Resentment

Resentment There is no music, although I really think about it, what is the way to relieve the embarrassment of listening to each other! The favorite gentleman said, “You are torturing yourself!” In fact, from the bottom of my heart, who will be willing to toss himself? Just looking at the sunset, but in addition to melancholy, I still hope to break the Tianqi road, thousands of rivers and mountains, blocking the way back! Looking through the screen, we can hear each other a hard and jerky breath quietly and quietly. In this way, we can quietly watch the gentleman I like and the gentleman I have been treating for a long time and play a piece of ancient kite. While I am at the end of the world, I am alone, self-drinking, it seems very comfortable! But the deep thought in the heart is only understood by the gentleman who likes it! The sunset is setting, beautiful and beautiful, who doesn’t want to be able to accompany the beloved one, join hands with each other and walk the sunset! However, people who expect in their hearts, although they have a clear heart, are suffering from the beauty of the God, the god does not act as a medium! The one you love! Why am I at the end of the world, but I am at the corner of the sea. In this life, I can only look at each other far away! Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon… Enter June In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… The confusion of summer night I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool… Love story Lover dies, lover…

Spring breeze shaking hibiscus flower

Prose Spring breeze swaying hibiscus flower Woodcutter The instructor informed me that the new educated youth would come tomorrow afternoon, so you wouldn’t have to work. Welcome them and arrange accommodation for them. During the waiting time, I was lying in bed watching the Song of Youth. After hearing the rumbling sound of cars and horns, a military vehicle stopped at the door of our educated youth yard. “Come on, give it to me.” An educated youth in the car handed me her grass-green Army pack, then jumped out of the car, carrying a red and white cord net pocket with her toiletries in her pocket, following me. When I entered the dormitory, I put my backpack on the heated kang prepared for them first. “You can choose a place by yourself. It’s better to be inside, warm inside, window outside, cold in winter.” I said. OK, thank you.” I looked at her. I didn’t say anything, and I couldn’t find what to say. At cactus lamp, educated youth entered the boys’ dormitory one after another. After seeing the arrival of the staff, the instructor began to introduce the situation of the new and old educated young one by one. “Liu Zihan.” She stood up from the bench, and the two long braids were thrown from the shoulder to both sides of her cheek, just on the two pockets of her coat, grass green military uniform sets off, especially beautiful. At this time, I looked at her carefully and remembered this beautiful name. Zihan? Zihui? Or Zihan? I listed several such names. Zi is catalpa, which is a kind of deciduous tree, and the use of Mulberry and Zi refers to his hometown. What about it? Is it included but not exposed? It should be purple! Purple —— the synthetic color of blue and red, purple is coming to the east, purple is not a blessing! More Ming Zhang Fengyi “the story of Guanyuan · The History of planning and investing”: “The Sunset Mountain is purple, and the flowing water surrounds the lonely village.” What a beautiful artistic conception; Han is connotation and implication. I like it, you see how many youth passwords are contained in her curling posture! When she came back from work, she would lean spade against the wall at the door and lift an iron bucket to fetch water from the well outside the yard. I poured the water I just shot into her bucket, to help her mention it, she said no. Watching her cross her steps, she changed her posture left and right, then stopped by the hisbiscus tree at her door, washed her hands, washed her face, soap, rubbed towels, washed clothes, and picked up the water in the basin, with his hands raised, he threw it out. The hisbiscus tree blocked my sight. Her figure appeared behind the hisbiscus tree, and a military uniform melted into the green of the hisbiscus tree, two small braids hanging on the chest were placed in green. The young and beautiful face was seen from the gap of hisbiscus trees, into my eyes and into my heart. A spring breeze blowing, hanging on the branches of the blooming hibiscus flower under the spring breeze blowing, gently, slowly for a while to the left, for a while to the right constantly swing. The spring breeze is like a hand stretched out of the blue sky, bending the branches of hisbiscus trees, bending the green leaves of hisbiscus trees, bending the flowers of hisbiscus trees to give me an inch of space, through the gap, I saw her beautiful face and her curling posture, her eyes and braids hanging on her chest. Look at those hibiscus flower flowers, which are slanted by the wind and bright by the spring light, one, two, three…… Against her face, against her chest, Sticking to her long hair is like growing on her, blooming for her and bright for her. Every time I secretly look at her like this. She must have found that time, and our eyes met there in the gap between hibiscus flower. This is the first time. This time she lowered her head and still wiped her face, as if she didn’t care that I was looking at her. When Hibiscus Flower shook it again, she found me looking at her again and saw her smiling at me lightly. I was very embarrassed that time. I am confident in my control at ordinary times, but this time I will definitely fail. I guess she can laugh at me in her heart. Laughing at me? Laugh at Me! I see flowers, I see that hibiscus flower tree? When I went back to the house to read the Song of Youth, the window creaked, and it was the spring breeze gently pushing it. At this moment, I saw the shadow of Silver Birch in the yard from the window, one by one straight into the sky, like a harp, playing for spring. I walked over and wanted to cover the window. The shadow of hibiscus flower broke into my eyes. I adjusted to a suitable position and fixed the window with stones. I was lying on the bed reading books, when she approached the hibiscus flower tree, I could also see her figure from the window shadow, watch her hair dancing in the wind, and watch her graceful figure when she bent down to wash. When the shadow disappeared, he leaned a chair against the earth wall of the dormitory and tilted towards the hibiscus flower tree. Although she could not see her face, she still saw her graceful posture when washing. In summer, a white background with blue print shirt and the grass green army pants wrapped her body tightly, curled up, graceful and beautiful. Summer is a stage for women, and the charm and enchanting of women will be performed on this stage to their heart’s content and expression to their heart’s content, allowing men to daydream. Later, I saw a propaganda poster in the Brigade Supply and Marketing Agency: white shirt, green army pants, long braid. It looks like her summer. I bought it and pasted it on the wall of the dormitory so that I could see her every day. Jinqiu Lake always swung with its vast smoke waves, which were not shocking and full of layers. One day I happened to find a hibiscus flower tree by the lake, so every time I went to work, I volunteered to work in the field growing hibiscus flower, although the land was far away from the village, you have to get up early and go back late without a bike. During the Labor interval, he ran to the hibiscus flower and took out the thick steamed bread with green Chinese onion twittering. After eating, one lay on his back in the shade of hibiscus flower, and then looked at the green leaves in the fields emerging under the sunshine; Look at the leaves spreading to the edge of the leaves; look at its graceful branches and flowers blooming towards the sky one after another. At this time, the wind rising from the lake slowly blew, the branches were shaking in the spring breeze with flowers, and the sunshine in spring shone on me through the gaps of leaves and my eyes. I closed my eyes, thinking about her, thinking about the hibiscus flower tree in the zhiqing yard. Is she still washing by the hibiscus flower? Is the flower as tall as her still covering her face and will it fall under the shaking of spring breeze? Will she give me a shallow smile when she finds me peeking at her? It was my turn to be a chef that month “. She came up with a light red thermos bottle, took the thermos bottle in her hand, scooped it down ladle, lifted it up, and a long waterline flowed into her thermos bottle. She held her thermos bottle hands and slender fingers, like tender Petunia vines climbing on the thriving hisbiscus tree. I held my breath in fear of dropping water into her hands. I adjusted the originally fine water flow to be thinner. I used this method to prolong the time, I don’t want her to leave. I like to see her white and tender hands and the breath out there, and I want her breath to be around me all the time. That year, I hired a job to go back to the city and left. She walked into the dormitory and handed me a light green plastic leather diary, and left with a smile. My heart jumped mashed potato. I don’t know what she wrote in it. Maybe she didn’t write anything, maybe she wrote a lot. But I didn’t have the courage, let alone the confidence to open it and simply put it in the satchel. Tossing and turning at night can not fall asleep, always can not do without that diary. I know that some things can be imagined, which is expected; And some things can not be imagined out of thin air, but it did happen, which is unexpected. This “middle” and “outside” disturbed my mood. The first is Affirmation! Then there is denial, desire but not. The next day, we gathered in the commune compound, waiting for the vehicle of the recruitment unit to pick us up. She came over and couldn’t remember what we said. Then we walked out along the road at the gate of the commune. This time she used the name in the diary, which was the first time she called it since we met each other. That kind of kindness made me scared and flattered, and the beating heart of mashed potato was about to fall out. Although I was prepared for this name after reading the diary, it was different at the moment. It was not on paper. The name came from her heart, then rushed out of her throat and hung on her thin cherry-like lips. She was beside me, and the fragrance on her body came out, through the cold wind, Through the winter cotton, I entered my heart and immersed in my heart. I looked up and looked at her. She was as tall as I expected, half a head higher than me. At this time, I found out what kind of mistake the previous judgment was? That hibiscus flower must have cheated me! When she stood before the hibiscus flower tree as tall as her, I had a judgment. I measured the hibiscus flower tree, but the result was still wrong. I glanced at her face, very similar! Every time she walked to the hibiscus flower tree, her face and the first hibiscus flower tree had such a perfect fit. The outline of the lower end of the flower is curved, and the slightly pointed flower bottom is embedded into the green flower holder, like her, the round-faced and slightly pointed chin Barto was in the collar of the grass green military uniform. The color is red, but it is not as red as roses, nor as bright as peony flowers, nor as red as Azalea flowers all over the mountains. Its red is light, light, tender and shallow, and it is red through white; It is a kind of red that does not show off, is not shocking, is neither old nor naive; it is red upward, red vigorous, red soft, Red is so popular. Red is in her 17-year-old youth. The moment I looked up at her, I met her smiling eyes. I liked her eyes. She once passed them to me through the gap of that hibiscus flower tree and was always collected by me, and grow into a kind of fantasy, a kind of lovesickness, a kind of unrequited love, a kind of memory that cannot be erased, and become the wealth in my life. But now, this smile is right in front of me, burning into my heart. This smile is warmer and kinder than the smile behind hibiscus flower, soft and long. Take a second glance at her eyes, which are always hidden behind the hibiscus flower and make me unable to see clearly. I have guessed countless times, what does it look like? Like Hibiscus flower stamens? Like the deep sky in autumn? Like the SUNFLOWER just blooming? Like those rolling Phoneix eye on the relief. Still like…… They are all like but not like! Stacked, layer