Of the seven colors, red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, my favorite color is blue. Because blue is closest to the year I was born and the environment in which I grew up. Yes, I was born in the most beautiful autumn, and the most beautiful background color in autumn is blue. Especially in mid-autumn and late autumn, the wind is fine and the clouds are light, the sky is very distant and clear, and life is standing in the middle of the years, whether looking at stars or looking at the moon, giving people a calm, broad and wide-ranging breath..     Maybe it was destined to live in company with blue, or maybe it was due to my personal temperament and hobby. When I stood on the seawall for the first time and looked out into the sea under the sunshine, my heart naturally rose and sang softly: the sunrise was red in the river and the fire was red in the fire, and the spring came green as blue in the river.. This is not a poem left by Tang dynasty fu si Bai juyi? A blue word undoubtedly brings the poet’s mind, temperament, ambition and aesthetic concept to the public. Every time I think of it, I will undoubtedly make my life image world more comforting and reverie from nature, less sadness and helplessness brought by the secular world.. Yes, everyone still has everything in the face of the real world, which always fills my heart with melancholy and confusion, struggle and distress. It is blue that makes me find the station where life stops, thus releasing or more precisely returning to the beginning of life: peace and serenity!     To be honest, I like all the blue in the heavens and the earth, whether it’s heaven or earth, as long as it’s blue, I like it.. No matter what form or appearance it takes. For example, if there is a song or a song, it will make my mind longing to forget the troubles brought by the past smoke clouds. Take Strauss’s waltz, the blue danube, for example. as long as the movement rings in life, my heart and my spirit will flow gently with the notes, especially in the last part of the swing, the mind seems to suddenly open and the haze of the years will disappear. what is presented at present is a beautiful picture of blue sky and downwind grass in the sky that is pleasant to see cattle and sheep.. Every time at this moment, the restrained life in life is like meeting an old friend who has reunited after a long separation. I am afraid the main reason why I like quiet temperament is that blue makes my life drunk, makes my emotions swirl and makes my thoughts jump out of the barriers of reality and kindle the flame of hope.. I can’t remember that I said in the text that red is too prickly, black is too dark, purple is too light and so on, but blue is light and distant, making people calm and not losing imagination.. Especially in the autumn season, when the sky is far from the sky and the yellow leaves are flying, the blue sky of that day is like a shadow, which shows the poetic flavor of life immediately.! If I meet such a beautiful scene, I think if I were a poet, I would not spare my feelings and express the waves in my heart with the strongest pen and ink. Like the great poet Zhang Ruoxu, I would blend the scenes of the spring river and the moonlit night perfectly.! It’s a pity that I only learned little. I have neither that knowledge nor the high degree of autonomy of life nor the Buddha’s pen. all I can do is sit quietly and comfortably in the window bar or in a corner of the old house to watch the heaven and earth well, and at best, hold the ying ying scroll in my hand to calm the ebb and flow of a song in my heart.!     This may be the biggest reason why I advocate blue, love blue and indulge in blue, or it may be due to my personality, habits and hobbies.. Want to know, there are too many uncertain factors in life, what you like or don’t like is not a matter of fact, sometimes it’s nature, sometimes it’s fate, and sometimes it’s so puzzling that you can’t find any trace of what you like or don’t like.. Of course, if you must go after it, even if it is snow mud and claw, you can still find some clues. But it is not worth doing so, and it loses its original meaning, isn’t it? As a song sings, love is love. Don’t look for excuses. Something in your heart is a feeling. Don’t say it. Once you say it, what you leave behind is not sweet aftertaste but bitterness and indignation.. That’s what I love about blue, or rather, it’s meant to be. Since I love it, I’m drunk. I love it naturally and completely without complaint or regret.. What’s more, there is a blue color in my personality, blue thoughts and blue reveries, and even the feelings that have been immersed for a long time are accompanied by blue mist to help me dream blue dreams at blue night.!     Speaking of dreams, in fact, I can tell you frankly that it is simple and transparent, but it is large enough as the sky, sky, blue sea and ocean, or simply a quiet Walden Lake.. Life here is enough to make people relaxed and happy, especially when it comes to the autumn season when the difference is clear, the dream is blue like fog, like rain and like wind.! To be honest, I like the quiet and quiet feeling surrounded by blue, because life or years have such details to do the keynote, naturally holding up the wings of life, the heart will dance with the moving rhythm, and moreover, there are books and pure blue magic coffee.!     So, I still said that, whether it be the blue of the background color or the blue of things, or the blue or blue poem in memory or the blue song with sexy, I would like to see a blooming blue demon Ji, put it on the window bar and pillow to enjoy the ponder, and life inadvertently passes through the black hair and the dribs and drabs of life, thus making the days sky high and the clouds light and breaking the South Flying Goose.. Of course, if you still feel wanting, you can choose to go to the west tower on the night when the moon is full of stars and play a tune with an eight-foot flute. I think it will surely attract a butterfly that dreams and tell you ancient legends and timeless classics.!     Blue in life, blue like starry sky and blue like clayderman’s piano music help life leap over Qian Shan’s waters until it reaches the other side of the dream! Dreams are blue, coupled with a dreamlike song that makes people calm. In this way, life will surely make the heart go away with the pace of time.!

