Again seems to grow back a number of small yellow, body hair can be up first, obviously become thin out. Fur is no longer smooth, and I met before the grandmother did not seem enthusiastic, and only when the younger brother home from school when it was excited, his brother and turn around, and put out his tongue to lick his hand.
"Forget it! Grandma, we'll never get it out." I said, "it will look for this is its home, you send away it will come back!"
Grandma reluctantly shook his head.
Later, the body of a small yellow sores, pus all day, although I find it to buy the drugs and remedies to its rule, but they failed to save its life, small yellow dead! I have tears in my eyes and buried it. At that time my brother has been on the junior high school, boarding school was not at home.
Years later, when people mention the "mother of child is never too ugly, dog sees a poor family", "Sang Jiaquan" kind of thing, I think of small yellow. I do not understand small yellow in the end was thinking, can it really surprised me perseverance.
Monday, December 20, 2010
small yellow（二）
"Kitties thousand, million dogs in mind, Sparrow has also made a half a mile." Grandma said to me quietly, "sending send far more."
Some hesitation in my heart. Both the poor little yellow, but also the poor brother. Huang came back to his younger brother are happy to tears, and I can not let my brother be sad. But one day, my brother and I were not at home when a car carrying away a small yellow, is a passing discussion of water in oil drivers who carried off the little yellow! Of course, with the driver "conspiracy" there are also grandmother.
"Xiao Huang had been stolen!"
His younger brother after school, my grandmother was told his brother, but I do not believe it. Angry brother, who cursed the driver of oil, what car turned into the ditch, killed, and so nasty out say the word out, but I know that the driver must be wrong, because the grandmother had been steal laugh.
Huang finally sent out, and Grandma and I finally relax. I did not expect, about the scene more than two months, small yellow is back!
Some hesitation in my heart. Both the poor little yellow, but also the poor brother. Huang came back to his younger brother are happy to tears, and I can not let my brother be sad. But one day, my brother and I were not at home when a car carrying away a small yellow, is a passing discussion of water in oil drivers who carried off the little yellow! Of course, with the driver "conspiracy" there are also grandmother.
"Xiao Huang had been stolen!"
His younger brother after school, my grandmother was told his brother, but I do not believe it. Angry brother, who cursed the driver of oil, what car turned into the ditch, killed, and so nasty out say the word out, but I know that the driver must be wrong, because the grandmother had been steal laugh.
Huang finally sent out, and Grandma and I finally relax. I did not expect, about the scene more than two months, small yellow is back!
small yellow（一）
Huang is not a person but a dog's name. Older, I was never feel guilty about their own ignorance of childhood, this guilt not only because of people, but also because a dog. Its name called the Little yellow.
Huang are then I do not know where his brother to hold a puppy. It has a yellow coat and white belly, my brother like it very much, named Huang. May be because I was a child had been bitten by a dog next door, so the puppy on his brother's very offensive. Huang seems to know I hate it, and tried every means to please me. Use it that shiny, smooth body in my front, back and forth behind the cruise, and wag its tail looked to me a good show, but it is wrong! It is more so, the more resentment will cause me, and even raised his foot to kick it will look and roared: "off to one side!"
"Go get it! Your sister does not like."
I hate to see grandma dog to do the work of his brother, asking him to send back the small yellow road ditch, so that passers choose to feed. Brother pouted unhappy, dragging several days before holding the small yellow away! But while he Gangdao Jia, Xiao Huang and even run with jumps to come back.
"You are a loud noise going on? You Gang Daojia it come back?" Grandma scolded his brother.
"I am commanded as you put it in the road ditch." Brother side of the argument, the small yellow hand tightly in his arms, raised his head and small yellow "bark!" Toward the younger brother, very excited look.
A few days later, a distant relative to our home work, went away, my grandmother raised him feeding the puppy to take home. Grandma found a wicker basket, put the puppy on the inside so that relatives who later tied to the bike racks, and one with a small bag kept in the top, tied with a rope around, leaving only a small gap. Small yellow box in the wicker "bark!" To call, when my grandmother gave it to relatives out of the gate when the man, the head suddenly from the small yellow package single drill out the two of us looked pitiful. Younger brother to school not at home, came back a few days after the naughty, it when a long time, but one day, one evening after about half a month, Huang is back!
Huang are then I do not know where his brother to hold a puppy. It has a yellow coat and white belly, my brother like it very much, named Huang. May be because I was a child had been bitten by a dog next door, so the puppy on his brother's very offensive. Huang seems to know I hate it, and tried every means to please me. Use it that shiny, smooth body in my front, back and forth behind the cruise, and wag its tail looked to me a good show, but it is wrong! It is more so, the more resentment will cause me, and even raised his foot to kick it will look and roared: "off to one side!"
"Go get it! Your sister does not like."
I hate to see grandma dog to do the work of his brother, asking him to send back the small yellow road ditch, so that passers choose to feed. Brother pouted unhappy, dragging several days before holding the small yellow away! But while he Gangdao Jia, Xiao Huang and even run with jumps to come back.
"You are a loud noise going on? You Gang Daojia it come back?" Grandma scolded his brother.
"I am commanded as you put it in the road ditch." Brother side of the argument, the small yellow hand tightly in his arms, raised his head and small yellow "bark!" Toward the younger brother, very excited look.
A few days later, a distant relative to our home work, went away, my grandmother raised him feeding the puppy to take home. Grandma found a wicker basket, put the puppy on the inside so that relatives who later tied to the bike racks, and one with a small bag kept in the top, tied with a rope around, leaving only a small gap. Small yellow box in the wicker "bark!" To call, when my grandmother gave it to relatives out of the gate when the man, the head suddenly from the small yellow package single drill out the two of us looked pitiful. Younger brother to school not at home, came back a few days after the naughty, it when a long time, but one day, one evening after about half a month, Huang is back!
Murano's tombstone（一）
Home to the old grave to pay homage to my late grandmother, I interspersed stands in the graveyard tombstone read one by one, looking at those I am familiar with the names engraved in the tombstone above my eyes there is one bright live face. With my elders, but also my peers. I left the course of time, when these people lie here, I tend not to know. I turned around, stop at a place called Wu Lanqing of the monument and looked at the name that appears in front of me is a beautiful young woman.
She is my own family, a sister, when I was young and his sister often play together. I like her, not only because she looks handsome, but also because she and my brother is married to the block breaking free love their parents. Because I like her brother's character, despite his brother and his family was poor and determined to marry, and I respect her, admire her courage. At that time, she was forced by the pressure of marriage came to his brother ran out at midnight the next day in the village after the government took out a marriage, sprinkled with a handful of candy to become married, and because of this, her family and she even cut a few years relationship, until she gave birth to a child, the parents there was to forgive her.
Wife who not only looks beautiful, very talented, very enthusiastic to help others. No matter who has the hard heart of the matter as long as she knows, will keep trying to do. A few years ago I came home to grandma's anniversary of the memorial, Qing Lan wife ran before, after running to help with the cooking, clean up things. To my surprise, she was quite young, even some straight back not up, but the smile before. I'm glad she saw, saying it was an old maid came, and I want to chat for a while, but because I was eager to entertain other people and other things, and she said something in a hurry to leave. A few more years, I went home to attend a funeral elders met her daughter, did not know she suffered pain or illness, died after been operated on twice impressively happy death.
While you are alive suffered the pain of torture, can stop your heart happy, because you and your brother are compatible. I touched the tombstone hand, stroking her name to himself.
She is my own family, a sister, when I was young and his sister often play together. I like her, not only because she looks handsome, but also because she and my brother is married to the block breaking free love their parents. Because I like her brother's character, despite his brother and his family was poor and determined to marry, and I respect her, admire her courage. At that time, she was forced by the pressure of marriage came to his brother ran out at midnight the next day in the village after the government took out a marriage, sprinkled with a handful of candy to become married, and because of this, her family and she even cut a few years relationship, until she gave birth to a child, the parents there was to forgive her.
Wife who not only looks beautiful, very talented, very enthusiastic to help others. No matter who has the hard heart of the matter as long as she knows, will keep trying to do. A few years ago I came home to grandma's anniversary of the memorial, Qing Lan wife ran before, after running to help with the cooking, clean up things. To my surprise, she was quite young, even some straight back not up, but the smile before. I'm glad she saw, saying it was an old maid came, and I want to chat for a while, but because I was eager to entertain other people and other things, and she said something in a hurry to leave. A few more years, I went home to attend a funeral elders met her daughter, did not know she suffered pain or illness, died after been operated on twice impressively happy death.
While you are alive suffered the pain of torture, can stop your heart happy, because you and your brother are compatible. I touched the tombstone hand, stroking her name to himself.
watch a movie
Some research, Ming and Qing Dynasties, once popular in Henan opera there are well documented as many as 45, but I headed in addition to hear opera in Henan Opera, but also particularly fond of a popular game in North - pregnant bang , also known as pregnant tune. It does not Peking opera, elegant, no Shaoxing, Huangmei the graceful scenery, it has the Henan people can be warm, bright, booming, passionate.
Huai-bang play mostly folk performances, and some villages are pregnant with clapper theater specifically. I remember when I was young, pregnant bang theater Chencun the slack after the autumn almost every year are performed to our village, the kind of excitement over the New Year that far out! Each troupe has not come to the village on the uproar to spread, and only so much noise so we had boiling hot, and what are static and less than heart to! Date finally settle down, and little children will one day the Corps to inquire about the news several times, until the beginning of the stage set up, and everyone's heart was more disturbed by Huang Huang, and no other sound of gongs and drums to that opening scene, street, alley full of Dianzhe bench and laughter of the crowd. Our primary school next to the Corps, so, singing the days school is put a fake.
Theatre singing familiar play most of the text. What Mu Guiying command, Fan Lihua Zheng Xi. There are states, and food Bao Chen, Qin Xianglian and so on. I was young and do not like those emotions honestly seen sitting in the crowd, rise and fall of interpretation. But the children and the Lord of the watch lying on the table corner. Sometimes go back and see just end the Shitai Jun Long Touguai and colleagues took the name of play, the original stage senile Shitai Jun still so young.
Opera singing for a few days, we have a bunch of crazy kids a few days, happy days. Village Theatre was soon picked up by another, every time I pass by the Corps after school, it seems to have heard the sultry voice and engaging pregnant bang.
Huai-bang play mostly folk performances, and some villages are pregnant with clapper theater specifically. I remember when I was young, pregnant bang theater Chencun the slack after the autumn almost every year are performed to our village, the kind of excitement over the New Year that far out! Each troupe has not come to the village on the uproar to spread, and only so much noise so we had boiling hot, and what are static and less than heart to! Date finally settle down, and little children will one day the Corps to inquire about the news several times, until the beginning of the stage set up, and everyone's heart was more disturbed by Huang Huang, and no other sound of gongs and drums to that opening scene, street, alley full of Dianzhe bench and laughter of the crowd. Our primary school next to the Corps, so, singing the days school is put a fake.
