The rain falling at night gently woke me up. Listening to the ticking rain, I was intoxicated. I like rain, and I prefer listening to it. Listening to the rain is a kind of enjoyment, listening to the rain is a kind of memory, the soul is purified in listening to the rain; The emotion is sublimated in listening to the rain; The body and mind are relaxed in listening to the rain. It has rained for decades. In the fierce storm, you can hear the cry of rain. The Voice from the bottom of your heart is times more ferocious than the roaring lion, which seems to devour everything. In the drizzle autumn, the rain you hear is so lingering, which is like the gurgling water of the river and the whispering of a young girl. Only the sound of spring rain is special. The voice was not loud but very clear. Although the Sky was also overcast, it was not as gloomy as that in autumn rain; And it was not as horrible as the black clouds pressing the city in summer storms. No matter you are sitting in front of the window or lying on the bed, as long as you listen calmly, you will hear the unique sound of breaking ground and cracking under the drip irrigation of spring rain. This feeling was very profound during my days in the queue. I like listening to the rain, and I prefer listening to the rain when walking in the rain. Rain gently fell on my head from the sky, and slowly flowed along my cheeks. When the clothes were soaked by rain, I listened quietly and listened quietly. But I didn’t hear the tiny sound of rain and dew. In the rain, I seem to have a feeling of harmony between man and nature.

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Who said “the Dragon Boat Festival”? The eternal rumor is Qu Yuan. It can be laughed at that the river is so empty that it can’t be washed to be wronged.”

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“Redundant words” is one of the articles I often read. Every time I read it, I will feel deeply. Just a few days ago, Qu Qiubai wrote a post-Reading review of his honest confession in the article. Today, compared with several prose works of another contemporary literature master, I read redundant words again. I have to say; The sincerity of Qu Qiubai and the affectation of the master are really clear and clear. It cannot be compared with each other. For example, the master’s prose describing the ugly stone, no matter the structure and layout of the article, the wording and sentences, or the expression of feelings, makes people feel false. And for example, the article describing Father’s love, although the full text takes wine as the main line, it seems to meet the writing requirements of prose. However, after reading the full text, my feeling is still: love is not true, meaning is not clear, and it is very false. There is also an article describing the riverside of the west of the city, which is basically a work of squeezing emotions for the article. For the same theme, reading Shi Tiesheng’s “I and Ditan” and “the year when I was 21” is much more sincere. Of course, I know that common people have their own characters, and the writing and reading of articles vary from person to person. However, anyway, it is not a pleasant thing to let people read a work lacking true feelings and sincerity. If, by extension, such articles are appreciated as excellent works, especially in today’s society where the trend of making a show prevails. That is the sorrow in Chinese literary world! I like the prose works in Chinese literary circles in the 1930 s and 1940 s very much. It can be said that almost every prose essay written by every writer is an excellent work with true feelings and interests. Perhaps, this is because the writers at that time were greatly influenced by Chinese traditional literature and British and American essays, which had a profound relationship. For example, I like writers like Liang Yuchun, Xu Zhimo, Zhou ZuoRen, Lu Xun, Yu Dafu, Feng Zikai and so on. Although their writing styles are totally different, they all change and return to the truth in the end. Their works can be said to be never tired of reading, often read and new. Another example is the works of Charlie Lamb, Washington Owen, Emerson, Thoreau, Rousseau, Hasslet and so on among British and American prose essays, which till now are all beyond others. Why? Because none of their works is a fake work, which is a scene of expressing sorrow for the new poems. Nowadays, I often read all kinds of prose works published on the Internet, and it is very appropriate to summarize my feelings after reading the network prose works with a word that the master is deeply hidden in the folk. For example, there is a blog writer of “April in the world”. Many articles written by him are delicate and sincere, and my heartstrings are often stirred by the author’s delicate narration. There are also a lot of works published on proses website, proses bar and online proses, which I think can be completely comparable to those of proses in the 1930 s and 1940 s. Unfortunately, I didn’t have the chance to get in touch with these authors, just like those literary associations like Analects of Confucius, Creation Society, July, Zuo Lian, Star society, etc, A group of literary lovers with the same interests can often get together and exchange their own literary opinions and experiences. Perhaps, this is just my wishful dream, because I know that nowadays, people’s social values are all based on how much wealth they have. Therefore, my wish is very pedantic, which can be said to be completely divorced from social values. Let’s go back to reality. Literature can only be my hobby in my spare time. However, no matter how the society changes and how the Times advance. No matter in the daytime business activities or in the literature writing in the spare time. I should stick to the pursuit of truth, goodness and beauty as always. Just like what Qu Qiubai said in his “redundant words”; Although I know clearly that what is written here may not be in the hands of readers, nor may it have Publishing value, however, I ‘d better write it down. People often like to chat with the sky. Sometimes, no matter who the listener is, they will feel happy if they can talk a few words.

