Missing edge

Once remembered

I said

Your condition is too good

So

Your domineering

All men

Self-shame

Sigh

But in the world

Who is the highest

After all

There are buildings outside the building

There are mountains outside the mountain

Maybe

In the eyes of many men

You are like that

Colorful clouds dancing in the wind

You are used to it

This kind of life

And how many excellent men

In your eyes

Maybe not as good as you

The beast raised

You fly with the wind in the sky

Even if there is love in my heart

But let yourself do it

Galloping like a fly

You can end up with yourself

Can’t Fly

Love

Romantic

Love

Unrestrained

But after all, this is just an idea.

Ingrounded love and marriage

You look at each other

Run like a fool

After all, we can’t see the future.

No one can think

The heart that cannot be squeezed in is empty.

Love that cannot be eliminated

Do you want it or not

Run to the edge of the Yellow River

Jump

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…

I have to go

I have to go.

I couldn’t even light the candle, light the incense, burn the lighter, and burn my fingers.

The wind was so strong and whistled over. It seemed to drive us away, ruthlessly and cruelly.

The raindrops are very heavy. Although they are not dense, they are full of warnings and expulsions.

Just now, I sat in the car, the stuffy county, people coming and going, some in a hurry, some calmly talking and laughing, but most of them were indifferent, as if they came from another world.

Your best friend asked me, dare to go, dare not go, it looks like it is going to rain.

I didn’t answer. I am must come to see you, since I called yesterday.

Moreover, I believe that rain cannot come, because it knows that we are coming to see you, and it will leave us even a little chance. I believe God will help us.

However, there is still no after all. Oh, my God? If God is wise and kind, how could he bring such kind, warm and virtuous you away from me? How can we break up such a happy family? How can children lack irreplaceable maternal love in their whole life?

Therefore, it sent wind, rain, strong wind and heavy rain to come.

I wanted to light the candle so stubbornly, to light the incense, and to leave you even a little bit of faint warmth when we turned around and left, but it didn’t work. And I, therefore, failed to look at you quietly and talk to you silently. I couldn’t sit beside you quietly, smoking and crying.

I don’t like to come with others. I don’t want to show them sadness, and I don’t want to be strong enough to show them. We can’t be together, I know, but I just want to be with you, even on the barren hills and mountains, silently, even though you don’t say a word, so do I.

But I can’t refuse her kindness, she is your best friend. For more than two years, the world of others is still like that. Apart from the nearest relatives and friends, how many people still remember you? They have their lives and their ordinary but happy lives.

And I, although my soul is gone, still have to lower my head and walk through the streets you are familiar with, in our lonely home, in those units where others looked at me with strange eyes. Occasionally, I will raise my head, but I know that there is never such a firm and powerful pace. The head raised is just an illusion of helplessness. My head has been deeply lowered, down to the dust.

The wheat on the ridge has been harvested, and large tracts of scars stab into the sky like needles. Their golden yellow color has not lasted for a few days, and after the rain, it will be gray decay.

This cycle is over. The hope that has been sown, the exciting new green that has just emerged from the Earth, the joy of playing with the wind, the vitality of the festival, and the surprise of spitting are gone, never.

Although the world is still there, only reincarnation is left, and no one can escape the reincarnation.

Farmers who basked in wheat grains on the roadside collected their wheat grains with their heads lowered, and the rain was coming. But they would never think about the thousands of scars left in the field.

I have to go. My baby is still sleeping at home. Maybe he has already woke up. I wrote him notes left, and some words were also marked with pinyin, but I still don’t worry. I know you don’t worry either.

I’m leaving!

Next time, I will come alone and talk to you quietly.

Just Us.

May 31, 2020

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…

First sight

You were noodles strainer when I entered the door. Your profile is in the steam.

I can’t remember what I said, but the first sentence you said was: “eat noodles!”

When you speak, you smile gracefully.

I think we are so familiar with two people. I picked up the bowl and ate it without any embarrassment or embarrassment.

Soft slices of noodles, mixed with fried leeks, very fragrant!

You are wearing a red shirt with a faint black landscape of some city printed on it.