Theatre singing familiar play most of the text. What Mu Guiying command, Fan Lihua Zheng Xi. There are states, and food Bao Chen, Qin Xianglian and so on. I was young and do not like those emotions honestly seen sitting in the crowd, rise and fall of interpretation. But the children and the Lord of the watch lying on the table corner. Sometimes go back and see just end the Shitai Jun Long Touguai and colleagues took the name of play, the original stage senile Shitai Jun still so young.
Opera singing for a few days, we have a bunch of crazy kids a few days, happy days. Village Theatre was soon picked up by another, every time I pass by the Corps after school, it seems to have heard the sultry voice and engaging pregnant bang.
Blue sky, white clouds
Grandmother to the ground along a child picking cotton, because the young, most of the time his grandmother in the defloration, I'm playing, play tired, lying on the edge of a farm, watching the clouds ridge.
At that time, the sky is to blue, clouds of white children was so.
I looked at the sky and white clouds, like sheep, while lying languidly in the blue sky, now like a big ball of cotton, white, white ground floor spread out! I remember a nursery rhyme: crooked little children on the ship, small boats pointed at both ends, I sit in a small boat. . . . . .
I suddenly have an impulse, the impulse to lie in the above! Little did I know it's just a mass of fog in the sky.
Later, as I grew older, erected a village not far from a chimney. A paper mill, a cement plant, there are ceramic factory. The chimney erected these young people have brought us excitement and hope. An "industrial revolution" changed the rural areas, and changed our lives, but also created a number of bosses.
Days gradually become hazy, as if unwilling eyes open all day in the sleepy too. If the sun were to launch hard, happy days are still gloomy.
I finally understand, not the cloud covered the sun, but these factories spit out the chimney smoke day and night, and that the chimney like the devil, polluting our skies all day.
My heart became anxious as the smoke up and relax without the kind of childhood, the kind of dream. That group of white clouds floating in the sky has become in the past with my childhood.
At that time, the sky is to blue, clouds of white children was so.
I looked at the sky and white clouds, like sheep, while lying languidly in the blue sky, now like a big ball of cotton, white, white ground floor spread out! I remember a nursery rhyme: crooked little children on the ship, small boats pointed at both ends, I sit in a small boat. . . . . .
I suddenly have an impulse, the impulse to lie in the above! Little did I know it's just a mass of fog in the sky.
Later, as I grew older, erected a village not far from a chimney. A paper mill, a cement plant, there are ceramic factory. The chimney erected these young people have brought us excitement and hope. An "industrial revolution" changed the rural areas, and changed our lives, but also created a number of bosses.
Days gradually become hazy, as if unwilling eyes open all day in the sleepy too. If the sun were to launch hard, happy days are still gloomy.
I finally understand, not the cloud covered the sun, but these factories spit out the chimney smoke day and night, and that the chimney like the devil, polluting our skies all day.
My heart became anxious as the smoke up and relax without the kind of childhood, the kind of dream. That group of white clouds floating in the sky has become in the past with my childhood.
Blessed（三）
Since then, blessed with youth education played a really small, pestering him all day and hold, and finally one day, a small youth anxious to throw the blessed shoe warehouse in the high top.
"Why should you fight with them? They might sell you back to your people counting money!" I advise blessed Road.
Happy to see I did not speak, his eyes looking at that pair of shoes on the roof, even the eyes of the Tide.
"Hey! Why bother to bully an honest person!" I sighed. To the house to let him put out a pair of leather shoes, blessed shook his head stubbornly, said: "I want my shoes."
I have no choice but to let him and got a bowl of noodles to eat, blessed as a child looked at me smiled!
Finally one day, blessed transport team to go out, I heard that when the door son.
Speaking of his marriage, there is still a legend. That day, blessed to get brown sugar supply and marketing cooperatives, came back, met a car accident. The street a big truck to escape after a young girl knocked down, a big circle around it of people stopped to watch, but no one come forward to save lives. Blessed see around a lot of people, but also squeeze watch, see that girl Manlianshixue, lying on the ground moaning, then moved compassion. He lifted up the girl, out of the crowd, pulling her to sit in his car and sent to rural hospitals, and the girl money for treatment, then, blessed gone, did not seriously. Can be over a period of time, people seek them out. His father put the girl and snacks, fruit, give thanks to the blessed home, meet with the conversation phase of the honest old man blessed one, they call the shots the only child to marry blessed, blessed are done door-law move. This condition is also good, blessed do not have the coolies at work.
Later, the transport team who brought blessed, blessed the name of said play well, foolish people that foolish fortune. But I know, blessed because of his solid, Aventure.
"Why should you fight with them? They might sell you back to your people counting money!" I advise blessed Road.
Happy to see I did not speak, his eyes looking at that pair of shoes on the roof, even the eyes of the Tide.
"Hey! Why bother to bully an honest person!" I sighed. To the house to let him put out a pair of leather shoes, blessed shook his head stubbornly, said: "I want my shoes."
I have no choice but to let him and got a bowl of noodles to eat, blessed as a child looked at me smiled!
Finally one day, blessed transport team to go out, I heard that when the door son.
Speaking of his marriage, there is still a legend. That day, blessed to get brown sugar supply and marketing cooperatives, came back, met a car accident. The street a big truck to escape after a young girl knocked down, a big circle around it of people stopped to watch, but no one come forward to save lives. Blessed see around a lot of people, but also squeeze watch, see that girl Manlianshixue, lying on the ground moaning, then moved compassion. He lifted up the girl, out of the crowd, pulling her to sit in his car and sent to rural hospitals, and the girl money for treatment, then, blessed gone, did not seriously. Can be over a period of time, people seek them out. His father put the girl and snacks, fruit, give thanks to the blessed home, meet with the conversation phase of the honest old man blessed one, they call the shots the only child to marry blessed, blessed are done door-law move. This condition is also good, blessed do not have the coolies at work.
Later, the transport team who brought blessed, blessed the name of said play well, foolish people that foolish fortune. But I know, blessed because of his solid, Aventure.
Blessed（二）
Since then, said the small youth blessed by a wife, and constantly lied to him smoke cigarettes, but also wish that he said to give a "quantitative households" (people who eat the grain.)
One day, supply and marketing of a carriage coming up the goods Zhang. Young pointed to a shiny little shiny black and red mules, said: "how? Queue long enough, right?" Blessed to know have taken the bait, but also a yard full of young people run chasing a small, small young side ran side shouted: "Supply and Marketing Cooperative mule supply of material, not quantitative account what is! "
Finally one day, wrapped around a small youth are blessed, however, promised to him that a marriage, the next evening.
That night, blessed be led to a room, turned on the kang edge wear bright-colored clothes sat a woman wearing a scarf.
Blessed came in and looked at the "woman" Hey smile.
"You like it?" Asked a woman Xishengxiqi.
"I, I do." Blessed little bit excited, but also stutter speak up!
"I do not want you want!" A woman stood up, "you can not even hardly tell the male and female, but also want to marry a wife?"
Blessed are looking at the woman surprised a moment, is that his matchmaking small youth.
One day, supply and marketing of a carriage coming up the goods Zhang. Young pointed to a shiny little shiny black and red mules, said: "how? Queue long enough, right?" Blessed to know have taken the bait, but also a yard full of young people run chasing a small, small young side ran side shouted: "Supply and Marketing Cooperative mule supply of material, not quantitative account what is! "
Finally one day, wrapped around a small youth are blessed, however, promised to him that a marriage, the next evening.
That night, blessed be led to a room, turned on the kang edge wear bright-colored clothes sat a woman wearing a scarf.
Blessed came in and looked at the "woman" Hey smile.
"You like it?" Asked a woman Xishengxiqi.
"I, I do." Blessed little bit excited, but also stutter speak up!
"I do not want you want!" A woman stood up, "you can not even hardly tell the male and female, but also want to marry a wife?"
Blessed are looking at the woman surprised a moment, is that his matchmaking small youth.
Blessed（一）
A few days ago, Mr. Lu Xun's The True Story of Ah Q, reminds me a call blessed.
Blessed is a porter, I was in a department store warehouse as storage, we are very familiar. Many years have passed, before a lot of memory loss over time has gradually blurred, you can book the day I suddenly thought of looking at him. Ah Q to take him and compare.
Blessed be some honest ignorance, porters often become the object of jokes and fool, which is somewhat similar and the Arab-Q. But Ah Q by the gas will console myself with the spirit of victory, just say "I play the son of" balance in his heart! But will not be blessed by a gas whose hearts will be angry, knowing that fight and fight, however, that said, however, can be wrapped or kept on the person who bullied him, the result can be imagined, the man get angry, and more to rinse him once. Ah Q a little bully, bullied him than his powerful he said: "The fight insects, okay? - Still hold it?", But he was bullied than his weak little nun. And blessed is not only a signle bullied. Blessed Ah Q did not see the share of cunning.
I remember once, a small team of youth to tobacco smoke shabu, in the blessed rest of the pocket when touching up, blessed resistance, however, was a box of Admiralty brand of cigarettes he took! There Hofman yard chasing him to the small young squinting his eyes, said: "suck you how a Heyan matter? Did I want to tell you a wife, you are so stingy, really!"
Young finished pretending to smoke a small return that he should be blessed fools! Smiling, said: "You suck it!"
Blessed is a porter, I was in a department store warehouse as storage, we are very familiar. Many years have passed, before a lot of memory loss over time has gradually blurred, you can book the day I suddenly thought of looking at him. Ah Q to take him and compare.
Blessed be some honest ignorance, porters often become the object of jokes and fool, which is somewhat similar and the Arab-Q. But Ah Q by the gas will console myself with the spirit of victory, just say "I play the son of" balance in his heart! But will not be blessed by a gas whose hearts will be angry, knowing that fight and fight, however, that said, however, can be wrapped or kept on the person who bullied him, the result can be imagined, the man get angry, and more to rinse him once. Ah Q a little bully, bullied him than his powerful he said: "The fight insects, okay? - Still hold it?", But he was bullied than his weak little nun. And blessed is not only a signle bullied. Blessed Ah Q did not see the share of cunning.
I remember once, a small team of youth to tobacco smoke shabu, in the blessed rest of the pocket when touching up, blessed resistance, however, was a box of Admiralty brand of cigarettes he took! There Hofman yard chasing him to the small young squinting his eyes, said: "suck you how a Heyan matter? Did I want to tell you a wife, you are so stingy, really!"
Young finished pretending to smoke a small return that he should be blessed fools! Smiling, said: "You suck it!"
Back
Fell at home surrounded by green graves, the rape of the fragrant smell, and I knelt on her grandmother's grave stare.
