Ji he chronicle two, four, six

Remember the past, a little more youth without any regrets

Wen Sheng

After many days of hard thinking, Laotian chose a new viewpoint. Taking the only remains of the educated youth academy in Nangang that year-a certain point in the sky behind the persimmon tree as the viewpoint, he looked down at the mountain and expanded the picture:

At the bottom of the mountain is Nangang reservoir. Under the persimmon tree, the mountain road leads to the village. After going down the mountain and crossing the river, it enters the village.

The village consists of three classes.

The old village is the first class and consists of the village’s large and small valley courtyard, the Old Kiln Courtyard and the grass house courtyard. The large and small valley yard is an old tile house in Ming and Qing dynasties. Most of the old kilns have built bungalows, and most of the grass houses have been converted into bungalows.

The bungalow is the second class and is divided into two parts. One part is in front of the old village, mainly built in the 1970 s and masonry-timber structure, with Adobe inside; One part is on the hillside behind the old village and on both sides of the railway, it is mainly built in the Eighties and Nineties of the last century. The brick-concrete structure is much better than the bungalow in front of the old village.

The building is of the third class, which is built behind the North school after the new century. All of them are small second floors.

At that time, the educated youth old homes were in front of the old village and later changed to small schools. Under the shade of big trees, it was not easy to find.

How can the educated youth recognize the scene of that year? Lao Gen thought of the slogan.

On the walls of houses of different levels, different slogans are written, showing different ages.

The slogan on the wall of the old educated youth courtyard is: The countryside is a vast world where there can be great achievements.

There are also many slogans: Prepare for War and prepare for the people. Learn from dazhai in agriculture. Realize four modernizations. Good family planning, late marriage and late childbirth, good birth and good birth. Build a socialist market economy. Build a new socialist countryside. Scientific development, ban on burning orange rod. Never forget your original intention and keep your mission in mind.

Lao Tian said: OK.

Lao Gen said: I can finally breathe a sigh of relief. Many of our slogans had been erased at that time.

Lao Tian said: Yes. For example, don’t forget class struggle, large militia divisions, high walls, extensive grain accumulation, no hegemony, blocking the capitalist road, stepping on socialism and so on.

Lao Gen asked: was the slogan of that year gone?

Lao Tian said: basically not anymore. Did you look at the picture?

Lao Gen said: you take a lot of photos. For more information, see.

Lao Tian said: What is the current evaluation of that year?

Lao Gen said: it will not change. It is a tragedy for a generation of young people to delay like this.

Lao Tian said: I remember a saying that this is a kind of love for us. There are not so many job opportunities in the city. If there is no job, you will learn bad. It is better to exercise in the countryside for a few years first. Why was Social Security bad in the 1980 s and 1990 s? There are too many young people without jobs.

Lao Gen said: Yes, it was severely beaten in the 1980 s and 1990 s.

Lao Tian said: in fact, now it seems that it is not worth anything. It is just that men and women gather together and run around with no purpose. They are fighting and being regarded as hooligans. Now, isn’t it just playing and singing together? At most, the style is not good.

Lao Gen said: There are also many thieves. After the 1990 s, they developed to block the road and Rob. If they don’t fight hard, they won’t work.

Lao Tian said: that is to say, if we didn’t go up the mountain to the countryside, we would do the same?

Lao Gen said: Hit the teacher, hit the school, break the old, and connect……

Lao Tian said: We didn’t do this for these late sessions.

Lao Gen said: but I can’t learn.

Lao Tian said: after entering the new century, young people without jobs are much more honest.

Lao Gen said: they all went to the internet cafe to play.

Lao Tian said: Now it is in the mobile phone.

Lao Gen said: Now it is adopted to expand enrollment. This method is good.

Lao Tian said: why didn’t you adopt it that year?

Lao Gen said: As I said just now, the school made the students smash it.

Lao Tian said: It’s really self-evil.

Lao Gen said: The more knowledge, the more reactionary it is.

Lao Tian said: What the old people mean is that if the idea is incorrect, the more knowledge, the more reactionary; If the idea is correct, the more knowledge, the more revolutionary. As a result, others were peeled off, leaving only “The more knowledge, the more reactionary”.

Lao Gen said: Yes, slogans are easy to be one-sided. There are also revolutions and promotion of production. As a result, only Revolution is mentioned, production is not mentioned, and even opposition is made. If revolution is needed, it is necessary to oppose production.

Lao Tian said: It was originally said that he would take root in the countryside for a lifetime. Later, he left in two or three years and became a springboard for work. If he did not go to the countryside, he would not arrange work.

Lao Gen said: now it seems that it is better to use it in school.

Lao Tian said: school cost?

Lao Gen said: almost the same. As you know, the first year was to go to the countryside with subsidies. There seemed to be some in the second year, but not in the third year. However, most of them left after staying for one or two years.

Lao Tian said: that was later. The earlier he went up the mountain, the longer he stayed.

Lao Gen said: Yes. Also, the bigger the city, the farther the place to go.

Lao Gen said: When that era is over, let’s not get too tangled……

Lao Tian said: Yes. In fact, we are not familiar with the countryside as our old predecessors. The educated youth of the previous years lived in the old and educated youth yard, and later went to the mountain. They had pie meals and scattered them to various production teams to farm, but we didn’t.

Lao Gen said: there are too many contradictions, so we have to move to the mountain.

Lao Tian said: many rural areas are like this. If conditions permit, they are all built with educated youth homes quite far away from the village. There are several educated youth homes on the Hill of Nangang. We said it was going to the countryside, which was actually very isolated from the peasants at that time. But I know how bitter it is to grow crops.

Lao Gen said: there is no way. People have different lives. We almost included the opportunity to join the army, recruit workers, and be recommended to go to school, and recruit young people in the village to hate.

Lao Gen said: Fate is unfair to us.

Lao Tian said: Is it fair to rural people?

Lao Gen said: rural youth are more bitter.

Lao Tian said: Many people still hold resentment because of the past.

Lao Gen said: put it down.

Lao Tian said: some people can’t let it go until now. Educated youth literature.

Lao Gen said: There are all kinds of mentality in educated youth literature.

Lao Tian said: There are many complaints.

Lao Gen said: it should be understood. After all, we have a certain sense of superiority in our hearts.

Lao Tian said: it is impossible to elaborate.

Lao Gen said: You still have to say it. You can’t forget the past. Just don’t get too deep, do you want to look forward.

Lao Tian said: Yes.

Lao Gen asked: How did you feel when you went back to the village to have a look?