after layer, every blink, there is light shining from there. For the first time, I was so close to a woman, a woman with youthful breath. Her breath radiates, her voice is so close and her eyes are so kind that I feel gratified and satisfied. If, do I need if? Ask yourself, and keep asking yourself in the following years. That’s enough. In this unexpected encounter, in this fruitless connection. Anyway, I am both a winner and a Harvester! Because she planted YILI seeds called missing in my heart, which made me use my whole life to harvest its fruits. I have been thinking wildly in her kind address, thinking stupidly. As for what I said at that time? I can’t remember clearly. If there is any obstruction to her in what I said or what I expressed or what I failed to express, please ask her to forgive me! We are separated from each other. The real road is far away! When I arrived at the unit, a hisbiscus tree was short, far away in the flower bed in front of my office. It is short because it needs sunshine and rain to moisten it soon after transplanting, and then it will thrive in the training of wind and rain. It was far away because she was still in the countryside and still washed her clothes under the hibiscus flower tree in the educated youth yard. I often stand at the window and look at this hisbiscus tree intently. My colleague said that you stand here and look at it every day. What are you looking? When I said I didn’t see anything, I felt that standing here was open-minded and inspired to write articles. Once the leader arranged me to write a communication. I wrote it and tore it. My colleague said that you ‘d better come to my side and look out the window and write it. We changed the desk, and we could see the hisbiscus tree when sitting in this position. Under the shower of spring breeze and rain, the hibiscus flower tree opened. I counted three flowers in total. The flowers were a little less. It was the first bud of the first year. The flowers were tender and short, the pattern is not big, and the petals are not big. I believe that it will bloom more flowers next spring, which is the same as the hibiscus flower tree in the educated youth yard, with red white lining and fragrant fragrance. I have seen this hibiscus flower, and it has grown more than a foot in just a few months, but it is still a little shorter than the hibiscus flower tree in the educated youth yard. The next year, as expected. This Hibiscus flower is open in a brilliant way, Surrounded by clusters, one is brighter than one, and one is softer than one. I didn’t count its flowers or measure its height, but I can definitely say that it has grown up and grown tall. He grew up to be the 17-year-old girl in zhiqingdian. The spring breeze blows over, shaking its branches and shaking its flowers. But at this time, I couldn’t see her faint figure, her grass-green military uniform and the face held up by the military uniform; I couldn’t see the Red Hands like Tang Wan and the black hair flying in the spring wind. Therefore, I no longer hope that this hibiscus flower will be shaken by the spring breeze, and I want it to stand there quietly. When it is quiet, my mind will not be disturbed or disordered, so I can think hard about my mind, think about those past years, and think about the hibiscus flower shaken by the spring breeze in the educated youth yard. Is she okay there? Thinking and thinking, I saw a young girl with long hair and tall man passing by the hibiscus flower tree in a trance. Unfortunately, I couldn’t see her face and her figure clearly. At this time, I gave birth to some hope, calling the spring breeze to shake its flowers and branches, I want to see her face and her figure from its shaking gap. Is it the 17-year-old girl from zhiqingdian who came to my eyes? Unfortunately, the spring breeze didn’t blow, and it didn’t listen to my call at all. Spring breeze has lost its spirituality, and this hibiscus flower has also lost its spirituality. But the sun came out, and it emerged from the direction of zhiqingdian, As soon as it came out, it shone warmly on this cluster of blooming hibiscus flower. A butterfly flew over and stood on the leaves. Isn’t butterfly the most fond of flowers? Why does it stand on the tip of the leaf? Is that “love of butterfly”, which was sung forever, just a compilation of literati? I am swinging at the edge of affirmatives and negatives. Suddenly, I saw a bee flying empty from the highest hisbiscus flower, humming towards the distance. And the Butterfly also rolled up its wings and flew towards the flower, standing on the petals. I understand that butterflies must have seen the existence of bees, so they stood on the leaves and waited. The work of insects is orderly, and they are unconsciously following the laws and conventions of nature. However, for the hibiscus flower in front of me, for the hibiscus flower in the zhiqing point, and for the hibiscus flower along the golden autumn lake, are there a little less rationality and a little more affection, so I have a lot of feelings and preferences, so as to ignore the same blooming winter jasmine, June snow and cottonrose hibiscus in the flower bed. Similarly, for her smile, for her address, for the diary she sent, for her graceful posture, whether she was a little more stubborn and obsessed, that’s why I’m so confused and sad. Should I follow the butterfly standing on the lace? Summer went away, and autumn then stepped into the threshold. The hibiscus flower tree faded, and the gardener was removing it with Spade. I hurried to ask, they said the leader asked to dig it, and I asked them to wait, don’t dig it first. Go back to the office and grab a phone call to ask, there explained that the flower bed will be changed to lawn, I raised my voice in a gaffe and accused them of wasting. One day, two days, three days passed, and the hibiscus flower tree still stood there. I thought my phone played a role. But the hibiscus flower tree disappeared after going to work on Monday. I published an essay in The Journal, and I named it “the love of Jinqiu Lake”. In the article, I also wrote about hibiscus flower and those vague relationships. My colleague was very serious and asked me if it was true? I laughed but didn’t answer. If I didn’t answer, I would deny it! If there is one thing, it is unrequited love. Is it wrong to have a secret love? Later, I learned that she hired a job to go back to the county. Every time she passed by the county, I looked out of the window. I was familiar with the location of her factory. When she was educated, I went there with fellow villagers large handcart. The most annoying thing is the ice flowers that condenses on the window in winter. It blocks my sight and ends up after wiping. But can she show up? Does she know that I passed by her? As soon as the car entered the county, he raised his head from a distance and couldn’t take his eyes off. He first found the direction of the factory. When he approached, he looked at its gate to see if she was in the flow of people who went to work and got off work, once, from hope to disappointment, and looking forward to hope with hope. I know clearly that this is an end that has no chance, but I would rather think like this. If I do this, I will not regret or give up. The prose “looking forward to meeting” can testify for me. In fact, it is very easy to find her, because our parents live in a military compound, and we go home for the Spring Festival every year. But I’m afraid, I feel inferior. She doesn’t belong to me, she belongs to the people who love her and the people she loves. It belongs to the person who can give her happiness, give her peace of life, make the lake of her life wave, and accord with family equivalence and external conditions equivalence. However, that person had already waited for her thousands of miles away from her journey, waiting for her and protecting her. This is my most rational and wise thinking and choice. I must follow this rule and stick to this tacit understanding, just like that butterfly and that bee, otherwise, the seed she planted in my heart will not bear fruit and I will get nothing. More than 20 years later, a phone call came over. She reported her name and asked me if I still knew her. I was hypocritical and prevaricated. We talked for a long time, from work to life, from parents to children, and from many interesting things about knowing young people, we talked about our childish and ridiculous. Since then, we have been in constant contact. I always greet her at the first time every holiday. I carefully looked for and chose the words of greeting for fear of hurting her, for fear that the words could not reach the meaning and for fear that the meaning of words could cross the boundary. It was not my wish to be too exaggerated or too melodramatic. Finally, I chose two very appropriate words. I think these two words are sincere and sincere. It is profound and plain, rich and clear, concise and comprehensive, and sincere. Yes, I have always wished to bless her sincerely. Until death, the end of the world. She invited me to play with her many times. I’m afraid, if I go, how can I face her? I am that kind of sheepishly man, I loved her, so the blush on my face couldn’t fool her, and my accelerated heartbeat couldn’t hide it from me, which would make me very embarrassed. There is a lyrics: “seeing each other is better than missing.” Make the best footnotes for me. At that time when we chatted, I tried to ask for a photo of her. I said that the family photo of zhiqingdian was lost, If I didn’t recognize her when I met her, she immediately sent me a picture of her 17-year-old. I was flattered. This is the first time I got her photo. It is still 17 years old. It is the age of knowing young people. It looks like a woman, with graceful Tingting and smiling at me. I carefully copied it and archived it everywhere, one into the cloud disk album; One into the cloud disk document; One into the backup document; One on the desktop. The two copies of the cloud disk can be easily downloaded to see her no matter where I go. This Spring Festival, she sent me a blessing early. Click to see a series of blessings unfold again and again. The Beautiful and blooming picture is overwhelming, and then the background music flows out gently: “My happiness is thinking of you, my happiness is thinking of you.” Singer Chen Yassen chanted repeatedly, interlinked with each other, one layer after another, a while higher than a while, no matter what, led me to the climax of the event. Did he write about me? Is he singing me? Does she know that I am thinking about her and send this song to me? I asked myself. I don’t know whether the author Niu Ge has had the same experience and experience as me, nor do I know whether the singer Chen Yassen has had the same unrequited love and anxiety as me. But he wrote it, he sang it. He wrote my heart, and he sang my heart. “My happiness is missing you, my happiness is missing you. Sitting in front of the window and reading the diary, the lines are full of you. 1.1 drops of unforgettable memories of the romantic past are imprinted in my heart.” The song came again. The money was in my ears and heart, and my eyes were wet: my happiness was missing you! Brushed away the dust on the diary she gave me and looked through the pages. Does she still remember the friendly name in this diary and diary? Do you still remember the path at the gate of the commune? Do you still remember the hibiscus flower tree swaying in the spring breeze and the smile behind the hibiscus flower tree? After a few sleepless nights, I think I should finish the past. Secret love or unrequited love. So I picked up the pen and wrote these words, sorted out the messy mood for decades, summarized and judged those isolated speculations, and removed them from falsehood. The sustenance of this sustenance should be put down. The end is not the end, it is the repair of emotions and the renewal of thoughts. After that, stand at a new height and look back at the past, look forward to the future, grow up in a complicated world, and mature in the vicissitudes of the world. Then carry these growth and maturity to face her. In that way, the seed she planted into my heart is not just my own harvest, but my common harvest. If possible, I will send these words to her and let her also read them. I also want to tell her: as long as life continues, missing will not end. Zan (prose editor: Ke Er) Phoenix mountain spring outing After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon… Enter June In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… The confusion of summer night I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool… Love story Lover dies, lover…

