Spring is gone

The fourth spring after you left.

I am at home alone.

Turning off the light, darkness and loneliness rushed over and swallowed me instantly. Tears slipped down my face quickly. The house was very quiet. I seemed to hear the sound of tears falling down.

I sat on the small bench in the kitchen, with only dark red cigarette butts and bright windows outside the window.

A fine example sharp noise came from the yard. The little baby went to the third sister’s house. The third sister missed him and wanted to stay with him all night.

I know the woods in the yard, the flowers that should bloom and fall are all falling. When I came home, I had already seen that spring had been deeply submerged by the years.

And those flowers, those tender leaf, those spring, I only cast a shallow glance. They may have seen me and walked by silently and lifelessly every day. Sometimes the baby is around, one high and one low. Baby is happy sometimes. I also smile and joke. However, they must have noticed that when my baby didn’t look at me, I was tired and sad.

I just passed by spring, a shadow of passing years, often wearing a messy gray hair.

Sometimes, baby holds a small flower, a few leaves and a few grass in his hand. He often runs over in a hurry and comes up to him to smell those flowers. He loves beauty, he is naive. Originally, he should also be happy and happy.

However, those flowers, those grass and leaves had already withered and I threw them into the trash can. Last weekend, the small apricots he picked must have withered without any brilliance.

The bowl I had eaten a few days ago was placed on the stove in a mess, looking at me silently with my head bowed and tears. Since you left, they have lost their luster like me, I lost my soul.

I know those winter jasmine, those Magnolia, those apricot flowers, those peach blossoms, those Li Hua flowers and large rape flowers in the fields. I used to like them so much, just like you like them, however, now, I only see a piece of the Rose, a flower tree, but I can no longer see their charm, their delicacy and delicacy, I can’t smell their fragrance either. The faint fragrance of flowers is refreshing and sweet in memory.

This spring, I only remember that it was hot and cold. Three months ago, there used to be a few days warmer than now. Remember some rain, untimely, completely the taste of autumn. I remember some cold, accompanied by layers of thick clouds, and there were chilling spring snow on the top of the far TTL. I remember drinking with my closest friends twice, drinking unconscious, being helped by my friends, and crying in the street. I remember some wine bars. I ate dishes silently and drank wine, which was a lonely visitor and lonely soul in the bustling world.

Of course, I can’t forget to take my baby to the mountain fields in spring. Sometimes my baby is gambol, sometimes it is sensible and strong that does not match his age.

Between Heaven and Earth, two figures, one high and one low, made me summon up courage, remind me and tell me that spring is beautiful and promising.

He is not at home tonight. I turned on the lamp, and the shadow fell on the wall, mottled, without human form.

It is said that when you are alone, Shadow is a person’s soul.

2021-4-16

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…

Heart dream

Not late night

Better than late night

After all

The years turned White

I just don’t accept the old

Maybe I dare not be old

Because I don’t admit defeat

Actually

My heart is so fragile

I just don’t want

Fate

Let nature take its course

Because in my heart

Have a Dream

No.

No nostalgia

Don’t have to go

After all

Space-Time

Not to mention

Good Moon Flowers

Can each other

There is one

Wait quietly

Not for others

Only

King’s Song

It will make you feel restless

Regression

Calm

Flat Wind

I don’t know

The heart of oneself

Why after meeting you

A wild horse

Become one

Gentle sheep

Which part is in my heart

Silent expectation

But this dream in my heart

Is that it?

Shaving pick

There are always some

Wishful thinking bitter

Hidden in the bottom of my heart

Can’t say……

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…

My Lin: your honeymoon, a toast, a voice of sister-in-law, the future’s unintentional hand-in-hand must be a past life!

In a twinkling of an eye, we have been in love with each other for 14 years, but today we have to say to you: Don’t leave me! Really, you can’t leave me alone. Originally, you were not a cruel woman, but why do you have to stay away from me today? You know: my heart is broken now!

When the children were in kindergarten, you were living in Northeast China. Lively Peng often studied and played with Rong in my house and watched them do their homework. In primary school, you and Dong came and went to pick them up and drop them off, in high school, teacher Wu Jun, the head teacher, didn’t have my phone number and Peng couldn’t leave the school gate. After graduating from Peng university, I started a business for the first time. I was not at ease. I let my friends go to see it, but the children went out to play and did not meet them. Peng Tibet could not get a ticket. I contacted the Lhasa municipal government.

Lin: remember? When you were 36 years old, you were still playing at my house during the Mid-Autumn Festival. There was bad news on the 16th day after you went up. Then you left the sad place. In the following four years, we got along like brothers and sisters, unintentional text messages, the beginning of love, my sentence “I think of you day and day, hug you night and night”, my words “wife: I Miss You”, my one “who will accompany me tonight”, your “you accompany me”, we are together.

Today, 14 years later, I have to say to you: Don’t leave me!

One night’s sorrow dyed white hair, but this sorrow was not so simple as dyeing white hair. But my love for you has been quilt rack on the cross, and I am being punished and beaten. My suffering is not just these, but the most helpless thing you have to go. The separation at this moment is a ruthless attack. At this moment, each other’s silence makes you and I feel more worried. I don’t know when I can escape from this punishment.

Looking out of the window with dull eyes, the gloomy sky seems to be drizzling, isn’t it rain? I looked out of the window, which seemed to be endless rain like tears in my heart. This seemingly endless rain can never wash away my sadness. For 14 years, I have been in love with each other, but now I have gone to the empty heart. At this moment, the emptiness and weakness hit my heart with all my strength, I looked at the sky hopelessly, looking at the seemingly endless rain in my eyes, everything was so blank.