Lao Tian said: mixed feelings.

Lao Gen asked: is the old slogan still there?

Lao Tian said: there are still some.

Lao Gen said: The old slogan is on both sides of the main road of the old village, from the three milk temple to the road on the waste bank.

Lao Tian said: Yes.

Lao Gen said: find one of the most representative in it.

Lao Tian said: I think “promising” is the most representative.

Lao Gen said: remember to go down the mountain from the educated youth courtyard, you can see a slogan when you cross the river and enter the village.

Lao Tian said: What team of cattle compound, later worked as a wooden factory, what came the slogan on the wall?

Lao Gen said: Come to think of it, the way out of agriculture lies in mechanization.

Lao Tian said: Yes, yes, people of any age have ideas about this.

Lao Gen said: OK, I believe many educated people will have feelings after reading it.

Lao Tian said: Yes, we wanted to farm mechanization at that time, and farming was really too tiring……

Lao Gen said: People have long hoped that this is the case. The wood is……

Lao Tian said: Also, water conservancy is the lifeblood of agriculture.

Lao Gen said: We have worked hard on water conservancy.

Lao Tian said: we need to build small hydropower stations.

Lao Gen said: this has already existed and has not been completed.

Lao Tian said: is it a reservoir in the west of the village?

Lao Gen said: Yes, there is only a long Dyke left now.

Lao Tian said: are we not involved?

Lao Gen said: No. Built in the 1950 s.

Lao Tian said: I remember. I heard that it was repaired in the county, but later the county did not care.

Lao Gen said: railway police, each tube section. Our commune is located in the city, of course the county doesn’t care.

Lao Tian said: The county thinks very high. The water in this reservoir is linked with the next reservoir, pumping water into the canal to irrigate crops. The Canal goes half of the county, it has already been abandoned.

Lao Gen said: later, the county built a reservoir in the back, but the canal was still useless.

Lao Tian said: there is no water.

Lao Gen said: I heard that there was a big flood one year and the levee on the other side was blown up, so the dam was saved.

Lao Tian said: in fact, it is to let the water go along the original river, but this river has almost been abandoned. This also tells us that waste rivers cannot be filled casually. Speaking of it, the old village in Shilin BLACK TOWER village will become an island in the river.

Lao Gen said: really? At ordinary times, we only see the Jihe River flowing in the south of the village, and sometimes it is cut off.

Lao Tian said: Really. Later, it seemed that there was another flood in July or May, and the village once became an island. At ordinary times, there is no water in Jihe River. First, the water vein is cut off by the coal mine, and second, a reservoir is built on it.

Lao Gen said: If the hydropower station runs well, we wouldn’t call at midnight every day.

Lao Tian said: Tell you the reason why the power station is not good. The lack of water in the reservoir is one reason, and the other reason is that the BLACK TOWER in the village was dismantled as the material for building the hydropower station.

Lao Gen said: Ah, is there such a saying?

Lao Tian said: Believe it or not, the tower has long been broken anyway.

Lao Gen said: BLACK TOWER has been repaired again?

Lao Tian said: it has been repaired.

Lao Gen asked: how is it?

Lao Tian said: Elders people said that was the case.

Lao Tian said: when we all left, the village had been mechanized to a considerable extent. The brigade had creeper tractor, the team had hands and small four-wheel tractor, and our youth team also had tractors. Some teams also have harvesters, which can only be cut, which cannot be compared with now, and some teams also have sideline groups.

Lao Gen said: with tractors, people are more reluctant to work hard on the land.

Lao Tian said: young people are like this. They don’t like it because they take their seats and drive cattle to work in the fields. Not everyone can do it.

Lao Gen said: Yes, there are also landlords who drive the carriage. Advanced things appear, and some people are happy and some worry.

Lao Tian said: but those who drive tractors are definitely not qualified.

Lao Gen said: if it is not dissolved, it may become the second Huaxi village and Nanjie village……

Lao Tian said: Now many people talk about these two villages, and collectivization is also promising. If it is not dissolved, there should be many villages like them……

Lao Gen said: this is a special case. There is no universality. To say, if there is no market economy, they will not be like that.

Lao Tian said: the leadership team is tough and insists on making no distinction. The key is to get the collective economy together.

Lao Gen said: After the woodworking group was set up in the Animal Farm, the production in the team went up. Some people were jealous and edited children’s songs, singing them to follow the capitalist road and cutting their tails.

Lao Tian said: I remember, “the five teams take scissors, waiting to cut the tail of the six teams.”

Lao Gen said: you have a good memory.

Lao Tian said: this thinking is terrible. In the words of the Internet, think carefully.

Lao Gen said: this will not happen in the future. Unfortunately, the woodworking team was disbanded.

Lao Tian said: the equipment of the wood team has been divided. People in the wood industry team also hope to be divided into Tian. Everyone’s mentality will be divided into everything.

Lao Gen said: Some tractors almost split eight pieces. Do you think it is valuable to split them? It can only be a pile of scrap iron. Speaking of it, the village didn’t divide the land until the end of 82 years, and many surrounding villages had already divided the land for two or three years.

Lao Tian said: The slogan on the wall has been on the wall for many years.

Lao Gen said: Mechanization also means a lot. For example, the land is still concentrated in the end, and now it depends on the spread and concentration.

Lao Tian said: To be honest, I really want to plant some food and vegetables buns, raise some small poultry, raise some small machinery, and live a pastoral life.

Lao Gen said: I have thought about it like this. Watching a small video, someone wrapped up barren hills and used bulldozers to build terraces. The scale can go up……

Lao Tian said: We don’t have that condition here. There are many people and few places, so we can only work hard in small areas.

Lao Gen said: people are on the Loess Plateau. In the past words, they built Dazhai fields.

Lao Tian said: building reservoirs, power stations and Dazhai fields mainly focus on class struggle, which was the main theme of our time.

Lao Gen said: We were self-reliant at that time, building schools, running water conservancy, building roads……, They all come by themselves, and now they all rely on state subsidies.

Lao Tian said: now there are also those who go up to the mountain and go to the countryside. The new one is volunteers, and the second is that many departments in the town send people to the village to be secretaries.

Lao Gen said: how many volunteers are descendants of educated youth?

Lao Tian said: there should be descendants of educated youth. Going to the countryside can exercise people best.

Lao Gen said: it is good to go to the countryside with resources.

Lao Gen said: therefore, people from strong departments go to the countryside to help them easily make achievements.

