Faint Milk Scent
On the small square on the south side of my residential area, a group of people always gather at 9 or 10 o'clock every morning, uniformly dressed in sky-blue uniforms, pushing bicycles, motorized scooters, and three-wheeled motorcycles, waiting to collect milk, and then running to thousands of households with boxes of milk bags emitting milk scent. The milkman Xiaohan, who has been delivering milk to my house for many years, is one of them.
Han's smile and enthusiasm made us gradually understand and familiarize with her.
When she was first laid off, Han was in a terrible mood. You think ah, more than 40 years of age, in the factory as a car mechanic do well, say go home on the home, who is not hard to heart ah. But there is no way, the factory is not good, can not open the wages, the leadership can not see the factory yellow ah, part of the people laid off can continue to maintain the production and operation of the factory.
After being laid off, Han did not go out for several months for fear of being asked and laughed at by her neighbors, so young and jobless. Her husband and relatives and friends found her a few jobs: some help her rent a bed in the emerging market, so that they can sell some clothing, shoes and hats, and so on; some want to sell pots and pans with her stalls and small furniture; and some gave her a construction site as a small job, she refused.
But the family on the in-laws, under the son, and can not be white-handed eating ah! The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new car, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a new car, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a new car. The sky is the limit. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you can get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.
It is coincidental that the Anshan Steel's milk station recruited a number of milk delivery workers, laid-off workers preferred. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley.
First, she rode a bicycle, and then she tied a shelf to a milk box, and every day, with the rolling green waves of milk on the milk box and the tumbling waves, and with the bright sunshine, she began to deliver the milk in the new neighborhood of my house.
One day in early March of that year, a rare snowstorm hit the Northeast region, and in some places the snow was a meter thick, blocking roads and ending traffic, so people could only walk to work. Xiao Han also hard to push the bicycle, insisting on milk to the milk households. In the neighborhood of a section of the slope, because the road is too slippery, she fell on the side of the road with the car, the milk box fell broken, a box of milk bags scattered on the side of the road, broken bags of milk scattered on the ground, regardless of the pain in her body, pick up the good milk box, and then a bag of bags of milk bags did not break into the milk box, insisted on more than two hundred bags of milk sent to the milk households, they have been exhausted. But looking at the satisfied smiles of the dairy farmers, her heart is full of joy and comfort.
When the second year of the milkman, Xiaohan and her husband discussed: with the money earned from milk delivery to buy a motorized motorcycle, in order to increase the speed and number of milk delivery. As a result, the amount of milk delivered increased from more than two hundred bags to more than four hundred bags, and the income increased, friends and relatives are happy for her.
However, the road to delivering milk is not smooth. The world's largest, there are no strange things. Individuals who drink the milk for a long time owed, and even do not pay; small grubs take advantage of you on the milk household to send milk not to pay attention to, steal a few bags of milk is also a common thing; some people discriminate against milk workers, sarcastic and sarcastic, bad language ...... Xiaohan is always a smile in the face of the loss of sufferings not to complain, a belief to support her: when the milk workers are very contented to send a man to the hands of the roses to stay The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
One summer day, thunder and lightning. The wind and rain were pouring down. Xiao Han, who was delivering milk in the pouring rain, managed to park her electric motorcycle in one of the parking spaces in the neighborhood. When she returned from delivering milk in the rain, she saw a young man kick down her motorcycle in the pouring rain, and instantly the milk bags were scattered all over the place, all soaked in muddy water. The young man was parked next to a big red jeep. See this scene, the small Han aggrieved, rain hat below the emaciated white face, covered with tears and rain, she slightly show anger, looking at the young man mumbled, kicked down why ah ......, move away on the line well ...... just see her struggling to pick up the motorcycle pushed to the parking space! Outside, organize the milk box, bag by bag, pick up the milk bag, with a hand to wipe the bag on the mud and water into the milk box. At this time, the wind stopped, the rain also gradually reduced. My wife and I saw this scene from upstairs and quickly went downstairs to help Xiaohan pick up the milk bags. A few ladies and gentlemen who passed by also came over to help Han pick up the milk bags. The young man was first angry, then bewildered, and finally hesitated for a while, also helped pick up the milk bags. After everyone finished picking up the milk bags, the young man got into the big jeep, drove the car into the parking space, got out and left silently. At this time the rain cleared, the sun came out, Han's body is sprinkled with bright sunshine, face hung with a pleasant smile.