Grandmother alive Who Loved Me, but I leave the course of time, take care of her at least, this has been I can not let go, I'm sorry she was elderly.
Looked at the text on the gravestone is cracked, I suddenly remembered, my grandmother has been gone for ten years. It has already become a tombstone under a pile of bones of the dead grandmother, stop, I can not imagine. In my memory, my grandmother is still a rich state, the kind of old. I prefer to believe, his grandmother slept forever, and she worked hard all his life.
I remember every time he returns home, my grandmother would take my hand, I carefully looked at fat or thin, always let me sleep at night, lying on her feet, then hands me warm in the winter cold made cold feet. Each time back, my grandmother would flash in a pan with the lotus feet of her village has sent me to.
"You go!" Grandmother drives me away, tears shining in your eyes. I took my grandmother's hands, the hands of the veins have been drum up, the back folds of skin like the old tree's dead, has no vitality, I touch, the eyes are wet!
"You take good care of a few days I'll see you." I comforted her, but I know that this is half a year away can not come back.
"You go!" Said her grandmother, and pick up clothing or wiping tears.
"Do not upset." I said, to help her wipe his eyes with tears.
"I'm fine. Old! Eye often tears." Grandmother turn comfort me, and motioned me away with one hand.
I can not wait, this would only Gengrang she sad.
I quickly turned away, walked a few steps back, her grandmother is still standing there looking at me. I waved to her to let her go back, and move forward, after walking a few steps back, looks like Grandma has been blurred, can be waved to me still standing there, finally, my tears down! Situation as uncontrollable, I swear, we must think of ways to be transferred back home, often come to chat with her elderly people.
By now my wish came true, she was buried in the ground the elderly. When I think she can only see her from the pictures.
"Grandma, your granddaughter to see you!" I cried in my heart.
Once again, I crawl in my grandmother's grave mound and tears.
Grandmother alive Who Loved Me, but I leave the course of time, take care of her at least, this has been I can not let go, I'm sorry she was elderly.
Looked at the text on the gravestone is cracked, I suddenly remembered, my grandmother has been gone for ten years. It has already become a tombstone under a pile of bones of the dead grandmother, stop, I can not imagine. In my memory, my grandmother is still a rich state, the kind of old. I prefer to believe, his grandmother slept forever, and she worked hard all his life.
I remember every time he returns home, my grandmother would take my hand, I carefully looked at fat or thin, always let me sleep at night, lying on her feet, then hands me warm in the winter cold made cold feet. Each time back, my grandmother would flash in a pan with the lotus feet of her village has sent me to.
"You go!" Grandmother drives me away, tears shining in your eyes. I took my grandmother's hands, the hands of the veins have been drum up, the back folds of skin like the old tree's dead, has no vitality, I touch, the eyes are wet!
"You take good care of a few days I'll see you." I comforted her, but I know that this is half a year away can not come back.
"You go!" Said her grandmother, and pick up clothing or wiping tears.
"Do not upset." I said, to help her wipe his eyes with tears.
"I'm fine. Old! Eye often tears." Grandmother turn comfort me, and motioned me away with one hand.
I can not wait, this would only Gengrang she sad.
I quickly turned away, walked a few steps back, her grandmother is still standing there looking at me. I waved to her to let her go back, and move forward, after walking a few steps back, looks like Grandma has been blurred, can be waved to me still standing there, finally, my tears down! Situation as uncontrollable, I swear, we must think of ways to be transferred back home, often come to chat with her elderly people.
By now my wish came true, she was buried in the ground the elderly. When I think she can only see her from the pictures.
"Grandma, your granddaughter to see you!" I cried in my heart.
Once again, I crawl in my grandmother's grave mound and tears.
hi funeral
Recently, at a friend mother's funeral, the women of a condolence moved to tears: "The old people, really terrible!"
The old mother, she recalls the elegance of the year: a talented, two hands, a warm-hearted, has won praise from many people. Old, and retired, and for the grandchildren busy, inside and out a lot of trouble. Still later, the elderly and frail, children and grandchildren is pretty filial piety. Only, can not afford the time, "temper", will it matter. Moreover, this age, we live not easy, laid-off workers but also to feed the whole family. Stocks are even worry about the stock market, who told the people we earn a small effect can not pay, market economy, survival of the fittest. We really are too busy guarding the old woman all day. A long time, she tried to be lonely. Many things are looking, thinking, do not be. I wish she was often chat with her, but she in addition to taking care of her daily life, but are busy with their own out. "Old people, useless 。。。。。。" old lady sigh," ye do not die? Live such a great age doing? "Children are listening to, that neglected the old lady, came over to coax her, may be a few days of a busy, resumed its former quiet. Finally one day, like light dry oil to make the old lady, had died.
As the old lady longevity, the age of eighty-one years old, so people said "hi funeral", and now think of it really makes sense. Yes ah! Old, often suffering from various diseases, tortured, and sometimes really feel rather die than live. Sons and daughters it? Saying goes "no filial ill for a long window," How long time will inevitably feeling too, so go have been free!
The old lady's funeral have been very grand, although a few children every family is not rich, can be thought of from now on never to see his aging mother bedridden, can only see the urn child, nor indeed all of a sudden can not accept . They live frugally to save money out of pressure tank, a large funeral and inviting friends, to show filial piety.
Children were crying very sad. Was advised and said: go, not punished. The number of words in the end not to mention the meaning of the first, but very lonely old man alive is true.
I hope the old people no longer longevity alone, full of warm finish his life.
The old mother, she recalls the elegance of the year: a talented, two hands, a warm-hearted, has won praise from many people. Old, and retired, and for the grandchildren busy, inside and out a lot of trouble. Still later, the elderly and frail, children and grandchildren is pretty filial piety. Only, can not afford the time, "temper", will it matter. Moreover, this age, we live not easy, laid-off workers but also to feed the whole family. Stocks are even worry about the stock market, who told the people we earn a small effect can not pay, market economy, survival of the fittest. We really are too busy guarding the old woman all day. A long time, she tried to be lonely. Many things are looking, thinking, do not be. I wish she was often chat with her, but she in addition to taking care of her daily life, but are busy with their own out. "Old people, useless 。。。。。。" old lady sigh," ye do not die? Live such a great age doing? "Children are listening to, that neglected the old lady, came over to coax her, may be a few days of a busy, resumed its former quiet. Finally one day, like light dry oil to make the old lady, had died.
As the old lady longevity, the age of eighty-one years old, so people said "hi funeral", and now think of it really makes sense. Yes ah! Old, often suffering from various diseases, tortured, and sometimes really feel rather die than live. Sons and daughters it? Saying goes "no filial ill for a long window," How long time will inevitably feeling too, so go have been free!
The old lady's funeral have been very grand, although a few children every family is not rich, can be thought of from now on never to see his aging mother bedridden, can only see the urn child, nor indeed all of a sudden can not accept . They live frugally to save money out of pressure tank, a large funeral and inviting friends, to show filial piety.
Children were crying very sad. Was advised and said: go, not punished. The number of words in the end not to mention the meaning of the first, but very lonely old man alive is true.
I hope the old people no longer longevity alone, full of warm finish his life.
that a quiet（二）
See the opposite on the balcony upstairs and closed the glass, drying racks, the husband told me that the whole building is empty.
"Scared to live here." I said, "This building seems to have only a few to live."
"Will look at it! Only available here as a house, not rent house street over there." Her husband said, "This is more clean inside ah! Living area than we had a lot better."
Later I discovered that the balcony facing the back of the building is an empty garden. At that time, the height of summer, a green space in the yard Mao and vitality.
"I like it here!" I blurted said. Confused look of a loss husband.
"Just now you also have to complain about something, how suddenly said like? I got it wrong, right?"
"I love this garden. You see, this garden waste for many years, and surrounded by walls and off the outside world, the wonderful 'paradise' ah! Nothing to sit on the balcony looking at it, how many are not bothering it!"
I smiled and explained to her husband. He shook his head and said: "It is laid waste!"
Is empty garden, which is not empty. In addition to the elms, there are some during shrub growth, to the summer, lush, and some birds circling the meantime, the chattering so many times!
I watched this when nothing quiet green, Listening to the birds, Chong Sheng, and my heart feel very calm.
Ah! In this intricate, I finally found the piece of earth in peace.
"Scared to live here." I said, "This building seems to have only a few to live."
"Will look at it! Only available here as a house, not rent house street over there." Her husband said, "This is more clean inside ah! Living area than we had a lot better."
Later I discovered that the balcony facing the back of the building is an empty garden. At that time, the height of summer, a green space in the yard Mao and vitality.
"I like it here!" I blurted said. Confused look of a loss husband.
"Just now you also have to complain about something, how suddenly said like? I got it wrong, right?"
"I love this garden. You see, this garden waste for many years, and surrounded by walls and off the outside world, the wonderful 'paradise' ah! Nothing to sit on the balcony looking at it, how many are not bothering it!"
I smiled and explained to her husband. He shook his head and said: "It is laid waste!"
Is empty garden, which is not empty. In addition to the elms, there are some during shrub growth, to the summer, lush, and some birds circling the meantime, the chattering so many times!
I watched this when nothing quiet green, Listening to the birds, Chong Sheng, and my heart feel very calm.
Ah! In this intricate, I finally found the piece of earth in peace.
that a quiet（一）
As a result of mobility, I was relocated to a new place, the help of friends and lived in a compound in a business stay.
I remember moving day, we followed a car pulled left behind many years of old furniture compound, seen everywhere, not the elderly and children, such as furniture, cars pull that building is coming when we rented a little girl sitting the first floor, looked at us, a pair of dark eyes and now I remember, very beautiful.
Several colleagues vehicle to pre-prepared fireworks show, snapping around the furniture truck to put a pass, led to some people wait and see, of course, basically for the elderly and children. The young are said to open up new business to the outside, and walk in them stuck!
Into the corridor, I know that this unit is now only five of our family. Dust has covered up the stairs the original color, spider climbing on the support arm of the iron bar.
"It is empty inside?" I pointed to on or off, or closed room to ask her husband.
"Yes. The majority of people here have moved away! You see, even the doors that have no home!"
I looked at the opposite side of the open door, and my heart straight timid.
"Since only our family, why do we live on the first floor?" I asked.
"Originally the first floor there lived an old married couple, and now the old man was sick, the children do not live in here, so the old woman also moved to the hospital to live." Her husband explained.
I remember moving day, we followed a car pulled left behind many years of old furniture compound, seen everywhere, not the elderly and children, such as furniture, cars pull that building is coming when we rented a little girl sitting the first floor, looked at us, a pair of dark eyes and now I remember, very beautiful.
Several colleagues vehicle to pre-prepared fireworks show, snapping around the furniture truck to put a pass, led to some people wait and see, of course, basically for the elderly and children. The young are said to open up new business to the outside, and walk in them stuck!
