The rain drifted again, Fay ripped off a piece of depression, can not be sorted out, floating constantly, looking back to the past, with the memory of a lonely umbrella, looking at the sky a wet gray basket, I can not help but think of: ? That day, the weather is not very good, but I still ride to my sister's home to get the book, which can be related to three days after the midterm exam ah! When I got to my sister's house and got the book, I couldn't wait to get home. I flipped on my bike and rode as fast as I could. It didn't take long for the raindrops to fall, and I felt very proud of myself--because I had brought an umbrella. In order to show my ability, I simply put one hand on the umbrella, one hand on the handlebars, show "one-handed riding" "stunts" to. Cars flew by me, and the owners of the cars looked at me with wide eyes, so I was even more proud. Suddenly, "wow ......" sound, I even people with the car fell to the ground, climbed up to see - the chain fell! This time I can be dumbfounded, at a loss for words standing there, the rain at this time also came to "demonstration", as if in mockery of my just "crazy", the original raindrops gathered into rain columns, knocking on the thin umbrella surface. In the rain, I held the umbrella, helplessly waiting for a miracle, but I also know that this is a delusion, so heavy rain, who will stop? I stood alone in the rain, holding the umbrella, I felt like a leaf in the wind and rain, what should I do? In the haze, I saw a figure with an umbrella walking towards here, close, close ...... "Uncle--", I was like grabbing a lifesaver at the bottom of the valley, shouting at the top of my voice. "Uncle - help, okay?" ? "Hey--" ? Uncle agreed, "Little girl, what's wrong with you?" ? "My car...my car... "I didn't know what to say for a moment.? "Don't worry, let me take a look ......" ? "It's okay, the chain fell off, I'll fix it." Uncle looked at the "paralyzed" car, comforted me. He squatted down and picked up the chain on the ground ......? I stood aside, trying to hold the umbrella ......? Finally, the uncle fixed the chain, and a few turns with his hands, to ensure the safety, then stood up, smiling to me, said: "Little girl, well, hurry home!" ? "Hey! Uncle...I...I ......" I don't know what to say again. ? "I'm leaving, be careful, it's dark and slippery." ? "Hey--"? ......? Outside the window, the rain gradually small, everything in front of me is so refreshing, the sycamore outside the window washed by the rain extra clean, turquoise, transparent. In the haze, in front of my eyes as if the uncle's smiling face appeared again. That beautiful scene in the rain, will be fixed in my mind, for a long time, for a long time ...... Rain, send pure, scattered heart, like a song of pure love, moisturizing the less mature years. Let the rain hold me tightly, return to freedom, no longer silent, riding on the truth of God's pleasure, rotating themselves, carving life. I was secretly glad, hmmm! This is good, while you are not there, I can borrow the road through the military gymnasium. The mention of this "King of Hell" I hold a belly full of anger. Recently, the path home is under renovation, I had to go home through the military gymnasium. But I ran into this "King of Hell", who said I had to have a pass before I was allowed to go in. I tried my best to reason with him, but he glared at me and said, "These are the rules of this institution!" He said, "It's the rules of this institution!" and it all went out the window. I dared to go over there only when I saw that he wasn't there. The first thing I did was to look around and see that there was only one PLA guarding the gate and a couple of passers-by.
