I don’t know when I started to have a deep attachment to my family. In the light of the morning, the laughter of women came from the laundry pond, the Symphony of Stones played by the laundry, the sound of chicken and dog barking pulled out of my sleep; The breeze blew, the faint scent of rice from the golden field mixed with the smell of soil; Beside the Harvester, the face which revealed the joy of harvest one after another everything was so kind and natural, which made people dream of it, day and Night Thoughts. This is what we can only dream of in our dreams when we are beside National Highway 105. With home this longing, holiday that day morning 4.4 ten got up, first taxi to train station, sitting a six-hour train to Fengcheng, coincided with the early, during the peak period of high school holiday, it took half a day to squeeze on a bus to the railway which was so crowded that it felt like it was going to explode. I believe everyone has experienced all kinds of crowding and helplessness on the bus, I won’t say more. The only happy thing is that in my impression, you will feel the horror of riding a roller coaster. The rotten road that even the lungs almost fell out disappeared and replaced by a smooth road. This makes me see the development of Fengcheng and railway! (Praise for Dafeng city and railway) maybe it was because I seldom went home and didn’t have much time at home. When I came back this time, my grandparents treated me like entertaining distinguished guests. At first, my grandma worried that I was used to being alone at school, but she would not get used to it when she came home, so she changed the bed sheet, quilt cover and even the pillowcase clean for me. I also went to fuwangjia supermarket specially to buy meat, dumplings and chestnut. What moved me most was a sentence from my little aunt: your grandma still looked forward to your coming back from the day you left during the festival. At that time, I had a feeling of tears flashing. I just said indistinctly: I am coming back, and then I changed the topic, I told them some funny things I met in school and Xiamen, which made the atmosphere alive. I feel that my grandparents are circling around me. They will buy and cook whatever I say is delicious. They are happy to listen to what I say, they always asked me whether I was at school, how did I spend my summer vacation in Xiamen, whether my parents gave me enough money or not, which showed that they placed me in the center of the world, in addition to affirmation or affirmation, I really feel that I am the happiest at this time. This kind of feeling can’t be found in Xiamen. When I was young, I always admired children in big cities. I could go to parks and zoos at any time, enjoy beautiful night scenes, take carousel, and say that I must study hard, I will see these everyday when I go to work in big cities in the future. Now I have grown up. Although I went to Xiamen, I was not happy at all. I felt very unnatural there. I was very worried that I would make mistakes and I was afraid of hearing some nagging that denied me, I also had a headache to hear those words of denying my hometown. During that time, I felt that time passed so slowly. I really wanted to escape from this city as soon as school started. Maybe it was because I was brought up by my grandparents since I was a child. As for the railway Red, there is always a special feeling for my hometown, which records all my childhood, all my happiness and almost all my love. No matter where you go, the concern for it will never decrease. As for grandparents, they also give love to every child they bring up that cannot be expressed in words. When they were young, they hoped that we could study hard and go to college in the future, live better than them and others. Now we have grown up and are not at home. They still care about us day and night. Whenever someone in the village comes back from work, they ask: have you seen my home##? ## How are you doing there? It is also easy for them to be satisfied whether they are thin or not. Sometimes they can be happy for a while and show off with neighbors proudly like a child getting a certificate of merit. As long as we come back, they are all very happy, just like children, absolutely not what adults think. If I can choose and change something, I hope the family can trust each other and don’t think too much, after all, trust is the foundation of interpersonal communication. I don’t know if I can come back for the Spring Festival this year, but this plain, warm and steadfast family is indeed the most sentimental thing for me. I hope both grandparents and grandparents can live a long and healthy life! (Write this diary to my favorite family and family members)

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With the gradual maturity of technology. With the expansion function. Then you can put some small three small four, it is true or not; Happy and painful; Love and hate; All these, endless reception and delivery. Of course, the premise is that the server runs normally. However, every letter cannot be reversed… once upon a time, some time points were completely forgotten by us on the road of ups and downs. Freedom is false, just like some commercial advertisements sent from time to time in some groups. If they want to refuse, they are afraid that they will receive useful information next time. The trace cannot be wiped out decisively. Whether to face it calmly or to ignore it happily is a problem. Mailbox can only be stored in the corner of heart all the time. What to store depends on ourselves. We are fully capable of overriding our hearts and pursuing the splendid beauty that we cannot give up! Clear Spring♀Zhiyu 2013.8 8th (it will be fine. Write a diary at leisure. It’s too short. It’s classified into prose classification, and I blush a little)

