and the sooner he will be free from the shadow of death. I believe that one morning when the little grackles, one by one, vibrate their strong wings and fly up from their nests into the blue sky, disappearing into the horizon, they will be able to breathe a sigh of relief and complete peace of mind. In front of it, there seemed to be a nest of chicks waiting to be fed, all of them begging for food with their beaks wide open, and the naughty ones even tried to jump up and snatch the food from its mouth; it twisted its beak and dodged, but also nodded its brain to test the situation, and seemed to be a little bit unsure to whom it should feed this aphid; at last it spat out the aphid into a corner of the ruins of the old nest, probably feeding it to its favorite old man, and a hint of smugness appeared in its trance-like face. It lifted its wings and took off again, bringing in an orange berry, and fed again to the ruins of the old nest. The food it feeds out invariably falls into the trees, but it does not care, still fly without complaint, hard to find, seriously feed, meticulously play the role of mother. I'm a little bit saddened by the sight of it.
Xu Niang and the old hair stood on the ruins of the old nest, facing the bloody sunset, a long sound and a short sound chirping up. Grackles are born to imitate a variety of sound connoisseurs, can make dozens of different sounds. I have never heard such a harsh and piercing bird call, a moment like a wounded jackal clamor, a moment like a panicked deer, a moment like a fleeing mouse squeak, a moment like a hungry owl in the wailing ...... with ghosts crying and wolves howling to describe it, is not too much,
Listen to my scalp numbness, goosebumps all over the body, the heart of the difficult very much.
This is the accusation of blood, the cry of tears, the mourning of the heart, the hissing of the soul! Childhood" - Gorky, "Slender Man on the Volga" In the center of the kitchen, he spun as if on fire, took small steps, the heels of his boots struck the floor, shaking the table and the dishes in the cupboards, and in a moment he opened his arms like an eagle spreading its wings, and danced so fast on his legs that it was hard to tell that he was taking a step; then he screamed, or crouched down, like a golden bird. or crouched downward, flying about like a golden rain-swallow, his silk shirt gleaming with gold, trembling, floating, reflecting everything around him. Uncle Mikhail's son, Sasha, listened with the greatest fascination, a picture of nervousness, poking his head toward Yakov all the time, gazing at the guitar, staring blankly at the guitar, his mouth hanging open, drool dripping from the corners of his mouth. Sometimes he was so enthralled that he accidentally fell out of his chair and hastily propped himself up on the floor with his hands. At that point he simply sat on the floor, staring with dull eyes, and continued to listen. Grandpa's dry, thin but well-proportioned body snuggled up to me as he talked about the hard times of his childhood, he used rude words, difficult to understand, but he spoke fluently and organized.
His green eyes were full of enthusiasm and sparkling, and his golden wiry hairs stood up joyfully; his shrill voice became thick and heavy, and he boasted into my face:
"You came here on a steamer, and steam sent you, but when I was young I had to pull the fiber with my own strength, and sailed up the Volga against the water. traveling in a boat. The boat was going in the water, and I was pulling the fiber on the bank with my bare feet, stepping on the sharp and sharp gravel, and pulling and pulling from sunrise to nightfall. The sun's sunshine of the back of the head straight oil, head like burnt iron, but still have to keep pulling, waist bending head pointing to the ground, bending all the bones of the body grating, sweating, sweating soaked eyes can not open, can not see the road, the heart wants to cry, tears can not stop flowing. Alyosha, you have to know, can not say anything! I can only bury my head in the fiber, keep walking. Sometimes slipped out of the fiber rope and fell, fell a mouth gnawing mud, which should be happy, all the strength is used up, fell a cross also can breathe, rest for a short while. You see, this is all God's own eyes to see, what people are living, in the eyes of the merciful my Lord Jesus! ...... In this way I made three trips along the banks of this mother river of the Volga: from Simbirsk to Rybinsk; from Saratov to here; and from Astrakhan to the market place of Makariev. These three trips were several thousand Russian miles! By the fourth year, I had become foreman on the barge, because I showed cleverness to the boss! ......"
Listening to Grandpa, it seemed to me that he was growing up as fast as a cloud, transforming himself from a dry, thin little old man into a fairy-tale Hercules, who alone pulled a huge gray freighter up the Volga by a slender rope! ......
