The wind and rain are impermanent, the world of mortals smoke like smoke, a gorgeous exile, dense with all memories, gently singing time….. The water-like yuet has precipitated all my thoughts, flowing quietly in this night, lingering feelings, curling up, filling up the thin winter, leaving me standing on ice and snow without feeling cold, silent, but no longer sad. I don’t know if it will warm you if I get drunk with this thousand knots of soft bowel.? In a flash, 2011 will soon be the past. Think of 365 days when you walked with me all the way, with clutch, sadness, joy, tears and laughter, all of which will turn into the most beautiful scenery in the time, forever swaying in the time and space we all share, and will not forget or be indifferent.. Although most of the time, we have to choose to leave, leaving our thoughts in countless such dark nights without ceasing.. Think much, can stay by your side, breathe with your heartbeat, think much, cuddle up on your shoulder, walk through the bleak autumn again, think much, the heart has the communication, all need not say more, each other’s one eye, you know, I know, think much. Looking at the past few years, many of the past will be indifferent to time and many will be selectively forgotten, while I carefully bound up all your warmth and love, neatly stacked on my pillow and accompanied me to sleep quietly at night.. Flying flowers in dreams, whispering softly, sleeping with a smile, waking up at dawn, only to go, the contract on the bank of the heart and sea will no longer make you lonely and hurt. Time flies like an arrow, the memory of the dribs and drabs is the mark on the wall of the running years, affecting every channel of my life. And tonight, I banished them smartly. This is a splendid feast, like smoke blooming, dispels the coolness of the night, gives the world profusion and warms the heart.. Even if it is a flash in the pan, it will stay forever.. Because, this life is destined to sing time with you. In spite of love, there will be heartache.
Many years ago, I never traveled alone. On a winter vacation before graduation, I set foot on the train back to my hometown with a slight fear and timidity.. At that time, the train did not speed up. I was alone and had to spend more than 50 hours on the train. Although I remember all the instructions from my parents before going out, I carefully looked at my luggage and kept a polite distance from the passengers around me, I still couldn’t cover up my youth and simplicity.. From the departure station, passengers basically have seats. However, I didn’t get a seat ticket at that time, but I was lucky enough to stand next to a double seat with only one young man of my age on the seat. Opposite him was a man and a woman and two young men.. The young man may see me standing by and feel a little uncomfortable, so he took the initiative to talk to me and ask me if I have no seat and also told me that he has two seat numbers. The seat next to him has no one, so he told me to sit down in this seat.. Although I don’t know why he can have two seats on his own, I still sit down without hesitation.. Travel by train – but also in hard-seat cars, not only crowded and dull, but also bored. Perhaps because they are all young people and are all around the age of twenty, we and the two young people opposite the seat will soon become familiar with each other. In just a few hours after the train started, we naturally formed a small team that met by chance and took care of each other with tacit understanding. We took out all kinds of food we ate on the road and shared it generously, eating at the same time like we did with our family. We soon became the most striking scenery in the whole carriage.. When night falls, the people in the car gradually fall asleep, and tirelessly we are still playing cards and talking about our different stories, which is quite warm for the family to surround the stove and watch in winter.. During the conversation, I knew that the young man who gave his seat to me was a car mechanic from Kunming, but he seemed reluctant to tell us his name, but this did not affect our friendly relations at all.. Opposite the seat was a pair of brother and sister from Wenshan. The elder brother spoke very little and looked mature and steady, but the younger sister was more cheerful and actively introduced herself to me, so I learned that the elder brother was Pinghaisheng and seemed to be unemployed after graduating from high school. The younger sister was Pinghaiyan and was only in Grade One.. All three of them are going back to their hometown in Shanghai for the New Year, only I have to get off halfway. I feel very congenial to Heping Haiyan, and she seems to be happy to make friends with me. The girl’s simple and easy-going nature makes us almost unsuspecting. Before I get off the bus, we even left each other a mailing address and even said goodbye to this unforeseeable fate trip … Ah, sincere treatment and warmth along the way let us enjoy the precious pure love in life.. After many years, every time I remember the happiness and warmth of this journey, I wish in my heart that all the people who have traveled together can warm each other on the journey.!