So, I walked straight through. Nearby a look, standing guard is a quite young tall soldier. A neat uniform was wet with sweat, the green color of the uniform appeared more intense. He was carrying a shiny black submachine gun on his shoulder, and his whole body stood upright like an unshakeable flagpole. At that moment he quickly took a card from one of the men's hands and skillfully turned it over and over for a moment. "Yikes! Oh no, what do I do if I have to check my pass again?" Well, I'm a kid, and it looks like he's new, so I'll have no problem blending through. I made up my mind, so I quickened my pace and walked straight to the gate with my head down. "Little brother." A kind voice called out to me. I raised my head to see his appearance: white face is still vaguely through a trace of childishness, black eyes, like two deep pools of water. "Where do you live?" "Here, just inside." I pointed inside with my hand. "Do you have a pass!" "Wow, I forgot to bring it when I came out this morning." "So, what building does your family live in?" "This ......" I hesitated for a moment and then went on to answer, "Building 10." "Building 10?" He gave a surprised look. "Yes, that's right." With that I was ready to walk inside. "Slow down!" A pair of big hands stopped my way. I looked up only to see him smiling at me, "Little brother, we don't have 10 buildings here." Oh no, the lie got through to him. What to do, yes, reason with him. Thinking about it, I rushed at him and said, "And you say that the people's sons and daughters are the people's orderlies, and you don't even let people in the door, so you're really not being reasonable." Instead of getting angry, he laughed when he heard that. "That's right, our sons and daughters are to serve the people. But you have to think about the fact that you have your home, and I also have my home, and my home is this military gymnasium. Would you let strangers just walk in and out of your home?" My face flamed at that and I lowered my head in embarrassment. "It's getting late too, so I'll let you in this time. But don't come back here again!" What? I couldn't believe my ears, staring at him with wide eyes, still with that white face, still with those two eyes like deep pools of water, "I know, I'll never walk here again. Thank you!"
I hurriedly walked through the gate. For some reason, his short and simple words kept echoing in my ears. I could not help but turn my head to look at him again: he is still like an unshakeable flagpole upright there, that neat uniform is still flooded with green divine. Oh, this is a child soldier, a common child soldier.
Mayfly Country
Taiva told a sad story, the story of Paradise Lost. He had been in the Garden of Eden, but only for 3 hours of his 30 year old life. There, the full beauty was only in her, a woman clad in a blue sari, gliding and skimming down the river slope to stop in front of him. He knew that the love of his life had come, and when he held her hand, it felt as if the two of them ****ed one heart.
We were by a river when Teva told the story, and it was summer, and the willow branches hung lightly over the water, and the fish wentbbled, and it was beautiful, but not the beauty of the Garden of Eden. Teva bet, ten years ago on this day, the river is the Garden of Eden, he fell in love with her, because he could not bear the sweetness and swoon, when he woke up, everything disappeared, if not in his hands there is a remnant of her saree, he will take everything as a hallucination. In his dizziness, he seemed to have heard her say, See you in ten years.
Now ten years have passed, when Teva 20, now he looks more than 30, thanks to 10 years of torment of thought. We waited by the river, I didn't believe his bullshit, but as a friend, I was obliged to comfort the disillusioned man. As the sun approached the water, a thin, dense sound suddenly sounded, like ...... the sound of grass buds breaking through the ground, thousands and thousands of sounds, all pressed together. In an instant, yellow flowers like Spanish dancing skirts swirled in all directions, and blue dragonflies and white gulls appeared out of thin air. "She's coming!" Teva burst into tears.
I heard the dissonant sound: huffing ...... huffing ...... a brown caterpillar a meter long crawling up the river slope. I didn't dare look at it closely - would you like to observe a teeny-weeny-legged guy covered in short, poisonous-looking hairs? Like a man possessed, Teva snapped off a willow branch and rushed over to it. I covered my eyes and didn't dare look, and a few minutes later Teva had hidden the ugly body in the bushes. "That won't scare her." He said.
We continued to wait, for two hours. The little yellow flowers bloomed for half an hour and then died, but as one batch died, another batch bloomed; and the white gull was not a garnish for the blue dragonflies, but their mortal enemy: he was eating them. The white gull is not a decoration for the blue dragonflies, but their mortal enemy: it is eating them. If it doesn't eat them, after an hour or two, the dragonflies will also die of exhaustion. By now, the flowers and the dragonflies have reached the end of their bloom and have flown to the end of their lives, their numbers dwindling. The Garden of Eden is disappearing.
Suddenly, a terrible premonition came into my head, "Don't wait." I said to Teva, "Do you know what this place is? Mayfly country! These 'dragonflies' are not actually dragonflies, but mayflies. It is rumored that mayflies live and die, but they don't. They are like cicadas, spending ten long years underground before they emerge from their chrysalises. I once read in a Tang Dynasty novel about the 'Mayfly Kingdom', which appears every ten years and in which all kinds of life are born and die. The yellow flowers are called 'back to light flowers', which reflect back the light. In addition to this, there is also a kind of 'mayfly man', also appears once every ten years, a few hours of life, also need to be from the ugly caterpillar ......"