Acacia mirror

Lovesickness is love, writing the high mountain’s admiration for flowing water; Lovesickness is meaning, depicting the Blue Sky’s attachment to white clouds. Lovesickness is the tenderness of blooming flowers, lovesickness is the romance of falling moon, lovesickness is singing the song of love to the flowing water, and the flowing water opens its arms to embrace the mountain; lovesickness wrote speak now on the blue sky, and the long white clouds blushed and hid in the arms of the blue sky. Lovesickness is still the love of the colorful butterfly flying in spring for flowers. As soon as the colorful butterfly opens its mouth and kisses the locked flowers, the flower spreads a beautiful smile shyly. Lovesickness is a face mirror. In the mirror, I am shy with face and peach blossom with gills. Outside the mirror, you are handsome and charming. The lovesickness mirror reflects the lovesickness of me and you, the Lovesickness mirror flows out the love and meaning of lovesickness. The mountains are lofty, the running water is gurgling, looking at the distant mountains, the distant mountains contain Dai, and the rolling mountains are towering into the clouds. The verdant figure is a Dan ink painting written by the painter, the fresh outline, the handsome and heroic posture makes people yearn for it. You are the home of flowers, and beautiful flowers bloom heartily in your heart. High mountain, you are a brave and determined man. The XINGX in the sky is your bright eyes, and the lush trees are your cloak. You stand there day after day, the bright moon lights up your eyes, and the sun, the moon, and the stars put on a summer coat for you. You can see that there are thousands of white exercises hanging on your broad mind, she was the waterfall that fell into nine days from the Milky Way. Look at her: Yuxue’s skin, ICE CLEAR eyes, she sang and danced all the way, and she came from that day, she collected the essence of sun and moon, the spirit of heaven and earth, and came in a white coat. Suddenly, she saw you-a lofty and verdant mountain, so, She liked you and was fascinated by you, so she rushed into your arms from the high mountain top with no care. Her broken figure turned into white dots Broken Flowers, such as twinkling stars, like blurred fireworks, dribs and drabs of water are the emotional tears she left when she saw you. She fell into the deep pond and played a love song, “Ding ding ding dong” rolled out her affection for you and her love for you. The mighty high mountain gives the flowing water tenderness and romance, while the charming water gives the high mountain height and great shore. The Lovesickness mirror shows high mountains and flowing water, reflecting each other’s high mountains and flowing water. Eternal masterpiece of them become bosom friends. Blue sky with white clouds floating, long blue sky, white clouds, clear blue sky is the home of white clouds, white clouds are the flowers blooming on the Blue Sky face, the sky is high and the clouds are light, the high sky is deep and distant, he is as blue as a gem and as bright as a shining star. He stands in the sky day and day, the sun is his favorite, the moon is his sister, and XINGX is his friend, and the flowing white clouds are his lovers. The light of the Sun dyed his face red, and the light of the Moonlight put on a beautiful dress for him. In the blink of an eye, the light of charm reflected in his eyes XINGX, However, the flow of white clouds is blue sky and white clouds singing to the mountains. I have you in the singing, singing to each other and showing mutual understanding and deep love. And the white clouds, you are so beautiful and pure. When the sun rises in the east, the shining sun blushes your cheeks, and the clothes on your body also shine red, your shy face is full of love and love. You are deeply in love with the Blue Sky set off by the Sun and The Sun. When the sun is shining, the beautiful clouds, you have faded the red makeup on your face, you lie in the arms of the blue sky and hug him tightly. You are playing coquetry to him. You will become a beautiful mushroom and a naughty sheep. Then, the wind blows you away, you become a poem line, and narrate the affectionate monologue of love on the blue sky. What a happy couple of lovers! When the sun fell to the West, she painted red makeup on the white clouds. The afterglow of the sunset lit up her face. Her temples were towering and a chaplet and official robes. Her crimson face was full of happiness. At this moment, she has been dark, she will become a beautiful bride in the blue sky, The Lovesickness mirror reflects the blue sky as well as the flowing clouds, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds in love with each other, and spreading good news from ancient times. “If the two feelings are long, will they be in the morning and evening?” My beloved one, you are far away, and your clear face is a Nepenthes on my lovesickness River, your deep voice calling me makes me make the oath of never forgetting each other on three-Life Stone. I still remember: Your eyes are full of love for me, your lips are telling your deep feelings for me, and your handsome posture makes me intoxicated with the tender feelings of two lovers, your wide range of words made me obsessed with the romance of the pledge of eternal love. Once upon a time, my eyes were bright with white teeth and a clever smile. My clear eyes were like XINGX flashing at night. My dark hair was like a spring flowing on a high mountain. I smiled and attracted flowers to bloom, butterfly flying, I sing loudly, attracting birds to the Phoenix and fish to swim at the bottom of the waves. At that time, I was your angel and your Goddess. We hugged each other and ushered in the Rising Sun, we snuggled together to appreciate the afterglow of sunset, and the silhouette of each other wrote the oath of love on the ground, and the sound of singing and singing played the triumphant song of love in the sky. However, dear people, you are far away from me now. Spring looks at the mountains and flowers, No more you drive away the disturbing butterflies for me, listen to the drizzle in summer, no more you open the umbrella to cover the rain for me, pick fallen flowers in autumn, no more you dig up the grave to bury flowers for me, enjoy the ice and snow in winter, no longer have you open your warm feelings for me. I sent wild geese flying south to bring my thoughts to you. I made lovesickness red beans colorful and beautiful pictures of our love, dear people, can I still hear the call of your love when the petals are gone? Can I still receive your love message when spring returns to the Earth? Yes, I will. When the flowers bloom again and the birds sing again in the coming year, my dear man, you will come back to my side, and then we will hug each other to see the meteor shower, make a pledge to love forever. The Lovesickness mirror shows you, and also shows me. It reflects each other that you are strong in my love, and the years are flourishing. Lovesickness mirror, lovesickness mirror, lovesickness mirror shows lovesickness, lovesickness flower opens in lovesickness, mountains write poems for flowing water, blue sky eulogizes white clouds, and dear people, what will you do for me? I know that you will pick autumn red maple for me to climb the mountain, and you will step into the sea for me to salvage the shells under the sea, you will also weave a body for me that will protect me for my cape of many oreams. You will also build a paradise of love for me to place my intoxicated soul. Then, we hold hands together, go to the feast of love together. The fragrance was written on July 18, 2019. Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon… Enter June In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… The confusion of summer night I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool… Love story Lover dies, lover…

The sorrow of success

The sorrow of success When my beloved gentleman told me that good dreams are easy to wake up, I failed to understand the profound meaning of these simple four words at the beginning. Today, I really appreciate that in the virtual network space-time, it is not as simple as we thought, and it is easy to find friends, because at the beginning, it is just chatting around the world, so we don’t have to bother and rack our brains to think about whether there is some flaw in what we say! But once you are in the vast sea of people, find the congenial and prepare to put it into true feelings, you will know that what you have to pay for is so many threads and silk and romance, which makes you helpless and helpless! That’s still true, heart-to-heart, and soul-to-heart. Otherwise, you can only let a wolf in sheep’s clothing with ulterior motives, playing the card of affection, not only deceive your feelings, but also deceive the tragedy of cheating and robbing wealth over and over again. What you have encountered is not just as simple as that song’s name: “Love is always hurt mercilessly! Just as for the first time, we walked from behind the scenes to the stage, the first sentence you said: “I dare to predict that today’s families, 90%, are struggling in the desire to divorce and cannot or dare not to leave, but the reason why the divorce rate cannot go up is the responsibility!” Of course, responsibility is the primary factor. What else is the future, career, reputation and fame that make you dare not throw away or give up? In the end, you have no choice but to do nothing, spend nothing and shed tears, it is not that you endure grief and wave your hand, or that I stay away from you and avoid the dark tears of touching the scene! I once remembered: On that day, my beloved Jun connected to my phone. Jun was on the other side of the line, and the call duration was more than 30 minutes, jun actually repeated again and again-“I have thousands of words in my heart to tell you, but I can’t say it. Really, I can’t express my tangled thoughts in words!” My beloved king, I can understand the mood of the King. Isn’t this exactly: Is it difficult to open love in my heart mouth? Because I deeply understand: a person who can tell love for tens of millions of times by opening his mouth, he is just under the guise and flag of love, and it is inevitable that there will be a suspicion of cheating! True love is the meeting and acquaintance between heart and heart, the blending and compatibility of painstaking efforts flowing from each other, and is produced by the same heartbeat frequency, pure emotional resonance that can only be expressed but cannot be said! I said: I will try my best to wake up your true feelings with my sincerity! Although we meet our beloved monarch in the virtual world, we can walk out of the virtual world and get to know each other in the real world. I am glad that I am lucky how much the lucky God cares for I am! However, I don’t understand why on the night after the phone call, when we met again in the virtual, the king said, “good dreams are easy to wake up”, only then did I know that you don’t want to continue this difficult love! I deeply know: my beloved King doesn’t want to leave. Why is my beloved King so unsentimental that I really leave me far away and let me live alone in the cold world? Is all this for a so-called fulfillment, Jun would rather choose to give up-love me, love me, go wandering alone, let me die for Junsheng, let me worry about your Majesty forever? Do you remember Jun? I clearly remember you said, “If I leave, you will hurt, and you really feel sad!” I know this is from the bottom of my heart. Because I know: Although Jun is gone, the beloved Jun is walking with the body, but Jun leaves a heart to me; But when the beloved Jun is walking, you also took away my soul and my soul by the way! Who can tell me why? Why on earth! Why do you and I have to go from side to side in Frends? Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon… Enter June In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… The confusion of summer night I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool… Love story Lover dies, lover…

Heart sea bunch (3)

Heart sea bunch (3) In the vast sea of people Not Demanding I don’t expect it Just for the old moon OK A moment of romance days old Don’t want There is love in the world After all, I don’t want The only thing in this life is Qixi Annual Queqiao meeting Poetic Even this poetic love Just like light and tasteless boiled water But for me Light Poetic Life How many See, it’s a colorful marriage life. Dare not match Light poetic Although it is mixed How many Beautiful pain Beautiful pain Added again How many Light poetic But such a life Is helpless Still Ill-Fated Mood Five-flavor mixed Chen I don’t know The self of this life Did it come true? Teenagers don’t know the taste of sorrow Fall in love with the floor Fall in love with the floor Be worried about Fu Xinshi Now I know what I’m worried about Yuyu is still off Yuyu is still off It’s a cool autumn Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon… Enter June In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… The confusion of summer night I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool… Love story Lover dies, lover…

“Noise King”, are you in love?

Everyone hates noise, so do I. I hate noise since I was young. I like a quiet, quiet and quiet life. This is worthy of the slow and hot life in our small town. The biggest voice was the sound of firecrackers. At first, I didn’t like firecrackers very much. I felt disgusted and upset. Sometimes it was so loud that I couldn’t even hear the voice. But think about it, it is a custom, a culture, a year-old bamboo in the sound of firecrackers! I don’t think it’s noise. Growing up a little bit, during the summer vacation of grade three, the building was decorated every day upstairs and downstairs, and the 2-hour nap at noon became especially precious. I could read books, listen to music and watch the hearty football match. Waiting for the collision of the machine and the anxious walking sound, the friction sound of the floor stimulated my ears through the medium. Finally, when the decoration was finished, I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable and felt that people bullied you all day and suddenly did not bully you. The state stipulates that construction is not allowed during the senior high school entrance examination. Some students suddenly feel a little uncomfortable. Call the contractor. You ‘d better Ring. I forgot what I carried. In high school, rain in June, ruthless you. In June, there was a wind of parting. June, the day of the doll, the face of the child. Sometimes it rains every day, the rain is roaring, the Thunder is roaring, and the noise of nature. At this time, I always like to lie on the bed and listen to the “The Gift of Life” quietly “. Sometimes, nature does not know why it is generous to thunder, sneeze, and tears. My ears immediately increased in decibel, and the noise was endless. But there was nothing to do, so I could only learn from the ancients and ask him how he could. His heart was far away and his heart was calm. The sound of the sound was coming in the left ear and coming out in the right ear. Gradually, I found that noise is also a necessity of life, and my view of noise has also changed. In my senior year, I rented a house, alone. Quiet is accompanied all day long, but the noise disappears without a trace. I feel a little lonely, and life seems to have lost some colorful things. Suddenly one day, a noise that I didn’t know came out of the cocoon. Like Sun Wukong, I didn’t know where it was. I was looking for it. I almost searched the stairs upstairs and downstairs, I found that it was just the sound of noodle maker downstairs. The sound of KAKA was interwoven with the natural aroma of flour, which was also a kind of beauty. It turns out that the noise has become lovely. I thought that I would leave the library temporarily when I went to study. I didn’t expect that the library was also being decorated. The noise of decoration made countless postgraduate entrance examination students compete for waist folding, and countless people who wanted to learn were discouraged. I still listen and calm down. Everyone is drunk and I wake up alone. I don’t know where an idea came from. I can’t hide it, so let nature take its course! I suddenly fell in love with the noise Lord. Why don’t we have a relationship! Whenever the noise rings, I no longer cover my ears, no longer stay away, but close to it and appreciate it. Listen to me when I am tired, but I am not sleepy. Enjoy this sweet encounter between us! Zan (prose editor: Ke Er) Phoenix mountain spring outing After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon… Enter June In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… The confusion of summer night I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool… Love story Lover dies, lover…

I can resist the temptation and loneliness for you, but please love me!