[ Guide ]: Women who love words are easy to get excited, easy to feel, and easy to arouse compassion in their hearts. In the process of reading and writing words, tears were caused by the sadness of the words, and laughter was caused by the joy of the words.. I like to immerse myself in a quiet sea of words. I am alone, day or night, without any disturbance, and let my thoughts run wild and joyous on the Yuan Ye of my thoughts.. This time gently and slowly close your eyes, the artistic conception is always beautiful and beautiful, reaching an extreme. The heart is overflowing all the year round, spring, summer, autumn and winter. joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows, freely strolling about like a leisurely stroll, dribs and drabs, ups and downs. Mood with the fingers of the hands banging on the keyboard, words leaping with ups and downs, surging, rising and falling, faint resentment, plumes, lingering cotton, sadness and sorrow, happy, xi xi ha ha, happy . Ah, the whole text crazy crazy person. Although some words are not well understood, some rhetoric is not accurate enough, some words are not properly used, some sentences are not easy to read, and some words need to be looked up in a dictionary before they can read out their syllables and meanings.. However, this is secondary. It doesn’t matter. I like my own. Writing, for everyone, is never too old to learn. No one will be able to fully understand and thoroughly understand the vast spiritual civilization of Sinology – Chinese language and literature? Words, different feelings, different understandings. It is entirely up to the reader and the writer to grasp it by himself. One thousand kinds of mood, one thousand kinds of understanding and implementation permeate the person’s taste cultivation as well as the profound and plain knowledge. Of course, good words can resonate with everyone. Women who love words are easy to get excited, easy to feel, and easy to arouse compassion in their hearts. In the process of reading and writing words, tears were caused by the sadness of the words, and laughter was caused by the joy of the words.. My heart will be vividly displayed in front of my eyes when I see one mountain and one water, one person and one thing, one flower and one grass, whether it’s majestic or small bridge, whether it’s tall or heavy, whether it’s bright or green. This is the lure and charm of loving words.. A woman who loves words, her heart is aggressive and sunny. Reject darkness, reject sin. Remove the dross and accept the essence. Learn from each other and discard decadence. Wandering in the vast world with endless knowledge of words, you can see the bright and beautiful flowers singing praises, the clusters of flowers, kindness, sincerity, tolerance and fraternity.. The cunning and hypocrisy of nu scold, ugly and treacherous. The doctrine of the mean to preserve our sanity, cunning and smooth. ‘ Excuse me, where is the restaurant, shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.” Immersed in the thick and light bouquet of words, intoxicated and infatuated with it, it seems like drunk is not drunk at the moment.. Without any interference or hindrance, confinement or restraint, she is obsessed with writing in the ink fragrance heaven and allows women to fly happily.. The woman who loves words knows best how to love life and cherish it. She won’t leave her life in one mode. Know little emotional appeal, little romance, occasional surprise, sudden attack. Constantly inject fresh blood into your life to keep the dull life fresh. She was willing to do it, and she was able to work out the plan intentionally or unintentionally.. Daily life is like cooking home cooking. The same dish, if changed in pattern and in different ways, tastes fragrant. For example, take the most common and cheap potatoes, such as sour and hot potato chips, red-wrapped potato chips, shredded potatoes, sweet potato mash and boiled potato soup. This is the simple life that needs to be adjusted from day to day to make the same day have different life tastes.. Such a life is full of endless fun. Every time a woman feels depressed and sad, she writes a piece of her own writing, like a long sleeve dancing gently and softly from time to time in the lonely Chang ‘e in the Palace of Guanghan.. This time the body is light, the spirit is cool, and the heart is suddenly enlightened. What worries and worries vanished in a flash and rushed out of the cloud nine. Words can make the woman who loves it no longer lonely in heart and soul. With the company of writing, women enjoy the joy of writing and reap the power it gives them.. Let women have their own spiritual garden of independence. She is a graceful bamboo tree in the green forest, cold plum blossom with proud snow in winter, raining