Into the corridor, I know that this unit is now only five of our family. Dust has covered up the stairs the original color, spider climbing on the support arm of the iron bar.
"It is empty inside?" I pointed to on or off, or closed room to ask her husband.
"Yes. The majority of people here have moved away! You see, even the doors that have no home!"
I looked at the opposite side of the open door, and my heart straight timid.
"Since only our family, why do we live on the first floor?" I asked.
"Originally the first floor there lived an old married couple, and now the old man was sick, the children do not live in here, so the old woman also moved to the hospital to live." Her husband explained.
A, apple flowers（六）
"I killed myself. I killed myself is to this day, I know you will come to accompany me."
Xiaoqin came, still young beautiful appearance, with a laugh.
"You know what? In school I started to like you. I will not keep the pain you, I will not blame you do not take me with you, this is my life. Why should you do want to die on the battlefield?" Xiaoqin said.
"But I failed you, I want to die. You know, I also love you! You died, I do not want to live alone." Beginning of Spring Yeshui, "you installed in my heart all my life, how come see me this time, had never come to see me? "
Xiaoqin Ye Yue the beginning of spring to go pull, like a gust of wind drift Xiaoqin saw it!
The sun shed little apple tree leaves in white, the bees still head "buzz" snorting, Apple spent on the breeze blowing a spread of the Lord the beginning of spring, and he folded his clothes off,, holding a number of Apple flower petals scattered in the tall solitary graves.
Xiaoqin came, still young beautiful appearance, with a laugh.
"You know what? In school I started to like you. I will not keep the pain you, I will not blame you do not take me with you, this is my life. Why should you do want to die on the battlefield?" Xiaoqin said.
"But I failed you, I want to die. You know, I also love you! You died, I do not want to live alone." Beginning of Spring Yeshui, "you installed in my heart all my life, how come see me this time, had never come to see me? "
Xiaoqin Ye Yue the beginning of spring to go pull, like a gust of wind drift Xiaoqin saw it!
The sun shed little apple tree leaves in white, the bees still head "buzz" snorting, Apple spent on the breeze blowing a spread of the Lord the beginning of spring, and he folded his clothes off,, holding a number of Apple flower petals scattered in the tall solitary graves.
A, apple flowers（五）
Xiaoqin back, not long before the beginning of spring Xiaoqin Ye heard the news of suicide. Her unpopular with her husband, and even reluctant to let her buried there, his brother took his sister buried there in the apple orchard.
That year the winter, beginning of spring discouraged Lord a soldier, became a People's Liberation Army soldiers. Originally, self-defense war he wanted to die, but a company they are dead, leaving him to survive it! Led to his record merits, and to send him to military school to learn, ready to provide dry, God rejected the beginning of spring, he asked to change jobs back home.
Again later and it was simple. After he was demobilized from the army, a matchmaker to propose marriage to his racing, he would not mention, or not, can they not tell the reasons, and ultimately, his country could not stand the pressure of the wind study and heir married child of Health Female education, living ordinary lives. His wife died last year, the beginning of spring Yeshui is old, dry fixed field live, bought the orchard, keep in here throughout the year.
Thick arms that year had grown old apple tree, some branches have withered dry, not a few fruit end, the beginning of spring planting Lord on the pressure carefully Sinong some small apple trees. It was suggested that the tall solitary graves Xiaoqin brother to move out, that she was a flexor devil, no luck. Beginning of Spring God Zhihuang head and said: "Death to the girl outside into the old grave how? This is not make life difficult for him?" Beginning of Spring God's thoughts known only to himself.
That year the winter, beginning of spring discouraged Lord a soldier, became a People's Liberation Army soldiers. Originally, self-defense war he wanted to die, but a company they are dead, leaving him to survive it! Led to his record merits, and to send him to military school to learn, ready to provide dry, God rejected the beginning of spring, he asked to change jobs back home.
Again later and it was simple. After he was demobilized from the army, a matchmaker to propose marriage to his racing, he would not mention, or not, can they not tell the reasons, and ultimately, his country could not stand the pressure of the wind study and heir married child of Health Female education, living ordinary lives. His wife died last year, the beginning of spring Yeshui is old, dry fixed field live, bought the orchard, keep in here throughout the year.
Thick arms that year had grown old apple tree, some branches have withered dry, not a few fruit end, the beginning of spring planting Lord on the pressure carefully Sinong some small apple trees. It was suggested that the tall solitary graves Xiaoqin brother to move out, that she was a flexor devil, no luck. Beginning of Spring God Zhihuang head and said: "Death to the girl outside into the old grave how? This is not make life difficult for him?" Beginning of Spring God's thoughts known only to himself.
A, apple flowers（四）
"When did you come back? How become like this?"
Xiaoqin did not speak against the Lord's arm beginning of spring on a low, began to cry!
"I have responsibilities. I was in a positive light, but the marriage did not stop you do." Lord remember the beginning of spring, when he said a lot of it, not remember, probably is a hammer to Xiaoqin review.
"I want the freedom of marriage. You let me go?" Xiaoqin cried a little, watching the beginning of spring Yeshui.
God I remember clearly the beginning of spring, Xiaoqin wanted to let him run away with themselves.
"If caught back?"
"I'm not afraid of come back again. I want to commune (village government) told them that I want the freedom of marriage."
God I remember the beginning of spring, Xiaoqin tone was very firm, and hold him cry.
"That animal is not a man, he was afraid of him than I do, day in the same manner as anti-Fangzei me, in time it will, do not let me out of the theater, but also abused me. I have often cursed by him, and sometimes even Rice would not let me eat. "
"That's how you run your brother do? You are for pro-ah! You run with your wife certainly had not become your brother. Say, and we ran off of not so good!"
God remember the beginning of spring with Xiaoqin He said that he could not forgive myself to death, that is, their words of these ruthless, Xiaoqin sent to a dead end.
Xiaoqin did not speak against the Lord's arm beginning of spring on a low, began to cry!
"I have responsibilities. I was in a positive light, but the marriage did not stop you do." Lord remember the beginning of spring, when he said a lot of it, not remember, probably is a hammer to Xiaoqin review.
"I want the freedom of marriage. You let me go?" Xiaoqin cried a little, watching the beginning of spring Yeshui.
God I remember clearly the beginning of spring, Xiaoqin wanted to let him run away with themselves.
"If caught back?"
"I'm not afraid of come back again. I want to commune (village government) told them that I want the freedom of marriage."
God I remember the beginning of spring, Xiaoqin tone was very firm, and hold him cry.
"That animal is not a man, he was afraid of him than I do, day in the same manner as anti-Fangzei me, in time it will, do not let me out of the theater, but also abused me. I have often cursed by him, and sometimes even Rice would not let me eat. "
"That's how you run your brother do? You are for pro-ah! You run with your wife certainly had not become your brother. Say, and we ran off of not so good!"
God remember the beginning of spring with Xiaoqin He said that he could not forgive myself to death, that is, their words of these ruthless, Xiaoqin sent to a dead end.
A, apple flowers（三）
"You come!" Xiaoqin side of the talk, one side led him to the park to go, Lord I remember the beginning of spring, she took him to an apple tree, took out two small wooden stools and sit with him, patiently listening to He enrolled and about how to fill out an application, a pair of watery eyes have been staring at his face, a smile, end, let him explain it again, pretty face but also from white to red.
God's heart jumped beginning of spring! Before leaving, seemed to her, said: "I heard the University to recruit students, we have to prepare, prepare!"
"You just give me? Know other students?"
Xiaoqin lowered his head, face more red, gently say: "Thank you so concerned about me."
God I remember the beginning of spring, he did not go to recruit workers, peasants and students that the entrance examination, Xiaoqin did not go. Her to her brother for a pro, it is something next spring, when the apple blossoms are open!
God heard the news the beginning of spring to fly went to apple orchards, branch secretary to the duties of a mission to stop this marriage, to speak for those who are against the pro-marriage, but later, the wedding of people have left, waves of wind blowing, only the apple trees have flowers like falling tears from the people. God frustrated the beginning of spring, since he does not want to see apple blossom.
It took another year, but also the time of the Apple Blossom, one night, Xiaoqin from the husband ran back, went to the beginning of spring the dark house in front of God, "boom, boom!" Few times the door ring, Xiaoqin disheveled appearance in the beginning of spring in front of God, looked at him pitiful. Beginning of Spring God said nothing, took her outside the village went to the apple orchard, the two people sitting in relying on the wall, the walls are Xiaoqin home.
God's heart jumped beginning of spring! Before leaving, seemed to her, said: "I heard the University to recruit students, we have to prepare, prepare!"
"You just give me? Know other students?"
Xiaoqin lowered his head, face more red, gently say: "Thank you so concerned about me."
God I remember the beginning of spring, he did not go to recruit workers, peasants and students that the entrance examination, Xiaoqin did not go. Her to her brother for a pro, it is something next spring, when the apple blossoms are open!
God heard the news the beginning of spring to fly went to apple orchards, branch secretary to the duties of a mission to stop this marriage, to speak for those who are against the pro-marriage, but later, the wedding of people have left, waves of wind blowing, only the apple trees have flowers like falling tears from the people. God frustrated the beginning of spring, since he does not want to see apple blossom.
It took another year, but also the time of the Apple Blossom, one night, Xiaoqin from the husband ran back, went to the beginning of spring the dark house in front of God, "boom, boom!" Few times the door ring, Xiaoqin disheveled appearance in the beginning of spring in front of God, looked at him pitiful. Beginning of Spring God said nothing, took her outside the village went to the apple orchard, the two people sitting in relying on the wall, the walls are Xiaoqin home.
A, apple flowers（二）
God just the beginning of spring the young high school graduates from the township to the village either in a positive light. At that time the University is not enrollment, high school coming to an end on the last!
That spring, he went to an apple orchard to the edge of the village, there lived a family because he had something to look for the development of new members, a girl named Xiaoqin, Xiaoqin also his high school classmates.
Apple orchard surrounded by a low wall, Yi Keke apple head sticking out from the wall, the flowers bloom is strong! Apple flower clusters hidden in the leaves, the rise of the brain to look out exploration. God I remember the beginning of spring, he was spared most of the ring, only to the wall of the fracture, the door is kind of sticks together and work. Sometimes in April, the sun is still poison, he remembers the day the sun tan him sweat and sweat.
To a fence outside, and before he opened his mouth, which the dog to bark up! Some people came over, opened the fence just a door, the dog rushed out and lunged towards him barking! He has not come to see the Who to flash to the left and the right to hide the dog deal with it, a girl laughed softly, and then blame the dog: "Come!"
Lord is the beginning of spring saw the first pair of pink checkered shoes, looked up, and Xiaoqin face like the equally brilliant warm sunshine.