Lao Tian said: It is also very important to do ideological work. Do a good job of changing customs and making people spend money on production.

Lao Gen asked: is Nangang reservoir still there?

Lao Tian said: still there. We have participated in the construction of this reservoir, and we also imagined to build small hydropower stations.

Lao Gen said: Yes, when we go to the countryside, we will have enough suffering from the lack of electricity. As long as the reservoir is built in the village, we always want to continue to build small hydropower.

Lao Tian said: Unfortunately, Nangang reservoir can’t have hydropower at all.

Lao Gen said: After you entered the city, you also dug coal. Do you want to dig too much coal and generate more electricity to solve the problem of electricity consumption of rural fathers?

Lao Tian said: Is this still useful?

Lao Gen said: I have a new idea. Draw the scene of Nangang reservoir more carefully. Let’s remember the past and youth without any regrets more.

Lao Tian said: Zhong. I didn’t say it last time. Pockets circle, I still recall my dream of youth.

The Ji he Chronicle series are all original

July 3, 2021

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There is a single-storey villa with courtyard named Dingyuan Pavilion in tianmangong, Fukuoka City, Japan. The century-old house has been quite dilapidated. In recent years, the Japanese have repaired it again and claimed to continue to own it for a hundred years. Some Japanese organizations even have to clamor for “application for Heritage”.

The old man near tianmangong recalled that Dingyuan Pavilion was a haunted place. How many Chinese soldiers spilled their blood on the iron sheet of the board, how many ghosts were entangled there, and how could the House be calm.

On February 4, 1895, Dingyuan ship ran aground after being attacked by Japanese fishing boats in Weihaiwei. Soon, the Beiyang navy announced its defeat. Liu butoad ordered his subordinates to blow up the Dingyuan ship and immediately committed suicide.

A year later, the governor of Xiangchuan county, Japan, and the rich xiaoyulong helped to buy the remains of the Dingyuan ship, and hired divers. It took one year to retrieve the materials on the original yuanship, and the armored guard board, teak deck, the toilet was disassembled and transported to Fukuoka, and the Dingyuan pavilion was built Dazaifu in his hometown and has been retained so far.

The motivation of this Xiaoye building Dingyuan Pavilion is obviously to show off the glorious victory of Japan.

What will Dingyuan pavilion say if it can open its mouth.

I think it will not be willing to become a house that cannot move around.

It used to cut waves and was the first giant ship in Asia cruising in the ocean.

It may still be telling about that war, those Chinese wounded soldiers, the elegant captain named Liu butoad.

Its voice must be sad and slow, and its expression must be unbearable……

Weihaiwei military port, in the cold night, Liu butoad stood alone on the deck of Dingyuan ship, watching the dim moon in the sky and the smoke nearby. Alas! Another ship sank.

Lost, we lost completely. Liu butoad sighed. There is no suspense in this naval battle. The Tianyuan ship under his feet ran aground on the beach after the sneak attack of Japanese mine boats, like a carriage that lost wheels and could not move at all.

Liu butoad held barn lantern and checked the ship. Back to his duct room.

A letter fell on the teak desk, which was sent by his former classmate Pingba Lang, Dongxiang, to the effect that he could hand over the Dingyuan ship completely to the Japanese army Yogueta, and he could continue to be his officer, even on the rise.

When studying at Greenwich Naval Academy, no one expected such a day. Because they are both Asian, Chinese and Japanese are very united. Pingba Lang in Dongxiang even said that if one day he really met at sea, then the first shot must be a ritual shell.

When the light went out, Liu Buchan tossed and turned, and the situation on the day of the naval Battle appeared in his mind. He vaguely remembered that he was standing on the deck, trembling in his hand holding the telegram from the captain of the super Yong ship to him: “I am dead in battle, do not read.”

The Japanese ship kept firing fierce gunfire. The violent explosion made the deck tremble violently, but his warship stopped firing. Liu butoad held the side wall with his left hand, held his body steady and shouted, “Why did you stop?” The lieutenant stumbled across the body on the deck and wiped his face blackened by gunfire: “report the pipe belt, the shells have been finished.” “There are still new shells shipped yesterday in the cabin. Replace them and continue to fight.” “Yes.” The adjutant staggered down the deck.

The Shell moved over, but it still didn’t fire. He drank: “Why didn’t you fire?” Report pipe belt, the caliber is not consistent.” He was furious: “Take the file File.” The sound of guns finally rang, but the expected explosion was not heard. When I was wondering, a shell of the Japanese ship came with the smell of death. After a loud noise, the deck was covered with dead bodies. A sailor held the shell trembling and shouted with the last strength: “The shell…… It won’t ring.” The young face is full of unwilling writing.

Two lines of tears fell from his cheeks and he woke up.

The defeat has been decided. Where should the long ship go?

During the day today, several foreign employees and generals asked him to hand over Dingyuan, but he didn’t agree. Now he thinks it is necessary to consider this problem carefully. He remembered the unwilling and angry faces of the brothers on the ship before they died. He remembered the figure of Deng Shichang in the telescope on the day of the naval battle. He remembered the helpless when Ding Ruchang was forced to surrender.

“Yes, warships cannot be handed in.” He muttered to himself.

Liu butoad put on the official uniform and hurried away from the battleship to Ding gongfu. Unexpectedly, Ding Ruchang did not sleep either. He walked anxiously in the room, saw Liu butoad coming and asked quickly, “Zi Xiang, we have no ability to fight again. Li Zhongtang said that he was discussing with Japan. But what should the long ship do. Is it handed over to the Japanese or another disposal?” “It must not be left to the Japanese.”

Ding Ruchang was very shocked. He had never seen this gentle subordinate so determined. “Think about it, that’s the first warship you commanded.” “Dingyuan is very important to me. I would rather sink it than fall into Japanese hands.” What else did Ding Ruchang want to say? He could see Liu Buchan’s decisive eyes and waved his hand helplessly: “This is the case, you can handle it yourself.” Liu Buchan withdrew silently.

Half an hour later, there was an earth-shattering explosion in the military port, which ended the glory of Beiyang Fleet. Except the sailors on the Dingyuan ship and Ding Ruchang, no one knew what had happened. Only Weihaiwei and them witnessed the sinking of the first giant ship in the Far East.

Later, the constant explosion came, and several warships sank one after another.

The next day, Liu butoad sat quietly at home, and the faces of his friends appeared in his mind: Deng Shichang, Ye zuxi, Lin Yongsheng, Lin tai Zeng…… They have all left the world, leaving him alone.