rain in spring, delicate and charming roses blooming in summer, and a slender month like a hook hanging in the night sky in autumn, shining with faint light, illuminating the lost people at night.. ‘ and the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die, and every night the candles will weep their wicks away. ‘ words, just words. Sometimes it is a true portrayal of real life, but sometimes it is far from real life. Just, at that time, the feeling of the soul, the catharsis of the mood and the yearning of the soul for beauty.In a word, words come from life, higher than life. With the passage of time, accumulate over a long period of time. Women who love words are often trained to be ” immortals” by words. They are not afraid of humiliation and laugh at the fallen flowers.. Because, the writing can repair the heart and nourish the nature, the woman with the writing exudes the charming scroll temperament unique to the woman from inside to outside.. A woman full of femininity. Such a woman is the most lovely, her bones are permeated with distinctive and flexible behaviors, winning and conquering all the admiration and appreciation of the opposite sex with her elegant and graceful manners and the understanding and gentleness implied by women.. Such a woman can be a good family or a small jasper. Women learn a lot of unknown knowledge from their favorite words. To enlighten and educate her in writing. I learned how to be a person, how to show filial piety to elders, how to care for relatives, how to educate children, and how to deal with people.. Own what you own, give up what you don’t own. Understand the self – esteem, self – love, self – confidence, self – improvement. Face life with a smile! This is not a woman, but a woman in Qian Qian who loves words as much as you, me and her. Puxi 20 1.0.1. 8.. Afternoon[ Responsible Editor: Men’s Tree ]
There are two things in my life that people always think of as secrets that are constantly being dug up: one that I cannot say; One thing I don’t want to admit. I often feel like a spicy hot pot on the street. Someone keeps coming. You scoop a spoonful of it, and he comes to pound a chopstick. Everyone is fishing for my bottom material at will. After eating well, they are gone, leaving me in a mess to cuddle up to my residual self – esteem.. Life is so far-fetched that it seems to erase the self-esteem that once hurt self – pity, and it doesn’t matter now what is difficult to say and unwilling to admit.. The day is still like that. If there is something like nothing to live by, it seems that one day can be missed, and neither day can be missed.. Everything seems familiar, but more often than not, the mood and experience are very different from what they used to be. I can’t say how much I feel, and I have a little more lasting appeal.. After every game, I won’t throw in the towel, occasionally speaking, but I thought if I had another game, it wouldn’t be like this. Today, I suddenly found myself in a mess of losing. He smiled, let go of the smile in his mood, whether he would laugh so easily if he had tasted a painful pain, and laugh out all the indifference and care he had in his time.? And how much pain does it take to realize how much enlightenment? Only then can we know how ridiculous it is to use other people’s words to motivate ourselves to work hard every day, and we should really change our way of life.. However, as before, I still use rational logic to describe every step that should be stepped out in the future, but I also always persist in those principles and feelings naively.. Also always capricious let oneself of sensibility and inertia, also always scold oneself have no backbone. Today, I sent him a WeChat” I finally understand that your maturity is not exactly what I can imitate with reason and simple logic. After a while of hard support, the girl’s willfulness and naivety will come out.. No wonder those vicissitudes of life and heartbreak that have been passed by years and true feelings will make me decide to love you well and use this life. No wonder I no longer spend my heart, and the gentle outpouring of deep emotions is my hard injury.! ‘ Haitao said,” Love is a pig killing knife.”, I burst out laughing, yeah! He came without warning and was slaughtered like a pig, but when he left, he must be bloody. Thinking about the smiling corners of my mouth that I couldn’t sleep at the beginning, I should be a happy person. God is so intelligent that you exist in this world, so satisfied! Now, I am more and more convinced that I have a dream every day and night.. After careful thinking, after struggling, life, friends, relatives, life and lovers will inevitably be redefined, so life will enter another track with the big and small principles of life expressed with tears..