Sunlight in winter and morning is especially warm in the mountain village. She is pale but dyed with lux and has just slipped down silently from the treetops and roofs. In the northwest corner of the village, the place formed by the connection of houses and walls only shines half the sunlight on the west wall, and people are coming here one after another. It seems that some people are willing to enjoy this negligible morning shower from head to foot..     At this time, the old people were still lying in bed, and the women were waiting on the children to eat and go to school. Only some men who could not sleep late came here to bask in the sun in warm clothes and as if habitually.. They hold arms in both hands, or copy sleeves to keep warm, or stamp their feet to keep warm. They also hold children in their skirts, and have cigarettes or sunflower seeds in their mouths.. The heaven-sent morning light brought the frost on the ground to the shady place and warmed people’s hearts. There are several such occasions in a village.     After a year of hard work in winter, although there is no’ winter leisure’ nowadays, by contrast, there is always less living and falling, and there is no need to go to work before breakfast and after supper. Therefore, this custom of early sunshine has entered the life of mountain people.. From the point of view of surface gathering, chatting and comforting, it is similar to the summer night garden, but the content of the discussion and the related mood are different: the focus in summer is to analyze the year after the harvest of summer grain and hope for a good harvest; This period is to show the results of one year’s harvest, find out the experience and plan for the coming year.. Well, the Zhang family’s plastic greenhouses have a high income, Li family’s cash crops have taken the big head, several irrigation canals under the mountain roots have benefited greatly, and Wang Tang’s farming has sold a good price. Who else wants to build a new house and who wants to buy a car? How many families have lived a rich life; The whole village was stripped of poverty and became a topic of sunshine. Nature also has Chinese and foreign news, ancient and modern stories, local jokes interspersed with them. Therefore, on this occasion of early sunshine, everyone feels warmer and warmer, and has more taste in the sun..     When the sun rises to the south-east and the group of talents break up and go home to eat and put on’ winter work’, it will become a place for the elderly and housewives to bask in the sun, play chess, play cards and amuse young children, and they will not give up until they reach the west corner of the sun..

Cold autumn and August, the weather is particularly refreshing. At dusk, I took a walk in the Riverside Baili Gallery. Tired of sitting in a pavilion, I quietly enjoyed this short and splendid soft time. Watched a flock of birds carrying a sunset cloud to throw into the forest, the rosy clouds in the sky like a gradually cooling flame, without wind, everything feels very light and very light, calm without wind, and can fly lightly in the evening.. Therefore, the lust for worldly things in the heart was broken down into numerous fish-scale fragments, melted and disappeared, and attributed to a kind of blandness that can fall to the ground.. At this time, I don’t want to do anything, nothing at all, just let my body and mind be immersed in a kind of pleasure and contentment. Dusk has always been called sad and pathos by literati, and Li Shangyin laments in participating in the the leyou tombs Regulations, ” with twilight shadows in my heart, I have driven up among the Leyou Tombs. to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night. ‘ In fact, I think the color of dusk has both a symbol of abundance and maturity and the power of life initiation. The beauty of dusk is not only the charm of nature, but also the expectation of human nature. Its intention is peaceful and pure. We should praise her warmly and sing praises to her.. I silently stared at the setting sun of colchicine, and suddenly a pair of figures came into view. The old couple were still like their first love, holding hands and walking slowly, step by step, harmonious but tireless. I looked up and realized that Liu and Qin teachers, who retired from public security, hurried forward to shake hands and talk as soon as they sat down. I asked Mr. Liu, where have you been since you retired for more than ten years, how is life going?? Liu, with silver hair shaking slightly, said with deep feeling that he had been to Sichuan for many years to help his son take care of his children, and now he had left his hands and feet and returned with his wife.. Although the son marries the woman, each has his own home and his own business, but the children can only be a kind of affection, a kind of thought, a kind of thought concern, a kind of spiritual sustenance, the old-age care still depends on the body and his wife . Ah, a phone call interrupted our Tan Xing’s strong topic and said goodbye in a hurry.. Their faltering pace was not as good as before, but they held each other’s hands and still smiled, smiling sweetly and serenely, laughing all sorts of hardships in life, all sorts of sufferings in life, and finally laughing in the beauty of the sunset.. In a hurry, worldly, in various forms and in various races, who can laugh to the end, who can be on the stage of success, and who can be surrounded by stars and moons. Things are like chess, all in the grasp of the concentration. Perhaps only by leaning on the evening alone can we reduce the pressure on our hearts, throw away all worries and abandon all helplessness and pursuit.. Naturally, I was far from entering the nirvana realm of enlightenment and meditation, but only understood the relaxed mood of serenity and indifference at dusk. this feeling is really good. it is deeply hidden in people’s hearts. it is a kind of spirit, an atmosphere, or an emotion or a spirit. although it can’t be seen and touched, it actually exists. originally, people’s life sometimes makes a feeling and experience occupy a considerable position. it seems how much we need to open up a quiet place for our hearts and let souls and thoughts rest or fly freely.. August 26, 2015