He pulled open the drawer of the desk, took out the revolver, pulled open the firing pin and aimed at his temple. The body was lying on the table, and the blood red the suicide note on the table. The suicide note wrote: “The bereaved ship will be self-tailored.”

The next day, the Beiyang Fleet surrendered to the Japanese army.

A hundred years later, Weihaiwei tourists were like weaving, and the bright smile on people’s faces seemed to be out of place with the solemn scenery around. Tourists laughed and took photos on the copied Dingyuan ship. They had forgotten the war. Only when the warships passing through the port occasionally saw the ship, they would ring steam whistle to pay tribute to the spirits of the Northern Ocean Fleet sailors. Wei Haiwei still guarded the dusty cold memories.

Two Jia Zi passed, and another Jiawu.

The Japanese who came to visit Dingyuan Pavilion pointed at each other and were full of pride and joy.

The Chinese came here to make a fool of themselves, but they were mixed.

In recent years, the dispute between China and Japan over Diaoyu Islands has intensified. There are Japanese clamoring for another war in 1894, and Japan will win.

Dingyuan ship, Dingyuan Pavilion, if it can speak, what else can it tell us?

One hole boat anchor

A deck

A shell case

Target bullet hole

Looking back at my hometown through a hundred years

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Pieces hurt the hearts of Chinese people like sharp blades.

Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) remember the past, a little more youth without any regrets

Lao Gen said: I have a new idea. Draw the scene of Nangang reservoir more carefully. Let’s remember the past and have more youth…

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For the first time since we married Feihua, we faced a long separation. With a good vision for the future life, Fei Hua, who has always been weak, should “go to the rivers and lakes” alone, saying that he would go to Zhuhai to start a new business, this makes me feel really bad when I am a husband. I know how difficult this decision is for Feihua. In those days, I almost gave up all my work and entertainment, and ran back home to accompany Feihua as soon as I got off work, it’s like waiting for a world treasure. If you are afraid of negligence, you will lose it forever.

On the day when Feihua was about to leave, the clear sky suddenly turned gray and heavy, and the autumn rain began to fall, which seemed to deliberately render the constant sadness in our hearts.

On the platform, Fei Hua and I stood by each other and told each other the instructions in our hearts. At this moment, it seems that there are thousands of words, but I don’t know how to tell them. 21 years ago, when Fei Hua and I were still in love came back from the South, I came to the station to pick her up with joy, just like the silent films of old movies suddenly appeared in front of me. Unexpectedly, 21 years later, I sent her to the south at this station with melancholy. History and today are so similar but not similar. What is the contrast between the two moods! It’s really funny.

With a sound of steam whistle ringing, the wheels began to roll slowly. Fei Hua waved to me frequently in the window, watching Fei Hua away from me gradually, tears couldn’t help pouring out my eyes……

After separating from Feihua, the regular phone call given to her every day became my “compulsory course”. We are far away from each other and can hear each other’s voices on the phone every day has become an extravagant hope and expectation in our real life. Whenever the voice of Feihua came from the phone, it would set off a warm current in my heart, which made me excited and had a strong sense of happiness.

In February of the following year, I took my first vacation to Zhuhai to visit Feihua. Zhuhai is really a beautiful seaside city, and the whole city is like a beautiful big garden. Although it is early spring and February, the weather in Zhuhai is still very warm. On the night when I arrived in Zhuhai, Fei Hua and I wandered on the vagina after dinner, telling the thoughts after the separation. That night, we talked very late while walking, enjoying the joy of reunion and reliving the long-lost tender feelings of the couple.

Life is like this, and the happier the life is, the faster it will live. In a flash, more than ten days of vacation passed. On the afternoon of the first day before Zhuhai left, Feihua invited me to the seaside. The sea in the sun is very beautiful. We sat on the beach together, watching the sea hit the rocks, the Seagulls playing with the waves, and the gentle sea breeze blowing our cheeks, greedily sucking the romance that life gives us. At that moment, we were so intoxicated that we really hoped to stop the years on the beach forever.

When I left the seaside, I said to Feihua emotionally at the thought that tomorrow would be different, “the happy time has passed again. I will leave tomorrow. Let’s leave the joy of gathering to the sea, leave it to the beach and the Next Goodbye!” Feihua smiled with tears.

After I came back from Zhuhai, whenever I sat quietly by the desk at night, I would silently look at the wedding photos that I and Feihua took together on the table, my heart also carries deep thoughts to the far south with the beautiful shadow of Feihua. When I think of the great spiritual comfort brought to us by the affection of each other in each farewell, I can’t help feeling warm and happy when I think of a heart in this life that I often miss myself from afar.

I remembered two poems in song. Qin Guan’s “Immortal at the Magpie Bridge”: “If the two feelings are long, why are they in the morning and evening.” Our marriage is happy and happy. Although we can’t accompany each other every day, we will always feel proud and self-sufficient. Although life makes us far away from thousands of mountains and rivers, it will always be separated from my deep thoughts and endless worries about Feihua! ……

