“Bauhinia of the trees are open?”

Still in the cold spring, I asked myself again and again.

“But this is just beginning of spring!”

In the kitchen, my mother began to count me.

Yes, this is just the beginning of spring. There are still some days until the Spring is warm and blooming.

But I was so eager, eagerly looking forward to the blooming of Bauhinia.

Why?

That’s because I once engraved your name on every Bauhinia tree. Every time the spring blossoms and the bauhinia flowers bloom, every flower is soaked with my deep love for you. When you appreciate the beauty of flowers and smell the fragrance of flowers, you can bathe my deep love for you.

So, I really want to surprise you, a big surprise in this spring.

If Bauhinia are in full bloom, I can see you for a long time. If Bauhinia were in full bloom, I would not be so sad and lost.

At night, I snuggled up to Bauhinia trees and looked up at the starry sky. Are there lovely you in those stars? I really want to stretch out my hand to pick a star and ask, “my most sincere XINGX, where is my beloved at this moment?”

I dreamed that I had become a fairy. I went up Kweichow Moutai, picked the brightest star and went towards you.

I said to myself, “If time permits, I will come here on the moon because of you in the world!”

I will dedicate the most beautiful and pure Bauhinia in the world to you by virtue of the stars.

Just because I love you, I became a believer of love, worshiping you, a proud and unruly Lord all my life! Just because you love you, you have become my belief in this life, and you, the indifferent Lord sherbet, are worshipping hard and dangerous!

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…

Ju Zhu is the elder brother of my hometown (the same family in Guanzhong, Shaanxi province is collectively referred to as the same family). A few years ago, he retired from the factory in the county and was one of the few city residents in the village who received retirement wages, brother Zhan Zhu also has an identity, that is, the New Beginnings cultural director in the family, who is responsible for writing the ceremonial occasions couplets, pulling accounts and deacons. He is a veritable cultural person.

During the Qing Dynasty, the native people in the village had a master who looked up the existing literature and history materials and only knew a name. It was impossible to verify that the descendants were the ones of us. The cultural gene has reached our generation. From the 1990 s to now, there have been three or five college students. They have found jobs in counties or provincial towns and lived in plain life, never bringing any changes to their hometown.

Brother juzhu was a passionate person. When he met a family in the family, he always took the initiative to go to the main family and ordered to prepare paper, account books and other items. According to the facts of the red matter and white matter, discuss the main content of couplet with the master, strive to reflect the expectations of the master and the life experience of the old man, highlight the personality and do not forget to adopt the traditional couplet sentence. The Master is full of praise for juzhu’s cultural attainments. After confirming the content of the couplet, brother Zhanzhu and his fixed partner crippled uncle were busy. The third uncle of the Cripple is also a capable person in the family. Since he was young, he didn’t go to school much because of disability. However, he learned to raise bees, went south and north, raised bees for decades. His eldest son inherited his father’s career and undertook the career of raising bees, the youngest son graduated from college and settled down in other places. His daughter married to a village near the county town. He didn’t need to stay in the wind and sleep for beekeeping, and lived a happy life at home. However, the ceremonial occasions in the family cannot lack the third uncle. Although the legs are a little disabled, it is difficult for the third uncle to deal with the big and small things. No, the ink and paper folding have already been prepared for brother Ju Zhu.

Juzhu GE run is good at writing, facing the draft, bold and powerful regular script, unrestrained, natural and unrestrained, ancient and self-contained. I asked brother juzhu privately, “Brother, when did you learn calligraphy?”, “My brother learned to write in junior high school. Later, I was asked to write ceremonial occasions in the door. Who ever thought, This ha has been written for nearly five or ten years, and no one in our door likes calligraphy any more, pass on what I have done to us”. After listening to brother Zhu, I blushed to suggestible child. Thinking that he was also a person who worked in the provincial capital in college, he did not dare to mention writing brushes and could not write couplets. Isn’t this the sorrow of contemporary education?

Brother juzhu’s wish is to find an heir who can write the family union with writing brush. It seems that it is not difficult to realize. I look around the youth in the family, I really can’t find a person who can take over brother juzhu. This is a fault on one hand. Ancestral Temple culture is the inheritance of Chinese rural areas for thousands of years. However, by nearly seventy to eighty years, the movement to break the old age has made the genealogy of many families become ashes. Our family is no exception. In the past ten years, I have asked and inquired many times. No one in the family can tell the history of the family clearly, because there is no family tree in the family, was it because the four old ones were burned, or were they missing in the circulation? I’m afraid this regret cannot be made up.