Yesterday, I read an article saying that the root cause of cheating for middle-aged women can be summarized in four words as “seeking warmth”. Nowadays, there are too many social temptations and many ways. Some couples begin to find their shortcomings because they have lived together for a long time. Even the advantages of being together have become shortcomings after marriage, that is, they are tired of two physiognomy. Over time, the home has become no warmth and no temperature. Recently, I have been reading posts about divorce. Maybe it is the reason why I am in a bad mood recently. I always want to find a reason for myself or the other party. To persuade yourself of this bad mentality. As a result, I dreamed that I was divorced at night. We are surrounded by different people. We have no reason to interfere with each other. But I couldn’t help pulling her away when I saw the woman beside him. And he didn’t respond. I expect him to give me an explanation or bow to me, but I know in my heart that he won’t. How could a man so proud of him bow to me? We have been married for 7 years, and we have been together for several months. I am a relatively mild person, but he is not very good-tempered and often says me. Although I feel uncomfortable, I just endure not to quarrel like this. Maybe people are like this. Push your luck. It slowly formed that he had always been high and I became a servile living condition. I must listen to what he said. If I don’t listen to him, he will be angry, and he never listens to what I said. Right or wrong. And I found that his Taido was only aimed at me. He would not speak to his colleagues or friends in this tone. I feel that I am nothing in his eyes. I don’t know why I fell to this point, and I don’t even understand why I am all shortcomings in his eyes. Maybe because I am not good at cooking, he doesn’t like it when I cook, and he will lose his temper if it is not delicious. Eating the food he cooked is like owed to him. Every time he cooks, I wash the dishes. I think it is fair. I have my own job, and money doesn’t need to be attached to him. It’s not that you don’t want to rely on it, but that you don’t want to rely on it. I have spent no more than 5,000 yuan in all these years of marriage. At first, I asked him for money and he didn’t give it. Then he didn’t want it. I also have my self-esteem and pride, don’t I? It feels like begging to ask others for money. It’s okay if they don’t give it, isn’t it shameful? Even when he was pregnant and gave birth, he didn’t give me much money. I used the money I got married before. Later, when my child was older, I went out to work by myself. Not to mention anything else, just say that my personality is also recognized by colleagues in the company. Good personality and careful work. But when I got to my husband, I became a fool. Idiot. I admit that I am not as scheming as he is. My flattery is that good people have good rewards. I don’t want to play tricks with others. It is even more unnecessary to be with your husband. And I am also a person who can’t hide words. I want to share it with others regardless of my mood. That person is naturally his husband. But later I found that I was wrong. Because most of the time he will take what I told him before as an argument and prove that I am stupid and stupid. I wanted to seek some comfort from him, but I didn’t expect him to be used as a weapon to attack me. And he seldom told me about things. Only then did I realize that I didn’t know him. Some people say that a person’s money is where his heart is. He is a person who values money very much. His money will not be given to me, even he will not tell me how much money he has. I asked him for a salary card. He gave me an empty card and didn’t tell me the password. Married him for 7 years. Gave birth to a son of 6 years old. In the end, I didn’t even change a word of truth. It’s really chilling. That time I said to him with tears and grievance, he just said a faint sentence and felt very wronged, didn’t he? I said yes. Just, nothing. I still remember that before I got married, I frowned and he would help me heal with pain, but now I cried. In exchange for only a faint sentence. How cold is his heart to do so calmly? I said you didn’t tell me I was insecure. He said he told me that he was insecure. So he chose to let me continue to have no sense of safety and continue to be wronged. From that moment I made up my mind that I would never cry in front of him again. Why should people be regarded as jokes? I still remember what he said. How do you like it? Yes, what can I do? What else can I do besides leaving? I said divorce and he said I threatened him. But why didn’t he think about why I threatened him? Didn’t he force it? Seeing that many people are very obedient to their husbands, in fact, the premise of obedience is that he loves and cares about you. What can you do if this love and care are gone? What else can I do? I hope I am with you because I love you and because you love me. The reason why I can stop the temptation is that you have a heavy position in my heart. I hope you also value me. Marriage belongs to two people. He may not understand how a woman feels insecure in marriage. I can only say that I won’t say anything to you like before, and I dare not try to communicate with you again. Because it is uncertain whether the heart handed in will be protected or hurt. Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon… Enter June In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… The confusion of summer night I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool… Love story Lover dies, lover…