> busy after going to college is disgusting.   I thought I could go easy when I went to college. How could I expect to be busier than that nightmarish senior year and suppress it a thousand times?. Sitting in front of the computer, I want to play some games, listen to some music, watch movies, or update my blog. Even these seemingly small entertainment events can’t get what I want, because I can see many small notes full of work arrangements posted on the wall with a slight lifting of my eyelids.. In addition to the weekly courses, there are meetings that are too crowded to be filled with water, various activities that are irrelevant but must be attended, many expert lectures that don’t go without second-class credits, student union work that is full on hand, manuscripts to be written, and homework to be handed in, so that they will have to be reviewed soon after the end of the term in order not to hang up their studies.. Like mountains pressing me to death, I can’t even sigh with depression.   I’m already busy like this. I sleep at 6: 00 a.m. every morning, dark circles appear to be painted with ink, eat with upside down, walk like fleeing, take a bath and wash clothes at the same time in order to shorten the time. I dare not even go to the library near the dormitory.. I think anyone can collapse at any time on a day like this unless it is Iron Man. But ostrovsky only told me how the steel was tempered, but he did not tell me how the steel man was tempered.   However, even if they are already busy like this, they still can’t keep up with their pace, and even their figures are getting smaller and smaller and more blurred under my chase..   Their expression is always light and their outline is always radiant.. In the first-class institution of higher learning that makes people jealous and bloodshot, they pulled out a wry smile that seemed dissatisfied with themselves and said, alas, they only won a second-class scholarship, but they couldn’t get it first – class. As soon as they have time, they will complain that CET – 6 is too difficult to learn, and then they can easily shuttle between various English clubs and cope with it with fluency and no difference from foreigners.. When they are free, they get into the library and sit for an afternoon.. The reason why they didn’t update their blog every day was that they went out to play and didn’t have time.. They hold high positions in the student organization, but no amount of work is enough.   As the saying goes, people are better than dead people, and they seem to live in order not to let others live.   They are everywhere, never higher than they can reach, and even looking up at them will be dazzled by their brilliance. As for myself, even if I work 1,000 times harder, 1,000 times harder, and 1,000 times harder, I will never stop working every moment and every second, and in the end I will still be ordinary, like a black-silk bulb, only emitting dim light.. So after being busy, I can’t help asking myself why they can’t do it.   Is it because it is destined to be only an ordinary person?   > > those extraordinary people. Spider – Man, Batman, Iron Man, Captain America, Alice in the Biochemical Crisis. They have extraordinary abilities and miraculous powers. They do things like punishing criminals or saving the world and lead extraordinary lives.. Or, like Mr Confucius, you can say that there is no teaching and that you can mourn the dead by the river for days and nights.. However, we are not qualified to grieve. We can only sit in the coffee shop and sigh while stirring hot milk and coffee, listening wearily to the sound of the passage of time with slow music..   After reading the US captain’s regulations, I look forward to the release of Titanic’s 3D edition and Madagascar’s 5 Madagascar 5. I also look forward to all kinds of Hollywood blockbusters released in summer, such as the rise of Batman’s night knight in amazing spider-man’s Convention on Biological Diversity, the Convention on Biological Diversity’s Life Crisis 5: Punishment Regulations.   So – and – so TV series will wait for tomorrow’s next episode when this episode is finished. Today’s TV series will have a big ending. What TV series do you think will be put on tomorrow?.   After leaving, I began to look forward to meeting again. But to go anywhere is always to leave any one, so there is no end to parting and reunion.   Looking forward to the upcoming movie, tomorrow’s series and meeting you again. Every day is wrapped up in formal expectations, and then continues to remain in the world like a worm, perhaps this is the life of the so-called ordinary people.   > > > recently, I was particularly fascinated by Mr Borges’s article, eating the garden of branching paths day and night, the two kings of the Convention on biological diversity and the two maze regulations, etc., so that all thoughts entered the maze, circling all day long between the past, present and future, like an infinite number of decimals, extending enough to exceed the universe’s length in the cycle and cycle, but it continues to cycle and extend.   Write a story in Mr Borges’s style.   A young spy was ready to kill an old spy. At the moment when the bullet flew to the old spy, the old spy remembered shooting an old spy when he was young, and at that moment the old spy also remembered shooting an old spy when he was young. At that time, the old spy also remembered shooting an old spy when he was young … Ah, it’s amazing. The present moment can include the present moment of the past, and the present moment of the past can include the present moment of the past and the present moment of the past, and then it will go on like this.. That is to say, if you want to write a complete story, it is impossible, even the God who said that if there is light, there will be light will not be able to do it. This is Borges – style maze ( its own name ), there is no way out. Once it enters, it will wait for the next cycle instead of Godot in the cycle and eventually sink and nirvana in the infinite cycle..   It is natural for Mr Borges to construct such a vast and infinite maze and think about similar problems every day, but what is it to me. Or to put it another way, extraordinary people think extraordinary things, which is taken for granted. What is it that ordinary people think extraordinary things.   Like Snow White and you both want to meet Prince Charming.   Like hong xiuquan and you both want to be polygamous, harem 3000.   It’s like Guo Jingming and you both want to have a big stack of yuan.   Then I’ll ask you again, ordinary people think extraordinary things, what is it. The unrealistic fantasy for you and me is a mirage in the desert or a desert in the mirage.   > > > > is it self-deception or self – deception, what’s the difference.   > > > > > but you all don’t understand the extraordinary loneliness, just as you don’t understand the world of ba god.   In the end, the world is dominated by ordinary people, who are in the minority after all. They live at a height of 9km from the ground, and the few companions around them are often not enough to gather together a table to play mahjong.. Su Shi said, dancing to find out the shadow, what seems to be in the world. It means standing at such a high place without friends and feeling like a man from Mars.This is a free translation. Don’t write like this during the college entrance examination. Deduct points to kill you.   You don’t understand, but I do.   I used to walk up the mountain level by level. I can’t reach the mountain for 9km, and there will always be 4, 500m.. At the foot of the mountain, an old friend shouted to me, hey, friend. Then I also shouted down, hey, friend. Although there is no difference between them and the friends who shouted at the foot of the mountain, the feelings passed out after the 4,500 – meter – high air flow barrier have changed seven or eight times and cannot be consistent. They are as different as the girls who separated after the age of seven and saw each other at the age of seventeen. It sounds like shouting hey, fuck you, they just didn’t put up their middle fingers.. This kind of diaphragm makes the cold and loneliness even sharper, even beginning to invade from the pores. I couldn’t stand the growing cold and loneliness, so I stepped down again and again.   You see how smart and comfortable I am now, with friends around me, friends around me, friends around me, and lovers around me. I don’t have to worry about anything or worry about the image, because I’m not a person who is looked up to by all people.. I was among them. The things here especially refer to trivial things. And here I can also replace you.   So let’s say, everyone who knows me knows that the first part is not about me.   > > > > > > well, it took a long time to write a little empty things, you also look tired, relaxed moment came again, here is a interesting topic I carefully arranged.   Past and present. The present past. The past in the past. Past and future. Future past. Future future. Now, now.. The present and future. Future present.   The past, the present, the future, the past, the present, the present, the future, the present, the future, the present, the future, the present and the present.   The question is, what are the various tenses above.   > > > > > > > who didn’t think about the above questions and told me I would treat you to Haagen – Dazs, hee hee.

Perhaps because of my personality, I was born destined not to do anything big, because I was fettered by affection, friendship and love, which took up too much weight in my life, and I only yearned for a pure and happy life.. So I didn’t think about how much I was going to have, but how much I wanted to pay for my love. Thanks to my parents for giving me a daughter’s body and banishing me to a loving sea, I like the kind of person who looks dull but feels warm inside..     Some people around me said I was a mighty woman! I don’t approve of his statement because I really have never been an arrogant person and I don’t want to be an arrogant woman.. I’m just clinging to my habits, doing my job well, living my life quietly, and not flattering or boasting. Don’t like bossy, powerful little people; Don’t want to say half a sentence of nonsense with people you don’t like; I will not wronged myself for some benefit, but it has nothing to do with being invincible!     No matter in busy or leisure time, I always like to put my heart in my heart safe and let a fuller life accompany me.. During the day, I like to treat my colleagues and friends with a kind and peaceful smile, so that relaxation and happiness can be passed between us. Sometimes I will take out my thoughts in my own time to bask in the sun, just like reading a book. If I feel the content is boring, I can tamper with the plot in my mind and finally arrange a happy ending, but I will not immerse myself in a self-made story..     In many quiet moments of the night, wandering alone in the silent space, gazing out of the window in silence, wandering in the depths of the soul, the frozen picture becomes more and more blurred. Different life feelings, I use words to record this little warmth. The notes flowing between the words are the best consolation for the soul, purifying the impetuous life, returning my inner elegance and peace, the past marks, fading away gradually in the years, and I have a deeper understanding and feeling of life.. So I often immerse myself in this beautiful note. Listen, listen, an emotional voice, listen, the murmur of a person who loves me, these fine warmth, slowly superimposed together, merge into a kind of happiness, I like the taste, slowly infiltrating, every day, with such blessings and greetings echoing in the brain, I feel very happy and happy in many ways, and I like this moment best..     In fact, a woman like me is a wisp of wind in life, the shadow of years, not seeking wind to leave traces, but seeking happiness to highlight the nature of life.. I know that the wind I’ve been striving for leaves a few marks of yellow sand, which may be the price of sobs. The image traced with great concentration bears the dull echo of many impacts, which is the product of sincerity. The wind, stumbling, shadowing, stumbling and bumping, the wind gets light, the shadow gains clear, and the wind shadow combines equanimity.. Light, natural, such as Dai wangshu’s light lilac girl graceful, carefree in the long, deep rain lane.     The sunshine in early winter shone on my face through the thin curtains. The mottled shadow blurred my eyes. I heard the sound of the sunshine, like the breath of life, while the wisps of sunshine were like my smile, slowly revealing the fragrant smell.. How can tender feelings, those feelings that have settled in my heart and those wishes that are revealed between my lips and teeth disappear in the passage of time?? My life can be applauded by no one, but I still blossom quietly in my corner, spitting a wisp of fragrance and showing off calmly all my life. Bloom calmly and return quietly.     Let flying, light and happy enrich the connotation of my life.