No matter in civilized and harmonious socialism or in scientific and civilized capitalism, every country has an ugly phenomenon. Men whoring, women whoring. The oldest industry in this line has spread all over the world. If you want to completely exterminate this world’s oldest industry and stop its growth, you will never be able to do it.. Not far from the residence, there is a long street lane, which belongs to the shady people every night.. In addition to the Kosovo Trust Fund and hair salon, the foot bath room is located one by one, one row after another, extending from this end to the end of the street lane.. Among the men entering these places, there are old, middle-aged and young. They do not come to wash their hair or cut their hair, nor do they come to soak their feet for health care, nor do they come to show their voices.. Their common goals are all for sexual desire, and they are buzzing like flies with fishy smell.. The strange faces and greedy eyes flashed and reappeared. No wonder this street lane is called’ howling a street’ by the old people nearby. Because wolves are used to going out at night, the people who come here are like hungry wolves and come out to feed after the evening… When the place of enjoyment and entertainment becomes limitless, the good atmosphere, noble morality and self-love character are all left out of the minds of some ugly people.. The service nature of the so-called KTW, hair salons and foot bath houses has already been quietly transformed into human flesh trading places where people who sell dog meat with their heads hanging hand in hand pay money and hand in hand.. I don’t know if it has ruined the future of several people, destroyed their families and buried the youth of several people. Is this heaven or hell?? At night, the bustling street lane is a never-ending day. A poorly equipped hair salon with dazzling and hazy light. The young girls made their debut, standing by the glass door in sexy clothes, flirting and sending mei, trying their best to hold the pace of the sex hunters.. Visitor’ searches for his favorite sister with sharp eyes. The goods are selected and the price is negotiated. One by one, one can follow his sister into the dark room.. After a while, he dragged his tired torso, wobbled at a frivolous pace and came out listlessly, looking full of gaffes.. Pedestrians passing by devoted lane were waved by several enchanting sexy and self-indulgent women, such as frightened birds, who dared to stay and see more and quickly left the place like a ” ghost”. Foot bath rooms and Kosovo trust funds are much more upscale than hair salons. The colorful shop name signs flashing on the front of the door dazzled people with bright lights and laughing in the shop.. Young ladies, beautifully dressed, smiles appealed to welcome a wave of incoming and outgoing guests. The men who came here were all spring breeze, suits and shoes, swaggering in and out. These greedy people, who appear to be honest during the day and pose as a gentleman, actually do some shady business deals in the evening.. There was a dirty deal going on. I don’t know the depth of the night, I don’t know the confusion of the night.. The sun does not shine in the corner, and it is the burial place of those who do not see the sun. And those who can’t see the sun, the soul will always be buried in the corner where the sun can’t shine.. Swimming in the flesh, bathing in the sea of desire, listless, frail and lifeless, what’s the use of regret in old age??
The cold wind is biting, the snowflakes are fluttering, the sky is freezing cold, everything on the earth seems to be silent, only the wind is blowing, the snow is drifting, and the cold is wanton. I’m afraid of looking at the lifeless space, afraid of this feeling of nudity, my heart has been running away and rejecting this season. However, this winter is warm for you. It was a cold, windy morning, and the cold was pushing you from all directions. No thick clothes seemed to be able to resist its attack.. On this cold morning, what makes me feel warm is a text message: ” Teacher: I dreamed of you, and I can recite your phone number after graduation so long. I really want to 0905, teacher, it’s almost the end of the term. Don’t be too tired. Pay attention to your health. Good morning.”! Wang yucheng. ‘ The moment my eyes touched it, I felt the animation in my heart and moistened the past dribs and drabs.. What can make you dream, how many people can clearly write down your mobile phone number without turning over, a kind of strong friendship and a warm feeling are being transmitted to me through the message, that sunny girl, thank you for giving me the warmth of March in this winter. In the season when I was no longer young in my forties, my heart was often very emotional, even if it was a text message from a student, perhaps I have treated every child in Class 0905 as my own. I clearly remember every face, every child’s characteristics, even a smile, and allow me to engrave you in my heart, just as you always worry about me and surprise me.. In the three years of junior high school, I was your head teacher, but I prefer you to call me floret affectionately. Yes, we are close friends besides the teacher-student relationship defined by the school.. My original effort was only a professional instinct, and I even complained about the hard work many times, sometimes showing my emotions to you.. Your group of energetic children gave me full warmth after leaving, even the whole spring, so that I won’t feel cold this winter. This year’s Teacher’s Day, one short interest after another, mostly comes from your blessings. Despite my repeated stops, your enthusiasm was still burning in front of me, bunches of flowers and gifts piled up all over the desk like snowflakes. What moved me even more