At the end of last August, I made an appointment with several pen pals to go to Hangzhou. We had fun playing in the West Lake painted by Feng Jingsheng for two days. When we lingered, the host persuaded again and again that since we came, why not go to Qiandao Lake? It’s really beautiful there. It’s definitely worth your visit! Qiandao Lake? That’s where I miss so much! In addition, with such a good opportunity, we hurriedly put down our glasses and drove to the fairyland in our hearts. When we got there, it was drizzling. We boarded a tourist ship called “Qingyu”, which had two upper and lower floors. The four of us sat down around a window eight-immortal table on the ground floor, indulge yourself in the beautiful lakes and mountains. The beauty of Qiandao Lake is extremely beautiful and incomparable. Countless Chinese and foreign literati have already described her spinal cord incisively and vividly. I dare not comment on it, she could not find a suitable word to describe her existence, for fear of being reviled by others because of her bad writing. What I want to say is another thing that makes me stab my heart and lung. On the lake of Qiandao Lake, there are many two-storey yachts like us, everyone is bathing freely in our leisure and happiness. On the boat, you can eat, enjoy, take photos, sing and dance…… My pen pals and I were comparing poems with each other on the boat. Suddenly, a red convenient plastic bag was flying leisurely from the second floor. This huge convenient plastic bag shook with waves in the Green Lake, it seems to be out of proportion and even particularly annoying. At first, a few white, yellow and other colored convenient plastic bag were floating one after another, just like colorful clouds falling from the sky. We were all very angry at that time, I even got up to go upstairs and theorize with those people under the quality, but I was forcibly held by my companions. But at this moment, a speedboat in the distance came towards us rapidly. The speedboat stopped about 100 meters ahead of us, and a particularly fat female foreigner emerged from the cabin, while she was making gestures, she shouted desperately at our ship, “Yan. No.. No.”, it means “No, absolutely not!” Her cry was so hysterical, like a crazy Lion. The waves in the lake also seemed to rush to the sky in her roar. Around four, the guests on the five cruise ships were shocked by the sudden roar. They stretched out their heads to visit each other and saw the fat woman lying on the edge of the speedboat with difficulty, I am determined to use my hands to catch convenient plastic bag floating in the water. I do not know whether it is sweat, rain or tears, flowing down her cheeks, dripping into the lake, like a string of scattered glittering pearls. There were still two foreigners in the cabin, probably afraid that she would fall into the water and one person was pulling one of her legs behind. Seeing this scene, my heart felt a burst of pain, and my face felt a burst of fever. I felt so ashamed that I couldn’t find a hole to drill down in the lake, I really wanted to rush to the second floor and strangle the guy who threw convenient plastic bag to death alive. The interest in playing just now disappeared immediately. I asked my pen pal for a cigarette from my never smoking. After lighting, I quickly got off the boat and went back to the hotel alone. (Author’s brief introduction: Huang Hongxuan, male, member of Chinese Prose Writers Association, member of Chinese oriental writers creation center, member of Jiangsu Writers Association, National third-level creator, in various publications, more than 900 works have been published on the website, and more than 10 essays have won awards in competitions at all levels, and essays “my ten years” and the novel “Deep sigh” have been published) nanjing Yuying second foreign language school (No. 57 Yuying Road, Dachang District) Zip code: 210044 Tel: 13057576807 Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) remember the past, a little more youth without any regrets

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It will soon be lunar October 1 of the lunar calendar, which is the traditional ancestor worship day.

I miss my mother again.

Mother had a hard life, a hard life and a simple life. She left us four years ago.

When I think of it, among I am brothers and sisters, the child who most let mother Amoy God.

In my memory, there are many life fragments in early childhood.

Once, I didn’t know what disease I had and was hospitalized. In Hengshui town, Lin county, it was called commune at that time. I forgot all the crimes of the injection and infusion. I only remember that my mother took me to the town to let the wind go. It was about noon, the weather was fine and the sun was shining. The whole street, now I think it is on both sides of East-West Street, is full of clay portraits, which are very simple and exaggerated. The body, arms and legs are hay (millet straw) as muscles and bones, and a thick layer of mud is applied outside. The most attractive thing in the facial features is the nose, which is all tall and big. I should have asked my mother who this is, and then I knew that these were all Liu Shaoqi and Wang Guangmei. I touched this and that again curiously. Three steps one, two steps one, too much. It was around 1968,spring or summer.

Later, my mother often said that I was often hospitalized at that time. Most of the diseases are dysentery, which is very troublesome. When it is serious, the soup will not enter. My father probably thought I was too tired of my mother and said, give him a good support (care). Maybe he still expects this child when he is old.

Once I went to Lin County to be hospitalized, as if it was because of a high fever. It is also a hot summer, it should be noon. I remember there were Niang, elder sister and two elder brothers, who carried me towards the direction with TUI. I still remember that when I walked to the west ridge of the village, Niang let me drink water from time to time. The water is put in the thermos bottle with me. My mother uses the lid to pick up the water, and then feed it to me when it is cold. I don’t remember anything else. This thermos bottle has been with us for a long time. It is a thin aluminum shell, surrounded by concave vertical channels.

I didn’t become lame or tiptoe at that age, and I should also thank my parents 12 points. Among my peers, there was no lack of leg disability, because polio was prevalent in those years. Later, according to my mother, I am saw it in time and used good medicine, which escaped a disaster.

But I finally failed. It really doesn’t work. It means to die. I still remember that my mother has put on my last clothes. It is about winter, with cotton-padded jacket on the top and cotton-padded trousers on the bottom, thick and bulging. Cotton-padded jacket is purple, cotton-padded trousers are green, and the pattern is exactly the same, which is composed of black lines like vines. The fabric should be popular in that era. I was about to throw me away, but I survived again. According to the second sister, she came home from school at noon and found that I was alive again. Ma went to tell her classmates, who were also good friends and the daughter of the old Zhanshu family, it’s called Xiang er.

Now I think about it, I really didn’t drag my mother too much, which made my mother feel a lot tired.

Alas, when I think of these things, my heart is mixed.

Sadness is inevitable, but there is still warmth of accommodation.

Ah, life is short, the red dust is getting old, and the dead are like a river!

20201112 Yu Fuxi cold House

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…