Sometimes he jumped out of bed, waving his hands in a lively manner, and showed me the way the slender men walked with their slings, and how they drained the water from the hold, singing the slender men's songs on the one hand, and then he leaped back into bed as a young man, and his every movement became beautifully unusual, and his voice became more deeper and coarser. He went on:
"Listen, Alyosha, when we stop and rest our feet, it's a different story. On summer evenings, near the town of Zhiguli, we usually find a place at the foot of that green mountain, build a campfire, and cook thin rice over it, while a poor slender man sings a beloved song, and all the people howl after him, with such an ear-splitting cry that it makes you shiver to hear it. At that moment, the Volga's water seemed to flow faster, and the river galloped up like a wild horse out of control, straight into the sky! At that moment, all the pain went away with the wind like dust. Sometimes, when the group only sang, the pot of thin rice overflowed, and the slender man who specialized in cooking had to take a spoon handle on his head. Play as much as you like, but don't forget what needs to be done!"
Someone poked his head toward the house a couple of times to tell Grandpa to get out, but each time I stopped him, pleading,
"Don't go!"
Grandpa always smiled and waved his hand at people, saying:
"Wait a little longer ......"
The Grass House - Cao Wenxuan
Yau Ma Tei Elementary School is a colorful grass house. A dozen or so grass houses seemed to be connected in a regular and irregular manner. They were used as classrooms, offices, teachers' dormitories, activity rooms, warehouses and so on. Before and after these grass houses or between these grass houses, there are always some arrangements, or one or two clumps of bamboo, or three or two roses, or a piece of banana with colorful flowers, or simply a small piece of grass interspersed with small flowers. These arrangements, without a trace of intentionality, as if this campus, originally is there, originally is this way. This block by block of grass houses didn't look tall, but the roofs were large and the inside was spacious. This kind of straw house is actually very expensive. It was not built with ordinary straw or wheat straw, but with thatch that had been called in from the beach three hundred miles away. That thatched grass grows vigorously on the beach, subject to the sea breeze and the exposure of the sun without shade, one by one have grown very tough, the sunlight, shiny as copper wire, the sea breeze blowing, but also can emit a metallic sound. With this kind of grass covered house, is long-lasting immortal. The affluent families here, all save money to build this kind of house. Yau Ma Tei Primary School's grass house, the grass on the top is used very carefully, very spread, than any other family's selection of grass are strict, the roof is thick, therefore, Yau Ma Tei Primary School's grass house, the winter is warm, but in the summer is cool. This one house, in the countryside under the pure and quiet sky, through a school of ancient simplicity, but when the sun over the sky, the roof of the gold glittering, and show a school of splendor. Hosuma saw disappointment clearly on Jiang Yilun's face. He did not know what he wanted to express a meaning, repeated a sentence to Jiang Yilun repeatedly. Jiang Yilun could not understand, shook his head for a while, then looked at the children with his eyes, meaning: do you understand? The children below all shook their heads. Hosoma finally understood: he had been thrown into a world where verbal communication was impossible. He glanced anxiously at the dozens of blank eyes and lowered his head, feeling the depression and loneliness that only a mute can feel.
Chiang waved his hand and motioned for Hosoma to sit down.
For the rest of the day, Hosoma stared blankly at the blackboard.
After the class, the children feel that they have been held back for forty-five minutes, finally have the opportunity to speak, either loudly screaming, or with each other with a kind of pot of water boiled, the pot lid Pu Pu jumping speed, the whole campus, the noise can not be heard in the human voice.
Hosoma, however, leaned alone on a sycamore tree, in a speechless state, thinking about the town in Jiangnan, the small school, those with him with a kind of accent of the children. The Bronze Sunflower - Cao Wenxuan
Bronze would follow Sunflower, eating the words she knew, one by one, into his heart, and writing them one by one on the ground, in his notebook. Their learning is everywhere and at all times. When they see a cow, they write "cow". When they see a sheep, they write "sheep". When they see a cow eating grass, they write "cow eating grass"; when they see a sheep fighting, they write "sheep fighting". Write "sky", write "earth", write "wind", write "rain", write "duck". Ducks", "pigeons", "big ducks", "little ducks", "white pigeons", "white pigeons", "white pigeons", "white pigeons", "white pigeons", "white pigeons", "white pigeons", "white pigeons", "white pigeons". "The world, which was once so beautiful in the eyes of the bronze, was becoming one word after another, and these words were so mysterious that they made the bronze feel that the sun, the moon, the sky, the earth, the wind, the rain, everything, were not exactly what they were. Everything, not exactly the way they were
, they became more beautiful, more real, and more likeable.