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On that day, patients under the jurisdiction of other doctors asked to live in the sickbed where I was treated, and I agreed. This is the first time that I don’t stick to my own principles and don’t care about the difficulties and troubles that I may encounter in the future. I agree with the patient’s requirement of changing beds purposefully. I am not an acquaintance, nor because I am so soft that I cannot withstand her request. She was an ordinary middle-aged woman, who was once a tough and arrogant patient (this was the evaluation of her by our whole department at that time), when I came to our department for treatment after the initial illness operation. Her stout, old face, rude words and arrogant personality were all the impressions she gave me at that time. However, such a woman had a good husband who was good-looking, both inside and outside, and had a successful career outside. She was gentle and generous at home and treated others modestly and politely, waiting for her to talk softly. Such contrast made most of the people who knew him for the first time stare astonished at his back. I am no exception. From the initial treatment to now, several years later, she has been treated by different doctors in the department in rotation, and she communicated in detail when I was in charge of it, when I was being treated in other doctor’s sickbed, I always greeted me and communicated with me in a few words. Gradually understand her illness, her experience in the first half of her life, and know that she used to be a professional backbone of a unit and a clever and lovely boy’s mother. She has good qualifications and college diploma in the unit, and through hard work, she has a lot of professional qualification certificates that are beyond the reach of many people. At home, she is the backing for her busy husband, under the condition that my father was absent most of the time, he brought up a diligent, progressive and excellent son. In the past mentioned by her intermittently, I connected the beautiful life of a gentle, intelligent, mature, confident and shining woman, she gradually understood why she had such an excellent husband and what a happy family she used to be. When talking about that year, I saw a flash of self-confidence and longing flame in her eyes, but it was just a flame, a short flash of flame. Those beautiful past and the flame of looking forward to the future have been unfortunately smashed and embezzled by the disease. Lying in front of me was the vulnerable woman who was threatened by the disease and defeated by the menacious attack. It was the moment when she was faced with the ferocious face of the disease and the terrible legend that her life faith collapsed, A desperate woman who has great doubts about the truth of life. I was shocked at first, and then scared, so I doubted, so I was desperate, so I gave up, so I was decadent, so I was unreasonable, so I was hysterical ~~~~~~~~~ but I could only do what I had learned to other patients just like, I tried my best to treat her, comfort her, encourage her and even stimulate her. When the existence of life encounters crisis, the dignity of life will be absolutely challenged. For some people, the frustration and loss of self-esteem caused by the threat of life are far more painful than the body caused by the disease itself. I think for them, the most appropriate thing is to say everything out, discuss life itself, death, the value of life process and the inevitability of life ending, those so-called white lies and empty prospects will only set off people’s helplessness and powerlessness. A few years later, her illness today began to show signs of deterioration, but she was no longer at a loss and hysterical as she did in those years. She discussed her illness with us, discussed the treatment she might receive, and even talked and laughed freely about the death who faintly showed her fangs far ahead. She said that she always hoped to find me when she was depressed, just talking. I said, do what you need and do what I can. There is only one life, and even if there is a reincarnation, it will never be a repeated process. So life precious. For real people, dignity is the same as life, and life has it. But there are differences. Sometimes dignity is more than life and will surpass life. Do what you need and do what I can ~~~~ I know the weight and commitment contained in this short eight character. I will work harder because I know it.