"Don't say it! " Teva's expression was almost maddening. The mayfly nation had disappeared from the area, and only messy petals and blue sprite-like corpses remained on the ground. I peeked into the bushes, the caterpillar that he had just killed, for her promise of "ten years", used up his remaining life to hatch half of himself. The head and body have come out, wrapped in blue gauze, face serene, like an ivory sculpture. One pair of legs remained the body of a caterpillar. Who would have thought it, so beautiful and so ugly, could be the same kind of life.
Who to see with glasses
There was a rich man in the state of Song. One day it rained heavily and drenched the wall of his house. His son said that if he didn't fix it, someone would surely come and steal it, and an old man in the neighborhood said the same thing. At night, the rich man's house did lose a lot of things, and the rich man thought his son was very smart, while suspecting that the old man in the neighbor's house had stolen them.
Of course, according to the general public, the rich man's conscience is really very bad, you say he is rich and unkind, the death of a thousand cuts or, I have no opinion at all, a buddy of mine said this sentence: the Confucian writings I read all over the world, I found that the old man Mr. Kong is a life is a lot of good advice, but there is a sentence I think he counted the wrong way to say, the woman can be what? But there is one thing that I think he was wrong about. Only the rich, the small and the tropical fish are really difficult to raise. The brother's hatred of the rich has intensified, especially with the frequent exposure of the clamorous tax investigation, the flight of bosses and the fall of rich men. In his attitude towards this story, he thinks the rich should take a disinfectant and rinse their mouths and wash their hands before they irresponsibly jump to this conclusion.
What I mean is that I have always been a strict adherent of the traditional virtues of the Chinese people, at least in the treatment of the old man's attitude I am a million respect. Although you can say that my arbitrary conclusion is also emotional, but I would rather believe that the old man with physical exhaustion, is completely without the ability to steal, so I believe that the vast majority of bad guys are young and middle-aged pile out. Moreover, from the general common sense point of view: said not to do, do not say, just like the sexual impotence of the people most like to blow his sexual energy sexual exuberance, you also did not see which thief stealing before the first preview of the host: "night you buddy to fix the wall, lock the door, buddy I can get into the house ah!
Then the yellow-haired child, the rich man's son, although said the same thing, but because of the blood relationship with the old man is not only not suspected but also considered smart, which makes people think that the old man's eyes are either strabismus, or really is some astigmatism. Certainly that son will not have any suspicion of theft, but enough to see that the old wealth to see the problem is wearing color-changing glasses. It really seems to be easier to love your relatives than to love your neighbors, and it's more practical to hate your neighbors than to hate your relatives. That is to say, what are feelings? Affection is not you look at me and I look at you, but you and I together look at him - with the eyes of defense.
So what does it mean to have a selfless heart and a wide world, ah, you think it is a person who can give up his life to be righteous and unselfish and clean and just and honest? People's selfishness is y rooted, but since people are social can not just rely on feelings, judges and prosecutors so, the landlord old money so, you kid although a grassroots savings as zero so!
Just like you can not wait to have the enthusiasm to save people, you can not wait to have the inspiration to essay. This is not only a matter of professional conduct, but also a basic rule of being a human being. I'm not a missionary, but I can't help but say this: love the person in front of you and all of humanity, love your neighbor as you love your son.
--- All looking at who with glasses on? I'm not going to be able to do that! Says you!
Helping a relative is not helping
On this dreary summer afternoon, I literally swooned. It's normal for a sleeping person to be woken up by the phone ringing, and it's also normal for a person who has been out of the evil college entrance examination system for a number of years to suddenly be asked to write a college entrance examination essay, and it's also normal for him to be dizzy for the whole day, isn't it?
Speaking of the college entrance examination, I remembered my senior high school days, and I was even more dizzy. I hated the college entrance examination, and I still hate it when I passed it. But I didn't like another friend I was going to ask about, the words are not finished she shouted: "not write not write, I hate the college entrance examination, do not write with the college entrance examination has anything to do with the article!"