I wore a black T-shirt, which was very cheap. It must be dirty and wet with sweat, because I am came from Nanhe bridge several miles away.

I was very thin at that time, and I occasionally saw my photos at that time. I should have long hair. So do you. You also have long hair.

Aunt Xiao, the lover of her father’s friend, introduced us. You called her xiao shi and she was your workmate. This is the first time we have met.

I am a very self-abased, very inhibited person, because of family difficulties, because of the depression of more than 20 years. When I saw the girl, I blushed, but when I met you, there was nothing.

I can’t remember what we said next. That afternoon, the time was so fast.

At dusk, when we go out, I should treat you to dinner. In the restaurant on Xiangyang Road, there are two cold dishes, one of which is mustard oil Sansi, because you often said later that you helped me pick fans when I was eating for the first time.

You hardly moved your chopsticks. You sat opposite and looked at me quietly with a smile on your face.

Then, I boldly put my hand on your shoulder, and you didn’t refuse. We turned out from Xiangyang Road and walked to 30 meters Road. The night market was very lively at the crossroads. Someone was singing karaoke on the roadside. You asked me to sing to you, I sang sailor and fate.

Now I always regret why I sing these two songs! Although, these two songs were very popular at that time.

We walked along the 30-meter road to the North Ring Road and sat under a wall in the alley behind your factory. Later, you still sat in my arms.

It was the early summer season, with the cool wind blowing, we talked quietly.

Unfortunately, I forgot what I said. If I want to ask you, I will never have a chance! Never!

It was the early summer of 1996, and we have not been separated since then.

But now, we are separated forever and can’t find it again.

At that time, if only you refused me!

You won’t suffer so much with me, you won’t leave this world so early!

Even if I am still alone now, your happy laughter is still there, your fat white face is still there, still in this world that makes me despair now.

It’s a pity that I don’t know such a fate ending. If I do, I won’t see you for a lifetime!

October 4, 2020

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…

This is a combination of one man and two women.

The target male and female students are Deyong and the monitor of the basketball school team.

There is also Xiumei good friend Huiqin.

Three people who did not cross the classmate line,

On a concert night; Be fooled by the God of fate.

Deyong looked at Hui Qin, who played the violin on the stage,

She frowned slightly,

The piano with graceful pleading softens his heart at this moment.

In order to know Huiqin’s own mind, Deyong used an indirect method to find the answer.

He often talks with Xiumei,

The casual sight swept the beauty again and again; He hoped to see the reaction of Huiqin…..

This is really a contradictory moment.

Deyong not only hoped that Huiqin would be angry because of jealousy, but also hoped that she would not be angry;

But turn this jealousy into a step to get close to Deyong actively.

Deyong didn’t expect another result.

Huiqin was indifferent.

In contrast, the beautiful… with a little surprise response and acquiescence.

This is really a misunderstanding that cannot be played down; Deyong had to retreat in a hurry.

* * * * * * * *

The first high school reunion after entering the university.

The three people sat together naturally.

Introduction. This is my boyfriend.”

Xiumei brought a boy nearby closer,

The other two people noticed this strange face.

Xiumei smiled and went to another place to pick up her boyfriend.

Huiqin immediately responded by looking forward to Deyong.

Deyong felt what came from Huiqin’s eyes…..

Xiumei and I have always been good friends.”

Hui Qin’s sad eyes for him led to Deyong’s brainless words.

She was surprised.

Time goes back rapidly.

At that time, Deyong stared at Xiumei,

The pain that embarrassed Hui Qin is still vivid.

“At that time. I just want to see you jealous.”

Deyong suddenly became bold.

Huiqin’s first reaction was to avoid the meaning behind this.

After a while.

“You and Xiumei are so outstanding and match… I don’t even think you have the qualification to be jealous…..”

Deloitte was still entangled in the timid complex of that year.

“If what you said matches;

Just balance my external conditions with Xiumei on scales,

That… is too contempt for feelings.”

Deyong couldn’t help being sharp.

However.

Deyong’s sharp acidic gas also became his confession.

Hui Qin only felt a warm feeling rising from his heart.