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Lover dies, lover…

I only went to the city once. I am took out the courage to go to Guangdong alone that year. Because there is a person who knows in Guangdong. Her name is Pingping. Undeserved, plain. But people are not as good as others, with big eyes and big faces, big hands and big feet, and no big character. I like a small woman who is considerate, but I only met one of the big women, who is her. My sister introduced us. Before meeting, she knew that there was a colleague of hers who had a brother. I knew that my sister had a colleague named Pingping. Then, I went to Shantou to make a living. She still stayed in Dongguan. At that time in Dongguan, people were suffering on the road, motorcycles often passed by, horn sounds were unscrupulous, the streets were dusty, the exhaust of cars, the burning of garbage, the smell of sewer water, the smell of fried noodle shops, the glue smell and lacquer thinner taste of the factory exhaust port are all mixed together. I didn’t leave Dongguan because of these. I couldn’t find a job in Dongguan, and I couldn’t find any suitable or inappropriate job. Factory in Dongguan, 99% do not welcome men. I can’t go to Shenzhen either. I just came from there and was not qualified as a security guard. I have to go to Shantou to take refuge with my friends. Of course, I wrote to Pingping that I worked in a certain factory in Chaoyang, shantou. In fact, I lived in a broken factory of my friend and had nothing to do. No job, no income, and I am in a sad city, which affects my mood, but it does not affect my peaceful development of feelings. What is the future? I don’t know if I have described the future to her. She doesn’t hate farming, but I, farming, is a definite future. If I can’t work, I have to go back to Donggan foot to farm. This is a choice that must not be like this, and it is also a ready-made way to end the ideal. I am planning when to end my ideal, or after I get married with Pingping. To get married, you have to go to Rucheng. I don’t know which side of Pingping, Ru city is on, I really don’t know. After meeting Pingping, I have to study Rucheng. Rucheng is located in the southeast of Chenzhou, at the junction of Guangdong, Hunan and Jiangxi provinces, and the famous three provinces of chicken Ming. Zhou Dunyi, the hometown of Yongzhou, wrote “Ai Lian said” there, where Chairman Mao and boss Zhu stayed. Ten Towns and nine townships, hot springs are the most famous. In Lianxi Academy, Baishi Academy and yuntou Academy made the humanities of Rucheng comparable to Chenzhou, an important town in southern Hunan where Chenjiang is lucky to go around the mountain. The plain mild, implicit and restrained temperament may be formed by her exposure to this kind of traditional humanistic history? Ningyuan is in the south of Yongzhou, surrounded by the mountains of jiuqiao Mountain and Yangming Mountain, which is called a miasma. Leaving Ningyuan, taking a bus is like a boat, all the way in the limelight. Where is ru city? Only on the way did I know that it is also a place where mountains are connected to mountains. The road is like a belt. Sometimes in the pine forest on the mountains, sometimes in the fields, those villages are afraid of growing up and growing up, and they Dodge at the foot of the mountains, like a tattered liberation shoes abandoned in the grass. Rucheng is an old district and a national poverty-stricken county, but actually it seems that it is similar to the rural area of Ningyuan, with mud walls of tile houses, we can’t see where poverty lies. Or, this requires entering the house, checking accounts, and…… Can I understand it just by looking at flowers? Looking at the scenery outside the window, it is not strange at all. But I am the only stranger to the vehicle. They don’t know. Looking at their dark faces and anxious appearance, I didn’t feel lonely and worried. I was also anxious in my heart. Seeing Pingping, seeing her parents, seeing her sister and brother, and seeing her sister and aunt, would they laugh at Pingping: finding a man so far away from home, he is still a farmer. Is there any capital to return to my mother’s home in the future? When I think of these, I am confused. My father always forced me to marry. My family is poor, so I need to get married even if I borrow money. Twenty-eight this year, twenty-nine next year, if you don’t get married, you will be left. My father didn’t have a bachelor. If I became a bachelor, well, hit my father in the face. I won’t hit my father’s face, because I am plain. If you have, take it back. I didn’t think of money, I didn’t think of the future, I didn’t think of any difficulties. Both of them agreed, willing, the killer’s love, still need to imagine difficulties? In my imagination, love can go through fire, dry seas and rocks. Marriage is a piece of iron, which can withstand all kinds of forging. Thinking about these, although I am a stranger in a car, I don’t feel lonely at all. After getting out of the car, I can see Pingping, meet familiar people, have dependence, see lovers, have warmth. The bus stopped into the small automobile transportation station in Rucheng, and all the passengers carried large and small packages out of the door. I only came down with my hands and feet alone. I didn’t bring anything, and Pingping also said: you can buy things in Rucheng. To be honest, I don’t know what I can bring or what I can bring at home. When I arrived in Rucheng, Pingping made the decision. The alley that went out of the bus station-Rucheng is far from Ning, and everything is one size smaller. The house is short, the alley is narrow, and the city is small. However, the territory of Rucheng is much larger than that of Donggan in I am. Pingping thought I was just talking on the phone, not necessarily true, so I didn’t pick up the station immediately. I couldn’t rest assured that I walked over slowly pretending as if nothing had happened while knit a sweater. It was just a chance, and maybe I was hiding it. I wandered around the Alley of the station for a long time. If Pingping didn’t come, I would board the bus back to Chenzhou. While I was looking at the two ends of the alley anxiously, a pair of plain sweaters appeared without any delay. I cried, her big face suddenly flew full of red clouds, and even her eyebrows could not be found. She quickly rolled up the half sweater and held it in her hand, saying it was a surprise that you really came. After a pause, he said: go home. The houses on both sides of the city streets of Rucheng County were painted for foreign Gray. The alley was still a stone road, and the stone wall was still the old one. Not far away, it is a river. The river is weeping willow by the river, but the branches of golden yellow mixed with dark gray just arrived in spring have not sprouted yet. The river is silting black. On this side of the house, there are shops selling Japanese goods, fruits and electrical appliances. By the door, there is also bacon. The bacon in Rucheng is not baked, but dried. The sun is good. Every family basks in cured meat, under the wall, under the eaves, on the tiles, cured meat, cured chicken and preserved fish are put together, like stinky feet in shoes for two months. I went to the store and bought this. Pingping said it was available at home. I bought that one. Pingping said it was available at home. Finally, I made my own decision and bought a box of apples. After entering the gate of the county Party committee compound and walking through the wide Ma Shi board Road, my heart suddenly became impatient: Pingping’s family actually lived in the county Party committee’s family building! Pingping said his father worked at the county Party committee. Well, love has nothing to do with his father. Pingping said her mother was at home. Well, love is our business. I comforted myself, went upstairs, entered the door, saw his father, very calm, said hello and went out. Seeing his mother, he gave me a colorful face. Without saying a word, he went into the kitchen and was busy. There is still some time before eating, Pingping said: let’s go outside. There is a park in Rucheng, which is worth visiting. Only when I got out of the door did I find it relaxed a lot. After passing the stone bridge with carved railings, walking along the Elm Boulevard and around a square, he reached the gate of the park, where there was a piece of grass in the east and a piece of loess in the West. Looking up, there is a lonely octagonal tent on the top of the park. On the stone steps along the mountain, there were three or two crowds. This Stone Road became a flower Vine. My mother didn’t agree with our business, saying that the two places of Ningyuan Rucheng were too far away. Where’s your dad? My dad made his own decision about young people. What’s your attitude? I’m afraid my mother can’t think of it. The journey was quite smooth. Unexpectedly, when I arrived in Rucheng, I was tied. Pingping didn’t have his own attitude. I stammered and lost my language. Give me some time and I will do my mother’s ideological work. How long? One year, two years. You wait for me for two years. Two years later, I will be thirty. For a man in the countryside, his family’s economy depended on several acres of land. After thirty years, it became a real problem. I began to calculate my own little nine. Or two months. Otherwise, we ran away together and went to Guangdong to work directly. Pingping is a kind girl who is not interested in my adventure plan. Donggan’s feet are no longer like a loving mother and become a burden. I also lost pride in the several acres of orange garden I owned, which was the financial source of marriage I planned. However, in Rucheng, in the family building of the county Party committee compound, a few acres of orange gardens in the countryside are too thin and pale. What else do I have? I didn’t have anything to get to the table to impress or persuade my ordinary mother. What will Pingping take to persuade his mother? Wrap a poor egg into a hot cake? I glanced at Pingping, such a simple girl, lying is not her strong point. I can’t teach her either. Bragging is not my strong point. What the fuck? There is no fucking place or object. Dinner at night, very depressed. I don’t know what to say. Ordinary father also drank with me for two weeks. After all, he was a parent official who had seen the world and couldn’t make a chicken belly look. Pingping’s mother always refused to face me face to face, and directly pointed out that she was not satisfied with me. Think about the distance between Ningyuan and Ru city, two hundred kilometers. At this time, I was as helpless as quilt rack soft shelled turtle in the air. This is worse than unemployment. Her father is feeling guilty with me. I am not sincere. Flat like sandwich biscuit heart. Am I too anxious for success? Or, I regard myself too high? Or, am I too wishful thinking? I asked myself N questions and missed my confidence. Spent the night in his brother’s bed-his brother never showed up. After breakfast, I will leave. Pingping said nothing. From beginning to end, she was playing a role of little maidservants. When we arrived at the station, the sun was shining. Cars to Chenzhou, cars to Guangzhou, cars to Dongguan, cars to Shenzhen, put together. Let’s run. I’m half joking and half serious. I ran away, my mother couldn’t think of it, and something big would happen. Mom’s love can’t be doubted. Mom’s choice may be 100% correct. I went to the ticket window to buy a ticket to Chenzhou. Pingping said: I can certainly persuade my mother. She is a reasonable person. I said “all right” falsely, threw her down and got on the bus. I wonder how I can give my father a reasonable explanation. It’s a business, right? This good, well-deserved love can only be maintained with the blessing of the whole family. Love is the most unreliable thing. Long distance love, no love. Just like the sweater in the hand, how to stamp it is a hole. When I went to Rucheng, I was worried. When I left Rucheng, my heart was boundless. Fortunately, it began to rain. The rain in early spring was endless. The sky was dim and gray, which matched unhappiness and melancholy. When the car arrived at the point of departure, I looked around and didn’t see her. At that time, I realized that I like traveling on the road and also like loneliness. The most appropriate thing for a person’s feelings is to hold them in his heart, and then he has the feeling of being connected with each other. Rucheng, finally, was a steam whistle passing by the bus when it left.