Little Peach Blossom is love

Little Peach Blossom is love Deng Xinghan 1 In March of Yangchun, peach blossoms bloom. A peach tree next to each other holds pink flower clumps on its branches, just like Rouge clouds falling from the sky. Who is drunk with flowers blooming? Who hurt the flowers? On the spring day of March this year, a delicate peach blossom knocked open the window of my closed past. The phone on the desk suddenly rang. There was a strange phone number on the screen. I was afraid of another harassing phone call, so I hesitated and pressed the listening key. Unexpectedly, what came from the headphones was a very familiar sound like a silver bell that I hadn’t heard for many years. I immediately said excitedly, “Ah — sister M! Have you come to H city? Where are you now? OK! OK! OK! I’ll see you tomorrow……” Sister M said on the phone that her little daughter was a singer and dancer in biwan resort center in H city. She came to H city to visit her daughter the day before yesterday. Put down the phone, my excited heart can’t calm for a long time. I haven’t seen each other for many years! I just came to H city to work for less than three months. How did sister M know I was here? Where did she know my phone number? It seems that although we are different from each other and have not contacted for decades, sister M has been watching me all the time. It has been many years since I saw it, and now I have gathered for thousands of miles. How should I express my feelings? I frowned and fell into deep thinking. 2 In the early spring, when I was in primary school for four years and two semesters, my father transferred me from Xinglong Primary School to shuihuoping primary school. The story of sister M and I started from here. The school put me into the fourth grade class where sister M is located, and the head teacher is Yu Changmin. Since I was enlightened at the age of four in I am, in the same class, my age is smaller than that of ordinary schoolmates. Therefore, I always sit in the first row in the classroom. Female students are generally shorter than male students, and most of the first two rows in the class are female students. Teacher Yu arranged me to sit at a table with Sister M. Since then, she has become my “deskmate you”. I also became the point of “green” in “all flowers”. Sister M’s home is in the small street near the school, and she can go home during class. At that time, the students had a very clear line between men and women. When the male and female students were sitting at the same table, they all carved a “38 lines” on the table, and both sides were not allowed to cross the Lei Chi. I am small and timid. I was born afraid of being ugly and shy. I never fight for the “38th line”. I am young, but my grades are very good, especially my composition is well written. My teacher often reads my composition in the class. In the composition class, after the teacher wrote the questions on the blackboard, he only made a simple inspiration for the students to write by themselves. Every time I write a pen after thinking slightly, but sister M bit the pen with her mouth and could not write the pen. She looked at how I am was written with an oblique eye, so I deliberately let go of my hand to make it easier for her to see. She is also very smart. Look at what I wrote. She changed the sentence herself and changed the position to become her own article. I don’t know if she knows how to care about people or she will “know the kindness”. On a rainy morning, I slipped accidentally when I went to school. One foot stepped on the paddy field and the socks were all wet, my trouser legs were wet. When I got to school, I was already shivering with cold. After seeing this, sister M went home to carry a fire box and took the cotton shoes and socks she had worn. She asked me to change the socks and shoes, and put the socks I took off on the fire box to dry. When the teacher saw that I had good grades, he made me the leader of the Learning University and was responsible for sending and receiving homework from my classmates. When I send my homework, I will read my classmate’s name loudly. At first, when I read her name, she just said, “I don’t know, do I? Also read the name, just put it here for me.” From that time when I helped me bring up the fire box and ankle sock, when I read her name again, she said to me seriously, “you are not allowed to call my name in the future, you have to call me sister.” Therefore, I called her sister from this time on. She is indeed older than me, but I don’t know how old I am until now. Sister M and I sat at the same table. Many older male classmates who didn’t like studying laughed at me and secretly said that I had found a “big wife”. I was timid and shy. I just arrived at a new school and felt very lonely. As soon as my classmates made fun of me, I felt more ashamed. I often lay on the table, holding my hands and burying my head in the middle of my arms. Later, I really couldn’t stand it, so I went to the head teacher Yu to “complain”. However, the more teachers criticize those naughty classmates, the more they tease me. It made me feel depressed all day, thinking about turning back to Xinglong Primary School. At that time, sister M’s face was white and tender, round, with eyebrows as willow leaf, big and bright eyes, black and thick hair, and it was tied into two thick braids with shoulder-length, not slim, but it is well-proportioned and beautiful. Teachers and classmates think she is the most beautiful girl in the class. Sister M grew up in the street from an early age, and she was quite brave. Once, when we were in labor class, we were cleaning the fallen leaves and paper on the playground. When she heard that her classmates were making fun of me again, she rushed to those naughty classmates and scolded loudly: “Your sister is his wife! Your mother is his wife!” Then she grabbed a broom on the ground and raised it high and said, “I will clean your mouth if anyone wants to be despicable in the future”. Since then, no one has made fun of me. There are several newly planted peach trees near the playground, whose trunks are not high, but their branches and leaves are luxuriant, just full of pink peach blossoms. On that day, sister M just wore a hand-woven red sweater and embroidered a peach blossom with white wool on her chest. Sister M raised her broom and angrily scolded her classmates and the peach trees beside the playground just formed a beautiful landscape photo, which was deeply printed into my mind. After I returned to the classroom, I wrote a poem on the back page of composition noteboy: Old peach blossom, less peach blossom Get married as soon as spring comes All wear red clothes hot Burn white clouds into red clouds Under the peach tree, a girl Raise the broom to scare the ghost Who is beautiful with peach blossom I said she was the most beautiful Who knows that sister M has quietly returned to her seat. She stood aside and watched me write. As soon as I finished writing, she grabbed it and said, “You are also a little bad guy, what kind of crooked poem are you writing!” Then, she looked at me strangely and continued, “I’ll give it to the teacher!” I was really scared by her. My face turned red with shame. I only knew that I dug my fingernail with my head down. Sister M really gave that piece of paper to teacher Yu. I really regret that I shouldn’t have written that stupid thing. Now it’s OK. Wait for the teacher’s criticism honestly. After school, my heart is still uneasy. However, the next day when teacher Yu came to Chinese class, he not only didn’t criticize me, but praised me for writing well and read the poems in front of the whole class. But teacher Yu changed the sentence “raising the broom to scare the Ghost” to “picking up the crayon to paint”. Later, teacher Yu also sent my poem to the small stream magazine in Hunan province for publication. On the day when the magazine sent the manuscript fee, sister M reached in front of me and said, “How much do you give me? Say it yourself.” I felt puzzled and looked at her with wide eyes. She said, “If I hadn’t given your poem to teacher Yu, would you have today? I did it on purpose!” I suddenly understood. I was moved in my heart, but I didn’t know how to say it. My mouth kept “hehe. 3 Thinking of this, I looked up at the windowsill. At this time, there happened to be a gust of wind blowing a peach blossom onto the glass of the window. The tender velvet, red and bright, was exactly the same as the Peach Blossom woven on the red sweater worn by Sister M. Inspired by this, I immediately made a decision in my heart. I went to the branch of PlAGET in H city and asked them to help make a brooch shaped like a peach blossom from a metal called Gold. The next afternoon, I took a small and exquisite jewelry box and a bottle of xowine to the Bay resort center and met Sister M. I asked her to find a quiet place to sit in a cafe and ordered two Starbucks coffee. Sister M said, “I haven’t drunk it before. I heard that I can’t sleep after drinking coffee.” I said, “No, I can’t sleep without drinking.” She tried to take a sip and said, “it smells good. But it’s a little bitter.” I added some white sugar to her. She drank gracefully a small spoon and a small spoon, and paused for a while between each small spoon to taste the aftertaste carefully. I couldn’t help asking her, “you said you haven’t drunk coffee. You see, your posture is more elegant than that of Westerners.” She played a haha and replied in a loud voice, “I learned it from TV series and pretended to be Sven in front of you.” Then, she looked at the Environment setting in the cafe for a while and the sea view outside the floor-to-ceiling window for a while. This is a building near the mountain and the sea. The coffee house is located on the third floor and has the best view from the sea. Sitting here, you can see the wide sea from any angle. The blue sea is full of waves, and some tourists are surfing in petitbateau. The waves ran towards the shore, breaking into piles of white flowers. There is a large beach on the shore, and the sun shines on the beach, reflecting the golden soft light. There were tall palm trees on the shore, and the gentle sea breeze blew the leaves slightly. I looked at sister M’s face and felt that she had changed a lot compared with her youth. The hard years in the countryside left indelible marks on her face. Her forehead was wrinkled, her face looked a little old, and her figure had changed. But it is still mature and dignified. Looking at it, a hint of sadness flashed across my mind. Sister M took a sip of coffee and said to me with a smile, “you are still like a doll and don’t look old at all.” I said, “you haven’t changed much either.” She pretended to be angry and said, “Haven’t you changed? That means you don’t remember me at all.” After a pause, she added, “for decades, it is impossible to remain unchanged. However, my heart is very wide, and I always treat life happily.” Then, our topic turned to their own lives and the situation of their classmates. The content was not separated from oil, salt, firewood, rice and children. She told me that her first child after marriage was a daughter, but her man must have a boy, so she quit her job as a car driver in the county nitrogen fertilizer factory, go home and buy a car for transportation professionals. She also became a member of the super guerrilla group. As soon as she was pregnant, she left her hometown to rent a house and hide at the junction of the cities where Huaihua, Shaoyang and other relatives were located. The man’s Economic Income for transportation is OK, but her stomach is not competitive, and her second child is a daughter. After two years, I was pregnant again. Six months later, I went to the hospital to find a relationship and had a B- ultrasound examination. The doctor said it was a boy, and the family was extremely happy. As a result, I was born a girl again. Three days later, her man insisted on giving the child away. Two years later, she was pregnant with her fourth child, and her man said to have a B- ultrasound examination again. As a result, she got angry and said, “what else to check? Is the inspection accurate? This is the last time for a man or a woman, either giving birth or having an abortion.” As a result, her man had to gamble and decided to give birth to the child. It’s really a boy who lived up to Huangtian. The boy has graduated from college for two years now. Both of her girls have inherited her genes. They are both beautiful and capable of singing and dancing. They have read the kindergarten class of Wugang Normal School at their own expense, after graduation, they all came to this bay resort center to be singing and dancing actors. However, the eldest daughter died in the delivery room due to postpartum hemorrhage when she gave birth six years ago, leaving a grandson to be raised by her. Now, she managed to raise this grandson to primary school. The second daughter also gave birth to a child recently, so she came to have a look specially. It turned out that sister M had gone through such a road of life. She said it easily, but I heard it in my heart. There was a look of surprise and sympathy on my face. However, sister M seems to be talking about other people’s affairs, and there is no sad expression at all. On the other hand, she said in a comforting tone: “In fact, it is very common to have experienced a lot.” Then, she turned the topic and went on to say, “This is the first time I have seen the sea. I have only seen it in books or TV before. I like the sea, its breadth when it is calm, and its magnificence when it waves. Thank you for bringing me to such a wonderful place.” …… It’s getting late. I’m going back to school, so I gave her the present. She didn’t refuse either. She picked it up and looked at it. She smiled thoughtfully and said, “you are still so poetic!” Then carefully put the gift into the bag. She raised her chin and said to me, “Okay. You go back, I’ll send you.” She sent me out of the restaurant and came to a peach forest on the side of the road. She stopped and said, “I won’t send you. Go back. Remember to see my sister when you go home later.” After that, she leaned her body on a peach tree, climbed down a peach blossom casually, put the flower on the tip of her nose and smelled it again. I looked at her silently and said affectionately, “then I will go back, sister. You should pay more attention to your body in the future.” I walked a few steps and looked back to see her. He still didn’t move according to the peach tree, watching me. The sun just emerged from the clouds, and the light shone on the fiery peach blossom, making people feel a little miserable. I waved to her, so I stopped looking back and walked straight forward alone. At this time, in front of my eyes, a peach blossom has been appearing in illusion. However, peach blossom is shown not by the sun, but by a round moon. 4 One day in March 1977 AD, I received a note from Qingqing, an underground traffic officer of sister M and me. There is a line of familiar pen writing on it: Meet Me at the old place tonight. This old place is the peach forest at the head of the new junior school of the brigade. At that time, peach blossoms were blooming vigorously. When I went there according to the time I had met before, sister M had already arrived. She sat on a stone under the peach tree waiting for me. But I used to wait for her first. I approached and sat down beside her and said softly, “you are early.” She listened to me but said nothing. One hand was on the knee, and the other hand was pinching the weeds in front of him. She pinched one by one, cut one and threw the broken head to the ground. She dumped and pinched, pinched and dumped, as if there was no me at all. I felt very puzzled and had a premonition of what had happened. But I still said with laughter, “Why are you unhappy? Is it because I’m late?” She didn’t speak. After a while, I said, “What’s wrong! Is it physical discomfort? What injustice did you suffer?” She still didn’t speak. After a while, I said again, “Is everything okay in your family? You see, you have never been like this. What happened today? If you don’t talk, what do you want me to