A person is in a daze when facing the computer. He doesn’t know where to start or where to write. However, there are many emotions in my heart, and I want to write them in words to express my inner feelings. Today is Women’s Day. Seeing the diary published by Xiao Wu expressing my love for my mother, I still feel a little bit. I also want to write something to thank my mother. In fact, I wanted to write about my mother in the candlelight for a long time. At that time, I had some inexplicable feelings in my heart when I sang “mother in the candlelight” on the singer of Yu Quan I am. I wanted to write something, express your respect to your mother! But I always don’t know where to start. Today, I finally have the courage to write down the truest feelings in my heart! The mother in the candlelight pulled down the veil of the night at dusk, and the night covered the sky seemed to want to devour the whole earth. Thousands of candles lit up the world with faint light and warmed our hearts! —— Inscription the thousands of candles under the night lit up mother’s figure with faint light, and also lit up the whole world. As night fell, I dragged my tired body and fell into the warm bed early after playing for a day. It seemed that sleeping was the most enjoyable thing at this moment! I don’t know when I woke up. Rubbing my eyes, I vaguely saw a faint beam of light hitting the ground from the crack on the door and looking through the crack quietly, my mother’s thin figure sewed and mended under the dim light, and she could hear her cough occasionally. The shadow of her mother on the ground seemed so tall that she went back to the bed quietly and her eyes seemed to be filled with sand, wet! This should be the deepest touch in my heart! Many people should have been touched by their mother! It’s just that we all choose to put it in our hearts! It seems that I have forgotten it after a long time! How many people haven’t talked with their mother for a long time? How long haven’t they had dinner with their mother? How long haven’t they asked their mother how she is recently, ask your mother if she is unhappy. What can I help! In fact, my mother really hoped that we could spend more time chatting and eating with her. It’s just that my mother won’t take the initiative to tell us, so please spend more time with my mother! Having seen such a public service advertisement, my mother prepared the New Year dinner at home and waited for her children to go home for dinner, but after a while all the women called and said that they would not go home. My mother stared at a TV without signal disappointedly. I have also seen such an advertisement that my mother accompanied us through the same road in our childhood, youth and youth. When we were middle-aged, we turned back to find that my mother was not around, looking back, I found that my mother was far away from us. Take mother’s hands, those rough hands that have held the child’s heart for a lifetime, those hands that have led you through most of your life and grew up with you in the same annual rings! Don’t let your mother only watch you go away behind you. Take the hand that once led us to grow up. Mother broke her heart for us. She knew our unhappiness and troubles, and tried every means to solve our problems! However, we never cared about our mother. My mother was very happy to see her children become talented, but I don’t know how many mother’s bitter tears are behind our success! I’m afraid only mother knows how much she has paid. Caring for his mother, what he needs is not how many Red Envelopes you give her, how many health care products. Mother needs more children to accompany herself, talk with herself and tell her how she is doing, in this way, there will be a long-lost smile on my mother’s face! The tree wants to be quiet but the wind keeps going. The child wants to be raised but the kiss is not there. Don’t think of your mother. When you want to accompany your mother to look outside, your mother is already that blank of loess. It was my mother who took care of the quilt you fell when you were asleep, and it was my mother who told you to be careful on the road when you went out, it was my mother who watched the weather forecast of your city when you were studying outside and told you to take an umbrella. It was my mother who was silently paying for you without asking for any return. It was my mother who was working under the lamp for you every night. Please take your mother with you on the road of life. Don’t let her behind you. You can only look at your far-away back alone. Thank all the great mothers for working hard for the children every night. Thank all the mothers and hope that they will be happy during the festival. This is the only thing I want to express my respect to mothers all over the world. I hope all mothers in the world will be healthy, have all the best and have a family reunion.