That spring, he went to an apple orchard to the edge of the village, there lived a family because he had something to look for the development of new members, a girl named Xiaoqin, Xiaoqin also his high school classmates.
Apple orchard surrounded by a low wall, Yi Keke apple head sticking out from the wall, the flowers bloom is strong! Apple flower clusters hidden in the leaves, the rise of the brain to look out exploration. God I remember the beginning of spring, he was spared most of the ring, only to the wall of the fracture, the door is kind of sticks together and work. Sometimes in April, the sun is still poison, he remembers the day the sun tan him sweat and sweat.
To a fence outside, and before he opened his mouth, which the dog to bark up! Some people came over, opened the fence just a door, the dog rushed out and lunged towards him barking! He has not come to see the Who to flash to the left and the right to hide the dog deal with it, a girl laughed softly, and then blame the dog: "Come!"
Lord is the beginning of spring saw the first pair of pink checkered shoes, looked up, and Xiaoqin face like the equally brilliant warm sunshine.
A, apple flowers（一）
Beginning of Spring Ye old eyes getting worse recently, to see what things are vague, and often tears. He lives in an orchard where, precisely, is in an apple orchard, where there is a thatched cottage, thatched cottages, not far from a solitary graves.
Apple blossom is the time for the beginning of spring to see the Lord out of Apple's small room, sitting under an apple tree, took out his first points on a poor quality of the cigarettes, after pumping the two, so that was the fulcrum of cigarette slowly burning, a trace of smoke curling from his fingers at the previous! And then turn his face down on the couch, watching the head of the apple blossoms drilled from the green leaves, a few bees buzzing circled the meantime, until the cigarette burn, burn his fingers.
Apple flowers like white stars, surrounded with dense, busy bees does not seem to realize that his presence is still "buzzing" to work with, that buzzing sound as if singing a lullaby, and repeatedly , the beginning of spring gradually blurred the eyes of God it could not have been asleep, his eyes like a distant journeyman to see a really tall solitary graves. Solitary graves surrounded by apple trees, grave and the grass had grown out, but also very weak, like those of malnourished children. God looked at the beginning of spring, thinking, although the ear is also clearly hear the hum of bees, but he knows that his dream is not far away.
At that time, like this spring, as Lord is the beginning of spring the young and look more handsome. It is a multi-age dream.
Also in such a spring, opened peach, apple blossoms! Beginning of Spring God, for, when people told him to Spring, because he was young, handsome.
Apple blossom is the time for the beginning of spring to see the Lord out of Apple's small room, sitting under an apple tree, took out his first points on a poor quality of the cigarettes, after pumping the two, so that was the fulcrum of cigarette slowly burning, a trace of smoke curling from his fingers at the previous! And then turn his face down on the couch, watching the head of the apple blossoms drilled from the green leaves, a few bees buzzing circled the meantime, until the cigarette burn, burn his fingers.
Apple flowers like white stars, surrounded with dense, busy bees does not seem to realize that his presence is still "buzzing" to work with, that buzzing sound as if singing a lullaby, and repeatedly , the beginning of spring gradually blurred the eyes of God it could not have been asleep, his eyes like a distant journeyman to see a really tall solitary graves. Solitary graves surrounded by apple trees, grave and the grass had grown out, but also very weak, like those of malnourished children. God looked at the beginning of spring, thinking, although the ear is also clearly hear the hum of bees, but he knows that his dream is not far away.
At that time, like this spring, as Lord is the beginning of spring the young and look more handsome. It is a multi-age dream.
Also in such a spring, opened peach, apple blossoms! Beginning of Spring God, for, when people told him to Spring, because he was young, handsome.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
No sound（二）
Even the right to equality before learning not to give up? Lu Xun's approach is "silent", I approach is "silent", which was ancient and modern Homo sapiens on the issue of the best of the helpless
Or let others self-publicity for their own and City line Chaozuo publicity and advertising serves the same purpose, they always think that no matter what things, how important is not in itself, but rather what effect Chaozuo and advertising, they do not seek truth or unlimited exaggerated reality, often through the media to meet yell Jiaojiao obstinately their rare giant panda into an authentic treasure, or no thing has "three times that you even believed the words of" just say "so and so drugs can make you energetic youth, "and let some big living on their own experiences in television, the drug must be sold together, a forgotten star, just say" So there is an illegitimate child in a foreign country ", and soon will become the star of the media, as I have chosen to show different alternative favorite, will be cheering again, of course, more importantly, the book could sell a lot.
Our society is a stable society, is the order of the basic characteristics of stability, while the irresponsible clamor of Chaozuo an unfair competition, "fried fry", "warm up" has become the mantra of some people, a a society "concept stocks" rosy again to night without a trace. This is a ridiculous act, the banner now become public.
The reason why we honor the hard work of quiet dedication rather than by shouting people, because they are lonely people willingly work tirelessly to bring the light to the community, this is the minds of the people Barbara heroes and celebrities. By unscrupulous and opportunistic ages dressed up as famous people, and ultimately will also be eliminated by history.
This end, I think of such a thing happened on the side -
A person without culture came to me: her worship of so and so and so and so. I asked; why? She said that often in newspapers and on television to see them.
I asked: Have you read his work or seen her perform it? She said not one.
"Then why do you worship them?" I'm surprised.
She said that because everyone is talking about them.
End of the conversation, I heard the earth under my feet pondered in silence.
Or let others self-publicity for their own and City line Chaozuo publicity and advertising serves the same purpose, they always think that no matter what things, how important is not in itself, but rather what effect Chaozuo and advertising, they do not seek truth or unlimited exaggerated reality, often through the media to meet yell Jiaojiao obstinately their rare giant panda into an authentic treasure, or no thing has "three times that you even believed the words of" just say "so and so drugs can make you energetic youth, "and let some big living on their own experiences in television, the drug must be sold together, a forgotten star, just say" So there is an illegitimate child in a foreign country ", and soon will become the star of the media, as I have chosen to show different alternative favorite, will be cheering again, of course, more importantly, the book could sell a lot.
Our society is a stable society, is the order of the basic characteristics of stability, while the irresponsible clamor of Chaozuo an unfair competition, "fried fry", "warm up" has become the mantra of some people, a a society "concept stocks" rosy again to night without a trace. This is a ridiculous act, the banner now become public.
The reason why we honor the hard work of quiet dedication rather than by shouting people, because they are lonely people willingly work tirelessly to bring the light to the community, this is the minds of the people Barbara heroes and celebrities. By unscrupulous and opportunistic ages dressed up as famous people, and ultimately will also be eliminated by history.
This end, I think of such a thing happened on the side -
A person without culture came to me: her worship of so and so and so and so. I asked; why? She said that often in newspapers and on television to see them.
I asked: Have you read his work or seen her perform it? She said not one.
"Then why do you worship them?" I'm surprised.
She said that because everyone is talking about them.
End of the conversation, I heard the earth under my feet pondered in silence.
No sound（一）
Howling wolf issue, it thought that the most shrill voices; public issue of barking dogs, it is thought that the most frightening sound of their own; tiger is the king of beasts, that earth shaking roar Hill, that sounds really awesome; wind scared cry out loud many objects flying, it's terrifying scene enough; rivers roar off high sea, the surrounding objects scared trembling; torrent rise in a more scary, it sounds a break down enough to make you wits.
However, all sound great and very poor education and the small matter of fact, they are only dependent on the land they are a hair, a thin vein, a debris, a piece of rag, a small cell, as for a person, I am afraid even the cell is not really!
But the breed of their mother - the earth, it is silent, is unknown, it is never their own publicity, is to look in the eyes of all things but without saying a word.
The earth is undoubtedly the most great, because the real thing is quietly profound, this is I say "Great Music} {no sound" meaning.
This point of view of the world, I see that some people are always noisy, Zhangzhang Yang Yang, the status for their own reputation and value, at around the spotlight, for themselves hoarse cry and found it very funny. They fascinated passage known to the world "advertising effect" of "hype effect" that the society of today is all that is called out by shouting out, who told the loud, who told much more, who told of the particularly distinctive, Who paving the way various media to help themselves, will come immediately into the world of celebrity stars were cloth.
That is why absurd.
I have seen Mr. Hung Ying-ming, said passage. -Minded broad-minded person, he said, the total of its situation in adaptive, such as wine for the joy of not drunk, chess to not fight the winner of the flute with no cavity is appropriate, a non-Xuan Qin higher off the shuttle is not Bare Honesty. He is clearly in the warned people not to trick. Although Hung is the ancient, but his words are not obsolete, I have seen an article written by Mr. Jia Pingao. He said the weak struggle to let themselves into strong, I do not oppose this point of view, but he said that someone in his circle the world were sound, and that person's slander was overwhelming - he used the word "libel" a words, it makes me not agree, Mr. Jia is a contemporary people, but also a literary biggest names, the public opinion of a person's views and cognitive behavior is called "slander" to say that this is a bias, then the contemporary Jia the meaning is not known, Mr. all people do not speak, but never let those around scolding other people sell their publicize their exclusive world famous scenery of the scholars it? I've seen written by Mr. Xu is one of an article to the effect that those who are not eligible to laugh at people who dare not worth of a "celebrity scholars" to express different opinions? This undoubtedly is a ridiculous!
However, all sound great and very poor education and the small matter of fact, they are only dependent on the land they are a hair, a thin vein, a debris, a piece of rag, a small cell, as for a person, I am afraid even the cell is not really!
But the breed of their mother - the earth, it is silent, is unknown, it is never their own publicity, is to look in the eyes of all things but without saying a word.
The earth is undoubtedly the most great, because the real thing is quietly profound, this is I say "Great Music} {no sound" meaning.
This point of view of the world, I see that some people are always noisy, Zhangzhang Yang Yang, the status for their own reputation and value, at around the spotlight, for themselves hoarse cry and found it very funny. They fascinated passage known to the world "advertising effect" of "hype effect" that the society of today is all that is called out by shouting out, who told the loud, who told much more, who told of the particularly distinctive, Who paving the way various media to help themselves, will come immediately into the world of celebrity stars were cloth.
That is why absurd.
I have seen Mr. Hung Ying-ming, said passage. -Minded broad-minded person, he said, the total of its situation in adaptive, such as wine for the joy of not drunk, chess to not fight the winner of the flute with no cavity is appropriate, a non-Xuan Qin higher off the shuttle is not Bare Honesty. He is clearly in the warned people not to trick. Although Hung is the ancient, but his words are not obsolete, I have seen an article written by Mr. Jia Pingao. He said the weak struggle to let themselves into strong, I do not oppose this point of view, but he said that someone in his circle the world were sound, and that person's slander was overwhelming - he used the word "libel" a words, it makes me not agree, Mr. Jia is a contemporary people, but also a literary biggest names, the public opinion of a person's views and cognitive behavior is called "slander" to say that this is a bias, then the contemporary Jia the meaning is not known, Mr. all people do not speak, but never let those around scolding other people sell their publicize their exclusive world famous scenery of the scholars it? I've seen written by Mr. Xu is one of an article to the effect that those who are not eligible to laugh at people who dare not worth of a "celebrity scholars" to express different opinions? This undoubtedly is a ridiculous!