Some people say, ” Everyone has a poetic heart.”. Poetry is the simplest way to express feelings, and it is also the earliest and most primitive form of literature. Not everyone is going to be a poet, but the heart of poetry is what everyone once possessed in the beginning of life, and it is only slowly being hoodwinked and abandoned by life in the process of growing up..     The heart of poetry is emotional and dynamic. Anything that touches your heart frequently in life and makes you passionate, happy and thoughtful can be poetry and can also give you a different feeling..     With poetry in mind, you can fight against setbacks. Can understand the laws and feelings of nature; You can feel the vitality of nature and connect it with your own life, so as to feel the strength of your life..     If you want to capture poetry, express poetry and create a poetic life from a myriad of life spots, you need a sensitive and exquisite heart that can see people without seeing them, and can preserve this special feeling and emotion in a special way..     Some people say that the best way to make a piece of land grow weeds is to plant crops. Similarly, if you want a person’s life not to be overwhelmed by pain, the best way is to seal up many beautiful things in it and feel happy and happy all the time..     ‘ catch red scales all fresh, his wife and children pour urn drunk before the lamp. Life is fun and fun, not envious of princes eating ten thousand dollars. ‘ Ming Dynasty Wang Zan’s poem tells us a seemingly simple but profound truth, life, living is a kind of mood, the same thing, with different mentality to feel, can get completely different cognition and understanding.     Flowers bloom and fade, which was originally the law of nature, but some shed tears for flowers, some turned a blind eye to them, and some felt the alternation of life cycle from them.. ‘ Flowers fly all over the sky’ is a gesture,’ falling into mud and grinding into dust’ is another gesture. It is not necessary to evaluate the middle and low levels. It is the most important thing to make your heart feel comfortable and dripping wet..     After Beethoven’s hearing loss, he did not give up his attachment to music. The world can still see black and white butterflies dancing on the keyboard, but he wrote a bill to participate in the Ode to Joy in despair. He played the strongest sound of life by participating in the Fate Ordinance. What makes him so optimistic about life? Maybe it’s the eternal aesthetic heart of poetry.     The poem heart always lets people use an aesthetic heart to examine the world around them, to discover the beauty of the world and to explore the endless mysteries of the world.. Like Tagore’s poetry, ordinary things, in his works, live color and fragrance, let a person fondle admiringly, full of praise.     In essence, all kinds of beauty in the world are interwoven, natural, artistic and emotional, all of which are beautiful and fragrant flowers. Beautiful things can linger in the heart for three days and can be enjoyed for a long time..     People who have a poetic heart can still smell the same after falling into mud. How adorable such a life is! Having a poem heart is enough to purify your mind. Having a poetic heart is enough to let oneself observe beauty that others have not noticed. Having a poem heart is enough to enrich your feelings. Having a poem heart is enough to make one’s mind reach the highest level.     In the middle of the night, when people are still, it is best to hold a warm tea and a roll of ancient poetry and touch the noble and graceful beauty of the ancients with a good poem heart. It is best to have some moonlight outside the window, or through a thin gauze curtain, or simply open the curtain, and occasionally through a little breeze through the window seam, your mood will light up and come out with the stars and moons and accompany with the breeze..     You will find that the scenery in the poems will pull your soul into another pure and beautiful world and dance with it. However, the stars of the night moon in reality will filter all your sorrows, joys and sorrows into clarity and transparency. You will feel that the stars and the moon are so lovely that people can’t help but want to get close and touch them..     Night, is a lonely woman dressed in a black dress. Stars and moons are beads of jade attached to her black skirt, shining brightly. The cool breeze lifts some wrinkles for her, and this book fragrance makes her add a layer of nobility and elegance to her charm..     A heart watered by the holy water of ancient poetry will not wither and wither easily, because the heart of poetry is above everything else. Under the moon, what shines in front of your eyes is the spark of collision between your mind and the author’s mind, because of this, your eyes are shining brightly, your spirit is shining brilliantly, and your emotions are very touching..     Let’s give this night’s poem heart to the bright moon and cool breeze, watch her curl up in the moonlit sky and grow sweet like magic and truth, watch her dance under the cool breeze and be beautiful and soft.. The scroll in his hand also has some special rhymes at the moment. It is the elegance of ancient people’s poems on wine cooking, the coolness of the zither strings by hand at the end of the month, and the loneliness of an old man fishing in the cold river-snow..     Let’s give the whole night’s poem heart to the pen and ink, and watch her move lightly on the fingertip, and then flow out the night’s elegance, such as wine like tea.. Tonight, I just want to drink drunk and float in the words, look at the thousand years in the words, and use a simple and elegant poem heart to realize the elegance and longevity of time..     I am not a poet, but I want to have a clever poem heart, watching mountains and water, listening to rain and wind. The world is always so strange. I am not a poet, but I want to have a good poem heart, living like summer flowers and dying like autumn leaves, walking and chanting. I’m not a poet, but I want to have a heart of Jing Ya’s poems. In the rising and falling of the sun and the moon, I will keep a clear peace and quiet and watch the falling of Yun Qi..

