The soft light gently covered the White Paper. I lifted the pen and stared at the paper under it, but I couldn’t do it for a long time. Hesitating, hesitating, because I don’t know what to leave on this paper. I can’t stain this piece of paper, just like a knight shouldn’t kiss a princess’s hand casually. The mosquito flew back at my hesitantly hand. Sometimes, the dragonfly gently kissed on my hand like a little water, and ran away as if the child who had done something wrong was afraid of the reprimanding of his parents. Mosquito, mosquito, what are you hesitating about? The night wind blew away the paper on the desk, so pieces of brilliance flew in the air, dazzling people. I stood up, closed the window, refused the call of the wind, and locked the night outside. But the night was so persistent, rushing into the room, enveloping the light just now. The darkness raged and the shop came. The power went out? All right, go out for a walk. I pushed open the door and walked into the yard. The stars all over the sky, with a hint of Moon, spread on the deserted Earth. The tree shadow is mottled, reflecting with the Stars and the moon. Everything is still so beautiful. But what is missing, what? In this season without wind, everything seems a little monotonous, which makes people want to cry. Without the wind, the stars are dead, the moon is dead, and the flowers, plants and trees cannot live even more. The light cast by the moon and stars in the quiet night is like a pool of stagnant water. The shadow of the tree is no longer dancing, just like the low breath of dancers with broken legs. This night needs a wind, but where is the wind? I looked up and saw the clouds standing there blankly, between the stars and the moon. The cloud lost its vitality, because the wind no longer held his hand and danced with the Stars. I lowered my head and looked at the shadow of the tree, the light of stars and moon. They were also looking at me quietly, with dull eyes and lost their vitality. In this season where wind is needed, the wind does not come. Maybe he had already died, and I strangled him in the room when he blew away the paper on the desk. I stood in this night which needed wind, watching the dull night losing my immature life. This night, the wind did not come. I stood quietly in the yard. I want to cry.

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It lasted for half a month in XX city, where the temperature was 39 °c and the rain did not drop. Tonight, the wind was finally strong, thanks to the help of the construction unit, it could be said that Miss Sanshui had experienced the severity of a highly simulated sandstorm in Beijing. All of a sudden, the plastic bags flying all over the sky were mixed with yellow sand as if they were holding a Party, and the cheers were totally out of order. At this time, Miss Sanshui’s emotional feelings could be regarded as overflowing. When everyone hurriedly closed their windows, however, the emotional Miss Sanshui opened the window to overlook the distance and felt the feeling of long hair fluttering like the spring breeze in the TV series. It was very funny, and I also wanted to laugh, this is really a funny clown sitcom with great humor. As you can imagine, you can totally imagine that the whole living room, sofa, tea table, floor, TV and so on have already been filled with yellow sand in Miss Sanshui’s home. Obviously, the creation of this fierce wind was a little strong with thunder and rain, but it did not disappoint others. Although the rain brought was not much, at least it lacked the sunlight, but it is far enough to satisfy the heart that people dare not expect. This also calmed down Miss Sanshui who had been agitated for a long time. She came to the window where she hadn’t come for a long time. Of course, it was necessary to clean the sand on the table. She opened the diary which had not been opened for a long time, when I mentioned something that the gel pen almost had no ink, I found that I was speechless and didn’t know how to write. I wanted to express my feelings in literature and art, but unexpectedly, an untimely feeling emerged from Miss Sanshui’s armpit. Yes, you guessed it right, and it was perfect. There is a small poke of hair which is growing at a speed that can’t cover the ears just like the newly sprouted seedlings, and it is very annoying. So in the next scene, you can see an artistic young woman with pen and paper in front of her, stretching her arms and pulling her armpit hair one by one, you dare not make fun of the serious appearance. Finally, Miss Sanshui pulled out one armpit hair after another calmly with little patience at ordinary times, and at the moment she pulled out the last one, she felt a long sigh of relief. So she decided to clean up the scene, and then looked for the writing inspiration that she had been absent again. Obviously, she overestimated her control of inspiration, so Miss Sanshui, who huddled her feet on the bench and held her chin with one hand and pretended to think, finally decided not to struggle for death after ten minutes in a daze. I closed the diary bitterly and walked out of the room to the window of the living room again. The extremely boring Miss Sanshui was so idle that she suddenly came up with an idea. At this time, my mother was about to get off work. The wind was strong outside, there was a lot of sand, and the rain was small. Do you want to send an umbrella, so you have something to do. Miss Sanshui who thought like this opened the window on the balcony again and stretched out her hand to feel the situation outside. The crazy storm sand was still raging in the air, while the raindrops were from small to gone. This made Miss Sanshui very depressed and there was no reason to go out. Of course, if she really went out, no one would stop her, but going out in such weather seemed to be something that fools were unwilling to do, you can imagine such a big dust, no rain, only strong wind. I bet I would be a gray man after going out for a round. Time kept flowing in the state of Miss Sanshui, without any intention of staying. While sighing that the wasted time was a pity, it was also helpless. Miss Sanshui, oh, contradictory Miss Sanshui, emotional Miss Sanshui, time is wasted like this. Ding Dong, Ding Dong’s mother came back. The emotional Miss Sanshui finally put away that sensibility. She took the bag in her mother’s hand instead of regretting her lost time. Her instinctive reaction was to find something delicious. Miss Sanshui regained her original vivacity and childishness, and she no longer sighed and thought more about what she had.