do?” I looked a little impatient and stood up from her. However, after a while, I sat on a stone opposite her. She still didn’t speak, just pinched the grass hard. The grass around her was pinched, and she touched a small stone and drew it on the ground randomly. I looked up at the sky helplessly. A full moon was slowly rising, with some thin clouds drifting gently under the moon. The bright moonlight reflected our figure, which just overlapped our heads. The air was filled with the fragrance of peach blossoms. I could see her face clearly. There were fluffy bang on her broad forehead and her eyes were no God. She looked at the ground all the time. Her face was pale and she looked doldrums. Her upper and lower lips were tightly sipped together. This kind of face shows that she has unspeakable pain in her heart. Silence, silence, as if the air was about to freeze. Suddenly, he threw the small stone on his hand into the distance and said to me coldly, “ding shi has come back to visit relatives, do you know?” Ding shi is our classmate, but he is much older than us. At the end of grade three, he was drafted into the army. I heard that he drove a car in air force ground service troops. Ah!” I was a little surprised at first, and then said calmly, “he should be eight years old and can come back to visit relatives.” Sister M stopped talking and restored the unbearable silence between us. After a long time, sister M seemed to have made great efforts and said loudly, “we will get married in three days!” Ah! What did you say?!” As if my head was hit by a bolt from the blue, as if I suddenly fell into a bottomless abyss. I was at a loss and dizzy. Seeing my astonishment, sister M calmed down instead. She stood up, leaning against a peach tree on her back, and said to me gently in a voice, “Life in the countryside is so difficult now. If both of them are farmers, apart from working hard to earn a few jobs, there is no economic source. How much is the work score worth? After a year’s settlement, in addition to the ration money, even the money to buy a piece of clothes is not enough. If there is a child in the future, he will be sent to school. Where does the money to support his family come from? Now the country says that it will not recruit for five years, and a commune will be assigned to one or two university-level indicators every year, but it depends on recommendation! We all have no background. It doesn’t matter. Who will recommend us? You have knowledge and ability, but you can’t even be a private teacher.” She looked angry and desperate. After a little control of her mood, she continued: “Anyway, I am don’t want to live the life of these two people who are farmers. The reality is that none of us has the chance to change our fate. Ding Shi is a motorist. He can arrange work as a car driver when he changes his career back. Have you ever heard of it? Today’s drivers are one of the best jobs. ‘White warrior Red flag floating, four wheels and two knifes’ Ah!” I felt a huge stone slowly pressing towards my heart, and my breathing became more and more tense. I said angrily, “Why have you suddenly become so vulgar?” She still said to me calmly, “I am not vulgar, I am mature. It is the reality that forced me to think like this. This is a life-long thing! You need to calm down.” Yes! Why have I ever thought of this? I have always lived in my ideal kingdom. I think sister M is cloud, Sun, Moon, XINGX, flowers, soft wind and clear water. She has all this when I have it. As long as I am with her, I will feel happy and happy. What is the hardship of Labor? What is poverty in life? I can’t live without sister M! I also stood up excitedly and said, “Don’t despair, don’t look at me to death, I don’t believe I have no future. I am only 20 years old this year, and the limit age for recruitment to the country is still five years. Five years later, the society will change, the country will change, and the world will change! Everything will change. Believe me, take a long-term view!” After that, I rushed up desperately and hugged her tightly. Sister M also put her arms around me tightly and said in a trembling voice, “I can’t see the future, I can’t see it! In another five years, I will be an old woman in another five years! You can wait, I can’t wait!” I felt a string of tears falling on my cheek and slowly flowing into my heart. Suddenly, sister M loosened her hand and pushed me out so far. She said seriously and almost angrily, “Go away! Why are you doing this? What is our relationship? What do we have to do with it? Three days later, I was Ding Shi’s bride!” After she finished speaking, she resolutely walked on her way home, and the two black and thick braids swung alternately on her back. The Moonlight pulled her shadow longer and longer. The moon in the sky is full, and people on the Earth are scattered. The ruthless moon shines on the Earth indifferent, shining on this broad Peach Blossom. It was originally pink peach blossom in this dark night, but under this white moonlight, it seemed extremely miserable. Sister M walked back like a hammer and hit my heart. My heart is aching. I just think the sky is falling…… What is our relationship? What do we have to do with it? Yes! We can be called childhood, but we have never said the most difficult word to say to each other! However, don’t we really have that kind of relationship? I don’t know, it’s still a mess! 5 That night, I sat on the stone in the peach forest, looking at the direction of sister M’s departure, sitting in the morning in a daze. Sister M and I have been in the same class since the fourth grade of primary school and graduated from high school. At that time, the school set up the “mao zedong thought literature and art propaganda team.” once they meet the major festivals and political centers such as “july 1,” “11,” and “new year’s day”, they must write scripts, rehearse some programs to perform in each brigade. Therefore, in addition to classes at school during the day, I basically rehearse programs at school at night. Sister M and I really get along with each other day and night. Although we didn’t sit at the same table later, the seats were always next to each other. I was in the first row and she was in the second row behind me. In our study, we always discuss and promote each other. In our after-school life, we always tell anecdotes, interesting life events and heard folk stories together. We work together and play games together. She listened to me in study, and I listened to her in extracurricular activities. Every time she finished her math and physics homework, she deliberately took my exercise book and pretended to be serious and said, “Come on, let me check if you have done it right.” In fact, she wants to answer a pair of answers with me. If she occasionally finds that I have a wrong result, she will say, “Look, is it wrong? Pride makes people fall behind. You should learn more from me in the future!” If she did something wrong or couldn’t do it, she said, “Chairman Mao taught us, ‘all the people in the revolutionary team should care for each other, love each other and help each other. ‘Just explain it to me clearly.” At that time, we all liked reading novels, such as “song of youth”, “the ancient city of fighting in the spring breeze and wildfire”, “the youth of fighting”, “red rock”, “lin hai xueyuan”, “bitter cabbage flower”, we have read dozens of novels such as winter jasmine, Chaoyang Flower, red flag spectrum, Tongbai Mountain, how Steel Was Tempered, etc. We not only read outside class, but also secretly read books in the drawer in class. Sometimes, when sister M reads fragments with love descriptions, she makes a mark in the book and passes it to me from under the desk when the teacher turns around. There is also a note in the book, on which a line is written: “What kind of broken book are you? Take a look at it yourself.” However, within a few minutes, she kicked my heel with her feet and said eagerly, “Are you fascinated? I haven’t finished reading it yet, give it to me quickly.” In addition to learning, we also need to do labor. I often go to the great ridge to open land and run a farm, carry soil on the water conservancy site of the commune to build dams, and go to the chestnut garden more than 40 miles away to pick coal and come back to burn red bricks to build schools…… Wait, wait, wait. Labor is happy, labor is also hard. Every time we go to chestnut garden to pick coal, we start from home to school at about three o’clock in the morning. When we arrive at chestnut garden, it is only eight o’clock in the morning. Then, we quickly installed the coal and passed the scale, and walked back without stopping. When I came back, it was full of uphill roads, especially in the last ten miles, people were tired and hungry, but they still had to climb the high and steep yin mountain to go back to school. One day, sister M and I were waiting for several female classmates. When we picked them at the foot of yin mountain, it was already the sun in the west. People were exhausted. They were so hungry that they growled and their legs were weak, every ten steps up, you have to put down and rest for a while before you go. We just take a break after a few steps, take a break and move a few more steps, moving forward as hard as Ant moving. Finally, when it was halfway up the mountain, everyone felt that they had no strength any more, so they put down the burden and sat on the ground, saying something complaining with a sigh. Suddenly, I don’t know who said pessimistic, “this is really better than life! If we want to stop suffering this kind of crime, there is only one death!” Unexpectedly, this sentence got everyone’s response, and sister M was no exception. At this time, someone pointed to the telephone pole on the roadside and said, “If you want to die fast, we will be electrocuted.” Everyone said, “Good!” At this time, sister M said, “I will take the lead!” Then she really walked to the front of the telegraph pole. My strength is small, and I feel more tired than them. The bones of my whole body are broken by the burden, which makes me feel painful. I thought that I would die if sister M died. What else could I give up? I followed. Just as she was approaching the telegraph pole, sister M suddenly turned around and shouted loudly, “Ah! What a big snake, let’s go!” She quickly took the burden and rushed to the mountain. When everyone heard that there was a big snake, his heart was so scared that his heart was high, so they rushed with the burden. In this way, everyone rushed to the top of the mountain in one breath. After returning to school, I asked sister M curiously, “Sister, did you really get an electric shock?” She stretched out her hand and twisted it on my face. She said fiercely, “it’s easy for you to die. Do you want your parents to raise you for free?” I asked doubtfully, “then did you really see a big snake?” She made a face and said, “I don’t say there are snakes. Do you have such great strength to pick up the mountain?” I suddenly realized, “Oh.” I stopped talking. In the school’s literature and art propaganda team, I mainly write scripts for sections such as “dialogue,” “three and half,” “fast blackboard writing,” “performance singing”, etc. closely combined with the political situation; Write steel plates, print scripts of large-scale programs; Participate in performances of small chorus, performance singing, dance and other programs; Play small roles such as “dog legs” in large-scale programs, when not on the stage, do such things as hiding behind the curtain and passing words for actors on the stage. On the new year’s day in 1972, the dengjiapu district organized the literary and artistic propaganda teams of the five communes to perform the performance competition. The venue of the performance is in the Great Hall of dengjiapu district, where each commune takes a participating program. As we all know, the art propaganda team of deng jiapu commune is the highest level. We also know that there is xiao chuntao there. She is a very beautiful young woman who performs best, wugang county literary Corps often borrowed her. Teacher Wang Youping of our school is our team leader. He has used a lot of brains to win surprisingly. First of all, in the selection of programs, he avoided the fourth “zhidou” in the peking opera shajiabang, which was familiar to everyone but difficult to surpass, but chose the second “transfer” instead. Sister M is the “Xiao Chuntao” of our commune. She has a good voice, beautiful people and what she acts like. Of course, she plays grandma Sha in the play. However, who will play the role of Guo Jianguang? Teacher Wang can’t decide for a while. In the past, there was a classmate named deng zhong who often acted as the main positive character in the play because of his tall appearance. However, sister M thought that his appearance was not ideal, and his back was a little slightly camel, which made him look mentally inactive. Sister M offered to let me play. She told teacher Wang that I was young, and my voice also had a milk cavity, which sounded very special. In particular, I look good and have big eyebrows. Although I don’t look tall, my image is powerful and vigorous. Using a young person as the leading role is also a surprisingly successful strategy. She said that teacher Wang moved her heart, but as a result, I tried on the stage with makeup. My dress and action were very good, But once I tried my singing skills, I found that I was not allowed to sing in some places and was easy to run. This made teacher Wang hesitate again. Sister M told teacher Wang that she was responsible for teaching me to sing, and she promised that I could sing correctly. In this way, teacher Wang promised me to play Guo Jianguang. Sister M really made up her mind. After rehearsing every day, she stayed with me and taught me to sing meticulously: Sunrise on Yangcheng Lake Luhua blossom, rice and rice fragrance, bank Willow All with the hands of working people Jinxiu Jiangnan Yumi Township is drawn …… Under the guidance and supervision of sister M, I finally grasped the singing performance. Later, our program really compared “Zhidou” of Deng’s commune, and we won the first place. We graduated from high school ten days after we came back from the performance of Deng’s shop. On the day of the graduation ceremony, the students were both excited and sad. It was a sunny day, the sun was warm, shining on the ground with some morning frost, and a thin layer of water was blowing. The sky is bright but not high. The mountains and fields in the distance are gray. The poplar lights in front and back of the school classroom stand mashed potato, and the forest canopy stung high into the sky. Everything looks bleak and helpless. The bell of the Graduate Conference rang, and the students walked towards the conference in twos and threes. Sister M deliberately delayed out of the classroom. When she saw that I was ready to get up and leave, she grabbed me and said, “Wait for me.” When all the students left, she took out two butterflies woven with rubber ribbons that tied her hair from her pocket and shook in front of me. One was red, the other was yellow, and the image was vivid. She asked me, “is it beautiful?” I said, “beautiful. Did you knit it?” “Of course. I specially made it last night.” Give it to me.” “Do you want it?” “Want.” “Then you can collect it well. One day in the future, I may check whether you still have it!” When Sister M finished, she handed me the yellow butterfly. After I took it, I stretched out my hand and asked her for another one. Said, “Give me that too.” She stared at me intentionally and said, “How is it possible? Don’t you know that Jia Baoyu has a “Tongling Baoyu” and Xue Baochai also has a “golden lock necklace ‘?” After that, she walked towards the venue quickly without returning her head. Ah!” I suddenly felt a torrent rising from my heart and the blood suddenly boiled. I quickly put the butterfly into the pocket inside the cotton-padded coat and hid it, and followed sister M to the venue. 