The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, as thin as a cicada, is held in the palm of the hand. If the feather clothes are worn, they will be broken with a flick.. Gaze at the light rain and smoke, like walking in a dream, mumbling, whispering, whispering, softly moving lotus steps, driving in the clouds, quietly and quietly, like a girl peeping at her lover for the first time, afraid that a slight negligence will disturb this ultimate beauty.     Hold a oilpaper umbrella, rotate it in the rain, and hold thousands of threads at the end of the umbrella. When I set foot in the wet bluestone lane again, countless dreams swarmed toward me again. I looked at them dazed and dazed, and they also looked at me on tiptoe with their heads tilted fondly.. I like them, just like the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. They emerged from Tang and Song poetry. They came out of Dai Wangshu’s rain lane. They came out of the magic story; They throw the glad eye, twist the waistline, with the charming and charming of their youngest daughter. They are graceful and staggered, with the breath of scroll and ink fragrance. I would like to walk alone in such a misty rain, gently close my eyes, pouting and kissing all dreams at zero distance. Put your luggage and umbrella aside. I don’t want anything disturbing my dreams. Let the smoke and rain caress my face and let Ren Yulu wet my clothes.. No matter how heavy it is, I can’t feel the feeling of flying at this time. These sentimental raindrops just moisten my dream. If I can fly, I can fly. If I can float, I will float; If I can get drunk, I will get drunk. If I can, I will put Jiangnan, together with the misty rain in Jiangnan, and even the graceful dream in the misty rain in Jiangnan into my pocket, and then I will cuddle up with them in the world of mortals like peas and carrots..     The moss on the stone wall is spreading all the time, just like my dream is growing in the misty rain.. The music in the deep lane was lingering in the humid air. The romantic atmosphere in the south of the Yangtze River is also dense with the feelings of businessmen. Their fingertips moved gently, and the wonderful music flowed out leisurely. Listening to the music of Jiangnan, I can’t smell any sunshine, but I can hear the lingering and falling sound of rain.. The music was wet with flowers, green moss, the tapping sound of the green flag, the old days, and the dream that loomed in the smoke and rain drifting gently through the ears, lips and attire.. When you suddenly turn around, it will suddenly float into your heart and live in your dream. When a smile blooms like a flower, do you notice that smoke and rain are like wine, music is like wine, Jiangnan is like wine, and you in the distance are already drunk and hard to wake up.     Jiangnan, like a butterfly, knows best how to attract guests. The signboard of the store was originally a very intuitive and simple literal in our north. But when you arrive in the south of the Yangtze River, every store sign is full of romance. Even if you don’t have much need, you are willing to stop at its door and linger for a long time, even standing in front of it for a photo to remember the beauty of this name.. If you love, meet coffee houses, flee to utopian flowers, only wait for you to come and meet’ these names are enough to evoke many beautiful fantasies and indulge your imagination. If Jiangnan is a poem, I would rather be a painting. If Jiangnan is a painting, then I would like to be a poem. I am willing to melt in the south of the Yangtze River like a misty rain, accompany the boat to gently overflow, lie down with a small bridge, dance with willow and play with flowing water..     Mountains and waters are more beautiful than lovers. Stop wandering and lie down on the clear water. Look carefully at your reflection and see if the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River has caught the romantic charm.. Another kind of amorous feelings, snickered between the corners of the brow. Jiangnan, Jiangnan! I’ll hide in your dream and get drunk. Then would you like to have a crush on me? Let me feel loved by you. Rely on your shoulder, bypass your sleeve and give me a loving and generous hug until I can’t breathe until the smoke and rain are gone.     Going too close is an injury, going too far is a pain. The misty and rainy south of the Yangtze River is the best miss not far away or near. Implicit picture, hazy poem, light sorrow in the brow and sweet dreams in the corners of the mouth. Tired stretch Shu Yun sleeve, and listen to the jade dew flower language, sound slow.