In fact, when I heard this topic, I also had a moment of such an idea, but it was really just a moment, because, about me is a lovely MM, we talked together, we ate, with the most demanding standards are also considered to know people, feelings are different, the cognition of the college entrance examination essay this matter is also changed, they will be half-pushed and half-responsive to the answer. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
Haha, I'm glad I finally got to the topic, and looking back, it's only a few hundred miles away from the topic.
There is a girlfriend who has two famous sayings that often hang on her lips, one is "whoever is good with me will always be right", and the other is "help relatives do not help reason", the world is quickly divided into our side and the enemy by her, and right and wrong appear in two seconds, simple and clear.
With such a theory to do support, her protection is notorious. Two people fight the war, as long as there is a friend of hers, she immediately jumped up to help scold, regardless of whether it is black and white, their own scolding, but also mobilized a large group of friends scolding, scolding the other side and then dare not venture, or be scolded by the other side and then dare not venture until the head. Cursed the pain, which only changed to a gentle tone and asked friends: "What is the matter of quarrel?" Real life is still so, the network needless to say, who dares to say bad things about her, say bad things about her friends, delete no amnesty, you mention protest? Seal no amnesty! People want to find the administrator theory, out of the old man or her: "Administrator? I'm the one who opened this forum, don't come if you don't want to!" I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it.
My friend's life is very simple, she is smart, write some small articles out of a small name, do some small business to earn a little money, her husband pampered son tired of friends around, the whole of a happy life full version. In such a premise, her simple theory to deal with her life in those pediatric right and wrong is quite a bit cute.
But the truth is, there are too many people out there who don't make a big deal out of helping their relatives, but who do things a thousand times better than she does. Sometimes I really wonder, you say, things are really outside the objective existence of you and me? Is there really an objective standard beyond you and me? Then, why is it that if I act strictly according to this standard, I am the only one who ends up being wrong? Perhaps, those who are like me, originally also want to be objective, repeatedly frustrated, who will learn the lesson.
So, if it is me, I learned my lesson, the wall fell down, things were stolen, in addition to praising my son smart, suspect that the neighbors do not have good intentions, I will do, that is, dial 110.
In such a world, who wants to say that cognition of things should go beyond emotional affinity, I will be anxious with him.
Who knows what I drank?
My mom always believed that she was the person who knew me best in the world. However this was not the case. Right under her nose, I had learned a form of magic that she knew nothing about. Of course, it all started with that magical glass of warm water.
Because of my stomach problems, I hardly drank any carbonated beverages for a whole year. This was not because I was self-conscious, but because of my mom's sensitivity. She seemed to have a special sensitivity to carbon dioxide. If I drank it, she was sure to know and never listened to my sophistry. I had to admit that she knew me best because she could always find the most effective way to punish me. If I drank coke, she would tell everyone who knew me about my evil behavior, especially my homeroom teacher and my group leader - who was the prettiest girl in our class. The next day, my homeroom teacher would gravely call my name in class and criticize me for gluttony in front of the whole class. And the pretty team leader would force me to open my mouth when collecting my homework because she heard my mom say I had a mouthful of cola-soaked teeth.
Ah! My mom, the woman who held all my secrets, used my privacy to successfully control my life. I must run away. Betray her at least mentally to be able to preserve my dignity. So, at that noon, at 12:59 p.m., as usual, I waved a plastic straw and said to a glass of lukewarm boiled water, "Abarihombasa, turn it into a Coke!" Then, as usual, I picked up the glass and, as I swallowed the first sip, told myself that what I was drinking was definitely a cold Coca-Cola.
Just as I swallowed the first gulp, a sudden, spicy, sweet flavor slid across my tongue, a strong stream of air jolted my esophagus, and the potent carbon dioxide nearly toppled me out of my chair. A beautiful dream come true? How could it be? I carefully take a second sip, and oh my God, it really does taste like Coke, that sweet, power-filled flavor!