was the heart-shaped notebook in which you sincerely recorded past moments and expressed your heartfelt wishes to the teacher.. Quietly tell you, it has been on my desk all the time. This book is your pure eyes and the source of my strength when my work worries me.. You all came to hug me one by one, and some still stuck your face on my face. In today’s absence of feelings, I felt your innocence and the temperature of this city and this school.. In front of flowers and blessings, in front of your hot feelings, I am really as happy as a child, and really feel as if I was a child during the New Year.. On New Year’s Day, when I was at home checking the gains and losses of a year, a rapid ringing of the cell phone brought you blessings. When you didn’t find me, you used Miss Yuwen’s cell phone to convey your friendship and hold the hot cell phone. I didn’t know how to convey it, because there was a feeling that animation caught my eyes and dampened my voice. ” Teacher, you have a cold.”? The teacher didn’t catch a cold, but was moved by you affectionate children. Walking on campus, I will have a pair of hands tightly encircling you from behind. I don’t have to guess who you are going to high school all the time. Then I will take the teacher’s hand and expose a face of surprise. My eyes are full of worries and concerns.. At this moment, I will unconsciously touch your head with my hands and sprinkle exhortations and encouragement to you again. Maybe you have already heard the calluses in your ears, but I will still suffer from occupational diseases and give my nagging without tire.. I know – the teacher. You will nod your head with a playful, long tone. although you don’t care a bit, I know you will be in your heart. Students who fail to get into the middle and high schools of No.1 Middle School also often hear from them. Zhang Xia, the child who does not love learning but is lively, cheerful and emotional, reads the message from her. I seem to see her smiling like sunshine, as if she is moving towards the hotel management major she likes.. Wu Siyu, the simple girl who doesn’t know how to worry, giggles are coming from distant cities through her mobile phone, vividly describing this winter that belongs to me.. Zhou Jiahua, who makes me headache and makes me feel miserable, did not forget to visit his teacher and look at his lack of motherly love and thin body. He was relieved of his previous bad behavior and inhumanity, and only wanted to embrace him in his heart. I hope this society can accept this child who lacks love and let him feel the warmth of the world.. When memories wrap me up, I am no longer cold this winter, I am surrounded by your love, I am warm by your true feelings, and this warmth has been spreading and spreading. During recess, when I was walking towards the water room with a cup, the students in Class 2 would quickly come forward, pick up the cup to fetch water for me and then hand it to you with both hands. This seems to have become a habit.. I will not refuse any more, nor will I allow you to refuse at all. In recent days, near the final exam, I came to school early, and the students will float their concerns to you in surprise: teacher, come so early, didn’t you eat. Then you will quietly put the bread on the talking table while you don’t pay attention to it. For every child in Class 0905, I would rather change the student into a child, because I treat each of you as my own child. You can rest assured that the teacher bathes in the ocean of love every day and will surely live healthy and happy life! Compared with what you gave me, what I gave you was far from enough, especially what made me feel ashamed of you was that I had to be hospitalized for medical reasons two months before the entrance examination, saying that it was untrue that it had no effect on you, and the teacher had been struggling and his heart had been uneasy.. You lovely children, I should thank you, your vigor infected me, and your enthusiasm warmed me. The warm sunshine in the winter is in my heart and warms every winter in my life.
I am happy to learn that the discipline in the first grade class is not very good these days, and there are students who speak to the students behind me and even walk past their positions in each class.. I also know that it is difficult for them to control themselves. After all, they are still young. Today I went to the first grade of mathematics, and the discipline in the classroom was relatively good. Before the class, I asked the first-grade pupils who had brought notebooks, almost all of them, and only a small number of students, including Liang cuifen, did not bring them.. Cui Fen is a quiet and shy girl. Although she didn’t have a notebook, she listened carefully in class and answered questions actively.. Today, my content is division, which is a little difficult for the first-grade pupils, but my purpose is to let them lay a good foundation for learning multiplication and division in the third grade ahead of time.. In class, I asked them to read the multiplication formula collectively, and asked them to copy the multiplication formula after class and then memorize it. If they learn the multiplication formula by heart, they can do multiplication and division more easily in the future. After class, lovely Triffin came to me with a dollar and said softly in that tender voice, ” Teacher, I’m going to buy a notebook now.”. Hear this sentence! It really melted my heart! She is very cute.. I nodded, and she ran to buy a notebook and came back. When she saw the screen closed, she told me to open it and then copied it carefully. She is really a good boy who is willing to learn. If she keeps doing this all the time, she will certainly have a promising future.. Willing to learn, learning will bring us knowledge and pleasure.