No matter what the wind and rain, always running wildly in the field of bronze, but also much quieter than before.
Sunflower, who is extremely smart, taught her brother Bronze all the words she had learned, one by one, in a variety of strange and wise ways. These words, like a knife generally carved in the memory of the bronze, a lifetime can not be forgotten. His words, also written in a decent manner, although not as Sunflower's words so on the rules, but there is another flavor: dull, strong.
Not a single person in the barley field noticed all this. Camel Xiangzi" - Lao She The night of early fall, a small gust of wind in the shadow of starlight and leaves, Xiangzi raised his head, looked at the distant sky and river, and sighed. It was such a cool day, and his chest was so wide, but he felt as if there was not enough air, and his chest was very stuffy. He wanted to sit down and cry bitterly. With his own physique, with his own patience, with his own strong, will let people as a dog, will not be able to maintain a thing, he not only resent the Yang family gang, but also a small sense of hopelessness, I'm afraid that he will never be able to get better in his life. Pulling the rolls, he walked slower and slower, as if he is no longer pick up the leg can run ten miles Xiangzi. Fear of what has what, Xiangzi heart of shame and boredom condensed into a ball, immediately stood still feet, stayed there. Unable to speak, he looked at the tiger girl. She is also different today, I do not know is the electric light, or wipe the powder, the face is much whiter than usual; face white, cover up a lot of her ferociousness. Lips are indeed smeared with a bit of rouge, so that the tigress also brought out some charm; Xiangzi see here, feel very strange, the heart is more panicked, because usually did not take her as a woman to look at, suddenly see this red lips, the heart suddenly feel a bit embarrassed. She was wearing a light green silk jacket, below a green crepe fat legged pants. Green jacket in the electric light flashed some soft and slightly miserable silk light, because short, also reveals a little bit of white pants waist to make the green more obvious and clean. Below the fat black pants by the wind blowing slightly, like some of what eerie gas, want to get rid of the thief bright light, and the night with a gas. Xiangzi did not dare to look again, blankly lowered his head, the heart still exists in a small light with a green jacket. Tiger girl has always been, he knows, not so dressed. To the Liu family's wealth, she can wear satin every day, but all day long with the car drivers to deal with, she is always cloth cloth pants, even if some of the color, in the cloth is not eye-catching. Xiangzi seems to see a very new and strange thing, both familiar and new, so his heart is a little confused.
I stood in front of the camels and watched the way they ate and chewed the grass: such an ugly face, such long teeth, such a quiet attitude, when they chewed, their upper and lower teeth interlaced and ground around, hot air bubbled out of their big nostrils, and white foam stained their whiskers. I watched in awe as my own teeth moved.
When the bell rang, the graduation ceremony was about to begin. Look at the sky outside, a little cloudy, I suddenly thought, Dad will suddenly get up from bed, send me a flower jacket? And I thought, when will Dad get well? Why are mom's eyes red and swollen this morning? The pomegranates and oleanders in the big pots in the yard were not put on the hemp dregs this year by Dad, who was so anxious about the death of his uncle to the Japanese that he spat out blood, and the pomegranate blossoms didn't bloom so red and big by the May Festival. If fall comes, will Dad still have to buy that many chrysanthemums to fill our yard, under the porch eaves, and on the trellis in the living room?
Dad loved flowers.
Every day when he came home from work, we waited for him at the door, he pushed his straw hat behind his head, picked up his brother, passed the tap, picked up the filled watering can, and walked to the backyard singing. The first thing he did when he got home was water the flowers. The sun was about to go down and there was a cool breeze blowing in the yard when Dad picked a jasmine and stuck it in his skinny chicken sister's hair. The Chen family's uncle said to Dad, "Old Lin, you like flowers so much that your wife has given birth to a bunch of daughters!" I have four sisters and only two brothers. I'm only 12 years old ......