The inheritance of culture is a major event of a family and a nation. While achieving a well-off economy, we cannot forget that the inheritance of Chinese culture has just started. We have the responsibility to inherit the cultural traditions of our ancestors, write our living conditions in the 21st century with calligraphy, painting and genealogy bearing cultural genes, and continue the cultural inheritance of our ancestors.

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…

Ma Shuo and Yanqiu have been separated for almost three years.

For three years, he could never forget her. After work every day, he still habitually opened her blog to see her mood for a day, listen to her favorite love songs and taste her life for a day. Sometimes, he also made some likes and comments. Looking at her blog, he felt Yan Qiu was by his side and never went far. Sometimes she is happy, sometimes sad, sometimes lost…… What is more is her description of the rainy season in college, the dusk in her hometown and the distant snow scene, but she seldom has the memory of late autumn and Midsummer…… Because of her, Ma Shuo’s emotions have come and gone again and again.

In this way, he watched quietly every day, still making some likes and short comments, until one day, her blog was suddenly full of wedding photos of her and her husband, some of which were clear, some are very vague, and there are two lines below each photo that can’t be seen clearly: “I’m going to get married, no longer waiting for you, I don’t want to update my blog either-unless you can catch the last snowflake under my roof in this winter.”

Looking at those messy photos and reading the crooked little words, Ma Shuo felt hurt. He collapsed in the sofa without even the strength to shed tears. Slowly, he stood up and looked at her huge photo on the desk, reading her mobile phone number in his heart. Ma Shuo cried again and again. In fact, they used to love each other very much, and they have always been the golden child and Jade Girl recognized by the school. However, they broke up sadly because of several minor misunderstandings in a row. They were unwilling to apologize first and waited for each other to bow their heads. Young and stubborn, although no one wants to compromise, his heart is still full of each other…… How could a few years of emotion be said to give up?

In a blink of an eye, it has been almost three years. Ma Shuoyi has been trying to find Yanqiu and wants to say “Sorry!” to her face! “, Want to tell her in time, “I am really love you!”, I want to promise her, “If we get married, you will have the final say in our family in the future!” But he never had the courage.

Now, Ma Shuo’s parents are already old, urging him to get married again and again, and his mother forced him to die. Forced by helplessness, he always felt sorry for his parents’ kindness, but he couldn’t compromise, because his heart was really hard to put down Yanqiu. They had been in love for three years. How can the emotions accumulated in three years and more than 1,000 days and nights be easily released? Besides, there are still so many bosom words that have not been finished…… No way, in that hot summer, he could only leave his hometown and come to another city, a treasure land where they used to study and fall in love. Here, they spent four years of good time; Here, there are too many memories and sweetness between them.

This winter has come quietly, with cold winds outside, flying snowflakes. Ma Shuo was lying on the bed, looking at the be covered with snow outside, thinking of Yanqiu who was far away from home, his heart was broken! Are those wedding photos real? Why is it so vague? The last snowflake? Where the hell is she?

“I’m going to get married. I won’t wait for you any more, and I don’t want to update my blog-unless you can catch the last snowflake under my roof this winter.” Reading those vague small words, thinking about the ups and downs of these years, Ma Shuo’s heart was a little confused. In a hurry, he didn’t even take his coat. He rushed out when he broke the door……

Out of the House, Ma Shuo had no direction. He was wandering on the street aimlessly. Unconsciously, he came to a community and found that the light in Room 202, building 15 was still on, isn’t this Xuanyu community? Room 202, building 15? That was their former rental house. His heart suddenly trembled. The dim light attracted him. He was close, close, and close again. There was a lamp on the windowsill, through the thin white window screen, he clearly saw the pink chrysanthemum lamp-isn’t it his birthday present to Yanqiu? Why is there a white window screen with red roses? Is it…… Is it……

There are more and more snowflakes outside, and fairy flowers are scattered on Ma Shuo’s head. Suddenly, he was drunk! Stretching out his arms, Ma Shuo caught a snowflake and flew to Room 202…… (Huang Hongxuan, a member of Chinese Prose Writers Association, a member of Chinese oriental writers creation center, a member of Jiangsu Writers Association, a national third-level creator, has published more than 3,000 works in various publications and websites, more than ten essays have won awards in competitions at all levels, publishing essays “my ten years” and the novel “Deep sigh”)

Nanjing Yuying second foreign language school (No. 57 Yuying Road, Jiangbei New District, Nanjing)

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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…

Written on wedding anniversary

Leaning lightly on the balcony, the moonlight was like water, pouring down the ground, spreading out his palm, holding a Little Moonlight, sticking to my love, rubbing into your heart, making you feel my Moonlight tenderness. It is also a festival for you and me, with the tip of the pen given by affection and written on Moonlight paper. I hope I can revel your face, pour your smiling face and love for my whole life.

