I always think that it is too simple to find love and hate sea in Chinese classical literature. A few words can tell all the feelings and thoughts of crazy men and women in the world of mortals. No matter you are willing to be a person with one heart, the steadfast loyalty of the white head, or remember the green dress, the yearning of the grass everywhere, all the tears of love, the Spring Willow and the spring flowers, I still frown but feel deeply in my heart! Tracing back to the Western Zhou Dynasty, the silk-hanging people occasionally met a beautiful eyebrow whose skin was as beautiful as condensed fat, so they began to sleep, ponder and toss. This is the blueprint of the oldest love story in The Book of Songs. Although love is fascinating, the reality is often unsatisfactory. Once there was a joke: A Science girl disdained her liberal arts boyfriend’s sour and false words. Seeing that she was busy attending the poetry club for several days and didn’t report for duty, she picked up the microphone and said angrily, “You old sister! I didn’t have time to find you, and I didn’t see you creaking! Boys moment confused! Qingqingzi is proud of my heart, and I don’t want to go, so I don’t want to listen? This was far from the sentimental and sentimental feelings in his mind. A Liaozhai describes the ultimate dream of scholars all over the world. Even poor, in wilderness, also have beauty nudge limbo qiaoxiaoqianxi, as fair as jade full arms, also helps him jinbangtiming future. It was also psychedelic, but Prince Yi Hong couldn’t sleep soundlessly for all the sisters. He couldn’t swallow the jade and gold waves. No wonder the Dream of Red Mansions was one of the four famous works, but Liaozhai was not. The foreign devils were relatively slippery. No matter Andersen or Brothers Grimm, as long as the fairy tale was coming to an end, it would end. From then on, the Prince and Princess lived a happy life. Ending with comedy is very ingenious. How disappointed it would be if you said that the sleeping beauty would become fat and deformed in the future, and the Prince would be happy. By contrast, the ancient legend of gifted scholars and beauties did not know how to accept it as soon as possible. Zhao Meng was greedy for the second Bachelor of Wang Su, and he was always embarrassed to say that he had a deep love with his wife. He composed a song to let his wife, who was over forty years old, abide by the womanhood and occupy yutangchun. Only by forcing you to be promoted to life and death, and fighting with her husband like this, did she barely survive the marriage crisis of this middle-aged woman. Looking at Wen running at night, with her husband’s success, Fengqiu Huang has already passed. Ms. Zhuo chants with a white head and wants to get away with it, and uses digital poems to fight for peace, telling a woman about the sadness and sadness after her sorrow. It is said that the most ruthless emperor’s family. But the history is vast, and it is normal to see several best products in the last five thousand years. Emperor Shunzhi mourned the death of concubine Dong and E, so he became a monk without accumulating depression and becoming a disease. Soon, he sobbed. The Tang Emperor forget years fatal love not inflow, Ferial again how san qian pet, critical moment hide needed saving. Such a move would make it hard for Bai Juyi to erase the stain in this period of love history. The most shocking one was Emperor Xianzong of Ming Dynasty, Wan zhen’er, a maid who was 19 years older than him. She was born in a humble family, and Xu Niang was half-old, but she had been in favor of the imperial harem for decades, which really made people. Maybe the little emperor is the standard Oedipus complex! Coincidentally, the elegant and unruly Yang Guo also preferred older young women. In the Song dynasty with strict ethics, the woman had a lot of troubles, and the relationship between master and apprentice was equivalent to incest. What was worse was that the little dragon lady was no longer pure and clear. No matter from which perspective, it is not so possible. However, the little dragon girl was also a teacher and a mother, and sometimes she ran away from home with anger and jealousy like a lover. After a while, she got married and disappeared for a while. A wisp of tenderness drove a prodigal son to be docile. As long as Lin Chaoying, her ancestral mother-in-law, had half of her EQ, she would not be frustrated by the ancient tomb for a lifetime. You said that you are a woman, and you don’t want a little bird to follow, and you will compete with the big men, learn what martial arts? A close friend once said that the reason why the love between men and women in martial arts makes people enchanted is that the love between martial arts is closest to the essence of love. They abandon the rich fame in reality and stay away from the daily necessities. I to disagree. Huang Rong sat on the whole Peach Blossom Island, eating seafood when he was hungry and blowing down near the sea when he was idle. What people wanted was feeling and playing was Heartbeat. People didn’t care whether brother Jing was a civil servant or a commercial house, I also want to recruit such a solid eye. If you don’t pay attention to attracting a gongsunzhi and calculating to let you sit alone in a dry well, you may not have the ability of Qiu qianchi! I am still willing to believe that there is love, although people are impetuous and noisy in the city, even though they are often short-lived like fireworks. Because only by believing in beauty can life become more beautiful! (This article has been published in the study of Taihu Morning Post)