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Unconsciously, you have accompanied me for more than 20 years. In the past 20 years, I think I am happy. In the past 20 years, I have tasted all kinds of life and experienced all kinds of hardships. It is also because of these kinds of hardships, I have grown up a lot, from a person who doesn’t know how to understand others to a person who considers everything for others, I don’t know whether this is a kind of quality or it is not a good thing for myself. I increasingly find that I am too kind. I think of others in everything and only think of others, but what disappoints me most is that it is not others’ malicious harm to myself, but the general feeling that they squander my kindness casually, others always say that I pay too much attention to others’ feelings. I also want to be as cruel and cold-blooded as others, but I really can’t do it. My mom and dad, it was you who taught me to behave with conscience, work with heart and treat people sincerely since I was young. I did it, but why did I feel all kinds of pain? I don’t know what else I can do, nor do I know what else I can do in this complicated world? Having gone through a heavy moment and a 12-year reading era, we are becoming mature step by step and stepping into the society step by step, I am no longer the little girl who will shed tears after being talked about. I am not the guy who will be bullied by others and will not resist. I have become strong. When I was young, my parents were not around. I lived with my younger brother. I remembered that in the past, every time I was wronged, I would only suffer pain. When I saw my younger brother crying, I would cry again. But now, I won’t. I feel very uncomfortable when I think of my parents and the life I live at home occasionally. Every time I call home, my mother always worries about my health, what she worried about was whether I could eat well and sleep well recently. What she worried about was that I still had no money to spend in school. As a mother, why was it always so great? Why can’t you think about your own physical condition? I really want to beg my mother that I have grown up and I know how to take care of myself. Can you take good care of yourself for me? But my words like this, I always can’t say it out. I know my mother. I just want to see my achievements and I just want to see that I can live a happy life. Mom, I tell you that I have lived a happy life. I am really happy. I have your love and father’s tolerance, and I am satisfied. I am really happy. Even though I don’t want anything like other people’s children, what you give me is always the best. I thank you. I will certainly repay you. Please take good care of your body and don’t worry about me, my dear parents.

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It seems to be isolated from the world for several months, except for the people I see every day and the family at the other end of the phone. I hardly take the initiative to contact others. I am here, but I didn’t pay attention to others, nor did others pay attention to me. I temporarily forgot the noise of the outside world, and the people who love the noise also forgot me temporarily.

I don’t know the different news happening on others every day, and at the same time, others don’t know what I do every day. When I suddenly remembered one day, I should surf the Internet and talk about the weather. I sighed with emotion that it seemed that I was really out of line with the world. Lao Feng became more and more beautiful, envious; She became a mother-to-be, blessing; Liu Liu ran to take art photos, very beautiful; jia Jun took part in the foreign model competition, and his elegant demeanour was determined. However, these seemed to be the news a month ago. I didn’t remember that many wonderful things in the outside world were missed by me inadvertently. Maybe after this moment, I will continue to forget the noise of the outside world, continue to live the day when you turn on the computer and watch TV, and continue to live the day when you enjoy your happiness every day. Then after a period of time, I realized that I was out of touch with the world. I missed the first time again. Then I will sigh with emotion again and again