Dad and Mom are in the yard, Mom is holding her little sister, Dad is cutting the flowers and plants, he said that the oleander has too many leaves, the flowers will bloom less, you should remove some leaves. He also tied the branches with a thin rope, and the oleanders were not so scattered. He also gave the wall of trumpet flowers on a thin rope, nailed to the fence high, the morning sun shines on the wall, trumpet flowers red, purple, yellow and blue all open open, but now it is not the morning, a few trumpet flowers have shriveled. Ming and Qing dynasties, most of the guilds were built outside the front door. At that time, the six major ministries of mandarins, rituals, military, criminal and industrial, are located in the front door on both sides of the east and west, only separated by an outer city wall. Outsiders into the capital, whether it is to catch the exams, or office officials, live in the area of the front gate, naturally more convenient. So, all over the students or merchants, officials, to fellow townsmen as a unit, have begun to collect funds in this neighborhood to build up the size of the compound, very much like today's offices around the world, in order to have a comical book, travel, sleepy and have to return, it is no longer natural things. And then recommend you a good book: "Qin Empire" - Sun Hao Hui from the "Qin Empire" - the fifth part of the "Iron Blood Civilization" Read the "Book of Shangjun", as mounted on the peak of the peaks of the mountains at a glance of the small, running in the chest is to split the mountains and open up the road to the avenue of the heart of the decisive battle to win.
Read "Lu's Spring and Autumn Annals", from the distant land of the flood all the way to the rise and fall of the generations, such as in the present, the rise and fall of the allusions Zongzong as a family treasure, whether you agree or disagree or not, will be born of the sound of voice sighs of relief.
Read the "Laozi", is a boundless profound wisdom of the search, may see a piece of strange treasure, may also fish up a useless straw; as if an ocean in the stone, some people see it as a ten thousand Ren peaks, some people see it as a comfortable pillow, some people see it as a weapon, some people see it as a clear stone; but no matter how you try to figure out how to do it, it is shrouded in mystery of the soul! In the boundless mystery, so that you give birth to a kind of face of the wisdom of the commonplace and small.
Read "Zhuangzi", a kind of mystery, a kind of freedom, a kind of faraway, a kind of mirage, a kind of mirage, a kind of life and death, along with the state of mind of the vagaries of the haunting you, you can tsk tsk sigh ten thousand miles of high-flying but don't know the direction of the kunpeng, but also can be indignantly contemptuous of the squeaking and chirping and real in the ponchos, and then ultimately do not know what he was terrified?
Reading Mozi is like approaching a bonfire in the dark of night, making one's body hot, and one can't immediately melt into a blazing flame and a sharp sword, burning oneself and clearing up the world.
Mencius is a kind of eloquence, its decadent political views to make people nest, the rhetoric of the chapter of the speech to make people happy.
The Analects of Confucius is a fragmented and honest admonition, a comment, if you do not want to go back to the old days, even if all the readings are completed, you do not know how you should be in the world of great struggle to establish themselves.
The Xunzi is a fair judge, in which a doubtful person may find a verdict, but it is difficult to realize its essence if you read it without doing anything.
"Gongsun Longzi" is a skillful and strange defense, its saying is interesting, and its wisdom is too much, even if it is not convinced, it can also laugh and clear the heart is not happy.......
"Han Feizi", so that people can not exactly tell their own, looking back at themselves.
Han Fei Zi is undoubtedly a masterpiece of legalism that has been passed down through the ages. This new school of law book is unprecedentedly broad and deep, it is difficult to understand the essence of the first reading, after reading carefully to understand its indestructibility. From a fundamental point of view, the biggest difference of Han Fei Zi is that it reconstructs a grand legalistic formation by combining the three legalistic rules (rule of law, rule of art, and rule of potential) into one furnace. For the rule of law centered on Shang Yang, Han Fei Zi, as the "Book of Shang Jun" clear and firm, in addition to more specific, but do not see what is new.
Han Fei's new, in the art of governance, potential governance into the rule of law and re-casting, so that the rule of law to expand into the unprecedented "three rule of law", in fact, became the new legal masters of the Warring States period. The three doctrines of the rule of law, the rule of law, and the rule of power all have their origins: the rule of law is most prominent in the case of Li Yul and Shang Yang, the rule of law is most prominent in the case of Shen Buhai, and the rule of power is most prominent in the case of Shen Zhi. In the eyes of the hundred schools of thought of the Warring States period, although the law, art, and potential three rule of law are different, but their fundamental point is the same, which is to recognize the rule of law as the foundation. For this reason, the Warring States period will be the law, art and power of the three sayings as an interconnected one, collectively called the Legalist. However, this kind of generalized name could not be recognized by the legalist group. Among the Legalists, the distinction between the three doctrines was very clear, and no one would confuse the Law, the Art, and the Power. It can be said that there are in fact three schools of thought, and it is difficult to integrate the three schools of thought.