A Man's Commitment
A man, every day in the store across the street from me killing chickens, to pass the boring time. Over time, my heart began to anger. A man does not do business, do not work, do not earn money, behind three children, plus his wife, the day into a bitter. He wore clothes on how many years has been very old, very old, and no money to buy a dress to wear wear, this old clothes as in the construction site to wear general, shabby and dirty, adults and children walk out one yellow skinny.
The classmates reunion
Gui Changyun, my middle school classmate. He is a particularly gentle person, I have never seen him lose his temper, he is the kind of person who can bring sunshine wherever he goes, he gets along with you, as if he has no intention to get anything from you, on the contrary, in many cases, we get a lot of unexpected care and concern from him.
New Year's Eve and Grandparents
When people reach middle age, they find that many of the original good things have become tasteless, such as love, such as the ideal, such as holidays. Sometimes I wonder if it's not just the skin but also the mind that ages with age. The main support for living on has become mechanical responsibility and inertia? Whenever you think about it, you miss your teenage years. Because you can do something to satisfy both the skin and the mind, there is a certain inertia but do not need to be responsible for things. Like being naughty and mischievous.
Xilong mountain and its people
Xilong Mountain, a small mountain in my hometown. I once described it like this: Northwest of Guizhou mountains, forest, there is a mountain deep in the depression, resembling a dragon's head, and the dragon's head faces west, so it is named West Dragon Mountain. In fact, the dragon head of Xilong Mountain does not face west, but east. It is a definition I gave to it out of context. As for its formation, it must have started from the Cretaceous orogeny; it is impossible to trace when the name was called up.
The Angelic Affection
A spring rain, an autumn fruit, a sweat, a harvest. When our hard work, so that a patient's face full of sorrow, when our smile and patience, so that a life back to life, we will be infinitely gratified and proud, because we are worthy of the beautiful and sacred name - the white angel!
Swallows, Hometown and Parents
When the tree branches in front of the house sprouted a few buds, the swallows stepped on the rhythm of "the ducks know when the water in the spring river is warm", crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, swept past countless city skyscrapers, and couldn't wait to return to the hometown of their souls, where the flowers bloomed and played by the river, carefree to wash the dust of the journey back south and regain the feeling of returning to their hometown. The feeling of safety and comfort.
My dream to be a teacher
When I first started as a teacher, my wish was not high, but simply that I must work hard and never mislead my students. In order to achieve this wish, I studied hard, studied hard, tried to understand the students, and tried to combine the actual situation to explore both the students' learning and their own working conditions of education and teaching methods, years of practice can show that the teaching effect of doing so is good. More than thirty years have passed, the students have grown up, they have developed, and many of them have succeeded and achieved something, all very good. I feel that I have basically achieved what I wanted to do, and I feel gratified to recall it from time to time.
100 days in heaven
Good 100 days to you in heaven Here you are again, No. 5 Lilac Garden. This is the fourth time, on the fourth day of the lunar month of the year Gengzi, and it has been a hundred days since you left the splendid and colorful time. Under the cover of a black glazed square, you lie quietly in a marble-built coffin, warmed by the golden sunlight of a midwinter afternoon, peaceful and distant. In this slowly rising hillside in the village of Shankou, you are surrounded by a forest of short-stemmed pines and Wulian red granite monuments, each pine forest and each monument is a departed life, and you must have been familiar with them and now become neighbors.
Memories scattered in the river
The driving rain pounded on the windows, leaving long and short dotted curves on the glass, a swallow slid past the window, leading me to stand on the balcony and gaze at the mountains in the distance, the rain tends to drizzle, drifting and sprinkling, thoughts are also like this eye full of fine silk, densely woven heart rain.