6 After graduating from high school, sister M and I both became young intellectuals back home. At that time, I was only fifteen years old. Sister M and I have fewer chances to meet each other, but we can still meet each other every month or several days. Because, we are still in the “mao zedong thought literature and art propaganda team”; The cadres who hold culture and education in the commune should transfer me to wall newspaper during the festival, and important political activities should transfer me to write slogans; sometimes the production team sent me to buy pesticides and chemical fertilizers and so on. I went to the shuihuping street to meet her at her home by the way. Even if I can’t see it for a long time, sister M will send our “underground traffic officer” qingqing to send a letter and ask me to meet in that peach forest. On March 1974 AD, yi jifeng, a female chemistry teacher in shuifengping middle school, took three months of maternity leave. She suggested to the headmaster that she ask me to substitute for her, and the headmaster agreed, I became a temporary substitute teacher. In that era when it was difficult to get the opportunity to participate in national work, it was also a kind of honor to be a substitute teacher for several months. After sister M knew the news, she was very happy. She came to my room to accompany me almost every night after packing and stopping. I sat at the kerosene lamp in front of the desk to prepare lessons and correct my homework. She sat on the edge of the bed leaning against one end or sole making of the desk or knitting a sweater. The dim kerosene light, shining on her fluffy hair and her beautiful face, reflected her silhouette on the paper window, which made me feel a hazy beauty. She was afraid of disturbing my work and kept silent. Her hand with needle and thread was drawing a soft and elegant arc in the air. The house was very quiet, only the sound of her pulling the shoe rope made a rhythmic “wordy” sound. Sometimes she stopped, looked at me affectionately with her big and bright eyes, and continued to do her work after a while. Sometimes I was afraid of her loneliness, so I talked to her while working and asked her what farm work she did today? What did you eat for dinner? Tired? She always said, you should work hard first. When I finished the work, she went to pour two glasses of water, handed me a cup, and took one herself, saying, “Dear teacher Deng, you have worked hard! Please have a cup of butter tea.” Then he leaned on the back of my chair, leaned forward, face pasters my ear, and sang softly: “Dear butter tea, then present hada. Sing a song in your heart to your relatives (Deng) Jin Zhuma.” She deliberately changed the lyrics. He originally wanted to sing it as “dedicated to his relatives, teacher Deng, but as soon as she sang the word” Deng “, she immediately changed it to” Golden Juma.” After singing, she looked at my right face with her head tilted and asked me jokingly, “teacher Deng, how many male classmates did you criticize today?” I said, “I can listen carefully to the students in class. No one violates the class discipline at all.” She leaned her head to my left face again and continued to smile and say, “Ha ha! Then you are so excellent, how many female students have written to you?” I said, “What are you talking about! I am their teacher. How dare students write letters to teachers!” She ran behind me again, pressed her hands on my shoulder, pretending to disdain and said, “You see how old you are? Isn’t it just one or two years older than them? I mean to call myself a teacher!” Then he made a face at me and said, “How about it? Angry?” She just walked around me like a live lark. Then, she sat on the edge of the bed again, put her hands on the desk, looked up at me, and said in a soft tone, “you are really good. You can teach high school after graduating from high school. I didn’t understand these things when I was reading, but now I forget them all. Come on, teach me again.” Time flies quickly when you are in a good mood. The teacher on duty rang the bell of late break. Sister M stood up, smiled and said, “it’s getting late, little brother, send your elder sister back to the house to have a rest.” I took her out of school and stood on the hillside watching her enter the opposite street before walking back. One night, I didn’t have much to do. I finished the work early and waited for Sister M. When Sister M came, she saw me reading a book “literature and art of workers and peasants” and said with a smile, “Ha ha! When did teacher Deng learn to be lazy and stop working so early?” I said, “Don’t slander! I am the most serious about my work!” At that time, I am really put all the energy into work. Because, I know this is an opportunity. I must do my best to make a good impression on the school and strive to be employed by the commune as a private teacher next semester. Sister M saw me reading a poem. She said, “usually everyone says that your poems are well written. I will test you tonight. I will give you a question casually. You can make a poem for me on the spot.” I said, “If I make it, what reward will you give?” She thought for a while and said, “I’ll sing you a song.” I said happily, “OK, please give a question!” She pointed to the moon in front of the window and said, “you can write a poem with the moon.” I looked at the window. The poplar in front of the window was just holding a full moon, and the Moonlight covered my windowsill. I looked at the moon and coughed twice as a buffer of time. Then read one sentence after another: Millennium Moon Hanging on the tree tonight The past is over The round Moonlight passives the light of youth. But you are still not old Shixian toasted for you Dispelling your melancholy Perillaseeds toast for you I sang out eternal masterpiece for you I raise a glass next to the window. Eager for Chang ‘e to give me a cup of qiongye The night wind shook the leaves Whispering the fragrance of time The river is calm without waves. Care for Moonlight and don’t break it into sadness The light Clouds Chasing the Moon in the sky Please take the dream of flowering far away After the poem was finished, I paused and said to sister M, “How is the poem? Now it’s your turn to award!” Sister M, like drinking honey, involuntarily turned the mouth a few times and said with endless aftertaste, “it’s really good! Now I award.” After that, she let go of her voice and sang: Moon High hanging in the sky Autumn Wind bursts of lake water Honghu, my hometown Honghu, my mother Since Han Ying was born I have been by your side since I was a child. …… Sister M sang a famous passage in the opera Honghu Red Guards. She once successfully played Han Ying in this play. Tonight, she sang emotionally again. Her voice is sweet and broad, singing like a cry, solemn and sonorous, beautiful and touching, as drunk as a dream. Listen, listen, I couldn’t help walking towards sister M, reaching her beautiful and plump waist. Sister M also took advantage of the situation to stretch out her hands and hug me into her arms. Therefore, for the first time, two young and sincere hearts closely overlap. 7 In the autumn of this year, two private teachers were employed in shuikeping commune Middle School, and a private teacher was also employed in the primary school of our brigade, but they were all children or relatives of some Brigade secretaries. However, the people unanimously recommended me to stand aside again, and I am still an Earth repairman. I was very angry in my heart, and sister M was very disappointed, and the masses all held injustice for me. But everything is useless, and the society is still operating according to its trajectory. Although sister M comforted me many times not to be angry, she had to endure and wait for the opportunity slowly. However, because I was young and naive, without discussing with sister M, I worked hard late at night and wrote a long article with half disclosure and half sarcasm in the form of a newspaper, the title is “autumn wind telling”, signed as “Chinese youth”. The article was written in writing brush semi-cursive script fonts and was full of eight large white paper. In the quiet night of the next night, I took the ladder, the batter, and the written newspaper to shuifengping Street, and quietly pasted the newspaper on the brick wall facing the road at the food station. Eight large pieces of white paper were scrubbed all over a wall. After finishing the post, I read the article again, and then came home with a very proud and dispelling feeling. It’s really a stone that triggers a thousand waves! The next morning, the news that someone posted a big-character newspaper on the shuifengping Street immediately spread in a rage. Many people specially ran to watch it from a place more than a dozen miles away. The big-character newspaper was often crowded in front of it, some people are still making excited comments. Since many people agree with the point of view in the article and hate unfair practices, the next night, many people went on to post a newspaper. Articles one by one, white paper one by one, the wall sticker of the food station is full and then pasted on the wall of the supply and marketing cooperatives, which is really overwhelming. At that time, the commune party committee came forward. They think this is a political event. People who write big-character newspapers have ulterior motives and are tilting the masses against the party. Therefore, the commune party committee quickly set up an ad hoc group to solve the case, and the people who wrote “autumn wind telling” should be caught as soon as possible. At the same time, the newspaper was quickly cleared, and the militia were arranged to stand guard day and night, and no more stickers were allowed. People in the task force think that the article has sharp language, clear thinking, strict logic, and can be quoted from the classics. Calligraphy is beautiful and familiar, and the people who write this article are probably me. In order to find evidence, they secretly went to my house to search for my ink and notebook, and finally decided that it was me. They summoned me to the commune and asked me to admit the fact. I think a good man is a good man. He has nothing to hide, so he frankly admitted that I wrote the article. They then asked me to admit that the purpose of writing articles was anti-party and anti-socialism, and they wanted me to be the current counter-revolutionary. I know that the current counter-revolution is going to send the public security bureau to jail. I argued with them, “my article only revealed some improper behaviors and unfair practices of the brigade secretary, without any anti-party awareness and half-sentence of anti-party speech!” They said far-fetched: “The secretary of the brigade is a party member, and your anti-brigade secretary is anti-party.” I said, “You are robber logic! Is to deliberately harm me!” They said, “If you don’t admit it, lock it up!” I said, “I want to kill you. I won’t admit it when I die!” Later, they put me in the commune for three days, and finally let me go as “dissatisfied with reality. However, the secretary of the brigade held a grudge against me from now on and always found fault to revenge me. I became a “dissatisfied with reality” and was put into “another volume” politically “. On the New Year’s Day of that year, the county film screening team came to our commune, and it was a round of one night’s film for the masses of each brigade. At that time, people’s spiritual life was very poor, and watching movies became the only spiritual enjoyment. However, you can only turn one or two times a year at most. Because the contents of the films shown are all for political propaganda purposes, watching movies is also a political event. At that time, transportation was also extremely underdeveloped. Machines and props for showing movies are manually picked and transported. The people who served as the task of picking and transporting were all the political people who entered the “other volume” such as “land, wealth, anti-corruption, bad and right” of each brigade. That afternoon, in order to revenge me, the secretary of the brigade sent me and several landlords to the Shanjiang brigade to pick the film Machine back. The Shanjiang brigade is about ten miles away from our brigade, and a long slope road is required first. Those landlords are in their fifties one by one, with gray heads and faces, but they often do this. They all know which burden is the heaviest and which burden is the lightest. After arriving at the Shanjiang brigade, they took up those light burdens and ran back. The rest of the most heavy burden of the generator and projector is chosen for me. Later, someone told me that the load weighed more than 180 Jin. At that time, as soon as the burden was on my shoulder, I felt as heavy as death on my shoulder. After biting my teeth, I straightened my waist and walked back step by step. I can’t walk half a mile and I have to take a rest. It’s getting dark. There are still four or five miles from the destination, but I can’t pick it at all. I think of myself thin and weak body, but I have been tired like a cow for years; I think of myself as an intellectual youth, but I have become a kind of discrimination with these landlords; I think this society is so unfair…… As a result, a sense of shame and a kind of resistance without restraint strongly hit my heart. I finally threw the burden on the road angrily and went straight home regardless of everything. That night, the movie of our brigade was not shown because I didn’t pick the engine and projector back. The crowd who came to the primary school to watch movies had to be disappointed to go home. They complained all over the sky. All the brigade secretaries and cadres were furious. The next morning, the secretary of the brigade organized a mass meeting to fight against me. Facing the sharp deterioration of my political life, sister M saw it in her eyes and was anxious in her heart. At that time, although she became the women’s director of the brigade, she wanted to speak for me, but she was weak after all. She was unable to stop the wheel of my political life from sliding to the abyss step by step. How many nights, we sat side by side in the peach forest, sighing at the gloomy night, full of sorrow on the road of life, and felt extremely depressed about the reality in front of us. No one has pleasant words to say. Sister M can only advise me to be strong and patient again and again. The spring of 1975 seemed not to be spring for me. On Lunar January 10, the battalion commander of the Brigade militia came to my house and informed me to take the quilt, clothes and hoe with him. I asked him where he wanted me to go? He said that the brigade decided that I would send me to he Guling for labor reform. He Guling is the highest mountain in the water immersion flat, standing alone above the mountains. If you want to go from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain, you can only find a rugged narrow pass with a four-and five-mile road. At the meeting, the secretary of the Brigade decided to control some of us who were not pleasing to the eyes into the “other volume” in the name of the economic field office of the land reclamation. There were seven of us, four of whom were landlords, rightists, and I and the other two were poor peasants. The brigade sent an old poor Association chairman to manage us. There were militia standing guard at the intersection below the mountain day and night, and we were not allowed to go down the mountain freely. When we arrived at the top of the mountain, we saw that there was nothing we needed, only thatch, rubble and scattered trees. On the first day, we cut thatch, cut down trees, leveled out a place of more than 20 square meters, and tied up a canopy for accommodation. The next day, a small pond was dug out to take the rain falling from the sky as drinking water. With the basic living conditions, we began to reclamation. It’s really spiral! At that time, we basically ate sweet potatoes, steamed buns and other grains, with few Rice, and we couldn’t eat enough every day. Every night, we were so hungry that we could not sleep, go outside together and pick some leaves to eat and fill your belly. Since we went up the mountain, we have never seen the oil Star, and the pot rust can be red half of the sky. In