Realm
It is said that there are several realms of life, usually for lower customs sector, the higher the fairy realm of people want to live, some people want to become immortal, but unfortunately a far cry from between the two throughout, Wonderland is extremely difficult to achieve.
But sometimes I suddenly think: In fact the two border in close proximity, or the attitude was only a step away, mainly because the mood in your heart.
I have this feeling the top of the first hair growth in the high mountains.
It was a thousand to hundreds of high-altitude, staying place I call immortal Ridge. A huge "fairy footprints" lying at the foot of the "fairy Ridge" would seem romantic and mysterious. Tree-shaded position, rather like a fairy at the foot of the level of the spine, Jun sly mind fairy flat, which cross in the fairy gorge, the steep cliff face of scarps Valley, close relative to the tall iron fence protection, gives a solid open sense of mystery. I sit on the pier, in addition to hear the whisper of wind, see the shame on the surface, but also to hear the foot of the popular sector bargaining in the cries heard ... ... When the glowing night painfully cold weather when bursts of fat cakes , I wish to enter this mountain travel fatigue after sleepless night rate. But the mountain will not let you sleep, it boldly crept through the window, flipping your clothing; pines will not let you sleep, he kept it out of the window Qing Yin; out of the moon will not let you sleep, it is as if the lake Baptist Man to man over, gently bathing you ... ...
I do not want to accompany me laden with dreams, in the house stay in bed until eight in the morning. Toilet completed, bitterly out of the door, one to go round and round fog, was there waiting for me. It seems to blow away the smoke, but also as clouds gather Xu, fog cloud of Health of the momentum, let me once again surprises mixed half. Eqing, a large cloud rose from the valley, has been in my Orbital rise, the bridge of the nose side, I sniffed it in the air. Which was then spread to go into a mirage vague looming large all over, in my wandering around, this time, Hill is also gone, trees are gone, people have gone, things have gone, I have freedom of the clouds varied Junli The Strolling, the whole body is surrounded by mist and clouds, heavy cloud or mist that intoxicated; or for that wash swept smoke floating to the bulk; or self-consciousness Mo; or oral absorption clouds, at the foot of raw tobacco; or forgotten in the fog in the mountain clouds the existence of this world and forget their existence; I knew the letter was to become a true "hole on the eight immortals" of the ... ...
When I finally reached the fairy population, it was vast sweeping landscapes of rivers; such as screen winding picturesque peaks; myriad back to the valley very close to the show must Gap; waves lake branch ditch, and disappeared together to mirror given to me when Yao. Once again, I found; the morning mist and sunset are a charming and sisters, they suddenly put the ribbon awarded to me empty; suddenly the light's Costume granted to me; suddenly poured into the Caiduan granted to me; suddenly the silver splendid waterfall of light granted to me ... ... I suspect that in the sea, the suspect in the blue sky, the suspect in the drawing, I do not want to move a step further ... ...
Nature sly Waite good luck to all of God, and did not tell it a secret, so most visitors, or the countless ages laity, still "do not know the truth" ... ...
Custom is popular in the noisy racket of the earth, is popular folk life in the desire to cross-flow. If a person really make their return from heart, back to nature, back to the strange magic of the Heavenly Creator, to live with is not power, not a mercenary, not fame, not the infighting and intrigues, not twisted into account of the machinations of the heart dried up, but Morrowind always full of the whisper that moment, night moon, bringing shame face, Greenfield Qingyin, people will forget the existence of customs body, joy of existence, the existence of Worry, shouted that the earthly existence of numerous, this may be a extraordinary, and is a "liberation", a "comfortable" Once upon a so-called. Discard all the burdens of life, the false, mechanical, stiff, fake, pretentious, cumbersome, Guaai, anxiety, jealousy are all forgotten, Cloud Nine, then why do not you go to mountain? Why do not you go to sea? Why do not you go to Mang roaming the forest no smoke some?
In this way, you will feel that you are actually able to reach the "Wonderland" ... ...
But sometimes I suddenly think: In fact the two border in close proximity, or the attitude was only a step away, mainly because the mood in your heart.
I have this feeling the top of the first hair growth in the high mountains.
It was a thousand to hundreds of high-altitude, staying place I call immortal Ridge. A huge "fairy footprints" lying at the foot of the "fairy Ridge" would seem romantic and mysterious. Tree-shaded position, rather like a fairy at the foot of the level of the spine, Jun sly mind fairy flat, which cross in the fairy gorge, the steep cliff face of scarps Valley, close relative to the tall iron fence protection, gives a solid open sense of mystery. I sit on the pier, in addition to hear the whisper of wind, see the shame on the surface, but also to hear the foot of the popular sector bargaining in the cries heard ... ... When the glowing night painfully cold weather when bursts of fat cakes , I wish to enter this mountain travel fatigue after sleepless night rate. But the mountain will not let you sleep, it boldly crept through the window, flipping your clothing; pines will not let you sleep, he kept it out of the window Qing Yin; out of the moon will not let you sleep, it is as if the lake Baptist Man to man over, gently bathing you ... ...
I do not want to accompany me laden with dreams, in the house stay in bed until eight in the morning. Toilet completed, bitterly out of the door, one to go round and round fog, was there waiting for me. It seems to blow away the smoke, but also as clouds gather Xu, fog cloud of Health of the momentum, let me once again surprises mixed half. Eqing, a large cloud rose from the valley, has been in my Orbital rise, the bridge of the nose side, I sniffed it in the air. Which was then spread to go into a mirage vague looming large all over, in my wandering around, this time, Hill is also gone, trees are gone, people have gone, things have gone, I have freedom of the clouds varied Junli The Strolling, the whole body is surrounded by mist and clouds, heavy cloud or mist that intoxicated; or for that wash swept smoke floating to the bulk; or self-consciousness Mo; or oral absorption clouds, at the foot of raw tobacco; or forgotten in the fog in the mountain clouds the existence of this world and forget their existence; I knew the letter was to become a true "hole on the eight immortals" of the ... ...
When I finally reached the fairy population, it was vast sweeping landscapes of rivers; such as screen winding picturesque peaks; myriad back to the valley very close to the show must Gap; waves lake branch ditch, and disappeared together to mirror given to me when Yao. Once again, I found; the morning mist and sunset are a charming and sisters, they suddenly put the ribbon awarded to me empty; suddenly the light's Costume granted to me; suddenly poured into the Caiduan granted to me; suddenly the silver splendid waterfall of light granted to me ... ... I suspect that in the sea, the suspect in the blue sky, the suspect in the drawing, I do not want to move a step further ... ...
Nature sly Waite good luck to all of God, and did not tell it a secret, so most visitors, or the countless ages laity, still "do not know the truth" ... ...
Custom is popular in the noisy racket of the earth, is popular folk life in the desire to cross-flow. If a person really make their return from heart, back to nature, back to the strange magic of the Heavenly Creator, to live with is not power, not a mercenary, not fame, not the infighting and intrigues, not twisted into account of the machinations of the heart dried up, but Morrowind always full of the whisper that moment, night moon, bringing shame face, Greenfield Qingyin, people will forget the existence of customs body, joy of existence, the existence of Worry, shouted that the earthly existence of numerous, this may be a extraordinary, and is a "liberation", a "comfortable" Once upon a so-called. Discard all the burdens of life, the false, mechanical, stiff, fake, pretentious, cumbersome, Guaai, anxiety, jealousy are all forgotten, Cloud Nine, then why do not you go to mountain? Why do not you go to sea? Why do not you go to Mang roaming the forest no smoke some?
In this way, you will feel that you are actually able to reach the "Wonderland" ... ...
Street（二）
Waves of cold air blowing over the streets and people feel this bustling downtown where there are early winter chill. Shame and panic when I gradually ascended the footbridge, I saw both teams are talking to teams from that elderly pedestrians walk by, not one of them the bird to the old man look on a broken teacup .
"Are installed ... ..." A middle-aged man passing Pie Zhaozui said.
"I do not installed ... ..." a boy said to his mother.
A woman was holding on to their children through the bridge, she pointed to the moaning old woman begging the theories of the child: "Look, do not learn, will grow up like her ... ..."
The old man is still stubborn pedestrians to give each bird broke her cup, saying remarks crawled said countless times already feeble words. However, no attention is drawn to the cup is always empty, as the freezing winter in a mass of cold air ... ...
... ... Along the way, my mind confused. Always emerge out of chaos in the bird breaking the cup, a pair of thick legs, and that dirty wrinkles, and that the cold moving body se ... ... Then, after about half an hour, I read newspapers, and turned back to the People's Bank bridge. I saw the poor old man is still pleading with passers-by, or holding an empty tea pregnant bird, talking and laughing teams of groups of pedestrians, or no one wants to see her.
It was left contemptuously reviled ... ...
I quickly went to bank, take the money, I could go back directly, but I actually can not own land in the bank for a long time wandering the door ... ... finally, I still go back far in the way of the other side of the footbridge, I onto the bridge, an empty cup to the bird dropped into a new subconsciously notes ... ...
That thick swollen legs moved, blue face smiled: "thank you ... ah ... good!" Almost at the same time, I saw many faces of passers-by did not know, have dropped into the cup to empty bird the notes and the slot.
Ah, poor human power! You only need to move it a little speechless, how has the appeal to it!
... ... It is almost five p.m., and even more cool evening breeze. The evening sun over the horizon dyed orange. More bustling night market is coming. Emerged when the big hotels in the faint Gongchoujiaocuo the lemon, my illusion, only under the early winter dusk and evening that the sick old man. They stacked folded together, with the hustle and bustle of the city to dissolve in the sound ... ...
"Are installed ... ..." A middle-aged man passing Pie Zhaozui said.
"I do not installed ... ..." a boy said to his mother.
A woman was holding on to their children through the bridge, she pointed to the moaning old woman begging the theories of the child: "Look, do not learn, will grow up like her ... ..."
The old man is still stubborn pedestrians to give each bird broke her cup, saying remarks crawled said countless times already feeble words. However, no attention is drawn to the cup is always empty, as the freezing winter in a mass of cold air ... ...
... ... Along the way, my mind confused. Always emerge out of chaos in the bird breaking the cup, a pair of thick legs, and that dirty wrinkles, and that the cold moving body se ... ... Then, after about half an hour, I read newspapers, and turned back to the People's Bank bridge. I saw the poor old man is still pleading with passers-by, or holding an empty tea pregnant bird, talking and laughing teams of groups of pedestrians, or no one wants to see her.