2020/11/30

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…

Teacher Xia is my primary school teacher. The first time I met him was the day when my primary school became confused. I can’t remember the situation of meeting, but what impressed me was the teacher’s fingernail. The nail is about one centimeter long, and it is mellow, clean and shiny. The first time I saw my long nails, I was very surprised. Later, I got used to it and felt very natural, so that I felt that it was our teacher who had long nails.

When it comes to long nails, don’t think the teacher is a woman. Our teacher is a modest man. At the age of fifty, his chin had a very stylish beard, and his nose was covered with a pair of copper-edged glasses, wearing a gray Zhongshan suit. If you change Zhongshan suit into a long shirt, it is not the same as the teacher in the old play.

I must have a strong curiosity when I was a child. Since I saw the teacher’s long nails, I often paid attention to how the teacher did things with the hands of long nails, and soon I found something. For example, there will be many fine scratches on the chalk used by the teacher, and the teacher will turn over the textbook quickly with his long nails, but any textbook he has used, almost every page will leave many scratches at roughly the same place……

The school building of our primary school is the private house of a big family named Zhu in the pre-liberation town. The hall in the middle of the House is regarded as our activity place after class; The wing rooms on both sides are changed into classrooms; The main room behind the hall is the teacher’s accommodation and office. Except for the simple blackboard, desks and chairs in the classroom, there are almost no other facilities in the school. It was also under the tough conditions of that year that I further found that the teacher’s hands with long nails were really amazing.

Without sports equipment, he would wrap a mass of waste newspaper with coarse cloth and sew it with needle and thread, which became a small cloth ball for male students to fight for me to grab and kick by hand. I will also use Coq feather, large buttons, and small fabric to make beautiful kick shuttlecock. The female students played shuttlecock while twittering like a group of happy little chick. When the weather is fine, he will take us to the grass near the river near the school and dress up the students as all kinds of characters or animals in the Chinese text with his homemade props, let everyone perform the plots and scenes described in the lesson. The students had a great time every time.

Now I think that although the material was scarce and the conditions were crude in that era, I didn’t feel bitter at all after following the teacher. On the contrary, I felt very happy.

Unconsciously, I am in the third grade. From then on, I vaguely felt that the atmosphere of the school had changed. There were often some high school students wearing red armbands on their arms who came to our primary school for a meeting. We also seemed to understand what we said at the meeting.

One day after the meeting, the teacher took us back to the classroom. I saw that he took out a piece of red paper, cut out some long notes skillfully, and asked two classmates to help him paste the notes on the wall of the classroom into a square frame, A piece of paper with three big words “criticism column” was posted directly above the big frame.

After finishing this, the teacher told us with a dignified expression that now he assigned a homework to the students. If you have any opinions about the teacher at ordinary times, write it down. You don’t have to give it to the teacher to see, just Paste it directly into that criticism column.

The students were stunned at once and couldn’t figure out what was going on. Besides, we don’t even write diaries.

After a while, the teacher added that it doesn’t matter if you can’t remember it. You can finish it in two days, but you must write it. This is a political task. You helped the teacher by writing it.

We don’t know anything about political tasks either. We only know that this is the homework assigned by the teacher.

Two days soon arrived, and I haven’t figured out what to write yet. There are already homework posted by classmates on the wall, most of which are written by teachers who are punished, kept by teachers, or knocked by teachers with textbooks because of wrong answers. Inspired by these, I remembered one thing two weeks ago.

In the Chinese class that day, I was found by the teacher for reading the comic book. He came to grab my arm angrily and asked me to stand up. At that time, I felt that the arm exposed outside the short sleeve was pinched and broken by the teacher’s nails, but I didn’t dare to make a sound. When I came home from school, I didn’t dare to tell my family that I was afraid that I had to eat “fried meat with bamboo shoots” (teach children a lesson with bamboo shoots). Then I applied some red potion myself, and it would be better in one night……

I decided to write about it. Fei laodajin finally wrote about four lines on small letter edition. The word “arm” cannot be written, so he raised his hand and asked the teacher. The teacher wrote the two words on the blackboard, noted pinyin and tone, and took me to read them three times.