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Ping An charm is the taste of Ping An black tea, whose full name is Ping An puke black tea. It was the first time I am heard about this kind of tea and enjoyed it for the first time. It was really not a simple word that could explain clearly. If it hadn’t been for participating in the original poetry contest of readers’ home Forum last year, it wouldn’t have anything to do with Ping An puke black tea. For an inaccurate analogy, it is a pretty woman waiting in the sky, but I am a scholar wandering in the wind and dust. Thousands of miles apart, how can I look back and overlook, how can I look through the autumn water, she could not see her bright eyes, and her eyebrows were full of emotions. As for those stories or plots which were soft-hearted and sentimental, there was no way to talk about them. It was only the beauty that she stuck to her beauty, inadvertently leaving a touch of fragrance in the heaven and earth makes people feel sad. However, I am still wandering through the wind and smoke, and I am committed to the boundless world, so I dare not have this improper thought. I really didn’t expect that the article “Night talk Zhouzhuang” won the first prize of this essay. The prizes are the annual magazine readers and a set of exquisite safe tea set. Although the gold content of the first prize is not enough to make people look at it, for me, it is also a kind of affirmation and encouragement. Especially, shortly after receiving the prize and award certificate, the organizer sent me a box of hardcover Ping An puke black tea, which really made me a little ecstatic. Tea is always my favorite. Having nothing to do, making a cup of tea is rare to give birth to a little pleasant; Or having a visitor, making a pot of tea, slowly drinking, drinking tea while chatting, in the current fast pace, can it be said that it is a rare acceptance? Such a slow life is of great benefit to both body and mind and thinking. Some people may not get what they want if they want to slow down and calm down. A plain text, in exchange for exquisite tea set and refined tea, how lucky it is for those who like to enjoy tea and sit down! Even if you are alone, making a pot, slowly sipping, and slowly enjoying the taste of tea, how can you say that it is not a very pleasant time? One day in autumn, the new rain knocked at the window, rustling. It is rare to have free time, and I am in a good mood, so I am happy to make tea. The box of puke black tea has been received for some time, and it has been reluctant to unpack it. This time, I really want to taste its taste, which is from thousands of miles away. Although some of them were not willing to do so, they still unsealed and poured a pinch of tea into the teapot with boiling water. Water vapor slowly rises and overflows, and tea leaves slowly roll in the boiling water, just like a dancing woman, stretching her body forgetfully. The rising fragrance of tea is simply the blowing air of a peerless woman. Only a wisp of tea can make you intoxicated. Tea smoke rose from the teapot with more bird-shaped seal. The tea was fragrant to the nose, which was between tangible and intangible. To be invisible, I clearly felt that it was curling in front of my eyes and wanted to capture a tiny bit, but there is no way to handle it. In this way, I enjoyed the washing of tea fragrance. Looking at the tea in the pot, the pleasant bright red gradually appeared. The stronger the tea fragrance was, the fermented red color gradually turned into amber color, which was thick and strong, the texture is still clear. This kind of tea, without any movement, clearly has more intoxicating color, completely called tea is not drunk everyone is drunk. If you take a sip at this time, I am afraid that the mellow and clear will immediately enter the blood, following the blood of the whole body, flowing together. Carry the pot, take a cup, slowly fill the tea cup with tea, the red and strong soup color, soft, fragrant and more meaningful. I took a sip, and the taste was thick and lasting, and then turned to be sweet and mellow. The strength was much stronger than that of green tea. Fortunately, with words as the medium, this kind of tea was encountered. Otherwise, I am afraid that even her name was unknown. It was not because she was born in a bosom friend who didn’t know her, but because she was ignorant and knowledgeable, walking in the wilderness, lonely and ignorant, I missed many wonderful moments in vain. Therefore, when tasting, it is very natural to taste the taste of words and literature, which seems to belong to me. It would be the most pleasant thing if friends came here at this time. While listening to the rain hitting the window lattice, the sound is patter, like a small string cutting; While tasting tea, the fragrance is deep into the bones, and the silk is continuous, like thousands of Silk; At the same time, I will talk nonsense, oil, salt, soy sauce and, honor merits. The tea is full of flavor, and the inner feelings are indescribable; There are also many tastes of life in the gossip, or sigh with emotion, or strike the knot, or treat each other speechless, silence is better than sound, in short, all kinds of charm are in the heart. Just such a life fragment, Pleasant plot, is also met but not sought. Nowadays, the pace of life has carved a group of people into endless spinning top. It is hard to enjoy such a slow life when calm down. It is naturally hard to enjoy the tea, smoke, piano and calligraphy that the ancients admired, it is already good to have time to take a break occasionally and enjoy it hurriedly. How can we force the ancients’ leisure and elegance, quietness and seclusion? But I am willing to share the taste of safe tea in the pot with my friends. If you have the same interests, how can this pot of Ping An puke black tea be full of flavor?

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