Now, Xiao Han milk for a three-wheeled with a bucket Jialing brand motorcycle, loaded with two milk box more than 600 bags of milk, more income, the mood is getting better and better. The life guides her into a new world.
The depths of non-smoke
(a)
Looking back, the autumn has come, supporting the building leaning column, looking at the landscape, that seems to be the depths of smoke non-smoke, a few silent has been in. Cooking smoke forgets the way back, graceful in the twilight sky, curls, is the cold to come? Shade can not wrap the last red clouds, not wake up drunken passers-by, let the residual cicadas noise in the heart of the evening, quietly micro-collection of the only remaining summer clothes flying. I know that summer is still here, but I miss the fall has also.
(2)
Cut a wisp of autumn wind, wear in the hair, to cover the face of the once gone. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some water and wipe it on your heart, so that you can remember the years that have gone by. A leaf of autumn, a bush fall, that wisp of purple mist, that red, that intimacy, that back, between the eyebrows of the heart, more downstairs, can no longer catch up. The sun, with the high sky, the old man is difficult to get together, there can only be left in this south corner of the painting building side of the entangled vine grass?
(C)
In fact, today, the lake around the fondness is still like practice, CuiFeng is still like a cluster, in the sun, deep in the end of the bridge, your warmth is still there, your smile and, colorful boat clouds, water river heron sound, when it is still singing. The straw raincoat is still green, light water is still rippling, hand holding is still Xiafeng, than shoulder is still cloud dream. Why the fall to, cold smoke then rise, no way to say. Xu is the idea of the past Chu Feng Lou Yue, will still be like yesterday, like a gentle rocking dream?
(4)
Drunken other pavilions like yesterday, stacks of smoke willow like yesterday, silk entangled grass color like yesterday, through the window of the wind like yesterday, shallow cold moon like yesterday, strangers in the red like yesterday, covered the roof tile like yesterday. The long way as yesterday, the embroidered pavilion away from the mind as yesterday, the candle shadow shaking red as yesterday, to the dawn sleepless as yesterday, swimming silk if the dream as yesterday, mistakenly recognize the return boat as yesterday, lock eyebrow condensation sadness as yesterday, non-zero non-smoke as yesterday.
(E)
Summer has been, when waking up, thinking. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money. The month has been hurt, more hurt and what harm. The fall only leaves fall, the wind and rain tears empty flow. Pick up the left behind thin shirt, wrapped tightly around the thin shoulders, so that the flying thoughts, soaking wet emotions hiding in the autumn thick sleep. The first half of the window, coverlet was bitter cold, alone rain and wind, point line line, stupid enough.
When the leaves fell to half
When the leaves fell to half
That is what she misses
And the wind to chase and play together
That is the best love of her life
When the leaves fell to half
Back to look up at the eyes full of a blue
And the sky waved goodbye
Friends,
The first thing that you should do is to look at the sky.
Maybe one day we'll meet again
When the leaves are halfway down
Thinking of the tree in front of me
Her tears are uncontrollable
My tree
Goodbye
My tree
If you'll never see me again
Please remember me in this piece. I am not a saint, so I will have a lot of shortcomings, but I also have my own expectations, besides, I think that as long as a person's heart is not bad, he has the possibility of success. Of course none of this matters, what matters is that a person must have a conscience. There are some words I'm too lazy to say, and some people I'm too lazy to care about, so I choose to keep more time for myself. If a person is destined to live a lifetime of loneliness, then I prefer to leave more time for thinking, because I can't stop my mind from running when I'm alive, even if it's just random thoughts. Perhaps everyone has their own destiny, the so-called existence is reasonable, so what I can do is to do a good job, grow up also look down a lot, not to things, not to their own sadness, and so become more and more calm, and with that, once beyond the boundaries of this, either run out of steam, or numb, until old age.