It was at noon that day that I mastered a magic that turned water into Coke. The secret of this magic is really simple, if you learn to use your feelings, you can control your perception. Just like my mom used my privacy to control me, I managed to use her confidence to trick her. She didn't know my secret, so when she saw me finish a glass of water, she immediately ordered me, "Have another glass."
From that day on, I loved warm boiled water as much as I loved Coke.
However, mom is mom. Her perceptions can't be so easily swayed. With years of knowledge about me, mom quickly decided that there was something fishy about my behavior. One day, I was drinking water, she sat watching me, watching, coldly asked me, "Sweet?"
"Sweet!" As soon as the words came out, my mom and I both froze at the same time.
She slowly took the glass away from me, looked hesitantly at me, then at the water in the glass, and then lowered her head. It's over, I thought. Or, not finished, because the liquid in that glass was still pure water anyhow!
"What are you drinking?" Mom had no expression on her face.
I couldn't tell what she was feeling, and my magic didn't seem to be working. I had to answer vaguely, "What you see me drinking is what you see."
Mom was silent for a moment, handing the glass of water to me again. Still stone-faced, she told me, "What you drink is what I see."
I suddenly snapped, "What do you see? You don't see anything! You can only ever see what you want to see."
Mom and I were frozen in the center of the room, each in our own way. Under our icy stares, the water in the glass gradually boiled and poofed with a few soft chuckles.
I was wrong about her
Mier was a fellow student in my college days, she was smart, beautiful and gentle, surrounded by many male suitors. Because of her family's poor background, she sometimes has extremely low self-esteem, and because of her good academic performance, she sometimes has extremely high self-esteem. She is often in the low self-esteem, self-confidence and self-conceit between the not too comfortable conversion, eccentric character makes others to her far away.
She began to fall in love, this is her first love, the other is two years older than her student body cadres, but also the school orchestra's chief violinist, he not only can play the violin, but also play a handful of good guitar.
Once she told me that her boyfriend won the second prize in the Shanghai Classical Guitar Competition, and he wanted to take her to the awards ceremony, and at the end of the ceremony, she had to participate in a celebratory cold dinner, and she was told to dress up nicely. She started off with a big smile on her face, then a sad one, and finally a pause for words. I wasn't sure if she wanted to borrow clothes from me or if she wanted to borrow money from me to buy clothes.
One day at lunch break, before the afternoon class, my boyfriend in the same class asked me to go to the playground to play volleyball. I took off my jacket on the chair, I want to take the money out of the pocket of the jacket to the body of the personal pocket, but my boyfriend urged me to hurry up quickly, I ran out of the classroom, and so I was sweating back to the classroom, and re-wear the short coat of the rose red, found in the pocket of the 50 yuan disappeared, and the same seat of the honey is playing bridge with the other three students, I guess it must have been a thought of her to take my money, I just can not believe that such a smart and beautiful people will make the money, I can not believe that they will be able to play. I couldn't believe that such a smart and beautiful person would do such a stupid thing. When the bell rang, she acted as if nothing had happened and returned to her seat. She was very cold to me as usual, but I detected her uneasiness, and I was sure of my suspicion, what should I do?
The next day, during the lunch break, I said to her let's go for a walk in the playground together, okay? She hesitated for a moment, couldn't find a reason to refuse me, we talked about some trivial things on homework in front of a single bar, I said I had to go to the toilet for a while, asked her to wait for me for a little while, the toilet could see what was happening in her corner of the playground, I saw my high school friend Qian'er come to the playground as promised, and walked towards the place that I had designated to me, and talked with Honey according to the words that I had taught her, and soon after that they broke up up. Once back in the classroom, I exchanged normal words with her about homework and their respective favorite books as if nothing had happened.
When school was over, I asked Qian'er out for a cup of tea: Honey, who had a red face for half a day, said she didn't know what I was talking about, and said that I was probably looking for the wrong person. Listening to the words of his girlfriend, I could not think of a better way to get my money back from honey, I am a person who wants to save face, do not like to embarrass people in front of them, not to mention the suspicion.