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Is Qixi. The owner of the flower shop was very happy, not only the flowers in the shop, but also the men and women in and out, who insisted on bringing different smells to this day. Tanabata is called Chinese Valentine’s Day, which should be a thing in recent years. It is very rare for a traditional day to dig out fashionable content, and many men and women are flocking to it. It is better to say it is a festival than a business opportunity, but life is colorful and dazzling. The Cowherd and the Weaving Maid, the couple of deities, have lived in the hearts of the world for thousands of years. The lingering and stirring love story has also flowed for thousands of years, with more than a thousand kinds of charm. Every year, every pair of men and women, standing on this day, what kind of sigh will be in the bottom of their hearts, I am afraid that even the fine words are hard to describe one or two. Life is my own day, love is the love pursued in my heart, lovesickness is the desire engraved on my heart, and how can simple words and words be written clearly and thoroughly! But this couple of immortals live in the mortal world and in the mortal heart like this, which has become a kind of reference. A story, a legend, always make the life of the common people have a little different smell, so there are people who are happy and worried. The seemingly simple and ordinary days are in everyone’s heart, it’s just a little different. Meeting Queqiao and begging for coincidence are all about the interpretation of Tanabata. It is said that on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, Magpies flew to the Tianhe River to build a Queqiao bridge for the Cowherd and weaving maid on both sides, so that the suffering couple could meet each other. The cloud is clever, the flying stars spread hatred, and the darkness of silver and Han came all the way. Once the golden wind and Jade Dew meet, they will win and there will be countless people in the world. A Queqiao fairy of bachelor Qin laid out this elegant thing. There are Qin lyrics singing and sighing, and how many whispers are continuous! As for the tender feelings like water, the happy period is like a dream, and the two love is like a long time, whether it is in the day and night, it is the real life of many people now. People in the countryside don’t know the Bachelor of Qin, nor the Queqiao fairy, but they never forget the couple who were separated from each other. They spread from generation to generation, and the Cowherd and weaving maid beside the Tianhe River, in this way, people didn’t leave their sight all the time, and there were always people spreading for them. Therefore, there are many folk stories about Cowherd and Weaving Maid, each of which has charm and is touching. Uncle was a good scholar who talked about Drum books in the village. Once he was free, he would say the last paragraph. Sister Zhang Sijie in the whole book made a scene in Tokyo, which was vivid and famous far and near; the Cowherd and the Weaving Maid are not proud of their success, and they are deeply loved by the villagers! In particular, there is also a Huangmei opera movie, which not only has characters, stories, but also has a beautiful singing style. It makes the villagers fascinated by it, and that’s a great thing! I remember when I was a child, I sat in the Sunyard to enjoy the cool and looked at the dark blue night sky with great pleasure. My father and mother always pointed at the two stars beside the Tianhe River and told us who was the Cowherd and who was the Weaving Maid, who won’t let them live together? We can only see each other every year. Normally speaking, how can men and women in the countryside know things in astronomy and geography? It can be seen that cowherd and weaving maid are irreplaceable in the hearts of the world. Thinking about the words of father and mother carefully, it seems that it is really the case, on July 7th, Magpie seemed to be gone. If it hadn’t been for the Magpie Bridge, why did it go? I didn’t make an appointment to fly to Tianhe. Why can’t I even see the shadow? In Jiangnan, it was said that the talk of Cowherd and weaving maid could be heard under the grape shelf on the day of Tanabata. My mother also said that the conversation between the couple could be heard under the loofah shelf on the day of Tanabata, so could the conversation. There are many fruits hanging on the shelf, and the wind blows the rice sea and turns the golden waves. It is a lyric, and it is also a happy writing of rural villages in July. Living in such a village, how can Cowherd and weaving maid be unhappy! Unfortunately, their happiness was deprived by the Queen Mother! What was handed down from Tanabata was not only expectations and blessings, but also silent accusations and struggles! When I was a child, I was really silly to wait until late at night, standing under the loofah shelf, holding my breath and listening carefully, hoping to hear what the long-lost family could say. Unfortunately, in addition to the clear glow of the ground, there was also the steps of the mountain breeze slowly passing through the village, and nothing was heard. Maybe the adults would not let the children hear what they said? When they are talking, aren’t their children there? Why can’t we hear it? Are you afraid that we will tell their secrets the next day? I still remember the scene of squatting under the loofah stand and looking at the night sky. The Cowherd is far away, feeling very close, and the Weaving Maid is far away. She is very beautiful in her heart, just like a rural woman like my mother. But when I grow up, I feel less and less like this. On Tanabata, there is less and less such simple taste.