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Wandering is a kind of poison, and traveling is the process of disease. Once you fall in love with this feeling, peace will be difficult and beyond redemption. Life is like a journey. You don’t have to care about the destination, but the scenery along the way and the mood of watching the scenery. I like this sentence, love it so much. It seems that there is never a real end on the road of life. The wider the boundary, the wider the horizon, the wider the territory and the bigger the mind. The distant and profound vision is not only the exploration, what is thick and tortuous is not only the steps of trudging, but also the spray that never stops moving forward in the long river of history. The Sky of human beings is always light and gentle in thinking. When I started writing, it was more like talking with another age. I told him that today, he showed my future, and his memory inserted words from time to time. Sometimes I also doubt: do I want to grow more into him, or do he envy me for being younger? There was no answer. I stopped talking to myself habitually, facing the mist of Dawn, driving the fire of the city and the night in other places. I entered the normal state and packed into the misty and rainy life. A person’s life is destined to be crazy about these two things: fall in love with a person with stories and walk out of the circle where others have lived enough to see. In July, I went on a trip. At the age of my twenties, I followed Yu Hua’s “going out at the age of eighteen. The other side is not the destination, just to take another bus, meet other people and listen to other stories and songs. If you want to attach some meaning, it is: expand invisible imagination with limited vision. I once fell in love with the TV program “home far away, North Latitude 30” at 6 o’clock in the evening. In fact, the best way for a person to know his hometown is to stay away from the reunion after that. There is no permanent home, and hometown is only the last stop for our ancestors to settle down. When I set out, I couldn’t help thinking like this. Lin Youjia’s song rang in my ears: If I wasn’t sad enough, I couldn’t fly, but I didn’t have a dream. Why did I always wander in the distance, but I had never seen the ocean. I read the network log of the bicycle westward journey again. I want to go out and have a look. Yes, it’s not only about starting, but also about the purpose. Since I was a child, there was a stream of unruly blood that never stopped playing tricks. I always wanted to be an unruly swordsman, wandering around the world, visiting all the famous mountains and rivers around the world, and starting my wandering dream. The South is the place where flowers and Willow sleep in the traditional sense, the city of tenderness and wealth, the hometown of mountains and rivers, the delicate cultural scenery, the thick and heavy culture deposits, the deep exploration of poetry and books, and the construction of historical character, maybe we should go there for a walk, walk into the South country, take a look at the water villages, let dreams no longer be dreams, and Jiangnan is no longer just a symbol of orientation and pure imagination. Cars are mobile homes, which largely replace the pace of travel and the choice of routes. Tourism has unique attainments in weakening the process of exploration and the fun of journey, people follow the trend and tend to be consistent. Even if they go out, they often lose their relationship with work and utility. Taking off the pure coat, we only have the essence of dreams. Besides, we are poor students, looking at the existence of different things with the same novel eyes, and then shrugging our shoulders with a bitter smile to continue our journey. It is a pity that there is not a ticket to the tourist destination, and I am also very lucky that tie zi has accompanied him all the way. It’s not a new car Express, nor a crowd. We just want to go out and walk in some quiet corners. What kind of mood is waiting for the bus? In the extent of despair, we denounced overstepping, and sighed in the surprising attention. However, we are still US. No one has made too many changes for anyone. The road is still that road, what changes is just the back and mood. On the road of life, on the road of life, all chances are based on luck. The journey is just like this. The messy situation becomes clear again, so is life. The good things emerge cracks again. In fact, human is a reed that can think, and