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At the beginning of the month, brother Mingcheng told me that the publishing house had contacted him and the prose collection “home in Suzhou” co-authored by US would be printed at the end of the month. Anyway, it is a happy thing that these scattered words can be collected and published smoothly. Although the big and small things were managed by brother Mingcheng, I just enjoyed my success, but I still felt quite a lot like waiting for the child to be born. One day at the end of the middle of the day, brother Mingcheng left a message on QQ, saying that the editor-in-chief had called him and the book had been printed and sent to Suzhou within a week. Faster than I imagined, I can see it in a few days, and it feels like a stone landing. Of course, there are still some worries besides excitement. I don’t know how the overall feeling of this book is. I agree with brother Mingcheng and I hope this book has a sense of simplicity and can show some classical elements in simplicity, which is as suitable as possible for the theme of home in Suzhou. On the morning of the 24th, brother Mingcheng called and said that the express company had sent the book to Suzhou. He had contacted him and sent it directly to the town. He asked me to take a time to visit him at noon, bring some books back by the way. I happened to have free time at noon, so I went to his place. As soon as we met, he was good at storytelling, and the overall feeling was similar to what we wanted. Looking at it carefully, what he said was that the cover was simple and elegant, not fancy at all, and the binding of the whole book was indeed classical. I had never thought that I would work with brother Mingcheng to make this prose collection. Brother Mingcheng is a native of Suzhou. He has devoted himself to literary creation over the years. Last year alone, there were two articles written by Fu Zi, which could be described as flourishing and impressive achievements. Home in Suzhou is a cultural brand launched and built by Suzhou municipal government recently. There are both poetry, calligraphy and painting, but there is only a lack of prose. Brother Mingcheng has been aware of this point, I have talked about this matter with me many times, and it happened that some of my words were about my feelings after moving to Suzhou. When brother Mingcheng decided to publish his prose, he sent out an invitation and asked me if I was interested in the combination of two people to produce a prose collection of “home in Suzhou. Of course, this is a good thing. The native Suzhou and Suzhou in the eyes of immigrants will certainly not have the same flavor. Mixed together, there may be some unexpected effects. If someone is willing to have a look more, after reading it, it is natural that it can’t be better. The next step is to select manuscripts. It really takes some time to select what content. I have lived in Suzhou for more than ten years, and have settled my family here. Suzhou can be called my second hometown; But it is inevitable to look back and see that the mountain village that took root is looming in my heart. I know that I am a little conservative, not as easy to put down as I said on my mouth. I have written a lot of words about nostalgia for mountain villages or people who are in other places with their hometown in these years, as well as many family essays, brother Mingcheng was quite optimistic, so he specially organized a series of “time off”. These articles were all revealing of my inner feelings. No matter to my family or the local country, they were all my own real feelings. Who can be ruthless if a person is not a plant? A word of love is more than a thousand things! Personally, it will never be the same! When she finalized the proofreading, her daughter put forward a lot of suggestions from a professional perspective, because what she learned was editing and publishing, which was also a kind of exercise and improvement for her. She put forward her opinions on the watermarks, pictures, the width and distance of the text, etc. We have been thinking about the application of flower window for a long time. Antique Buildings in Suzhou can be seen everywhere. Flower windows can be said to be a major feature of Wu school buildings. It is naturally very good to borrow them. More importantly, through the window, people inside can see the scenery outside, and people outside can also observe the movement inside. Optimistic about this element is hope. Our collection of essays is a window for many people to pay attention to Suzhou, understand Suzhou and even taste Suzhou. Of course, this is just my idea. Whether I can do it depends on the content of the book and the quality of these long and short words. Happily, the press adopted our suggestion. The binding of the cover and the back cover highlighted the strong charm of Suzhou, and the elegance of Jiangnan Watertown appeared on the paper. The small bridge and flowing water Family in Jiangnan are also chosen for each series of pictures, which further foil the characteristics of becoming a monk in Gusu water city. It suddenly occurred to me that there was no such popular Tang poem as the depth of the thrush. No matter whether this collection is in the eyes of a generous family, for me, it is absolutely more love than joy, and it is no different from my children. I believe that everyone who loves words will feel like this when treating his own words. My children grow up year by year. Words will whisper in the deep heart year by year! I received the book that brother Mingcheng gave to me, but I haven’t opened it yet. The unique fragrance of the new book came to my nose. In this breath, there was a wisp of invisible ink. In such a utilitarian and impetuous life at present, it is really good to have these quiet fragrant words and record your feelings!