She couldn’t help it.

“At that time… I fell in love with a boy… however,

There is another one beside him who is better than me… I hold myself…..”

He couldn’t help it either.

“At that time… I fell in love with a girl… I dare not tell her…”

Love another person,

Let him and her know.

Retain …. really not easy…..

Sincerity Sun Enli. petit story C112

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…

Unwilling to be ordinary but useless, unwilling to fail but unwilling to yield. With a lot of blood, he was young and frivolous, and he traveled alone on the road of chasing dreams. Even if he was injured, even if he was painful. I stumbled all the way and never followed your plan. When he bowed his head to fate, he always mocked you. When admitting defeat to reality, he will only shake his head at you. Maybe you haven’t done enough, maybe God is a little unfair. I don’t want to do nothing, but I always return empty-handed. It is hard to get a bosom friend in a lifetime, and it is really hard to change a favor.

Time will only change my face, but it cannot stop my dream of youth. Eager for someone to accompany, but lonely for a lifetime. No one can understand the contradictory heart, but there is some sorrow on the surface of the injury. It has not been understood or questioned by others. It is so mediocre, but it can also get a rare peace. I once thought about fighting with fate, but I didn’t have the courage to fight again. Failure always accompanied me. If you want a real situation, you always see cheating. What belongs to me is always missed, and what does not belong to me is even more difficult to find.

Youth always meets with falling, and life always misses success. I can only cry silently in the corner when I see others are blooming with bright fireworks. With a cry of youth, only the ruthlessness of the years came. All the friends around me found happiness one by one. I only had to bless silently and wait quietly to realize my desired dream. I hope that one day, I can also stand on a high place and live a life that was once beyond my expectation with my own happiness.

Don’t let go if you have a dream, and pursue if you have love. Please don’t be like me, destined to be lonely and accomplish nothing.

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…

They didn’t know how many lives they had built. They gathered together from the beginning of their memories, sharing common ideals, common friendship and common love.

All three of them have delicate double eyelids with different beauty. Their eyes are clear and clean. They are full of heroic spirit, clear water rhombus, beautiful and elegant, with deep eyes, although she doesn’t have the flamboyant beauty, her calm and magnificent temperament beauty will make no woman comparable to her. She often has a slightly shorter student head and often wears green clothes, there is a heroic bearing sense of jade trees facing the wind.

Since they were young, they studied together, played together, played together, and entered the University of Pennsylvania together. Whether they love each other or secretly love each other, the three of them all experienced the most precious moment in the world together, but their sister Hu Meier’s sad death made them feel confused……

The next morning, long kuigeng, who cried for him all night, opened his hazy sleeping eyes. There was a bright sunshine through the fan spot mapped by his old green glass wooden window, spreading out to his bed, he touched that although his heart was high and clear, he saw the watercolor horse painting painted by sister Hu Meier on his face when he got up casually, and the horses were hunting with long bristles, the four hooves were flying, and the horse’s flexibility and elegance looked exciting. In front of them, they took a final color picture with their sister Hu Meier. I saw that they were young and energetic, there were also their sister Hu Meier’s bright and sweet smile. At this time, there were a few more bloodshot from his clear and black and white pupils. The melancholy filled with eyes made people look very depressed and confused, unconsciously ask them what they have experienced, let them have a clear look, and the elegant face is so brushed.

When he got up, he simply washed his face, rinsed his mouth and brushed his teeth, but he didn’t hit a few punches as usual to warm up for the beginning of a beautiful day.

He looked around at his earth wall soil courtyard. Although The courtyard was old, it was picked up by his diligent and clever little dumb sister. His dumb sister used willow branch hanging flowerpots, all kinds of bamboo and wooden strips made of carriage and horse pavilion bridge, red ribbon tied swing, and roses raised for him, clivia, Chlorophytum, all kinds of bright green flowers were placed in front of his window, and rows of Lang in front of the House, as charming and graceful as a garden, he was very pleased.