a carp scientist who can think has its philosophy. However, I was more like a loach. I climbed to the shore on a rainy day and got back with a glimpse. I don’t know the reason outside, but I know there are some different things that I can’t understand at that time. I long for a wandering moment more than the afternoon before the rocking fan. I hope that when people in a foreign land and the days flashing through their pupils, I like the afterglow of the western sky infecting the figure of xisuo, feel the pulse of a city in a quiet night, wake up some familiar memories and think of someone warmly. Then he turned around and forgot himself. He woke up the next day to embrace the sunrise of another country and started a new life with his luggage. Wandering is like a duckweed, and one day after growing up, it is bound to travel far away. The water rises, reliving childhood dreams and depicting new water surface. On the bus, there was “Westward Journey”. I don’t know how many times I watched it. It was like a madman who watched it for more than 20 times in high school and still enjoyed it to the extreme extent. Such as “the records of the western regions of the Tang Dynasty”, “Robinson Crusoe”, “The Travels of Xu Xiake” and the series of works of autumn rain, as if I was the author at those nights, along their footprints and their eyes, sometimes there was a gentle walk across the mountains and rivers, and also the delicacy in front of the small rest flowers, the smiley pride in the Spring Mountains, and there was no lack of uninhibited humor. When I arrived at the place where the writing ability was not enough and the image was not clear, I was temporarily sent out of the window on the tired way. What kind of travel experience and dissatisfaction is this! Now it seems that the general image of hometown is a village together with its relatives. When wandering, it becomes a spiritual home that often stays in, which is constantly constructed and clear by myself in my mind. If it is said that wandering anywhere without purpose will not find a destination, then reading with imagination can be regarded as a long journey. If you have to think that the distant place where you put your foot into it can be called travel, then I can only make up a new definition: it is an experience process of spiritual growth, the significance to an individual is greater than its growth itself. For example, for reading, all practical activities have the situation of borrowing strength to varying degrees, which has nothing to do with footsteps. Stay is just a state of travel, and the moment of departure is already on the way to the next stop. On July day, the child’s face changes when he says it changes. It rained a moment ago, and it was hot and stuffy and difficult to resist heat. Tiredness could easily become a decent reason for staying. Any moment could be a torment, but once you set out, you must go on, just as there is no decision for nothing and no mistake that cannot be understood.

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I had the honor to have dinner with a group of retired leaders by chance. I listened to the conversation of the old leaders with a very humble attitude. The humor, wisdom and confidence of the leaders left a deep impression on me, some of these people used to be officials from the department level to the official side. They used to talk about three representatives on the stage. The old leaders who talked highly about anti-corruption and building a clean government now seem so calm and calm. They are unfair to the society, the phenomenon of corruption is no longer so interested. It seems that those things have nothing to do with them. The former suits and leather shoes have become the casual dress nowadays. People who come to the table from time to time come to toast, when someone called them leaders, these veteran cadres said there were no leaders here, only friends. When the wine was full, an old leader said, “you can trust everything, don’t trust the organization, you can believe everything, but you should trust the sincerity of your friends, the last sentence was said by the old leader to cater to today’s atmosphere, which was sensational. I was shocked to hear the first half of this sentence. As an old party member with high policy level and consciousness, the old leader said such a word, which was really puzzling. It was understandable if he had a bad personal official luck and had been treated unfairly by the organization, It is strange that many leaders sitting clearly agree with it, which makes people ponder over why on earth? After thinking for a long time, I suddenly understood something! Maybe it was these leaders who cheated many young people in the name of the organization and wrote many blank checks. Now they finally found out their conscience and said such a heartfelt word. Maybe that was his constant view, it was just a little inconvenient to say when they were on the throne. Maybe they were just like a spectator in the emperor’s new clothes!

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