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Some people are destined to be lonely, and I may be the one who is destined to be lonely. Previous or present lives, dreams and dreams. Every lonely lost man always has a distant or near, hazy or clear scenery in his heart, but the wind messed up the coordinates in his heart and lost his direction for a while, we can’t find the road ahead or the way back. For a lot of time, I have been thinking whether the distance between dream and wake up is as far as the distance between home and me? How can a cigarette and a cup of wine solve the Depression? Does the significance of travel and tourism lie in whether the process is bitter or sweet? Therefore, I am longing for the night, for reading a piece of scenery in my dream, even if I still forget it after waking up; I am also longing for a cup of liquor and a pack of cigarettes, waiting quietly for the sunset at dusk and the smoke from the countryside, short-lived beauty but poetry and painting become eternal; I am more eager for a trip, even if there is only a short journey, I will also appreciate the hardships along the way. A city is a place where souls cannot be retained. It only buries people’s bodies like walking corpses. Under its flashy appearance, there are too many hypocritical, dirty desires, power and money temptations hidden. People take advantage of each other and guard against each other. Thieves, cheaters, beggars, rich people. They continue the same thing along the same track every day. Prostitutes defeated ragged scavengers with vicious words and disdainful eyes in the daytime, but at night they became captives under the legs of different men. Elites from all walks of life were well dressed and dignified, after removing the disguise, I indulged myself in the fireworks alley. Walking through the streets and lanes of the city, the road was full of strange faces, young women with heavy makeup or men with oily faces. Most of the people of all kinds were in a hurry and indifferent expression. Even though they were still enjoying the excitement and pleasure of a one-night stand together last night, the encounter at this moment was walking on the same street, passing by each other and continuing to move forward along the scheduled track. Maybe there would be no intersection. City is such, there are lonely and cold hearts hidden in the noise, and strong desires looming in the prosperity. The outsiders yearn for the prosperity of the city, but once they integrate into the complexity of Tao which is full of desires, will they feel that the more prosperous they are, the more lonely their hearts are? In this world, only mountains and water can retain people’s souls, just as mountains can contain plants and water to nurture life. The mountain is the solid backbone of the Earth, and the indomitable spirit, water is the blood of the Earth. I am a person who likes mountains and waters. Mountains and waters will grow up with me and grow old with me. Finally, mountains and waters will bury my body and soul. If you place yourself at the foot of the mountain, your soul will be reshaped no matter how fragile it is, and your heart will be moistened no matter how dry it is. I am a fool with no wisdom. I can’t understand a landscape like the ancient sage, realize the true meaning of life, enjoy the landscape, find nothing but peace, and place my tired body and mind and fragile soul. Maybe it only takes one day to travel through a mountain and a Mekong River, but it takes a lifetime to truly understand a landscape. The Mountain and the water are both to the highest benevolence and goodness. The relationship with the mountain will bring Buddhism, and the relationship with the water will bring poetic feeling. How many famous mountain ancient temples have gone through numerous wars and disputes, and are still standing for thousands of years and inheriting for thousands of years. Buddha in the mountains can protect all living beings and spread all things. Mountains and waters have made many literati and poets, and literati’s pen and ink have also made many landscapes. Since ancient times, most scholars have preferred landscape. In Chinese culture, landscape poetry and painting have their own style. Or the picture scroll of the magnificent country, wantonly splash ink or fine brushwork to understate. Or gentle and quiet landscape poems, handy poems or articles with thousands of words. Every time I watch and read, I feel personally on the scene. The Benevolent is Leshan, the wise is happy with water, and the ancients are many saints, However, the sage is more fond of mountains and rivers. If it were not mountains and rivers, how could Wang Xizhi write down the first running script in the world at the beginning of the flowing water and song of Huiji Mountain to achieve the eternal masterpiece? If it were not mountains and rivers, how can Tao Yuanming plant beans leisurely in Nanshan and pick chrysanthemum and Gracilaria. Once, I thought it was the ink of literati and movers that defiled the landscape. Now, it is the selfishness of modern people that really defiled the landscape. A landscape with good scenery has been dubbed as a scenic spot. Since then, it has become a tool for making profits in the industry. If the ancients were reborn and read mountains and rivers with a mood of exchanging interests, would there be any interest only in the joy of mountains and rivers? My hometown is a perfect place for mountains and rivers, but in the eyes of people, it is just a place for poor mountains and rivers. I want to know whether the mountains and rivers that are not endowed with scenic spots by the country are all poor mountains and rivers? Is the so-called scenic spot just like a prostitute who can go there as long as he has money? In my eyes, the landscape of my hometown is a kind of rough and crazy, a kind of natural beauty, just like the uncarved jade inlaid on the Earth. Can those who have seen the scenery elaborately carved by human beings still appreciate the beauty of nature. A kind of fragrance like the body of a virgin. Is it better than the scenic spot that human beings devote all their efforts to enjoy? When I was young, I often climbed to the highest mountain behind the village, and then looked at the higher mountain in the distance. The high and low ups and downs were endless, like the galloping horses, the vast and mighty as the sea waves. At that time, I once thought of going through every mountain here. However, when I grew up, I found that people were really too small, so I began to feel cowardly, going through every mountain here finally becomes a promise to break my promise. Now, I don’t know whether the impassioned howl of our childhood will echo in the Valley of our hometown? But I firmly believe that in my heart, the call of mother echoing in the mountains and waters of my hometown is still coming all the time: a wandering man, I am waiting for the sail of your return. I always have a dream to be a lonely traveller and have a long journey to walk through those untraveled landscapes. Dedicate the most brilliant years of life to the purest and most primitive beauty of nature. Unfortunately, life is always just a pity. If you can’t be extraordinary and refined, you can only go with the flow and return your soul to the mountains. Let the body without soul die in the world.

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