At that moment, his small, exquisite, beautiful and lovely little dumb sister came back. He saw several thin braids left on the top of his little dumb sister’s head wrapped in a purple ribbon, it’s quite beautiful and refined. His little dumb sister won’t call him his brother, but the pure sweet smile of little dumb sister will often be put on him, making him feel intimate, he couldn’t help holding the little dumb sister, and the tears of feeling flowed out. The little dumb sister also hugged him tightly and continued to show her a pure and amiable smile, then the little dumb sister took out a big and round red apple from her pocket, and there was an attractive light under the blue sky and white clouds, holding it and letting him open his mouth to eat, he simply ate the apple that little dumb sister sent to his mouth, and his intuition was sweet and refreshing. He stroked to show sympathy to little dumb sister for their mother’s recent situation, but his little dumb sister smiled firmly at him from her green and round face. Later, his little dumb sister made breakfast for him.

Then he looked up at the sky. How blue the sky was and how white the clouds were, but there were a few more fragmented clouds than usual, but the gentle, thick and strong white clouds like mushrooms fluttered quietly in front of him, which reminded him that, it was his sister who turned into a white cloud to protect their peace and perfection all the time. Their intelligent and kind-hearted sister Hu Meier thought that she would die unfortunately, will two silly younger brothers and one silly younger sister cause impulse and trouble? So she came up with such a bright and deep discount: she wanted to turn into a white cloud and quietly went from wherever she came.

At this moment, a wind filled with dryness suddenly blew to him. His whole body was cold, and his eyes were wet with acid in his nose. In the haze, he saw the white cloud expanding more and more, it is also filled with boundless, which is probably her sister’s great love and good will for the three of them!

But on that day, he revealed how his classmate Lu Yiqin’s sister-in-law forced their sister Hu Meier to death. He also knew that his classmate Lu Yiqin was not an ordinary person. He was once upon a time in America and full of remuneration, his classmate said firmly and decisively: his sister is harmful, he must be in charge of it, and he is still committed to the woman who loves him.

How can he make the most correct choice in life when facing the two paths of love and pain?

He was trying to make his classmate Lu Yiqin act arbitrarily. In case of any mistake, the woman he secretly fell in love with lost his love and found a dead end of love like him, looking for happiness in this unrealistic memory, why is it not deeply sad and mournful to paralyze yourself intentionally? Therefore, he must stop his classmate Lu Yiqin from being impulsive, but what good strategies do he have? Therefore, he is very difficult.

So in the afternoon, he went to the paper bar opened by his mother in town to tell his mother that after all, his mother was very experienced and a veritable old college student. He graduated from Tsinghua University in his early years and stayed in school to teach, all because of his mother’s high performance, she was jealous by other senior teachers, so she simply gave up teaching and studied miracle fighter the entrance to relieve people’s difficulties.

He came to the paper tie shop opened by his mother behind the old locust tree in the south of the West Street of their town. The Paper tie shop was gloomy and horrible, because the fake paper people there were made like real people, the size of the paper is extremely delicate, so there is a constant stream of mourners.

But at noon that day, when her mother’s paper Bar closed for other reasons, he entered through the back door, but the back door was a dark window, and the room was dark and dark, just as soon as he entered the room, the scene in front of him shocked him extremely. He suddenly saw the bones of the four dead female students surrounding his sister Hu Meier’s bones on the silk cloth on the red old-fashioned square table for eight people, his uncle Ha’s eyes were dull, and he looked at these miserable and fragmentary bones, his little dumb sister, the Green Apple face, his eyes were black and bright, and he seemed to laugh, which revealed the weird, therefore, his face was red with sorrow, and he looked at him with disappointment, which was pity and surprising. Then a slap fell on his face, seeing his mother’s short hair, white without a trace of mixed hair, the complexion is purplish red, but those black and bright eyes like diamonds are calm and calm, revealing the wisdom and concentration, which makes people forget that it is not normal.