The teacher must have read the homework written by the students very carefully. The next day, the teacher called me to his office. As soon as I entered the door, the teacher pulled up my arm and looked at it, then asked me if I still hurt? I said it would be fine long ago. The teacher touched my head lovingly and said, it was all bad for the teacher. The teacher apologized to you, and the teacher promised that it would not happen in the future.

It made me uncomfortable for an elder who was several years old to talk to a child who was several years old. I remember I am blushed at that time and left the teacher’s office like running away.

Fortunately, the matter of raising opinions has finally passed. I don’t know if those high school students are embarrassed teachers.

One day after self-study, I sent our group’s homework to the teacher’s office. When the teacher reached for the exercise book, I was stunned-the teacher’s long nails were gone. Looking at the teacher’s fingers, I suddenly felt strange.

The teacher cut his long nails, and I felt very uncomfortable. I didn’t dare to look at the teacher for several days. The teacher is just like nothing.

Time is really fast. I graduated from primary school in a flash. He left the primary school and the teacher. Besides, I never saw the teacher again after leaving.

No goodbye does not mean forgetting. Looking back on the matter of cutting nails in those years, while feeling the teacher’s kindness, I always felt that the teacher didn’t have to change his habit of keeping for decades because of my childish behavior. As we can imagine, the teacher’s nails, like his beard, are a deliberate modification, which has become his unique symbol and remains deeply in our cognition of him. I often think that this self-modification habit formed over the years is like a person’s dressing, which contains his personality, his confidence and even his dignity. But when all this is going to be changed against one’s will, I can’t imagine how tangled and struggling the teacher’s heart was in those days……

Every time I think about this over the years, my heart is still very guilty. To write it out after several decades is also to show my heart to the teacher. The teacher can’t see it, but I will feel at ease.

Zan (prose editor: Yue ran) remember the past, a little more youth without any regrets

Lao Gen said: I have a new idea. Draw the scene of Nangang reservoir more carefully. Let’s remember the past and have more youth…

Silly girl

Before last October, I worked and lived in Hongqiao town. This is an ordinary small town in southern Sichuan, the only one that can highlight local characteristics…

You have to go, I will go with you

Recently, I have been listening to teacher Jiang Xun talking about a dream of Red Mansions. I really think it is quite good! He said such an interesting…

Birthday soul

I stood up and stared at the kind name on your tombstone. The warmth of the tombstone gradually dispersed. I raised my head and the sky was clean…

Liu Ma and her son

Wang Xin, the eldest son of Liu Ma, finally became a family at the age of 32, but she always felt uneasy. The ins and outs of things are really difficult…

The Gleaners under the persimmon tree

Lao Gen was silent and a little sad. He thought of Xiaofang, who had liked him when he was young. (Xiaofang: now they are educated young people who liked the countryside…

In the early morning, the annual Spring Festival is coming, and firecrackers are faintly ringing outside the window. “Hey, I haven’t seen you for a long time. How are you recently? I’m really happy to see you. If there is no accident, we won’t meet again in the future, will we, after you left, I changed several dressing styles and learned to compare my heart…….” I said. The only gentle answer: “Well, are you better now?” “Well, I always dream about you and repeat the scene on the day when I broke up. I am very sad, but I can restrain myself. It’s okay. I will get better slowly,” I said with a smile. The only one: “It will pass. I still have something to do. I’ll be busy first”. I repeated a sentence in my heart: “Wait a minute, let me see you again.” But in the end, I couldn’t say it. I watched the only back silently and went away a little bit. I cried suddenly. Like a little child, I almost forgot the way you miss me. At this moment, I felt a voice beside me shouting, “Xiao Jian, why is the light still on, Don’t rest so late, don’t stay up late, go to bed soon, and go to New Year’s greetings later.” I replied, “OK, I’m going to bed.” I thought: the last meeting was actually in a dream. Sit up and rub the confused eyes, wipe the tears away, turn off the light, curl up and slowly fall asleep.

Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) remember the past, a little more youth without any regrets

Lao Gen said: I have a new idea. Draw the scene of Nangang reservoir more carefully. Let’s remember the past and have more youth…

Silly girl

Before last October, I worked and lived in Hongqiao town. This is an ordinary small town in southern Sichuan, the only one that can highlight local characteristics…

You have to go, I will go with you

Recently, I have been listening to teacher Jiang Xun talking about a dream of Red Mansions. I really think it is quite good! He said such an interesting…

Birthday soul

I stood up and stared at the kind name on your tombstone. The warmth of the tombstone gradually dispersed. I raised my head and the sky was clean…

Liu Ma and her son

Wang Xin, the eldest son of Liu Ma, finally became a family at the age of 32, but she always felt uneasy. The ins and outs of things are really difficult…

The Gleaners under the persimmon tree

Lao Gen was silent and a little sad. He thought of Xiaofang, who had liked him when he was young. (Xiaofang: now they are educated young people who liked the countryside…

The peach blossom

As soon as I entered the mountain ditch, I saw the peach blossom.

The Peach Blossom is blooming brightly, like fire and also like Xia.

Still in that place, on the familiar hillside, it was still so delicate and affectionate.

In fact, that is not one. If you look at it, it is three. However, I always think it is one, and I look at it every year, which is the only striking brilliance in the mountain.

I seem to remember that there were two trees last year. Maybe the one which was a little far away was newly grown. I am not sure. If it is, it has grown so high inadvertently.

Around the peach tree, there are birch oak trees and persimmon trees, which are not high, and there are wild rose trees and various weeds, which I know.

I also know that in the flat ground below the peach tree hillside, there was originally a temple, which was only three or four houses with concrete walls and tiles. The Meeting was held on lunar July 12 every year, and it was crowded with people. The usual secluded small gully, there is even a small stall selling food. I know that every lunar January 1, my father will burn incense and set off firecrackers at the gate of the temple to thank the gods for their blessing to our family.

I also know that not far from the peach tree hillside, on the road of Panshan, my father and I used to pick wheat with hanger, all wet with sweat. My father’s waist hurts, and he gritted his teeth and insisted.

I also know that there are narrow curved paths on the top of Panshan Road. From there, we drove the cattle to the slope to eat grass. I was on holiday, usually my mother, father when it rains.