When will Lin return? A lonely hearts is waiting for you. This deep sorrow, waiting for lovesickness, I am touching my heart, thinking about what you once had. I really miss you, you are the splendid one I love, the one you captured I am. You left me helplessly, but I can’t be indifferent to you, because I really love you.

The wind, flowers, snow and Moon go, and the heart of loving you is still the same. I will keep the bright moon and think of you all night long. No matter it is windy or rainy, I will never stop. I will wait for you to grow old and grow old, and for you to return to the West hand in hand.

At the moment, my Lin is on his way to Shanghai.

8:00 am on June 10th, 2002

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 October this year, several college students met me to come to my work place for leisure and vacation.

A few days ago, a strange phone called my mobile phone. I picked up the phone: “Hello, who is it?” A woman’s voice came from the other end of the phone: “Guess who I am?” I thought for a moment and said, “Sorry, listen to the voice, I…… I really can’t remember.” A happy laugh came from the phone and said, “Your College classmates! I am Hanjie. I can remember you, jiuman classmate!”

Hanjie! A small and exquisite girl from Henan. It looks so delicate! In my mind, her beautiful image of that year appeared instantly.

She told me that she was looking forward to coming to Yangjiang Hailing Island to see me and participate in a small gathering of classmates.

To me, I can see the dream lover in the place where I work and live. For me, that kind of joy is no less than fan Jinzhong.

In the following days, I outlined the intersection with Han Jie countless times, the passing past and her old face. It’s a pity that many stories have melted slowly in the distant years, hazy in the soft feelings like fog.

That evening, I greeted my classmates from afar at the gate of the hotel.

Looking at her dignified and gentle, I had mixed feelings with her former classmates. I never thought that after many years, Han Jie not only turned white, but also had some charm of Vice Premier Wu Yi in appearance and speech and behavior. The Knife of the years is really not sure. It can not only cut my hair sharply, but also carve Han Jie in a round and round way.

Faint, some loss, some comfort……

Meet again after a long time, shake hands, say hello, haha. One by one, the faces that have gone through vicissitudes of life, and the students are all really old.

As soon as she saw me, she greeted me-“Hi! Nine full!” Hearing her calling me, my heart warmed up again and blurted out: “Han Jie!”

This was the first time I called her name. Four years in college, I must have spoken to her, but I never called her name. In the student age, I am an introverted person, who was not good at words, and his academic performance was particularly poor, and his image was not natural and unrestrained, boys like me are not qualified to call the name “Han Jie” directly.

Today, I called Han Jie’s name gracefully, even I was a little surprised.

I was very enthusiastic to help Han Jie carry her luggage. Accidentally, my hand touched her arm. A warm current spread from my palm to my whole body. In an instant, I was full of happiness.

In July of that year, we broke into pieces and started our own jobs. Since then, Han Jie and I have only met once. Because the meeting time was very short, and I didn’t dare to look at her face seriously, so in my impression, she was still the same as that of that year, raven black tresses, well-proportioned slim figure, A pair of big eyes with spirit water, a little delicate, a little shy, looks healthy and full of vitality. However, I saw her entity again today, not only surprised but also sighed!

The next day, after lunch, Han Jie asked me to go to the hotel lobby to catch up.

I waited for her in the lobby of the hotel early, and she came slowly. As soon as I saw her, I ran to meet her. Then, my heart followed her steps and floated in the hotel lobby full of happiness.

We talked as we walked, while my little eyes were wandering on her: the eyebrows and corners of her eyes had the amorous feelings of a mature woman, calm and calm, and there was an unspeakable charm between a smile. But her instant manner also made me vaguely smell the once green. Her face was full of red, lined on the plain shirt, like the Red Apple waiting to be picked in autumn, which was sweet in one bite.

She sat down on a sofa facing the sea and said hello to me, “old classmate, sit!”

In the face of the goddess in my mind that year, I didn’t have the previous blush and heartbeat. I said, “remember the last Guangzhou Party, I also went to the station to pick you up and send you. It’s another ten years. Are you okay?”

“Not bad. Still the same. I was assigned to the Provincial Investment Group when I just joined the work. I worked very hard and often had to travel. Now, I work in a consulting company in Zhengzhou, which is easy and free and convenient to take care of my family. Old schoolmate, I didn’t expect that your character has not changed at all. You are still humorous and funny, but your hair is not that handsome black and shiny boy.” She said softly, I could hear that there was no sadness in her words.

Her eyebrows were locked tightly, perhaps because she had just left the unit where she had been working for nearly 30 years. I understand that I have also experienced the loss and fear of leaving the familiar environment and crowd many times and facing the unknown future alone.

The sea breeze gently blows our hair.

I looked at Han Jie silently and said slowly, “after taking part in the work, what we welcome is the ordinary life. Ordinary work, ordinary life, like me, have worked for 30 years and are still busy on the construction site, achieving nothing. Now that I am old, I have no choice but to live for the rest of my life.”

Floating in the memory of youth, I seem to hear the sighs and complaints left in my heart by the distant years.

In this way, we walk between history and reality in a kind of consternation, harmony and calm, enjoying the warmth and joy of reunion.

The breeze blows across the sea, sparkling, red pieces……

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…

“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

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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

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