After that, three slap fell to him. I saw his uncle ha hurriedly grabbed him. His little dumb sister also hurriedly grabbed his mother’s clothes and shook his head to make her mother’s assistant, then their uncle ha eagerly persuaded his mother and said, “sister-in-law, this can’t be blamed. The three children are talented and ambitious. They come back from studying abroad, knowing that their sister Hu Meier died sadly, she wanted to uncover the mystery and give his sister justice.” His uncle ha explained to his mother that he took out the words hidden in his heart for many years and said earnestly to his mother, “these years have passed, and I have always followed Hu Meier’s last wish, her death was too unfair, who did I tell? I feel depressed! My baby asked me many times, but I didn’t tell him, but I was afraid that my baby would ask others and pass on the news. I was afraid that my baby would have worries, so I told my baby, ah, “his uncle had no choice but to give them a dull sigh, which could dull the whole West Street in their town.

“Geng er (long Kui Geng’s breast name), my silly child, you will die if you tell qiner that your sister is forced to die, sister Hu Meier,” his mother cried to him.

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 mountain Mao stretched out his head from the roof with a corn in his hand, and looked around with big eyes. Suddenly he jumped over the roof and jumped to the next bamboo forest three or two times and disappeared in the next wild cherry tree. The old house is a kind of wooden grass House. In winter, the mountain wool will be used to transport food from time to time. The old house is already very old. She has sheltered the wind and rain for several generations, and the roof of sunrise and sunset is Full of Sky. Originally, the green arrow bamboo made the years precipitate like carbon, but they were still neatly arranged. Pillars are still standing, rows of boards are still embedded, and they are connected by ancient mortise and tenon joints!

In rainy days, the eavesdrop pots under the eaves were cut out with some holes and holes, and the endless yanggou water filled the room. The wind in front of the house is always familiar at Rosewood, and the opening will be fried like flowers at mature style rosewood. Then everyone can gather together to pick pears and pears. Your family has a CABAs and his family has a back, pears are sweet but picking pears is more interesting. Later, pear tree became a stump, and then there was no later! The sweetness of pear does not lie in its sweetness, but in its uncooked taste, it is the acid involved that crept up to Uncle’s bungalow and stabbed one with bamboo stem. The old sugar pear tree behind the anterior chamber is still the same. In the furnace room where the iron was struck at the door, the handle of the air-pulling box was smooth and delicate. The burning fire and the tingling sparks of the iron were flying everywhere. Uncle’s shirt always had endless holes. There is also a clump of papaya trees, the fragrance lingering when drying papaya, and the residual fragrance of papaya in the wardrobe floating to whose heart with the wind, where did it stay?

The sky gradually darkened, and the uncle fell into the fire and threw a few potato of slag to cover it. Who rushed back to Bubalus, fed some water and put it in the dark circle behind the house, and who carried the big back of hogweed, the chicken and duck returned to the circle of chickens, and the one removed the lean coal in the coal pile. There was a sound of children laughing in the field next to him-the sheep was still peekaboo. With a little noise… you don’t come home to eat and do your homework, the lonely world becomes quiet instantly. At night, a group of people gathered around the fire and listened to grandma telling the story of the old braids! The moon is hanging alone in the half slope! Who was drunk lit only the broken soles and walked on the ridge of the rotten land.

The World Turned White when snow was piled up on the roof, and the eaves hanging upside down at eavesdrop became condensed hook. Naughty children knocked down with dried bamboo and picked up one and put it in whose vest! The snow left a string of footprints stretching far away…… A fire plate of Kang is potato, and the fire hole is not forget to put a few. The Zhen Jiao water in the pot struggled hard, as if running away from something. The peach house was going to knock through the vortex and kowtow to the surface, pointing its head at once; The stonewashed soybean milk which was squealing and ringing dropped down in circles, and the big pots were piled up layer by layer. In winter, lunar December, the old house is the most lively. Today, your house will hit the noodles tomorrow. Today, your family will push soybean milk tomorrow, and his family will push the pig noodles two days later. People will come and go again and again.

The old house is no longer there, but the hometown is still there but not the hometown once! The farther we go, the farther we leave our parents to stay alone in our hometown. The parents in our hometown are a ray of concern to us. We are also a ray of concern to our parents when we are far away from our hometown. Our hometown is a place where our ancestors live for generations, they also keep the memories of their childhood. They once had the joys and sorrows. Their parents guarded their beliefs and they guarded their inheritance!

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…