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I am a rural primary school teacher. During my teaching career of more than ten years, I have witnessed many teachers’ classes in Grade 1, Grade 2 and grade 3, and (of course, I also include them) have a large workload, every day, I only take Chinese and maths, which are two subjects. It is tiring to be a teacher, and it is annoying to be a student who only faces an old face every day. Teachers lose their spirit in class and students lose their interest in attending classes. The classroom became a mess. Now, with advanced technology, the classroom has already been equipped with computers and televisions. However, the only thing is that the teachers are not well equipped. There is no music class in rural primary schools. Even if there is music class, they are also looking for teachers who are older and have no knowledge of music theory. They can only teach students to sing some old songs or watch videos on computers. In such a big school, children know what the internet is, but they have never seen what the organ looks like. Back then, when I was admitted to normal school, I saw the organ in the classroom. That rare one was as excited as seeing the gods on the other planet. I felt sad for the lack of knowledge of rural children. I didn’t expect that decades later, my children were still as pitiful as I was before! I have a dream in my mind: teachers in rural areas do not have classes in Grade 1, Grade 2 and grade 3, and all kinds of courses can be set up. Music and art classes are taught by professional teachers, let the classroom become a paradise for children to learn knowledge, and each classroom can have an organ. I hope the children can grow up happily in my dream and also have a colorful dream belonging to them.

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Is it good for me to sing? The girl tilted her head and wanted the boy’s answer. The girl thought that the boy cared so much about her and admitted that it was soeasy for her to sing well. Not good, not good boy still didn’t say the answer the girl wanted as always. This answer may not be heard by girls for a lifetime. Life is not so dramatic, and there will be no Damon and Stephen who love Elina from the first season to the fourth season, who are always around her. The actor’s exquisite performance, the closely connected relationship in the story, the fascinating plot, the shooting location, the Canadian humanistic style, and the attractive fluent english original sound make people unable to stop. After watching several episodes in a row, I feel relaxed. Yes, I don’t have to think a lot of things like this. Whether it’s a way to punish loneliness or a way to escape from reality, but I am happy. Although many people see it, when I see it, the warmth it gives me is full. I know that I will continue to work as a waiter after dawn today. I really want to tell myself that it is time to sleep, but it is already like watching a play and I can’t stop it. My reality is corrupt. It is damaged by insects outside. Will you hear about the fame and achievements of a person who has not graduated from high school? Do you believe that a girl who can’t even lose weight can have perseverance to fulfill her dream? Do you believe that a person who can abandon family ties may find his own happiness? Have you forgotten the reason for your departure since you set out for too long? Numb for too long, has it caused indifference to a state of extreme self-styled? People will always change, and I will become very realistic. If I don’t have a house, I am will never marry him and have a child. I don’t want to raise my child one day, he said to me, Mom, I want to learn piano, and then I can only say, oh, sorry, baby, there is not so much money at home. You started to think about changing the world, but you thought it was too difficult. Then you just wanted to change your country, but you still didn’t do it, so you thought maybe it would be enough to change this society, and you took a step back, or you would change my family? In the end, you didn’t change anything, so before you died, you finally realized that if I could start from changing myself, I might change my family and thus change the society, it is more likely to change this country and finally change the world. I think I should be very tired, tired of thinking about life, tired of tangled contradictions in life, tired of this emotion. [End of one day. August 4th] Tired of the constraint form in China, I think that Chinese can never make dramas like Vampire Diaries. Suddenly I think of a movie, a sea pianist, which turns out to be sad, but it really touches people. Yes, emotion is the main melody that a movie can capture people’s hearts. A sea pianist, a genius piano, for a moment, I am hoped that he could walk out of that ladder and be famous all over the world. alone,doesn’thefeelalone? When he threw the hat to the sea and resolutely walked back to the boat, I felt a little disappointed. Maybe this is just a story happening in a remote area. What kind of spiritual enlightenment is written by an American or a foreigner? It is played as a commercial platform in the form of a movie. butanyhow, itasmovedme. Right, America is an attractive country. Who says no? When the ship arrived in America in the movie, everyone was boiling, AmericaAmerica! The Statue of Liberty appeared in mid-air, and America was also like a beast full of charm and danger. In fact, in his or her coffee, I hate some Chinese more. It doesn’t mean that I can’t feel something and stain it. But in some parts of China, maybe most parts are like this, I can’t elaborate on the status I saw one by one. What I saw is not equal to all. I keep silent all the time, which does not mean that I have no prejudice against this world and this era. [End of one day. June 5] I think what is wrong, do you know? It is the fire of disgust in my heart. Sometimes it will burn more and more, so that it misses a lot of good time. I won’t even lower the fire. Well, dear, you have to understand that the world will not be as you wish. When you want to be quiet, the outside world will not interfere with you, and you will not meet any friends who share your values, where you are is like this. This is your own choice, and you must understand. You have been sick, working and sad these days, because you haven’t seen anything full of hope. You believe that all the sufferings will end, and what you have to do is to keep a steady state of mind, not be arrogant and impatient, and quit love and hate. [End] [Dream] in fact, the life of the dream you want is very simple, and it may not be easy to say simple. At the same time, you also want to have a dream of yourself. A house that is not loose and has some emotional designs. Believe me, it doesn’t need to be expensive, but you must like it by yourself. Maybe you understand that dream is very long, it may take a long time. A place I like very much? Some local conditions and customs that I like very much? It’s not my imagination. I want a home that really belongs to me in a certain corner of the world. I suddenly understand that it is not easy to build a small nest of my own. Then it’s myself. I especially hope that I can not love it. Special hope. I especially hope that I can lose weight and wear the clothes I like. Let me stand in a place, quiet, passers-by will look at me, at least it will look very comfortable. I hope to have a notebook that enables me to type and watch movies. I can have money and pay wireless network. In this way, I am hope to have a settlement. If possible, I hope there will be a beautiful man with me. He will have a heart and character that I like. He will not want to get married like me and accompany me through a period of time, then he left. I won’t be sad. I can be immune to this kind of thing. I hope I will not long for the oath of a man and will not be afraid of death. At least I should realize some of these beautiful fantasies. I can struggle for a period of time in my life, but I must also enjoy it for a period of time. I can rush to the reality, but I must have time to stop and stay in the room slowly to see the fallen leaves in autumn or enjoy the beautiful scenery in winter. I don’t want those extreme life feelings to appear in my life again. For example despair. Ecstasy. Most happiness. Most heartache. Young life is like a river. The river flows forward all the time. It will encounter rocks and then stir up spray. Sometimes you feel that you are flowing smoothly all the way, but you have no idea what kind of trouble will happen in the next corner. People are always commenting that most people, including yourself, are vulgar. Then what reason do you have to say that you are different. Not to mention, you as early as early for years at some moments, 1.1 points to, in unknown locations, set ahead of me together barriers. Quietly from the moment of light to the moment of night, close the door and get rid of the world. This is a shabby room, and I am only virtuous.