addition to chili or chili, the way to cook the dishes is to put some water to boil first, and then put the chili into it to cook. It is very difficult to use water. The water that has been washed should be left to clarify before washing dishes. Every night, several people beat a bucket of water. Each person soaked his handkerchief in the bucket and wiped his body to sleep. If the hair is long, take a sickle to cut each other short and thin. In less than two months, everyone has thin yellow skin and sunken eyes. At a glance, they can only see two “black holes” under long hair and hair.” It’s a long night, everyone is very homesick, but home is not allowed to go back. In order to kill the night, they asked me to tell stories. I will tell them the romance of the Three Kingdoms, the water tank and the novels I have read. But sometimes when they were tired of listening, someone said to me, “are all the people in these stories you told without a family or a wife? Can you talk about someone with love?” Of course there are those who have love, but I dare not say it again. I said, “I have never read such a book.” They were disappointed. They just said some vulgar and vulgar words and joked with each other. Sometimes they even fight with each other by the nameless fire. Everyone has a feeling of time. One afternoon three months later, we were reclaiming land and building ladder soil. Suddenly, a militia guarding the intersection below climbed up the mountain and told me that the women director of the brigade under the mountain wanted me to go down. When I heard this, I was so happy that I couldn’t describe it. Isn’t the women director of the brigade sister M? How many nights have I missed her? I can finally see her today! I put down my hoe and ran down the mountain. The sun is already West, but the temperature is still relatively high. Sister M stood on the dam foundation of the reservoir below the mountain. She took down the sun-shading bamboo hat on her head and looked at the mountain waiting for me to come down. When I came to her, she glanced at me and cried like a river that opened the gate. She cried and said, “How did it become like this! What a sin!” I couldn’t help feeling sad, but I still pretended to be nothing and said, “it’s okay, I’m fine.” Sister M asked me to sit on the grass on the dam foundation with her. She pulled out a bag made of pumpkin leaves from her handbag, opened it and sent it to me with her hands, saying, “Do you still remember Duan Xiaomei in our class? She got married today, and I went to eat wedding wine. This is my part meat. I’m all wrapped back. I know you haven’t seen the frying pan for three months. You can eat it all now.” After I took the melon leaf bag, I couldn’t help crying any more. I knew I was holding a sincere heart. I said, “You are so kind!” She broke a firewood tree casually, divided it into two, handed it to me and said, “just use it as Chopsticks. Eat it quickly.” I said, “then you can have some too.” She pushed my hand gently and said, “I usually eat. Don’t talk too much, eat quickly!” My moved tears have been flowing quietly. I also felt an incomparable happiness. She looked at me and began to eat, tears gradually stopped, and her face gradually had a happy color. When she saw that I had finished eating, she said to me in a comforting and entrusting tone, “you must be strong. Don’t talk nonsense any more. Take good care of yourself, I will find a way to put you next, don’t worry!” Sister M sent me to the intersection of the mountain, waved to me and said, “go. Don’t be pessimistic!” After that, she turned around and left. I quickly climbed up and stood in the open place of the mountain road, looking at her back gradually disappearing at the end of the road for a long time. 8 Perhaps the political situation has changed. After ten months of transformation on he Guling, the brigade disbanded us. The time soon came to the late autumn of 1937, when the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China announced the decision to resume the college entrance examination. People all over the country cheered and many young people were rushing to tell each other. Some people have already got the gossip in this field, and they are already struggling and eager to try. However, the shocking news did not show any waves in my heart. In the past two years, I have experienced too much misfortune and suffering. After coming back from reform-through-labor group, due to physical damage, I got acute hepatitis in the spring of 1976. After staying in bed for 45 days, I was cured by Grandpa with herbs. In the autumn of 1976, I suffered a car accident. A large tractor with a load of more than four tons was pressed over me. Although I left my life, my body was seriously injured. In the spring of 1977, sister M suddenly married another classmate, which hit my heart a huge blow. Physical injury, emotional blow and political pressure made me frustrated and desperate. After five years of Labor exercise, I became an expert in farm work. I was good at ploughing and raking. I walked out of the sun every day and returned at sunset. I did the work of the production team and then did the work in my own land. The whole person became a Labor machine. I think this is my life, this is my life, I recognized it. Some students came to persuade me to sign up for the exam. Some teachers who care about me told me how to review. My parents worked hard to educate me not to give up the opportunity to wait for me, try to pass the exam at one stroke, and set a good example for my younger brothers and sisters. All the advice and education of these people are in vain in front of me. I know myself that I may be able to pass the exam, but even if I pass the exam, it is also a white exam. How can a “dissatisfied with reality” be admitted?! It’s better to be interesting. Don’t let the heart just calmed down be hurt again! It was only about a week before the registration deadline. That afternoon, the production team asked me to sell cotton in the supply and marketing cooperatives. When I sold cotton and went home, I met Sister M on the road behind her home. This is our first meeting after we broke up in Peach Grove. I am wanted to avoid her, but I hesitated and was stopped by her. She stood in front of me and said gracefully, “What? Don’t you know me?” I felt very embarrassed. I turned my head aside and wanted to call her in my heart, but I finally didn’t say anything. Then, she looked very serious and said, “I am specially going to your home to find you today. It’s God’s will. I just met you here when I went out.” Then, she deliberately pretended to be a little angry and said, “Don’t keep a straight face, I borrowed your money to return your chaff? I decided to go to you for your own good today. Don’t be ignorant. Come on, come to my house and say it.” I had no choice but to follow her into her home. I used to be familiar with everything here. Now, I suddenly feel strange. She is the smallest in their family. Although she is married now, the things and furnishings in her room are exactly the same as before because there is no one to use. Seeing this familiar room, my heart slowly returned to the past. I took the initiative to sit on the chair I used to sit on, looking at the third button of my clothes with my eyes. Sister M poured two cups of tea and handed me one. Said: “Do you still hate me?” Then he said, “You should thank me!” I said angrily, “Thank you!” She said, “isn’t it right? You see, now you can go to college. You will go to college as soon as you take the exam. When you go to college, aren’t you free to choose so many smart and beautiful girls? I didn’t give this opportunity? Don’t you thank me?” She continued, “however, I know you haven’t signed up yet! Why are you so confused!” I buried my head and didn’t say anything. She moved her chair to my side and said gently, “didn’t you look forward to the opportunity of being a private teacher before, looking forward to the XINGX and the moon? Now you can go to college. Don’t you want to seize such a good opportunity? You see how lucky you are. If so many of our classmates were not older or married, they would not be qualified. Although there are still a few people who meet the requirements for applying for an examination, how many drops of ink are there in their stomachs? I can’t pass the exam even if I apply for it. You are qualified and have good grades. You can get in the exam as soon as you take the exam. If you don’t want to take the exam, then no one of our classmates can take it. Today, I specially prepared to go to your house to talk to you. You see, I happened to meet you as soon as I went out. What a good omen. If you don’t sign up for the exam, you are not only sorry for yourself, but also sorry for me. Sorry for our classmates, sorry for your parents!” I raised my head, looked at her and said, “I have passed the exam, and I can’t pass the political examination.” She said, “I knew your concerns were here. Now the situation has changed! I tell you, I asked Secretary Zhang, who caught culture and education in the commune yesterday. He promised me that as long as your grades were on the line, he would take you as a private teacher in the middle school, cover you with great seal.” “Really?” I asked her immediately. “Really!” She patted her chest, shook her fist and said, “Don’t worry, I promise!” Then he put his mouth to my ear and whispered, “Listen to me, I will sign up tomorrow.” I am still this personality until now, and I only serve two kinds of people in my life. One is the person I admire; The other is the person I like. In the past, whatever sister M said was right or wrong, I would listen to it. In fact, before sister M didn’t come to talk to me, my heart was also contradictory. I was always in a mood of unwilling to do or unwilling to do. Whenever thinking is fighting, I think it would be nice to have sister M around me. Now Sister M has given me an idea. What am I hesitating about? So I raised my head and said to her, “OK! I will sign up tomorrow.” Sister M patted her hands and said excitedly, “OK! You will definitely be admitted. I am waiting for your good news.” The next day, I really went to the commune to sign up. At that time, considering that I like literature, I ‘d better apply for Liberal Arts. However, one week before the exam, the admission ticket issued by the county education bureau was filled in science. The secretary of culture and education of the commune called the Education Bureau for me and asked. The education bureau admitted that it was a mistake, but it could not be changed. I had to temporarily change to science. I think, no matter taking liberal arts or science, there is no time and materials for review. According to my learning situation, my liberal arts and science are of the same level. On the morning of the exam, I also went to the production team to work and look at the position of the sun. I estimated that the exam time was coming soon, so I walked up from the field, holding several sweet potatoes prepared early, bare feet, eat while walking. When I arrived at shuikeping Middle School, the bell rang and I went directly into the examination room. The teacher sent out the Chinese test questions. I picked up the test paper and first looked at the composition question. As a result, the composition question was “I have something to say to the party in my heart”. I am secretly happy, this is exactly the lyric prose I am good! Therefore, together with the opening bell, I wrote the composition first. I remember that in the last paragraph of the article, I used six parallel sentences to make my emotions burst out. The two-day exam went smoothly. After the exam, my mother asked me anxiously, “How did you do in the exam?” I told my mother calmly, “I should be able to pass the exam.” The following is a long wait. Nearly a month and a half later, there was news that I was really admitted. One morning in the early March 1978 AD s, my parents helped me carry my luggage to the water immersion scale to wait for the bus. That day was the day when I went to college. Because there is only one bus from dengjiapu to Wugang city in the morning, and it is about half past six to shuikeping station. Because there were many people taking the bus, we went to the side of the road early and waited. The sky was just slightly bright, and it was drizzling. When I stood on the side of the road for less than five minutes, there was a voice from sister M calling my name: “star man!” I felt very sudden in my heart and immediately replied, “Hey, I am here.” Sister M looked for my voice and soon came to my front. Happily said: “You are going to college, I will see you off.” Because my admission notice came very late and I had to leave to report immediately after receiving it, I didn’t tell her. I hurriedly asked her, “How do you know?” She said, “I don’t know if you don’t tell me? You will come to the ends of the Earth in the future, and I will find you.” It turned out that she told the master of the post office to watch it for her. As soon as my notice arrived at the Post Office, the master told her. Then, she asked me with concern whether I had brought everything? Do you have company to go with when you arrive in the city? And told me to pay attention to safety along the way and keep the money and goods. I answered her one by one. Silent for a moment, she looked a little sad and said, “Alas, you left, leave me alone……” I am also a little sad. At that time, with a sound of steam whistle, the car came. As soon as the car stopped, my mother rushed up to grab a seat for me, and my father turned over and got on the roof to pack my luggage. After Mom grabbed the position, she shouted to me to get on the bus. At that time, sister M suddenly hugged my head and burst into tears, crying and shouting, “Don’t go, don’t go……” I was also infected immediately, holding her head and crying loudly. It’s like two torrents rushing through the gate colliding together, setting off huge waves. Sister M and I both forgot the people around us and cried sadly from their hearts. The two men’s heads touched together. With the trembling of crying, their shoulders twitched violently. There is a kind of heartbreaking pain in my heart. People were shocked for a while and looked at us with confused eyes. After a while, the people in the car were impatient to wait and kept urging me to get on the bus. My mother came down and persuaded Sister M to hold my head hand lever. My father pushed me into the car. As soon as I got on the bus, the driver drove away. In the car, I cried for a long time before I stopped slowly. I looked back from the car window and looked around. Sister M’s figure was already invisible. Only peach blossoms opened by the roadside flew back to the car. 9 After I arrived at the university, I wrote a letter to Sister M. I didn’t receive her reply. I am can understand her. After all, she has a family and a life of her own. I also know that when she sent me that morning, she cried loudly that there was a flood of emotions interwoven by nostalgia, sadness and regret in her heart that could not be controlled. She didn’t reply to me. I didn’t feel sorry but happy. It shows that her mood has been adjusted and she has embarked on a happy and beautiful life. Later, I worked in other places after graduation and seldom went home. Even if you go home, you will come and go in a hurry. We haven’t met for decades. I didn’t see her again until March this year. The beautiful peach blossom we saw when we parted in biwan that day, the peach blossom that opened when we parted decades ago, and the peach blossom moments she saw on the morning when she sent me to college were intertwined and overlapping in my heart. On a night of fresh wind and bright moon, I filled in a word: Love of butterfly peach blossom The flowers in the wild are blooming, and their eyes are full of fragrance. It is difficult to heat my heart. Longitudinal is a gentle pile of snow, reflecting the Cold Moon Qianzhi. Goodbye peach forest voice want to choke, unforgettable that year, helpless two feelings. Peach blossoms are tears, and the residual fragrance is soaked in today’s words. 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