No matter how beautiful the fireworks are, they are always beautiful in an instant. No matter how beautiful the love is, it cannot match rice vinegar oil and salt. When Love Comes to the end, it is plain to find a companion who understands your heart. All kinds of topics can never be finished, repeated language does not feel tired, asking tens of millions of times, scolding and blaming are also so warm. You are the companion who knows my heart best. Your arms are the harbor of my spirit. Your smiling face makes my heart ripple. My shoulder is your love in your whole life, my hands are your support when you are tired. Only you know my heart best, because you know it, so you feel the same, because you know it, so you move your heart, because you know it, so a look is enough to connect.

I just want to pick a flower, but I have the whole spring. The Four Seasons change, my world is always full of flowers, spring is full; Life is full of five flavors, my life is full of birds and flowers, laughter is natural. Three thousand weak water, I only take one scoop, thousands of flowers, I pick you one. You are the most beautiful flower in my heart, the tenderness of the whole life turns into the rain and dew that moistens you, the sunshine of the three students is to warm you, carefully care, let you bloom the most long-lasting amorous feelings, spit out the most fragrant fragrance of flowers.

The years are pushing, the time is walking, the appearance is easy to grow old, the corners of fish lines, and the blue silk is white.

You are still my bride, charming my life, exquisite my emotion, and dancing at night red candle romantic;

You —- still simple and gentle, the fragrance is faint and charming, and the smile is bright and bright. It is the first time to meet each other;

You — still gentle and elegant, not soft and sweet, not love love lingering, never forget the love long;

You — still beautiful and dignified, raising the case with both eyebrows and petrels, drawing eyebrows and admiring mandarin ducks, Fenglin looked at the oblique sun side by side.

Happiness is very simple, as long as I see your smiling face every day; Happiness is not far away, as long as I miss each other. With you around, a year is like a day, without you, a day is like a year. Your company is the most comfortable, your intimate and warm. People only have a lifetime, so they don’t want too much; There is only one heart, so they must love you for a lifetime.

The longest love is unbreakable in the plain; The most intimate warmth is the dependence and companionship in the wind and rain. Looking back more than ten years, the walking road was covered with petals, and the light fragrance spread around. The road ahead still needs your company. We hand in hand, pass through the vicissitudes of the sea, cross the trifles, even if there is wind and rain, go to the difficult and dangerous gate together, warm your heart with each other’s true feelings, stick to my oath, enrich each other’s years, go to the other side of happiness, share white hair romance.

Come on, stretch out your left hand and put it in my hand. Wait until the next ten years, I will write another article and give it to you —- my constant love and affection. Let’s play together with qinse, a song eternal in the heart.

Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour

After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon…

Enter June

In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

The confusion of summer night

I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool…

Love story

Lover dies, lover…

The years have forgotten the smile, which is as dreamy as water; Looked up and saw the stars, like flowers, like gorgeous; Once turned over the mountain top, boundless and boundless; Recall crossing the river, returning to spring. Time flies, with a little tiredness and relief, gradually as the drifting REDLEAF is blown away by the cold wind, the pine and cypress in the mountain still stands, but from a distance, it is already the sunset, and the delicate sunset glow faded away for clouds on the horizon. In the evening, the Red Light said, without dialogue, night had fallen; Outside the window, the sky was blooming, everything was accompanied, just waiting for the light to return. Through the bright moonlight, the lonely back stood upside down beside him for a long time, burying the dim light at will and wandering in the infinite dark corridor in the forest. The cold wind whistled, diluting the existing warmth on the body until only bursts of coolness poured into my heart. The thoughts involved were frozen by cold and could not be relieved. In the past, I recalled the good situation of be covered with snow, but sighed the light and seamless calm of the lost water. Winter snow will eventually melt in the light of the future, and finally quietly infiltrate the vast earth. Perhaps, this is fate. 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…

Heavy

I know, this is an illusion.

I think I am is on a boat, upstream.