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I always like reading newspaper supplements and prose magazines when I am free, which gives people the impression that prose is the same sentence pattern and writing technique, which makes people bored when reading. The only difference is the author’s name. The description method has not changed at all and there is no new idea at all. Why does prose have no new creation technique? Why is there no amazing words? Can you catch the readers’ eyes at once? The sadness of prose is a kind of writing toy that literati enjoy themselves. This is the constant face of prose. Why can’t prose really win the applause of the audience like the face change of Sichuan opera? Apart from the original taste of life, is there really no sentence to deepen in prose creation? Is prose really only grass? Prose is impossible to become pine or peony or Rose or be indomitable. No matter it is meaningful for small proses or the character of big proses, if we can’t get rid of vulgarity and surpass the prose creation style of thousands of people and thousands of people, proses can only be the proses of essayists and can’t be the proses of readers. Proses should work hard on language skills and readers’ thoughts and tastes. Proses that cannot attract readers are failed proses; In fact, proses can be rhymes. Good prose is promoted from life, not those plain records in life. Readers read prose for spiritual enjoyment, and what they want is a realm of life, which cannot be given by essayists, naturally, readers will not read prose. Prose writing needs innovation, and innovation is the new way out for prose writing. The innovation of a literary style is not only the author’s technique innovation, but also the editor’s appreciation level. Going out of the traditional thinking, we should first absorb the new style of writing. It is good to use only one style for a magazine or a newspaper supplement. If you don’t want to change, or don’t want to change at all, don’t follow the readers of The Times to adjust, finally you can’t escape the fate of being abandoned by readers. Just like those large-scale pure literature journals which were famous in the 1980 s and 1990 s, why are they not beautiful? Looking at the fashion journals nowadays, why are their circulation Amazing? That is the result of innovation.