Poetry of the winter
In my impression, the winter is like the polar region, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow, cold winds, all silent. However, in Xi'an, she embodies a different kind of tenderness.
The leaves have not yet had time to flutter, the maple leaves have not yet had time to redden the valleys, and even the grass has not had time to recede from the green of life, and she has come.
Her steps are so light and quiet, like a mother visiting her sleeping child. When it rains, you look up, the whole space is a white snowflake, they are in the air with the wind.
But when you look down, the snow has already disappeared without a trace. If not for the white color on the top of the Qinling Mountain, how could you think it is winter?
The winter in Xi'an is by no means dull, on the contrary, it is full of life and vigor.
The scent of pomegranate, the green of grass, the shadow of flowers, the joy of birds ......
What she brings to us is a different kind of vitality and vigor. She is not as prosperous as spring, not as full as summer, not as fruitful as autumn, but she fully demonstrates that behind the surface of the decay contained The first time I've seen this is when I'm in the middle of the night, and I'm not sure if I'm in the middle of the night.
Just like that morning, wearing frosty blue grass as strong as unyielding. This is not exactly the character of our Chinese children? Even if you are in a difficult situation, you will not stop fighting!
Suddenly I understand why this fertile land of the Sanqin Earth lives such a group of simple and kind people. Perhaps this Xi'an winter is the best answer.
Fly, dandelion
The dandelions are quietly opening up all over the mountains. The little white umbrellas are gently fluttering. I remember, you said, dandelion, is your smile, you will use it to accommodate me, the little bit of sadness in my heart.
So, that a small dandelion, quietly, quietly, drifted into my . Heart, drifted into my heart full of tears and rain, gradually took root and sprouted.
Suddenly, the wind rose. You dance with the wind, but by the little raindrops wet the little umbrella child; knocked down, your smile. I know, never, never again will the smiling dandelion fly.
Dandelion, you fly! On the road ahead, there must be no, no rain to knock down your smile; no frost to freeze your dream. There is only the wind that carries your dreams and accompanies you on your way.
Fly, dandelion! There will be a land full of smiles and sunshine in front of you, waiting for you quietly, waiting for you to fly.
Dandelion, you fly! Thank you for residing inside me, I will learn to be strong on my own. Wait for me, one day, become the soil of the sun. If you wish. You can stay here.
Fly, dandelion. Carry your dreams and dance lightly!
Feet starlight dream to follow ......
Shenzhen, the night ...... unsettled night ...... living in the city feeling. The noisy street, bright moonlight, brilliant starry ...... sky belongs to the same starry sky under all of us, why so each go their own way?
I am always very stubborn, high head, thought I never for the parting and sad, when I to friends, I know, it is difficult to find such a feeling in the future, the kind of just students when the feeling of youth, out of the social drift, always get the knife ......
Leaving a city, reaching another city At least I am not realized ......
Under the starry sky, stepping, the sadness of the office worker is not that he can not find the way to work, but can not stop to appreciate the beauty of the surroundings, that children innocent smile, that the elderly to enjoy the joy of heavenly happiness, that pregnant mothers to meet the expectation of new life ...... eyes only work, overtime, off ......
Being in a new bad situation, the dream began to wake up, because no longer live like before, everything has to be adapted from scratch, for a newer life and update themselves! ...... try to force their own ideas to become mature, try to force themselves not to be so childish ...... try to let themselves walk others have not walked the road ...... in the end but found that, in fact, every road has been someone I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get the best out of me, but I'm sure you'll be able to get the best out of me, and I'm sure you'll be able to get the best out of me, and I'm sure you'll be able to get the best out of me, and I'm sure you'll be able to get the best out of me. ...... Isn't that what life is all about? Starlight brightly appeared in this world, your mom and dad, grandparents, are looking forward to the birth of life ......
Dreams, has been pursued, never stopped, tell yourself, dream, still, starlight still, faith is still there!