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On the way back to my sister’s home that day, I saw someone selling green flowers, so I stopped walking. I liked them because they were simple leaves, the branches and tendrils are circling enchanting. When I got home, my mother said how to buy a pot of flowers like sweet potato seedlings. I said, I bought it when I thought it was beautiful. Cut one and put it in the bottle. Today, I suddenly found a long root, and I was interested in it for a moment. I took it to the computer, and the more I saw it, the more delighted I was. Looking at it, I suddenly remembered a lot of things. I remembered the flowers I planted at school, the orchid Lili gave me, and the duck’s paw given to me by chao er. They are all simple flowers, the simple ones I like. When I was at school, in the spring of 2013, I went to Xining flower market with Xiaojie as if I was crazy and bought a lot of flower seeds. At that time, I wanted to see the new power, watching the seeds break through the ground, and then feeling the joy brought by the small but strong power. When I went back to the dormitory, I went to the garden of Yifu Building with my eldest grandson to dig the soil. I went to the back of the island with Xiaojie to decorate the soil. Then I planted the flowers. Daijie planted them for his girlfriend Shanshan, he said he wanted to compare with me whose flowers grew first. I planted, just think, this flower is to attestation my near leave Xining, leave that group let me like 90 after children, leave closest Blue Sky Plateau. I felt a little sad at that time, but I couldn’t tell how I felt when I saw the flowers became more and more spirited under the careful care of me and Da Yang. At that time, I stood in front of the window and looked at the flowers every day, now it seems that there is still a kind of power in it when I think of it. Later, the first one that came out unexpectedly was sunflower, which bloomed in the sun, and then it was dancing grass. Later, I began to feel that it seemed to follow me. I like sunshine and walking in the sunshine, I remember Da Yang once said, in the plateau, you are in the sun, isn’t it hot? But I like sunshine very much, and I also remember when I was sitting behind the island cultural and sports hall with song Gaoshuai and Zhang Zai, enjoying the sun and listening to music. I like pure and simple green and grass, but I don’t like enchanting flowers. What grows are also grass, dancing grass and sunflowers. Yes, I like simple flowers, simple things and simple people. However, I always like to think more. Looking at the constellation, it is because of insecurity. I think it may be like this. Because I care too much, I will think more. I think this is the case. Only after experiencing something can I know that I am so timid, so afraid of losing, friendship or love. I am afraid of that kind of accidental loss. Worried about the sudden silence, is it true that if life is just like the first sight? A year passed quickly, but I forgot a lot and lost a lot of things that I once cared most. So I began to be more and more afraid, more and more worried and more at a loss. I began to find that I had deviated from my dream for too long. That day, when I faced so many problems that I couldn’t solve, I struggled for several days, looked at those things blankly, and then began to try, which was solved in a few days and nights, at the moment I finished it, I felt tired and persisted for so long. Finally, I could watch TV without any pressure like someone else. I once expressed envy to him, remember that he said that you should finish your work first. So, I slept for two days, two days without white or black. Every day, I sleep on the bed after eating, and then dream about some people and things. Sometimes I feel that dreaming is also very good, because no matter what the result is, I can wake up and recall them again, sometimes, I also wonder whether dreams are another world? Some people say that you dream of someone because that person misses you. Such fallacy is also beautiful. It seems that little Japan misses me the most. I looked out of the window. The light on the opposite floor was so beautiful, like a star in the air. I like starry sky. When I was young, I could see a lot of stars on the bridge at home. How beautiful it is. When I grow up, I want a glass house in which I can watch the stars. Although some people say that the Glass House is not good and fully transparent, I like it. Now I think of how good it was when I was a child. There was no mess and no complexity. People like me would have a big head when they met complicated things. They didn’t want to face them and wanted to hide. Waiting for the sunny day in my own world, waiting for the sunny day. Later, I found that the friends I identified were also simple, and I liked simple things and simple life. Thoughts disarray. Miss some man. The green rose seems to have grown into a new green. The purest green. Look back at 76, how nice!

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Recently, you always hold that photo in your hand for a long time. The young lovers in the photo wrote their smiles on their faces. The woman in the photo seems to be somewhat similar to you. What about him? And that man? He is watching you now. Why did you get to know each other again? Memories brought you into that autumn, and the weather was slightly cool. You walked alone, and happened to meet him here in the path. Everything started from this. At that time, you said: love is just at the right time. Now, you can’t walk, even when you walk, you are swinging from side to side. Afraid of your falling down, he stretched out his hands to set you up quietly, but his hands have lost the strength of those years, I can’t hold you up any more and dance with each other all over the sky. I can only hold you up and walk slowly on this silent Road. The wind is blowing, and it is the east wind. In the sky, it is like a cloud passing by. Under the sun, it turns out that you are getting old slowly, just like that photo, everything will be deposited and buried deeply by memory, you used to be young, but now you can help each other. (Original: feichao) Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the 30th year of my WeChat era