The evening boyfriend called me, said the day before during the day after playing volleyball, I went to the toilet to wash his hands, he returned to the classroom first, saw me hanging a coat under the chair with 50 dollars, he helped me pick up, these two days busy with work-study thing to forget, today payday only think of it, so make a phone call to tell me, I'm furious and scolded him a pass, but he did not know why, I'm also lazy! I don't know why, and I don't care to explain.
Space on the bike
Dad's bike has a space that can't be filled, which I gave up, as did dad. But that space is full again, it is filled with my love for my dad, and the same deep fatherly love of my dad.
When I was young, my father's bicycle carried me to the wind and rain. At that time, I was very tender, dad was very fat. I sat in the back, always love to fight with my dad for the space between the seat cushion and the back seat. I screamed and yelled, and my dad laughed nervously, making noises that sounded like he was struggling. In the end, it was always me who won. I always held my head up high, like a general who always wins. Still do not forget to "hold the position", with a hand grasping the back end of the seat cushion belongs to Dad. 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.
I don't know how naive I am, but I always think that my father is not as good as he is. So I'm more excessive, Dad sometimes even standing riding ......
Later, Dad was sick, so weak, so thin! Standing by his hospital bed, I suddenly seemed to understand something. Pieces of the past rushed through my thoughts. I saw it, saw a fat dad trying to make more room for his little daughter in the back of the car.
Dad had finally recovered. I, the daughter who once didn't know any better, sat on his bike again, and I saw his back, so thin. His body habitually sat facing forward. Dad, are you still giving your daughter more space?
The evening breeze blew and wet my eyes. I wanted, so badly, to make room for Dad. But he didn't need it long ago - he was so thin. My thoughts, too late, too late!
Still, I spoke softly to Dad, "Dad, the back seat is big, sit a little toward the back." I saw my dad smile, maybe at this moment, he understood: his daughter is making room for him with a heart that reads her father's love.
When I was a child, my father used "let" to decorate my daughter's path to school; later, my daughter quietly read my father's "let" love; and now, my daughter and my father **** with love to make that wonderful space on the bike. That space is destined to never be filled. However, what fills it is the love that dad "let" out.
Dad, sit back a little more ......
Walking in the gallery of history
In a haze, I was taken to a long corridor with moving pictures on both sides. I took a step to view these colorful pictures.
Act I
The crowded Roman square was filled with religious men holding torches and shouting at the top of their lungs, "Burn him! Burn him!" A cross is erected in the center of the square, and a young man is tied to it, piles of firewood at his feet, fire dancing in his eyes.
"Say! Earth is the center!" A long black-shirted religious man threatened at him.
"No! The sun is the center!" The youth did not flinch.
"Light the fire!" The black-shirted religious man was furious and gave a command. The flames burst into flames at the youth's feet, and the square cheered. The gaze of the youth in the flames was always firm, and he was immortalized in the flames. He, Bruno, a man who holds fast to the truth, adds a fiery red landscape to history.? Act IIOn the white hospital bed, a little girl struggles to turn the pages of a book with a small wooden stick. Due to paraplegia, she can only strain to look through the mirror, the words are reversed, and she will keep shedding tears as a result. But she didn't complain, she held on, and how many times did she smile from the bottom of her heart because of it. When she sat in a wheelchair, playing the accordion singing "I have a piece of red flowers and green grass in front of me", she already knew the true meaning of life. Zhang Haidi, a pale face, but for history to add a colorful life scene.
Act III
The blazing sun, an old man dressed as a farmer is busy in the field. Bowed down, stooped, and stood up again. He repeats this sequence of movements over and over again, observing the rice plants. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, a smile suddenly opened on his face: "Found it! I can find you! I've been looking for you for ten years, and today I finally found you!" Said, he bent down, carefully dug up the rice plant with roots, ecstatic with it to the distant house ran. He is Yuan Longping, the great farmer who has fed hundreds of millions of Chinese people. After ten years of persistence, he finally painted a golden landscape in China's history.
Epilogue
When I opened my eyes, it was already dawn, and the book sitting beside my pillow was still turned on the first page, which reads: Only by persevering to the end can we appreciate the most beautiful scenery and create the most beautiful landscape.?