It was left contemptuously reviled ... ...
I quickly went to bank, take the money, I could go back directly, but I actually can not own land in the bank for a long time wandering the door ... ... finally, I still go back far in the way of the other side of the footbridge, I onto the bridge, an empty cup to the bird dropped into a new subconsciously notes ... ...
That thick swollen legs moved, blue face smiled: "thank you ... ah ... good!" Almost at the same time, I saw many faces of passers-by did not know, have dropped into the cup to empty bird the notes and the slot.
Ah, poor human power! You only need to move it a little speechless, how has the appeal to it!
... ... It is almost five p.m., and even more cool evening breeze. The evening sun over the horizon dyed orange. More bustling night market is coming. Emerged when the big hotels in the faint Gongchoujiaocuo the lemon, my illusion, only under the early winter dusk and evening that the sick old man. They stacked folded together, with the hustle and bustle of the city to dissolve in the sound ... ...
Street（一）
About half past three p.m.'s circumstances, there is less than I from the accounting of medical expenses reimbursed. She did not cash, handed me a check.
I took the check and excitedly went to the bank. Street, full of surging crowd, shouting their wares, noises. Since the transformation of the Yangtze River Road after the road on both sides keep high-level arched buildings, increasingly crowded shopping malls, a wide variety of fashion colors and pop music, plus a variety of new stores opened, so that the bustling provincial capital in November Street, appeared rhythm Chuanji, bustling city like a spring.
I walked through the crowd, squeezed into banks, handed a check. Remove the check number, Miss unfamiliar to me, casually said: "The windows on the 16th to go ... ..."
I saw there was a long row of the team, try to figure out half past one Shihai not for me. So taking advantage of the "other" time, decided to go to the most prosperous of the lot four arches walk, where the window is proud provincial capital.
North wind blowing gently, only felt the slightest chill with. I went to the four arches press shops. Sideways in front of a pedestrian bridge, I must pass it. I step onto flyover leisurely steps, ready to cross the bridge ... ... Suddenly, a groaning sound in my ears: "I pray you good friends ... ... ... ... please, what!" I hope in the twinkling of an eye go, I saw a old woman, lying on the stairs, her hair gray, Pengshou dirt surface, thin clothes, half a body shivering in the cold. That blurred the eyes with tears, staring at my pocket tightly ... ...
I could not help her to stand down and looked carefully, I found she was struggling to kneel up to me Zuo Yi, I Huangde kept saying: "No, no, no ... ..." but inadvertently found her in the pants rotten one under exposed thick swollen legs, leg and serious disease that is clearly not frozen, but is clearly a terrible schistosomiasis patients! The other leg of her head could not bear to see people curled up too. My heart feel shocked, and tightening up. Look at which groups shivering in the cold dirt down-sick bad body, ragged pants, dirty black wrinkles, inability to prayer ... ... all are pulling moves my heart, I pity and exclaimed: ah! Poverty and disease, the life of this poor tortured cruel ah ... ...
She told me cite an old, empty tea pregnant. She implored, unsteadily, said: "good it! Good it! Beg you ... you ..."
I do not consciously feel their own pockets to go. But the touch all over the body, and did not touch the child of a slot!
I regret not installed your money out to go and ... ...
I took the check and excitedly went to the bank. Street, full of surging crowd, shouting their wares, noises. Since the transformation of the Yangtze River Road after the road on both sides keep high-level arched buildings, increasingly crowded shopping malls, a wide variety of fashion colors and pop music, plus a variety of new stores opened, so that the bustling provincial capital in November Street, appeared rhythm Chuanji, bustling city like a spring.
I walked through the crowd, squeezed into banks, handed a check. Remove the check number, Miss unfamiliar to me, casually said: "The windows on the 16th to go ... ..."
I saw there was a long row of the team, try to figure out half past one Shihai not for me. So taking advantage of the "other" time, decided to go to the most prosperous of the lot four arches walk, where the window is proud provincial capital.
North wind blowing gently, only felt the slightest chill with. I went to the four arches press shops. Sideways in front of a pedestrian bridge, I must pass it. I step onto flyover leisurely steps, ready to cross the bridge ... ... Suddenly, a groaning sound in my ears: "I pray you good friends ... ... ... ... please, what!" I hope in the twinkling of an eye go, I saw a old woman, lying on the stairs, her hair gray, Pengshou dirt surface, thin clothes, half a body shivering in the cold. That blurred the eyes with tears, staring at my pocket tightly ... ...
I could not help her to stand down and looked carefully, I found she was struggling to kneel up to me Zuo Yi, I Huangde kept saying: "No, no, no ... ..." but inadvertently found her in the pants rotten one under exposed thick swollen legs, leg and serious disease that is clearly not frozen, but is clearly a terrible schistosomiasis patients! The other leg of her head could not bear to see people curled up too. My heart feel shocked, and tightening up. Look at which groups shivering in the cold dirt down-sick bad body, ragged pants, dirty black wrinkles, inability to prayer ... ... all are pulling moves my heart, I pity and exclaimed: ah! Poverty and disease, the life of this poor tortured cruel ah ... ...
She told me cite an old, empty tea pregnant. She implored, unsteadily, said: "good it! Good it! Beg you ... you ..."
I do not consciously feel their own pockets to go. But the touch all over the body, and did not touch the child of a slot!
I regret not installed your money out to go and ... ...
Me and my prose（五）
I have a very long time on TV, as a general concept, even if the bubble Gao Chuangzuo should play like to engage in drama, so at least you can make big money, but I do not shop and go in the end, or what can be accomplished, because I did not interest and opportunity, and I thank Ming Ming among its own destiny, not by the results of all the arrangements themselves, or even all just meant to be. I feel my youth, what feathers are wet through the rain, walking fast or running fast but is slow to fly, to fly low is also very heavy to fly, but now I do not think so, I still have to move forward , run yes run any, but I still dream of flying like the others do also like to run, is called leopard change Bingxing difficult to move, approaching old also was counting on others to actually fly, because I always believe that they have sky the potential of fly by hi ... ... can appeal to angry to think to curse can sing and dance to music to dance, maybe what time around you will say: "Ah! This one really fly high ah! sitting in Shenzhou spacecraft ah! "But really what will happen? The original intention was that all. Dedication to a certain young age should be "your heart" "Let it be" the.
Blink of an eye has reached the age of today, there have been ups and downs over the past there have been a loss, there have been failures and there have been successful. I worked for failed distress, glad for the success, and now seems to listen to the voice of fate telling me: do not distress, not lucky. Social phenomena, all of the beginning and end are the same. I live like everyone else in the process.
There is always one way with their hard, so trying to find fault with others, of course, not so much with my writing style is against themselves, not as good as that I am writing from prose writing, especially to get from the unique pleasure.
Write and happy with, and this is my prose complex, this is my way of life, and this is the joy of my prose style ... ...
I still often find time to write my essay.
Blink of an eye has reached the age of today, there have been ups and downs over the past there have been a loss, there have been failures and there have been successful. I worked for failed distress, glad for the success, and now seems to listen to the voice of fate telling me: do not distress, not lucky. Social phenomena, all of the beginning and end are the same. I live like everyone else in the process.
There is always one way with their hard, so trying to find fault with others, of course, not so much with my writing style is against themselves, not as good as that I am writing from prose writing, especially to get from the unique pleasure.
Write and happy with, and this is my prose complex, this is my way of life, and this is the joy of my prose style ... ...
I still often find time to write my essay.
Me and my prose（四）
For the interests of those trends for the life of fame and fortune as the people who will take the name of the first great novels do. You're not world-famous Chinese they will not buy from you. So desperate to have people shamelessly promote their own hype themselves, and even self-proclaimed "master" of the people there. Sometimes I see some people confused, puzzled, and very proud of their casual, easy to walk in front of people, I respectfully behaved so hard Cengceng Why?
So sometimes can not help but also some confusion, even when writing prose will dip over the idea of other troubles, from time to time to start another dream ... These are the past ... good and bad things. Finally dreams too hard, do not do anything, do not want to do, or to push the stone, to write my essay. One day I would like to use a basket and a basket of those puzzle a little Eden of stone, regardless of the time and trouble to roam when depressed about it, would also do in the end, the confusion will be confusion in the end, the music would be happy in the end of the , I am facing the water photos, I cry you will laugh, I laugh you will cry, and I think as I simply go its own way so, anyway, the road back, with each taking one side, why should I care about social mockery, others get me wrong, the interests of neglect me, despise me businessmen, writers who like me ... ... All in all the eyes are on me? I have my own dedication and preferences, is it not difficult to buy for my extremely heavy alone love?
To this day, although I also wrote a number of other forms of work, but I still did not give up their prose, through the time of the Xilian, wunderkind worth mentioning late bloomer worth mentioning, everything is no longer important. The ancients asked, "Man can Ampang, Wu can be country" into a big party is a person, but I think that there is such a writer's ability? This capability at least I do not touch on the. But I feel the value of their own, this value is large or small cattle or horse is what is not said by someone else to go, I do not feel no beds many very commonplace enough.
So sometimes can not help but also some confusion, even when writing prose will dip over the idea of other troubles, from time to time to start another dream ... These are the past ... good and bad things. Finally dreams too hard, do not do anything, do not want to do, or to push the stone, to write my essay. One day I would like to use a basket and a basket of those puzzle a little Eden of stone, regardless of the time and trouble to roam when depressed about it, would also do in the end, the confusion will be confusion in the end, the music would be happy in the end of the , I am facing the water photos, I cry you will laugh, I laugh you will cry, and I think as I simply go its own way so, anyway, the road back, with each taking one side, why should I care about social mockery, others get me wrong, the interests of neglect me, despise me businessmen, writers who like me ... ... All in all the eyes are on me? I have my own dedication and preferences, is it not difficult to buy for my extremely heavy alone love?
To this day, although I also wrote a number of other forms of work, but I still did not give up their prose, through the time of the Xilian, wunderkind worth mentioning late bloomer worth mentioning, everything is no longer important. The ancients asked, "Man can Ampang, Wu can be country" into a big party is a person, but I think that there is such a writer's ability? This capability at least I do not touch on the. But I feel the value of their own, this value is large or small cattle or horse is what is not said by someone else to go, I do not feel no beds many very commonplace enough.
Me and my prose（三）
So I asked myself: what I get it?
I have been proud of, or the capital: I have published twenty or thirty books, including a dozen essays, "Xingyue read" "Huai style" "ten Grass," "Ocean xi tie" again and again all the award-winning books and other prose writings, works have been translated into foreign countries, was elected "China's New Elite Selected Prose," "China's fine prose highlights" and "Ying xi bar" and a finalist for single works high school Chinese textbooks, I have a crystal type more than nine characters, and a variety of stately crown, on television, usually newspapers, at the national level writer, senior editor, the old members of the Chinese Writers Association, Chinese Prose Literature Society and the Chinese report Society, Chinese Folk Art Painters Association, and so the title of a long list of formal organizations, which, it not also be proud of the glory of it?