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Books are the ladder of human progress and an indispensable part of our life. It is also our good friend. It not only brings us knowledge, but also adds us a lot of happiness. Book opening is beneficial. Reading is an important way for human beings to acquire knowledge. As children grow up, education becomes the top priority. Therefore, reading books and good books are duty-bound. Family is the first school for children, so parents should lead children into the world of books and let books accompany them to grow up. However, the self-control and self-study ability of the second grade children still need to be improved. I remember when Feifei read Kong Rong let pear when she was young, she kept asking me: Mom, Kong Rong is younger than her brother, why did she give pear to her brother? I replied: That’s because he is sensible! She went on to say: I don’t want to be sensible even if I can’t eat big pears! Later, I spent a lot of time talking to her and telling her a lot of principles, and then she nodded. We all know that things have two sides, but in the world of children, right is right, wrong is wrong. Therefore, parents need to accompany their children to study and grow up together. Children are our future and hope. May they travel in the ocean of books and help them climb to the peak of ideals and sail to the other side of success. Article/drunkard QQ:404436800 note: This article is original and cannot be used without permission. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the 30th year of my WeChat era

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I’m fine, I’m going back to my hometown. Why? Not new year. I’m going back to get married and took 20 days off. Hearing this, my heart began to tremble and be silent for a while, then I asked again, why did you refuse me? Why should I refuse? I don’t know, maybe it is self-abasement, maybe it is aloof, this may be fate. You have never said that you have a girlfriend, and you are still chatting without scruple like before. I have never taken my feelings seriously, and I can no longer believe that there is love for no reason in this world, I feel sick and disgusted to see your sweet words. Because we have mutual friends, we don’t want to make the relationship too complicated, and we don’t want to get involved in feelings. There are few true feelings in this world. Love is just a word, and the state can change at any time, today, I found that I was wrong. I couldn’t be a couple or a friend, but I was still sad. Just like what you said, those sweet words would not be told to everyone, but only in my heart, deep and deep. I always don’t believe in feelings and ignore that kind of care, but no one will wait for you all the time. I have to lose it before I know that I missed it. Do you want me to tell you an answer? Have you ever liked you? I said something against my will, no, only friendship between friends. What can I say? Besides blessing, too many realities make me flinch. I dare not. I don’t want to hurt or be hurt. In the end, I hurt myself, I don’t want you to see these words, so I didn’t write them down in the space you can see. Should I think about it, am I wrong? But why are you scarred when you believe it? I am used to loneliness and freedom. Nothing can stop me from moving forward. I bless you silently. Thank you for your attention over the past year. I once loved you. This life is enough!

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July 9th is the day when the social practice team of ZHAN SHI history knowledge service team carried out social practice activities in the summer of 2013, this year, the form of the service team going to the countryside is quite different from that of the other more than 100 teams going to the countryside of ZHAN SHI. The form the service team takes is the lecture tour on the red soil culture campus, that is to cooperate with some teams going to the countryside to preach the red soil culture of western Guangdong in their bases and spread the intangible cultural heritage of Zhanjiang. As the leader of the propaganda group and the concurrent work of the news group, it seems that all the work is carried out in an orderly manner on the surface, but in fact, it is not so ideal. The equipment of the propaganda group is not perfect, there are only 2 digital cameras, not even a SLR camera, and most of the newsgroups have never written a press release, expressing during the writing process, there are many problems such as format. We can only learn from the templates of press releases of other practice teams, but we can’t copy these templates, because the form of our service teams going to the countryside is different, therefore, the members of our newsgroup are all moving forward in exploration. At the beginning, the news we wrote about the series of reports about our activities was not hired. As the team leader, I was very anxious. The activity started for so many days, however, there were only a few news releases that we were hired. At such a speed, the whole activity ended with less than dozens of manuscripts, then the number of press releases of our service team must be very small among over 100 practice teams of ZHAN SHI. However, the release of the press release is related to the late evaluation of the three rural areas. How can the newsgroup hold the whole team back? The more I thought about it, the more scared I was. I was restless every day, and sometimes I really regretted why I took over the work of the Propaganda Team. However, the strong sense of responsibility in my heart drove me to stick to it. So I urge the team members to write the activity experience every day. I stay in front of the computer all day to write press releases, change press releases, send press releases, and check the news release situation. I keep telling myself every day that it’s OK, try again, try again, and you will always be hired. Perhaps, when we change our mindset, the effect will be different. After several days of fighting, the work of the propaganda team has been steadily advancing, the quality of the manuscript has been gradually improved, and the record is getting better and better. At this time, as the team leader, I feel extremely comforted, it is just like the mood that the seeds I have cultivated carefully day and night finally burst out and thrive. Inheriting the red soil culture, we are still on the road, and we are still working hard (writing/loving Zhanjiang history knowledge service team)

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