The teacher’s affection is unforgettable Wen / DPCA today is Teacher’s Day, and it reminds me of the teacher’s affection.     A day is a teacher and a lifetime is a father. A spring of grace, life difficult to report. Every time I recall my schooldays or sit in front of my desk, I always miss my teacher.. Decades of hard work and progress are all related to the cultural foundation laid by the school.     The feelings of teachers and students in my heart are different from those of parents, children, sisters, brothers and relatives.. Nor is it the friendship between colleagues and friends who help each other. It is a different kind of kindness that combines cultivation, care and help.     My parents gave me life, raised me, and connected me with my flesh and blood. Sisters and brothers, one mother and one robe, are like brothers and sisters. Relatives and friends met on the journey and helped each other. The teacher taught knowledge, enlightened wisdom, injected soul and gave the golden key to open the door to a happy life..     When I was eight years old, I entered school with my mother’s hope. In four years of primary school, I successively changed four teachers, the shortest of which was only two months. In my junior year, there were six teachers who had taught our class.. Decades have passed, but the sounds and smiles of the teachers are still fresh in their memory.     The first teacher in primary school will not forget. The kindness of teachers in junior high school is even more remembered.     The time spent in Nanzuo Middle School is only three short years, but these three years are extraordinary. After taking part in the work, some teachers still meet again and again. Each interview has a sense of guilt that it is difficult to repay gratitude. The teacher always said, ” Teaching and educating people has always been the responsibility of the teacher and does not seek to repay.”. ‘ At that time, the love between teachers and students was holy, so it was a necessary topic for the reunion of students..     Our head teacher Li Lanxiang, Chinese teachers Liang Fengting and Zhao June, English teachers Yin Liangqi, Ma Jingshi, math teacher Zhang Shiqin and so on. They selflessly impart knowledge, such as silkworms spinning silk and candles lighting up at night. They love to live like children, be caring and attentive, and be close like parents. They impart knowledge, follow suit, and earnestly teach. Self – study classes have been accompanied by students, and questions they don’t understand can be answered at any time. I admire that kind of tireless noble morality. It was because the knowledge I learned was at the bottom that I played a vital role in my life and work..     In particular, principal Wang xinxin and logistics director Zhao qunyu are rigorous in their research, meticulous in management, hard work and practice. The results of teaching and work-study programs in Nanzuo Middle School have shocked the whole region. Under their leadership, all the teachers and students fought together. The school’s Yongrouting dirt road turned into a stone road and the playground multiplied. Five or six acres of land were paved on the south bank of Beisha River, laying a foundation and creating conditions for teachers and students to improve their lives.. What is more valuable is to temper our will to work hard. This is hard to find in books and difficult to learn in class. The story of Nanzuo Middle School’s work-study program was broadcast on Hebei Radio. This makes me feel even more tall.     As the head of a school, Mr. Wang Xinzheng has the charm of strict father’s loving mother. He takes good care of his students and is considerate. I feel especially deeply about him..     In those days, all the students who left school five miles away were lodgers and returned home once every two weeks to bring noodles to the dining room..     Before the wheat harvest in 1966, when I came home to bring noodles, my mother said to me, ” You carry these ten catties of noodles ( the usual fifteen catties for two weeks each time ) and send them to you when you borrow them.”. ‘ I returned to school with tears in my eyes. When returning to the dormitory one day after class, President Wang saw me listless and asked me to come to his office with concern: ” What’s the matter, I’m not happy.”? What difficulties do you have to tell the teacher. ‘ I said shyly.” Teacher, I’m afraid I’m going to drop out of school and have no food to eat at home. President Wang comforted me and said, ” Don’t worry about this alone. Ask the logistics director, Miss Zhao, to borrow some food tickets tomorrow.”. The next day I found Mr. Zhao, and he said, ” Mr. Wang offered to lend you a meal ticket for one month first.”. ‘ I said, ” There are too many. My family will not be able to afford it in the future.”. He explained, ” President Wang said that you study hard and work hard, which is a reward for you.”. But remember not to say to others. ‘ the meaning of this latter sentence I got the message. With trembling hands, I took over the 30 – catty emergency meal ticket and bowed deeply to Miss Zhao, too agitated to know what to say.     Simple words, full of love feelings, are permanently engraved in my heart!     The teacher sent charcoal in the snow, and luckily, she came home to give her mother a full account of what she had said.. My mother told me in a trembling voice, ” My child, I’ve really met a great benefactor. I can’t be ungrateful all my life.”! ‘ After the two teachers retired, I visited them several times.Especially when they were ill and hospitalized, I expressed gratitude. They cried, ” That’s what the teacher should do.”. It’s a pity that you dropped out of school, or you won’t be sure of going to a good university. Up to now, what remains in my memory and heart is still gratitude and deep affection that is difficult to express in words.     At this point, I would like to add two explanations: First, teachers are so generous that this is the real reason why I didn’t have the heart to criticize them at school during the ” Cultural Revolution”. Second, the teacher lent me a meal ticket and told me not to tell others. I am here to make public and believe that the teacher and the public will understand..     The teacher who taught me, although some of them have passed away, the survivors are old people. But for me, the past is not only the moment of the story, nor just the fragments of the stars, falling suddenly into the sky, but a silent pursuit, an extraordinary experience and a ray of eternal light..     Finally, I would like to say to the teacher who has passed away and is still alive, ” Your deep kindness and kindness will never be forgotten.”! And I want my children and grandchildren to remember! ”