But in the midst of the social atmosphere, everything seemed less important, the glory of another person's feelings, their own sense of pride and everything, Department of Nothingness, the only work is real. Some people even as famous as a successful achievement, the greater the well-known achievements of the greater nature, like the nursery children than the size of their father's official general, love to the reputation of writers, I still not quite sure what level they are part fame? In fact, the famous and powerful will always be two different things. I think his blog, run in a circle, "the elite of Chinese Literature", where there are a lot of broad knowledge of literature with rich experience splendid literary talent elite, the works that they have a high literary and aesthetic value, has been willing to grass-roots remained in obscurity. Compared to them, I really very lucky very lucky. I think the fate of works and also, it is a definite number. I wrote a "successful wake up words," to tell people the three elements of success: the opportunity first, background second to third. If you have success factors of your talents and efforts, but it still needs the final opportunity or background to help. If you have to light the lack of opportunities or personal efforts, the background you still can not succeed. Now the speculation is the background of the community, and speculation was rampant could there be so walls have known and therefore there were unscrupulous. You can but not well known or not the name (if known as achievement), know your people will give you a nickname called "underappreciated." Bloomer before the age of 83 are "underappreciated", if he ultimately never quite emperor, he will end his life unknown.
I have been proud of, or the capital: I have published twenty or thirty books, including a dozen essays, "Xingyue read" "Huai style" "ten Grass," "Ocean xi tie" again and again all the award-winning books and other prose writings, works have been translated into foreign countries, was elected "China's New Elite Selected Prose," "China's fine prose highlights" and "Ying xi bar" and a finalist for single works high school Chinese textbooks, I have a crystal type more than nine characters, and a variety of stately crown, on television, usually newspapers, at the national level writer, senior editor, the old members of the Chinese Writers Association, Chinese Prose Literature Society and the Chinese report Society, Chinese Folk Art Painters Association, and so the title of a long list of formal organizations, which, it not also be proud of the glory of it?
But in the midst of the social atmosphere, everything seemed less important, the glory of another person's feelings, their own sense of pride and everything, Department of Nothingness, the only work is real. Some people even as famous as a successful achievement, the greater the well-known achievements of the greater nature, like the nursery children than the size of their father's official general, love to the reputation of writers, I still not quite sure what level they are part fame? In fact, the famous and powerful will always be two different things. I think his blog, run in a circle, "the elite of Chinese Literature", where there are a lot of broad knowledge of literature with rich experience splendid literary talent elite, the works that they have a high literary and aesthetic value, has been willing to grass-roots remained in obscurity. Compared to them, I really very lucky very lucky. I think the fate of works and also, it is a definite number. I wrote a "successful wake up words," to tell people the three elements of success: the opportunity first, background second to third. If you have success factors of your talents and efforts, but it still needs the final opportunity or background to help. If you have to light the lack of opportunities or personal efforts, the background you still can not succeed. Now the speculation is the background of the community, and speculation was rampant could there be so walls have known and therefore there were unscrupulous. You can but not well known or not the name (if known as achievement), know your people will give you a nickname called "underappreciated." Bloomer before the age of 83 are "underappreciated", if he ultimately never quite emperor, he will end his life unknown.
Me and my prose（二）
Some of fate and a sense of Zen. I have always believed Rengeyouzhi, people have dreams. However, anyone who blogs or it can become a dream feel? As I left to write prose, like poetry, this is not diverted to transfer more than not interested in change in feelings, or even mention is the new choice, everything is self serve in the purely innocent in nature and in order to smooth original mind. Buddha told us in the distant era of "impermanence", "dharmas Empty," and we human beings always have the order often arrange for their own life goals, without which does not become human. Our pursuit is not a real vanity. Although the material things, acquisitiveness, lust, desire, and so were many redundant will bring many of their burden, but we always still have to pursue it persistent, stubborn not the heart to leave it. Perhaps it is because the intention of such an obsession, and I for a long time to write essays with their main focus, to put it nicely is a pursuit, to put an objective point of paranoia is a personality and interest on the preference.
I wrote a number of years, of course, wrote and published many essays, but I'm still me. Remember to its peak, the text was persuaded I abandoned politics, do not write, and then take the political path is very popular to the condition that I was completely mixed with a an official post, but I write prose is enjoyable, could not bear to abandon pen, still writing. Unlike literary fame and fortune from the close social activities, and it even allows you to make you lonely lonely. Gone on to a non-or the old, someone told me: "should Mituzhifan, the Offer to be a writer, what? Mention or prose writers?" Unfortunately, I sink deeper and deeper in prose, simply to go its own way, never tired of.
Blink of an eye, "middle age" and had, the confusion still a lot of things, sometimes Guyingzilian, would like to return to the past there was located a little comfort, so he continued to my prose. Eccentric nature of my character, because the rules of the world very lightly, so the community ignored me, the fate of mocking me, like the West Fuxi only push stones and pushed down again, down again and again, gradually, not to write prose other, only to find a way to a break up the monotony of children. Those models to the line of the road, friends, or picked up a fortune when, as I understand, pity pity to say that I: "With your condition as good, you really should not go that way ah!"
I wrote a number of years, of course, wrote and published many essays, but I'm still me. Remember to its peak, the text was persuaded I abandoned politics, do not write, and then take the political path is very popular to the condition that I was completely mixed with a an official post, but I write prose is enjoyable, could not bear to abandon pen, still writing. Unlike literary fame and fortune from the close social activities, and it even allows you to make you lonely lonely. Gone on to a non-or the old, someone told me: "should Mituzhifan, the Offer to be a writer, what? Mention or prose writers?" Unfortunately, I sink deeper and deeper in prose, simply to go its own way, never tired of.
Blink of an eye, "middle age" and had, the confusion still a lot of things, sometimes Guyingzilian, would like to return to the past there was located a little comfort, so he continued to my prose. Eccentric nature of my character, because the rules of the world very lightly, so the community ignored me, the fate of mocking me, like the West Fuxi only push stones and pushed down again, down again and again, gradually, not to write prose other, only to find a way to a break up the monotony of children. Those models to the line of the road, friends, or picked up a fortune when, as I understand, pity pity to say that I: "With your condition as good, you really should not go that way ah!"
Me and my prose（一）
When I was four hundred thousand words long new book "dust wrong" about to hit the press, my heart has a lot of emotion. Over the years I have been writing novels, from three hundred thousand words "red Yearbook" to half a million words, the lower part of "beauty slope," I gave myself a lot of confidence. Especially when the "beauty slope" have published a wide range of social impact and economic effects by as much as I desire to create novel the feeling of warm spring breezes. It is said to have been my age and condition should enjoy life, but writing is not so much a cause or liability, as it is a habit a way of life. Like Rodin said: the feelings of people always have to be attached, or attached to a person or attached to one thing, enough to live comfortably in the state to engage in creation, and its hard as it is made a habit of life or is a spiritual release and freedom.
There is always recent writer friend asked me: You seem to change course it? I'm surprised a moment, I know they mean longer than usual to write essays to do. Yes ah, Did I forget that I was born to write prose writers? Thinking back 20 years ago, I was as prose achievements by the Chinese Writers Association admitted to membership. In fact, there is no creative boundaries, the text in the image of the same reasons the "truth", and to write prose poetry writing fiction writing plays, as long as there is genuine feeling the creative impulse, every form of literature can make your state breeze brilliance ... ... Looking back, I understand and prose is really the origin with a young man hi the early poems, for publishing a poem often complacent, and then to hope to have more opportunities to express themselves and form, perhaps more than Han prose emotional component, from the poem recently, then played a pleasure to write essays. Writing prose seemed relaxed, casual, Zhaobi written, Scenery written, it is music in the fun.
In fact, from the personal creation of history, the longest of my financial ability prose. I really have a lot of years writing prose, that is what first? Era from a dream it? Why choose prose? I kept thinking, there are a number of distant thoughts. Some of fate and a sense of Zen. I have always believed Rengeyouzhi, people have dreams. However, anyone who blogs or it can become a dream feel? As I left to write prose, like poetry, this is not diverted to transfer more than not interested in change in feelings, or even mention is the new choice, everything is self serve in the purely innocent in nature and in order to smooth original mind. Buddha told us in the distant era of "impermanence", "dharmas Empty," and we human beings always have the order often arrange for their own life goals, without which does not become human. Our pursuit is not a real vanity. Although the material things, acquisitiveness, lust, desire, and so were many redundant will bring many of their burden, but we always still have to pursue it persistent, stubborn not the heart to leave it. Perhaps it is because the intention of such an obsession, and I for a long time to write essays with their main focus, to put it nicely is a pursuit, to put an objective point of paranoia is a personality and interest on the preference.
There is always recent writer friend asked me: You seem to change course it? I'm surprised a moment, I know they mean longer than usual to write essays to do. Yes ah, Did I forget that I was born to write prose writers? Thinking back 20 years ago, I was as prose achievements by the Chinese Writers Association admitted to membership. In fact, there is no creative boundaries, the text in the image of the same reasons the "truth", and to write prose poetry writing fiction writing plays, as long as there is genuine feeling the creative impulse, every form of literature can make your state breeze brilliance ... ... Looking back, I understand and prose is really the origin with a young man hi the early poems, for publishing a poem often complacent, and then to hope to have more opportunities to express themselves and form, perhaps more than Han prose emotional component, from the poem recently, then played a pleasure to write essays. Writing prose seemed relaxed, casual, Zhaobi written, Scenery written, it is music in the fun.
In fact, from the personal creation of history, the longest of my financial ability prose. I really have a lot of years writing prose, that is what first? Era from a dream it? Why choose prose? I kept thinking, there are a number of distant thoughts. Some of fate and a sense of Zen. I have always believed Rengeyouzhi, people have dreams. However, anyone who blogs or it can become a dream feel? As I left to write prose, like poetry, this is not diverted to transfer more than not interested in change in feelings, or even mention is the new choice, everything is self serve in the purely innocent in nature and in order to smooth original mind. Buddha told us in the distant era of "impermanence", "dharmas Empty," and we human beings always have the order often arrange for their own life goals, without which does not become human. Our pursuit is not a real vanity. Although the material things, acquisitiveness, lust, desire, and so were many redundant will bring many of their burden, but we always still have to pursue it persistent, stubborn not the heart to leave it. Perhaps it is because the intention of such an obsession, and I for a long time to write essays with their main focus, to put it nicely is a pursuit, to put an objective point of paranoia is a personality and interest on the preference.
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