If life means death, then death means the arrival of a new life. Life is only a reincarnation, originating from nature and belonging to nature. People are like this, all animals are like this. Time flies, and in a twinkling of an eye, more than 30 years have passed, and the shadow of my yellow bull still remains in my heart today. In my childhood, in my dim memory, a yellow bull was kept in my family. It was swollen with tendinous flesh, shiny hair, thick neck, legs like pillars, long tail, and was very cute. This yellow bull can be called grandpa’s good friend. When grandpa was young, he was a famous tailor in the local area. In his later years, he had sewing machines in the countryside, and his manual way gradually narrowed.. All the year round, except for some old people who made some leather clothes, grandpa was basically idle at home and no one asked him to do sewing work.. Father brought the yellow bull back from the production team, probably to find some work for the elderly grandfather, or let the yellow bull be his companion. Since the yellow bull entered the door, grandpa had just turned pale in the east every morning, and the genius was now bright. he got up and led the yellow bull up the hill. grandpa often said, ” the cow is full, so he can work hard.”. During the day, whether it’s summer, winter or hot, grandpa carried a basket and waded through the mountains and mountains, cutting cattle and grass and preparing a hearty lunch for the yellow bull.. In the evening, the team stopped working. The afterglow of the sunset shone long on the path. Some villagers were carrying hoes and holding sheep. Some carried firewood and hurried home with the children. At this moment, grandpa took back the yellow bull who had finished his day’s work in the production team from the farmer’s hand, took it to the river to drink water and washed the yellow mud off the cow with water.. Then, driving the yellow bull to walk along the river, the yellow bull seemed to be afraid of the silence of the day and night at this moment, munching the grass on the side of the road into his big mouth, ruminating and chewing it carefully, and slowly coming home until dark.. Grandpa can be careful with the yellow bull. It snows in winter. Grandpa will give the cow the forage he has already cut, and he will also stew warm boiled water for the cow to drink.. Every time grandpa wants to go out, the task of cattle herding naturally falls on my head, and grandpa always tells me this and that as if he were not at ease.! In fact, after school at that time, I would rather be the latter of the two household chores of finding pig grass and herding cattle at home.. Because cattle herding can not only be combined with reading, but also be fun. The yellow bull was tamed by his grandfather, so long as you call out, ” ah Huang,” it will stop eating grass and look at you with its ears open and its blue eyes open.. Every time I touch its curved knife-like pointed horn, it will twist its pointed horn to touch me and itch. As soon as I put it on the mountain, I saw its tongue rolling around in the grass like a sickle and never running all over the mountain.. At this time, I will leisurely lie on the big rock and read my favorite books. There is an old saying in the countryside: ” More cattle till more fields.” In fact, it is not. At that time, the rural collective work quota, docile and obedient cattle, so that cattle, people are competing for use, resulting in the phenomenon of’ good cattle plow more fields’. The yellow bull in my family has a gentle temper and is good at communicating with others. Whether it’s sunny, rainy, windy or snowy, it’s the same as working hard at work.. Every time the tiller pulls it into the ground, it will take the initiative to stretch out its neck to let you put a yoke on it and trip the shoulder rope. You call out, ” Go,” it immediately raises its head, gathers its hooves, and moves forward vigorously, as if stepping on the mountains and clouds, making people feel comfortable.. When it comes to the end of the field, it will take the initiative to stop and watch the tiller and never pull the crops. All you need to do is shout, ” Come here,” and it immediately turns around without saying a word, straightens up its waist and pulls the plough to the utmost.. Even if it is sometimes too tired to gasp for breath and foaming at the mouth, it still pulls the plough relentlessly and never steals half a step of laziness. Anyone who uses it to plow the field, catch up with the ground and rake the ground will boast that the yellow bull is obedient so that it can work well.. Spring ploughing, summer sowing and autumn harvest, crops are planted year after year and harvested again. The yellow land that has been ploughed, raked and raked by yellow cattle grows green and luxuriant on a slope of corn and small sorghum. A fan of rice green, rippling like a green sea with the wind, all thanks to the yellow bull. The garden is full of grain and fruitful results, which all have the dedication of yellow bull. In the middle of last century, nightmarish poverty hung around our countryside, where poor mountains, poor water, poor land and poor people did not escape the unfortunate fate of our yellow bull.. I remember that one morning in the deep winter, grandpa took yellow bull to the back mountain as usual at dawn. the temperature was very low and the ground was covered with a layer of white frost and the road was slippery.. Grandpa took the yellow bull to eat grass and walked forward. Unfortunately, when the cow’s