the wind, and those clouds were never on my heart. Listening to the rain from the window and leaning on the moon, I have a man's heart and ambitious mood. I just look at the world's vicissitudes of life. Half the country, the hero is too tired to think, I
Have your life straight, left and right. Someone once said something like this: a hungry fox, seeing a vineyard, surrounded by stone bricks, the fox can only watch the grape drooling However, there is no alternative. In a hurry, I discovered that a small hole, less than half a foot long, was leaking from the bottom of the wall. It thought of an idea to hungry
In the ten days of the spring breeze, the years of Pear Blossoms/Chen Yong are like passing through time. The time passes through the quiet season and it is the spring of the year. In the season of drizzle, mist and smoke, listen to swallows. In the flowing years, I whispered, the melodious voice awakened the willows deep in the alley of Qingshiban Road. The voice of Liu Di passed through the streets and lanes, and the white Magnolias along the street became one after another.
Malicious fruit is like an arrow. The dead are like that. They have come to the city from the countryside and have been looking for more than 30-40 years. After decades of passing, the nostalgic homesickness is always in the heart. The past of childhood is always in sight and lingering. The countryside in that year was a system of communes, brigades, and production teams. Seven-year-old children are not even a labor force in the production team. Participation in collective production labor is not enough, because it is still not enough.
Boys and boys have a very good-tempered mother once had a boy, it seems that should not have lived in this era, but God let him survive. The boy's father told him more than once. "Your mother wants to give birth to you, she has a difficult birth, and she almost died in the delivery room. You must filially obey your mother." The boy nodded his head and hurriedly promised. Because he was afraid of this dad because he
Due to the company's need for duty, on the fifth day of the year, this was still a day of celebrations and celebrations with the whole country. I started to work. At the end of the day, when I was off work and walked on the street, the traditional "yearly taste" didn't infect me too much. The scarcity of traffic drove me a lot. This is not, traditional customs have led to the fact that a family of old and young people have returned to their hometowns to visit their relatives and friends, and to worship the grave ancestors. I stay in the “city” one person at a time.
In the early morning, the curtains were pulled open, and a ray of sunshine came in and rubbed their eyes and stretched. "It turned out to be a dream or a nightmare." When you wake up, the dream is over. Everything has returned to reality. To be exact, it has returned to the starting point. Life is still there, and the clock is still “still ticking” without stopping for a moment. Every day, the same person, the same thing, the state of mind is not
Zhuangzi. In the world, there is such a story: Zhuangzi and his disciples walked to the foot of a mountain and saw a large tree. It was very prosperous and stood beside Daxi. However, see this tree: its rough, its high feet, pointing to the clouds; its crown is as wide as a large umbrella, can cover more than ten acres of land. Zhuangzi could not help but ask the loggers: “Please ask the master, how can such a large piece of timber be left untouched?
When I was a child, I heard an idiom called “The Librarian was not eaten by a raging duck”. This meant that someone who was away from the wild was about to starve to death. At this time, one person gave him a bowl of rice poorly. He saw it as a kind of alms and rejected it. The result was starved to death. This story deeply impressed me. When life has an ethos, don't think about the favor of others, and think about helping others. In fact, now
For most people, the change in life is slow. There does not seem to be any difference between today and yesterday. It may be the same tomorrow. Maybe people have only one or two glorious moments in their lives, and they may even spend their lives in a bland and unpretentious life… ——From the “Ordinary World” People always desire to be excellent in the ordinary, but yet Pursue an idleness in excellence
One was a spring many years ago. I was still a child. The grass on the banks of the river drilled out of the soil, exposing the green, small head. When I passed the river bank, I noticed a grass with a shell. Its stems are slender, and young leaves are wrapped in muddy yellow shells. I took a closer look and it turned out that the shell was a rotten peach kernel shell. This "grass" turned out to be a small peach tree! I guess it is summer
Regarding poverty, people who have not made mistakes for not cooking rice or for shoes without feet will not deeply understand the meaning and taste of poverty. Poverty is the poverty of a living environment and it is also an adversity. To live in poverty, to suffer hardships, to work hard, to be hungry, but not necessarily the heavens will descend upon the Sri Lankans. Poverty is an extremely terrible thing. Poverty makes it impossible for you to discuss
I suddenly felt that the best song I sang was a childhood cappella. That seemingly innocent voiceless voice, like the rustic ballads in the country, has no pleasing accompaniment. No, sometimes the accompaniment of “Zhirigat” can be considered as a cappella. I sing it to me, I come casually, and when I was a child, I sang in my childhood, I often sang on the street outside my hometown, and I rang in the ear of folks. Now I think of it, the childhood rap is still in my heart.
With joyful feelings and ambiguous dreams for teaching practice, I set off on the Huangpi Slow Train to Xinjiang. After a 42-hour weary journey, we arrived at the Urumqi Railway Station from the future. We have more than 360 interns and we are everywhere. Look at this strange and familiar city, I see you, you look at me, there is jealousy, there is joy, there is helplessness, there is fear, the countless imaginations in my mind, the greeting will be
Weili Middle School is the only provincial key middle school in Lixian County. These years have been increasingly valued by leaders at higher levels and have also attracted widespread attention from all walks of life. The fact that only 500 new students are enrolled each year also makes the school’s rate of progression to higher and higher levels. Principal Wang looked very happy at these changes. The headmaster of this king, as usual, had a good cup of tea before work and was just ready to take a sip.
The clock just arrived at 5:30 in the afternoon, everyone began to pack files, organize bags, and prepare to leave work. Qiu Ming did not seem to notice the time and was still busy with the computer. Colleagues stepped out of the office one by one, and colleagues who had a better relationship at ordinary times went to Qiu Ming to ask how they would work overtime. Qiu Ming raised his head and smiled, saying that there was still something that wasn't done right away. Colleagues look at Mound
Every night, people in the village are always mourning through the night. Crying occasionally, sometimes cursing. The little boy who saw all the fear of hiding was the crazy old lady. Before I went to middle school, the crazy old lady was still a normal person. The dialect does not know how to write it out. In Mandarin, it should be called aunt because of her husband, I called the uncle. At that time their family was good in the village
Let us smile in good faith ◎ In the life of Ru Xibin, are we missing a sincere smile? Why did a reporter find a long time on the street, but did not capture a smiling smile from the heart, why even the most indifferent Germans say that we lack enthusiasm. I felt pain in reading these words. We often see that no one wants to move on a crowded train.
Reading the story / freshwater spring sitting in a small study at home. All eyes are books, not only literature and history, but also financial, and even a lot of food, casually flipped, there are traces of their own reading, but not much deep impression. After thinking about it several times, I still can't think of a few books. I feel a little lost. I casually think of the memories of juvenile times. The memory is so deep that I can make a deep impression.
Looking forward to spring from the vast cold winter, I waited for her to turn gracefully in the season. I stood on the branches of the years, looking at the mountains and fields, the fields, doing spring dreams, watching time, and putting spring look forward to. This does not, the spring in the dream has come quietly by my side. You hear the breeze blowing through the snow-capped mountains. The spring rain has moistened the dead land, and the singing birds, flying geese, and that