However, it is gone now. They wanted to mine. My Dream Village was gone, the temple was gone, people’s laughter was gone, and the cow’s Moo was gone, that was the path, also buried by quicksand, buried by years, only to see the vague past.

In the forest on the mountain, leaves are blooming, goose yellow, light green or light white, vibrant and clear, but they no longer belong to us and already belong to nature. Although I know, there are dark red cloth cloth flowers, purple Bunge Corydalis herb, and Wild Rose Bud, which tastes astringent and sweet.

There must be few people coming. The Wormwood on the road is taller than people. The small trees also stand in groups to the middle of the road, and the roots or vines trip my feet. All kinds of small flowers and delicate white Artemisia are also scattered all over like stars in the sky or men on a chessboard on the road.

I only come here twice a year to my father’s grave!

The sky is clear and the woods are clear. I looked at the Woods with tears. It was the place where my father left us suddenly. He was still working for us at the last second of his life. Father who suffered from hardships and hardships!

Fifteen years have passed, and things are not human. Without my father’s shelter, my beloved wife left me forever three years ago. In this world, there is no mountain to rely on, no warm embrace, only this residual life, lonely and cold.

We knelt in front of my father’s grave. The wind came from nowhere. The burning paper and money scorched my face and my waist ached faintly.

There was a lot of rain two days ago. The water passed through the pants and the knees were cold. We were silent, father was silent, the woods were silent, and the mountains were silent. We could only hear the sound of streams flowing, you can only see the smoke slowly dissipating in the air.

In recent years, many times in our small mountain village and in our home, my father talked quietly and my wife talked quietly. However, there was nothing left.

Returning to the county, there always appeared the peach blossom blooming alone, the quiet green hillside, and the place where Cuibai hid his father’s long sleep covered with grass!

April 4, 2021

Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) remember the past, a little more youth without any regrets

Lao Gen said: I have a new idea. Draw the scene of Nangang reservoir more carefully. Let’s remember the past and have more youth…

Silly girl

Before last October, I worked and lived in Hongqiao town. This is an ordinary small town in southern Sichuan, the only one that can highlight local characteristics…

You have to go, I will go with you

Recently, I have been listening to teacher Jiang Xun talking about a dream of Red Mansions. I really think it is quite good! He said such an interesting…

Birthday soul

I stood up and stared at the kind name on your tombstone. The warmth of the tombstone gradually dispersed. I raised my head and the sky was clean…

Liu Ma and her son

Wang Xin, the eldest son of Liu Ma, finally became a family at the age of 32, but she always felt uneasy. The ins and outs of things are really difficult…

The Gleaners under the persimmon tree

Lao Gen was silent and a little sad. He thought of Xiaofang, who had liked him when he was young. (Xiaofang: now they are educated young people who liked the countryside…

Charming love

Seriously

I’m confused

I don’t know

Why are you confused

Maybe

Because one

Emotion without seeing the ending

Or a copy

The situation I never thought

Some people say

I am the most grounded poet

However

Those so-called people

As the most emotional poem

Nothing more than yourself

The most lonely mood

I don’t want to do it

What poet

I just want to make one

Ordinary people

OK

Sunrise

Sunset

Every

Sunset

With the person you love

Lin Yin whispered

Walking sunset

But I still

Unable to walk in

That expectation

…………

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…

Why is farmhouse so popular?

Time: 7.20 author: Li Liren

First, the government supports farmers to strive for a beautiful life, and supports policies to help the construction of farmhouse entertainment.

Second, since the reform and opening up, the living standard of our people has been greatly improved. The consumption concept of farmers ranges from eating well to eating well and dressing happily. This change in consumption concept has also promoted the construction of farmhouse entertainment in China.

The third is. The mode of making money for farmers has changed from tradition to active struggle. They do not strictly guard the three-point field of that Mu and rely on the sky to eat.

Fourth, our country takes overall consideration, protects the environment, has green water and green mountains, and is also Jinshan Yinshan. As the environment becomes beautiful, the conditions for farmhouse entertainment will be possessed. In addition, with the development of the current network, the network promotes the spread of farmhouse entertainment to all parts of the country. There are many tourists visiting. The farming business model is much more scientific

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…

Night listening

It’s rain, I can hear it.

Although raindrops are rare, it must be rain, because I heard the sound of it breaking on the window glass.

It saw the warm light in the room. It wanted to escape, but it was broken.

It must be scared and desperate. It fell into tears and flowed down, soon covered with dust.

However, it finally escaped in, into my ears and into my heart.

The wind, with a shrill cry, is also running away. In the dark night, it has nowhere to escape.

It carries fallen leaves all over the sky, and the fallen leaves have nowhere to escape. Even if they hide in a corner and look at their strangers in panic, they have nowhere to escape.

Yesterday was lunar October. The fallen leaves were not countless tears poured by relatives, with hopeless bright red bloodshot.

It was already dark, and the light, the struggling warm light, was also broken on the wall, on the ground, torn, beaten, frightened and helpless.

It was already winter, and the Sunshine gradually went far. The cold, the bitter cold poured into the wind. It wanted to escape, and it had nowhere to escape.

The tree was resisting and gritted its teeth to resist. Although it was upside down and staggered, it still resisted.

However, they no longer have bright clothes, bright laughter and upward momentum. They are pale, untidy and withered. They can’t resist the season.

It has been like this during the day today. The sky is gray. No, to be exact, it is gray in the air. The sky can no longer be seen. The sun seems to be crumpled into messy dust, while the clouds have fallen into the dust. There were fallen leaves everywhere in the street, running around without thinking, like deserters fending everywhere, sardine groups strangled by sharks, and frightened eyes of various shapes and colors. Some groups were thrown into the air, just like being thrown into the gray abyss, numb and dull, and could not return to the Earth. People did not speak, narrowed their eyes slightly, and ran away in a hurry. They were all down and out who dared not resist.

I didn’t open the window half a minute. The topsyturvy world swarmed in. Two fallen leaves rolled in, one in the co-driver, one in the back row, turned over a few times and lay there quietly, I seemed to hear their breathing.

In my world, since you left, it has always been cold and bitter with withered leaves flying. How can I take them in?

When I stopped the car, I threw them away. Before they could land, the ubiquitous whirlwind swept them away. They were wrapped in my watch and could not find any trace soon.

But now it is a dark night, with the wind whistling and whistling the devil. In the night without XINGX and moon, it is wantonly rushing with cold teardrops, with colorful falling life.

I curled up on the sofa, like a gaunt fallen leaf, like a desert island surrounded by night, tears blurred my eyes.

November 16, 2020

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