feet slipped, the yellow bull fell down and fell to a stone ridge more than 10 meters high. Grandpa hurriedly jumped off the stone ridge and pulled the bull’s nose hard. The yellow bull was limping and limping to its feet. When I came home, I asked the veterinarian to come over and have a look. Huang Gunniu was diagnosed with a fracture of the back thigh.. From then on, I can no longer work as a ploughman and become a waste cow.. Grandpa was very regretful and hurt for this. It was also because of poverty at that time that only at the festival in the countryside did the production team kill a few pigs and give them to members for a festival. The team had a population of several hundred and a few pigs turned to a family of only a few catties of meat.. Members can’t eat meat several times a year, so they used to call eating meat a’ bruising sacrifice’. ‘ The production team saw that the yellow bull in my house was disabled and raised again, and the team also had to post work points.. Therefore, the team committee decided at a meeting to kill Huang Gunniu and let the members make a sumptuous food. The next day, my sister and I went to school, and the captain brought two butchers into my house. grandpa pleaded with the captain with tears: ” can I not kill this yellow bull, I don’t want the team to work and feed it?”. Obviously, grandpa’s words are useless. Later, it was said that when the two butchers entered the cow stall, Huang Cuan seemed to understand everything. A pair of front legs’ plop’ kneel down to grandpa, and long tears flow out of his eyes. Grandpa said that tears had already filled his eyes and thought, ” Huang, listen.”. ‘ but his mouth seemed to be blocked by cotton and he could not say it after all. On that day, the team divided beef and gave my family ( cattle feeders ) an extra two catties to split the flesh and blood.. In the evening, the mother put the beef and the basket on a big pot of stew, and the children all scrambled to eat, but grandpa did not move a chopstick, and the rice was only stripped twice, without even washing it, and went to bed.. At that time, we were young and thought it was grandpa’s body that day, or what was wrong, and we didn’t know that grandpa was blaming himself for breaking the leg of the yellow bull.! Since then, grandpa, who has always been open-minded and optimistic, has been unhappy all day and has since become silent.. In the autumn of the next year, grandpa, who had passed more than 80 years of the Spring and Autumn Period, had never taken a medicine or hit a stiff plate with a needle, and finally fell down. Once he fell ill on the bed, he never stood up again.. After grandpa’s illness, he still read Huang Cuan in his heart, and until his old man’s death, he still intermittently and vaguely read the name’ ah Huang’. Many years later, in the sealed memory, every time I think of grandpa, I will think of yellow bull and the sad tears of bull.. Now, it seems that the tears of the bull sang for life, and it interpreted life so beautifully. Because this life is like the wind, dancing lightly. Life is like rain, penetrating everything. Life is like a wisp of clear spring, watering people’s impetuous heart. Even if the earth-shaking changes have taken place in our life today, I will never forget the yellow bull, because we cannot live without it in the past, nor can we live without it now, and more importantly, this wonderful world cannot live without it.. In my mind, the Yellow Bull’s River of Life is flowing into the sea, but the land it flows through was once the land it cultivated, and its life still extends over that land -.
I haven’t had normal communication with you in three years, have I? You haven’t said you miss me for three years, have you? Did you not live in a sober world for three years? Will there be children and me in your world that you care about day and night? I’ve always heard them say recently, ” Your grandmother is much more ill.’,’ Your grandmother has a much clearer mind.”. I always said with a smile, ” Yes! She’s not Alzheimer’s, she’s depressed, she sent it when she was young, and she’ll be fine! I used to explain to people who asked me, ” My grandmother is not senile dementia. She doesn’t like to talk because she has depression and will be fine.”! I always believe that you will be fine. I believe that you will call me up one morning as usual with a strange accent, or very reproachfully say, ” Go to sleep again. What time is it now?”! I never liked to wear the clothes you had prepared before. I always secretly took off my woolen trousers in winter. I also didn’t like to go to the bathhouse with you in winter. I envy the children who were brought to take a bath by my mother. I hate you for exerting too much force every time you rub my bath.. You should be the kind of old lady who is very short-tempered and bad – tempered, right. You always worry that I will be bullied by others. I still remember that I accidentally fell into the river while playing with a few boys next door. Fortunately, several adults saw me at that time. You ran over and hugged me while crying that day. The most you said at that time was’ I’ll lock you in the house next time you go out’. Later, I heard that those boys did not dare to come to me for several days. I hated and blamed you for this in my heart. I thought I was still afraid of you.. In 2008, you suffered an earthquake because of my parents who worked in Chengdu, and your old illness recurred because I cried every day when I called home because I was not happy in school, this