The ship was smooth without any turbulence. I put my hands on the cement railing. I couldn’t feel the coolness, but I felt the cool wind blowing through my internal organs.

I stepped on the ground with one foot on the base of the railing. I know I am is a little dizzy and my legs are numb.

The ship went up smoothly, and my eyes could even feel the scenery changing.

But I know clearly that this is an illusion.

In front is the river water, wide and calm. Rubber retaining dam is right in front of us. The lower surface of the dam is a willow tree that is not tall and slightly embarrassed, a winding shallow waterway that is easy to meet, a small variety of dirty stones, and listless.

The dam is full of water, which extends quietly not far away. It has the same ripples and seems to flow upward.

The water is not clear, but it is also clean. Nothing reflected in it. In the gray autumn day, the sun hid in the clouds. No one visited this water, even a bird.

Two pieces of willow leaf are near the water surface, dark brown, I don’t know where they come from, maybe they don’t know themselves. They look light. With their tails, they swam up hard, as if they wanted to go back to their hometown. However, they were hopeless. They were still in place, and slowly and unconsciously retreated downstream, although they are unaware of themselves.

A slender willow branch, also dark brown, slowly went down from them. Obviously, Deadwood is more intelligent.

I saw my shadow in the River Center water 20 to 30 meters away.

Last year, a few months earlier than now, I sat there.

There used to be a long sand pile. At the end of the sand pile, the river water bent over there. There were many stones there. I sat on a stone, watching the river and singing sad songs.

The sunset shone from behind. I only saw the shadow of my head. My body was covered by sand piles without any warmth.

There are also several green aquatic plants, alone and helpless, at my feet, a few small piles of spiral sand beaches, and two dead white cranes far away.

There are also dense aquatic plants near the water, and the lonely broken butterfly struggled to throw into it without trace.

And in the diversion canal near the bank, a little boy was swimming slowly and touching the Anodonta naked.

But now, all this has sunk at the bottom of the river which is not deep, together with the golden sunset, the green grass, the sad crying me, and the ordinary years.

I look at the place where you sleep. I can’t see your shadow. There are only messy houses in the world and gray days without gaps in the distance.

TTL is still there, silent. The water came from there, although it was only a small spring and a narrow shallow stream, but it was enough to drown all this. In silence, it drowned all this, submerged this time and remained unchanged.

That may be the source of happiness, but it is more sadness and farewell.

I know that I am illusion, the small garden of the riverbank, King Whyte and galsang flower blooming, colorful, with calm and cold.

I looked up to the sky, there was still no gap to find, tears flowing on my face.

September 20, 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…

p /p maybe one day don’t send friends again; Maybe one day don’t brush space; Maybe one day don’t write thoughts; Maybe one day, all the time is frozen at that moment; Maybe, I have never said that I still miss you before that day comes. Maybe, until that day, my heart will never get what I want. Maybe……! You will know that I have been out of time and become obsession. Looking for you in the corner of the city, just to surround you and feel your most beautiful face and warm fingertips, the most fragrant long hair shawl, sleepless, lingering, just for you to look at me before I disappear, looking for the moment I disappear in your eyes, flashing the brightest point, that was before I left, all the memories drew the most beautiful circle for you, just for you! In the next life, you must not return to the previous life. If you return to the world too early, you will rub shoulders with you again. With the obsession of the tenth generation, you will sleep with your husband and wife for the rest of your life! How far is it from the tenth world in this life? Have you ever remembered that I missed you in every world and looked back at you and stopped to remember!

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…

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…

Recall……

I remember

I said

Someone guessed that you were me.

Spiritual Love

It was funny at first

But as time flies

After too much understanding

I find more and more

My spirit

It’s really getting more and more inseparable from you

Once remembered

You told me

If I am

I want to heal you

If not

I think you are well

Look to the future

Hard work

Come on

Since it is doomed

Spiritual inseparable

Then be a confidante

Not bad

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…

No reverse consideration

Life

It’s just a big net

Let you

Indecisive

Standing

Crossroads

Confused

I don’t know

Where to go

Since the selected

Shouldn’t be

Fear

Life

Not so much

Time and opportunity

Let you

Hesitating

Find the right direction

It should be

Go to the dream place

Life

Not much

Can regret chess

Big loss

Come again

Even though

That’s just

After failure

Self-comfort

We have already

No longer Young

We are no longer

Young and frivolous

Can’t afford to lose

The only thing that can be done

Or don’t do it

Or

If you do it, you won’t lose.

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…