[ Editor’s Note ]Only one drunk can solve thousands of worries. Who can lie drunk for thousands of years? You no longer see the boundless mountain after another, but you don’t know when the bright moon will be round.? The dream of deep drinking and shallow drinking is another millennium life. We often see people who are reasonable and steady at ordinary times. Once they drink too much, their faces will change and so will people.. Or a mouthful of filth, vomit a rant, say what you dare not say at ordinary times; Or borrow wine to run wild and do what you dare not to do at ordinary times. It can be described as’ drunk’ and’ full of state.     In fact, it’s more than drinking too much to get drunk? Some people will be ” drunk” if they have too much money. The heavy money here does not mean that he can have as much money as Bill & Bull. Gates is one-to-one but only compared with the people around him. His pockets are bulging.. Originally, when he didn’t have much money, he was still a good man. He spoke and did things in a well-organized way and did nothing wrong.. However, once sent, the mind immediately swells, feeling that there is only oneself’ really high’ between heaven and earth, not only dismissing’ all sentient beings’, but also ignoring Lao Tzu, his mother – in – law.. Money and alcohol – like sometimes, can anaesthetize people’s nerves.     Can anesthesia into the nerve, and official positions. The officer will be ” drunk” when he is big. Some people, when they are ordinary people, are kind and diligent in their work. Once he put on his black hat, he felt as if he had drunk two catties of old and white work in one breath, his nerves immediately numb and he was dazed. He spoke and did things quite differently from him when he was not an official.. When I saw my subordinates, I looked askance with my head high, and I was domineering in the unit.. Some even left the laws and ethics of Party discipline behind, abusing power for personal gain, enriching money with power and hunting for color with power.. Standing on the edge of the cliff was completely unaware of the danger and was more delirious than a drunk..     Drunks sometimes sober up, and these corrupt officials sometimes wake up, that is, when they are in jail. For example, Li Zhen, the former head of the State Taxation Bureau of Hebei Province, became particularly sober after he was reduced to death row because of corruption and bribery. He said to the investigators, ” I just understand now that money can lead a heaven-like life, but it can also send you to hell.”. ‘ Li Zhen’s awakening was really too late for him, but for those who still lingered on the edge of the cliff, it was a dose of’ anti – hangover’ medicine..[ Responsibility Editor: Butterfly Love Flowers ]

Last year, I received a phone call from my father today. He said, ” Your grandmother is gone.”. I left at about three o’clock in the morning today. You’d better ask for leave to come back and give her a final ride. I was not surprised to hear the news, because my mother had already called to tell me that grandma was in serious condition and was moaning and groaning in the hospital bed day and night. It is estimated that time is running out.. After I put the phone down, I went to ask for leave of absence from the leadership. He said that grandma’s death at the age of 90 was also a funeral and advised me to mourn. He looked at his watch and said that there was a meal at noon that he wanted me to go too. I didn’t refuse, and drank heavily between pushing a cup and changing a lamp.. After drinking heavily, he hurried to his funeral home. Today is the first anniversary of grandma’s death. I sat in my chair and tears rolled uncontrollably..   When I hurried home, it was already sunset, and the giddy twilight covered the earth. My family and I drove to my uncle’s house. By the time it was dark, the suona team was playing the suona at the door, sometimes with a low and mournful voice and sometimes with a loud and clear voice.. Both sides of the hall were full of people, with mourning cloth wrapped around their heads. In the MC’s shouting ceremony, we knelt down nine times and knocked at the head. For the table with grandma’s portrait, while the white candle light I looked at grandma’s wrinkles in the portrait, with a smile on her face. I think she will always be like this, old and happy. After the ceremony, I slowly went to the main room. Grandma lay quietly inside, a green oil lamp lit in front of her. My mother knelt down beside my grandmother’s body in a mourning dress. I looked up and looked at me tearfully and said in a mute voice, ” Your grandmother has gone …” I knelt down with my mother for a moment in silence.. I always think this scene is false and grandiose, and it will only happen in nightmares. I knelt there without a drop of tears. Grandma’s smiling face appeared in front of my eyes.   We stood in front of the coffin the next day when Grandma was in the funeral.. My uncle respectfully cleaned her face with clear water. Mother muttered to herself next to her: ” Mom, you go well.”. You have been thinking about your hometown on the bank of the Yellow River. You go to journey to the south and find Grandma and Grandpa … ” I looked at Grandma’s face and thought that I would never see Grandma again and tears rolled down..   On the way to the funeral, I thought of grandma waiting for us at the door on crutches during the Spring Festival and Mid – Autumn Festival. I thought of grandma buying me cotton candy and pea cakes at the temple fair when I was a child. I thought of her picking ripe red persimmons for me in the persimmon garden. I thought of the last time I visited her and she was smiling at me in a hospital bed … Ah, I wipe away tears and burst into tears..   The sunset gradually settled on the horizon, and the night was coming. The mother sat in front of grandma’s grave looking like she had lost her mind.. I helped her up and said, ” Mom, let’s go.”. Grandma is at rest and will not suffer any more pain. She wants us to have a better life. We should live well and make her happy.. Mother slowly stood up and looked pale and said, ” I really wanted to let your grandmother die when she was suffering from pain in the hospital bed, and there will be no pain after she dies.”. Now she’s really gone. Just now, I saw people fill her grave with earth and the coffin was covered with earth. My heart was very sore.. I think it would be better if a seed were buried in the soil and would take root and sprout again.. ‘ said, my mother and I were in tears. The dark night is boundless, covering the earth, covering the village, and seems to cover the boundless past as well..