time for three years. They say you’ll be fine, just for a long time. They also said that they may not be able to recover from this mental illness because they are older.. I want you to be better, even if you criticize me every day and pick my faults every day, yet you are extremely partial to me.. You can’t bear to be tired by any one in your family. You said it was hard to earn money outside, so take a good rest when you come back and don’t want them to do anything. Every day you are busy at a family dinner, and then you can eat at the end of the day.. You spoke in a loud voice. I thought you were in good health at that time.. But now you don’t want to say more than half a sentence. You always sit alone in the doorway and bask in the sun. You sometimes ask me where the sun is outside today, and then sit alone in a small room without waiting for me to answer. You just sit in the lounge chair, motionless for a long time, and you always ignore people who ask you at home.. You won’t even say a word to Grandpa. You won’t know how angry Grandpa was when he was going to wash your hair that day when you knocked over the washbasin and refused to wash it. I think he was also very sad.. You took care of him so well before, you know? Grandpa still can’t wash clothes. He still can’t cook many dishes. He fried chili bean curd for a summer vacation last year. Although I thought you didn’t cook as much as my mother, I still hope to eat your cooking again.. After the winter vacation, the grandmother next door said, ” Your grandmother is still talking to us. Your grandmother said she missed you the other day and said you did things for her at home. When you went to school, no one did anything.”. I know you won’t turn a blind eye to everything, at least you still miss me. I like to take you out for a stroll now. The doctor said that you should be more relaxed when you are ill. Did you hear them praise your granddaughter for being so sweet and happy to you?? You’ll be all right, won’t you? I really want to see you running before and after every day. I hope you can see me happy. You still have a lot to tell me! I said I won’t go far to work and start a family and career in the future. I said I’m too homesick. I said I loathe to give up my mother. In fact, I’m worried that I will not be able to be by your side one day when you need me.. You have given me too much love, and I want to give it back to you slowly. You can’t No Country for Old Men, because I love you.
After dinner, my father went to the second floor, because I was worried about my father, so I followed him up, and when I arrived at the door of the room, I heard my father crying and crying in the room.. And I heard in my heart that I wanted to be proud of my father, who was just an ordinary builder, but he worked very hard all day in the sun and earned hard-earned money. Tell me about my childhood. / / When I was a child, I believed that many people were more afraid of their father and felt that his father was tall and fierce, and I was no exception.. Ha ha ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ in fact, we are all wrong, but father is so kind, more communication and more care… I still remember what happened ten years ago and will never forget it in my mind. Ten years ago, the family was poor, but at this time things that nobody could think of happened to me. At that time, I saw my father and mother borrowing money to cure my illness.. Father and mother had a lot of white hair overnight. I didn’t sleep all night and thought of father and mother when I really wanted to give up and give up to cure diseases.. At that time, for a rural family, what a huge sum of tens of thousands of yuan was spent at once / and at this time, my brother and sister also gave up their studies, and their achievements were compared with mine. At that time, my father and mother did not agree with my brother and sister giving up their studies, and I knew they did not want to do so, but at that time they had to give up with that sum.. Although it has been ten years since I said these things, I will never forget the scene and it has always been recorded in my mind… In my impression, I only remember my father crying three times, when grandma and grandpa died 10 years ago and once last year. Last year, my brother and child were originally happy when they were born, but no one thought of it but they became sad when my father heard him crying on the other side of the phone, but he has been comforting us, China and dad, but he can’t accept it at once. At that time, it was sad and sad, but I had to be rational because of my brother… After handling the matter well, I came home without seeing my father drink for a long time, but drank a lot on that day. I knew my father was very upset.. After dinner, my father went to the second floor, because I was worried about my father, so I followed him up. When I arrived at the door of the room, I heard my father crying and crying in the room.. And I heard in my heart that my father and mother had been working so hard like a knife cutting pain. Now every time I go home to see my father and mother, my heart is sore. With the change of time, I have been out of school for almost four years. Every time I call home, I tell my father and mother not to work so hard. I have already come out to make money. I have never forgotten my original oath. Next, let me honor you both. Father, mother, brother and sister I love you ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ father, mother, brother and sister I love you ~ ~ ~ ~ ~