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Kneeling down on both knees, kneeling down on Qingming Festival. No tears, pray to Heaven dad, can you give me a dream together? Mai Miao was speechless, Ling Wangzhai did not remind me of my breath! After walking so far, why not return home? Dad, I’m back. What are you doing…… Where can you really accept Jinshan silver dollar? Poverty is like washing in the world, for the sake of our six sons and daughters. In heaven, I hope you are the richest family! Dad, Dad, how nice the elder sister is with you! My tears no longer flow down easily. The pain is buried deep in my heart, and the laughter is so tiring and fake for my life in the world. Dad, after four years of walking, when will you enter the end of life cycle! Can you let Duke Zhou tell me? Can you let Duke Zhou tell me? Dad, Mom is living with me in my unit. Please bless her: Don’t get sick any more. Don’t let my young sorrow continue into my middle-aged life, OK? Dad, I’m back. When you were alive, you said you didn’t have a son, so I couldn’t interrupt. My mother is old, and neither of your two sons is in my hometown. They all said to the public that they cared about my mother, but they haven’t called back for so long. My sister-in-law said that it was unfair to me that I was in charge of both my parents and my daughter. I smiled to my aunt. My parents gave birth to me, of course I did my best to manage. What’s more, my brother beat my mother that year when I took over the shift and threatened that who took over the shift would take care of my parents! Even if I didn’t take your class, I would take care of you, because it was you who gave me life…… Dad, I’m back. Four tomb-sweeping days have passed, and your son didn’t come to give you a grave. Luckily, my nephew and my nephew and daughter-in-law add graves to you every year. I can also pay tribute to your old man on Tomb Sweeping Day. There is a place to go…… Dad, my heart is so sad…… Why is your son like that…… My sister-in-law is worried that I will take care of my mother, and she will be wronged again. Dad, do you think so? Several times you were seriously ill and saved you. The last time I didn’t save you because of rescuing you, brother, I hung a needle for you to absorb oxygen and tossed you to death, let me suffer the biggest grievance and injury in my life…… Do you know how I am came over these years? I have a clear conscience for my father and mother. But it was your daughter’s incompetence that you didn’t let you live a good life when you were alive. You suffered so much for us and so many sins, but she didn’t wait for her daughter to become rich and enjoy a happy day with her daughter. It was really her daughter’s incompetence. Is it useful to burn more hell money for you? Can it resist your serving you a bowl of tea in the world? Can more tears resist washing your feet and beating your back when you were alive? My daughter didn’t shed tears, but she really didn’t. What she thought in her heart was that every time her daughter came back, you cut meat in the market without saying a word and let Mother improve my life. Dad’s love is never expressed in words…… Dad, I’m back. I really miss you…… Written in 2010 nian 4 yue 5 ri

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The white sunlight spread on the roads, houses and forests. The wind stopped in the warm air and insects hid in the shady grass. Climbing up the roof, the clothes on the clothesline fluttered slightly in the sunshine, with the fragrance of washing powder spreading around. In such sunshine, no one would feel sad any more. I will go to shenzhen (a strange city) for internship, which will be arranged by the school for two months. There is a prosperous and strange scene in front of my eyes. In such a strange situation, do I have any past? 2. Everyone is holding a big suitcase, stuffed with computers, clothes, daily necessities, medicine and even toilet water, as if he has packed all his life (later it proved that he doesn’t need so many things at all, it is because we think life too complicated) that we go to the railway station in a mighty way. I got on the train and went south all the way. I was used to the suffocating smell in the enclosed space. Everyone talked and laughed, playing cards and eating for a while. It was very noisy. There were few place names that I knew at the stop, and I didn’t even pay attention to them. But suddenly I heard Changsha clearly, and finally I was sure that this city really existed, and they also had lights at night, but I just passed by, and missed many unexpected people, things and scenes. 3. At in the morning, the car finally arrived in Shenzhen, and the legendary Shenzhen became the real Shenzhen in front of us. As expected, this is a city full of spring. The car of the court is already waiting for us. Along the way, there is a taxi bus with its own name. On both sides of the road are luxuriant trees in the sky and delicate flowers. It is a different kind of green, a different kind of beauty, with a quiet meaning, with high buildings, the flat road is in the green ripples. People living here should have a pastoral heart.

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