Liston Flowers
Stories (55/0)
I ate supper with my mother and birch around the table in the silver light.
I ate supper with my mother and birch around the table in the silver light. There are cartoons on TV. "Mommy, I miss Daddy." Jia Hua sat in front of the table low eyes said. "Don't think of him. Think of him as dead. He has no home at all." "My mother said loudly, holding the rice bowl. "I really miss dad. I dreamed about him last night." "Alas
By Liston Flowers2 years ago in Fiction
My first birthday
I've never had a birthday in my life. Maybe it's because the old days were so hard that parents were too busy making ends meet to think about their children's birthdays? Perhaps he has been used to this kind of ordinary life for many years? Even though my kids clamor every year about how to celebrate their birthday, I never thought about celebrating my own. Perhaps in my shallow consciousness it was as good as nothing, so I didn't celebrate my birthday until I turned 40.
By Liston Flowers2 years ago in Confessions
In the spring of daydream
The northern spring comes when the earth is covered with ice and snow. Since the beginning of spring, people are eagerly looking forward to the first spring thunder, the first spring rain, the first cluster of new green, the first bud. But this spring, after a dry and cold winter without snow, the start of Spring and rain water are two solar terms. Spring rains, more expensive than oil, come in late February, bringing moisture to a long-parched land.
By Liston Flowers2 years ago in Humans
Reverie in front of "Red Well"
The name Ruijin gave me the earliest impression when I was in primary school 40 years ago. Remember that primary school language textbooks in a text, the topic is "water does not forget digging Wells", the first sentence of the article is: "Ruijin outside the city there is a small village called shazhou dam......" The well in Shazhou Dam was later called "Red Well".
By Liston Flowers2 years ago in Humans
A good book is good to the eye
The autumn sun warm and quiet, like a layer of silver fine jade spread on the earth, shining on the door of his Alma mater. When I was going through the gate to enter the campus, the guard stopped me and said, "People from outside the school are not allowed to enter our school." I smiled and said, "I'm in this school, too." The guard looked at me and asked, "Look at you strange, are you a new teacher?" I said, "I'm not a teacher. I went to school here before. I was a student. Yesterday I called teacher Xu and agreed to meet him in the office today." The guard smiled and said, "Oh, Principal Xu casually told me that a young man would come to see him today when he came this morning. Please come in. Go straight down this road and turn right, past the school broadcasting room and you'll find the headmaster's office."
By Liston Flowers2 years ago in Education
Save the lost affection
When I was about to celebrate the Spring Festival, I suddenly found that in recent years, I was only busy with work and family, and owed too much debt to others! Colleagues, relatives, friends, neighbors! I've been having a hard time sleeping lately because of this overdue debt.
By Liston Flowers2 years ago in Families
I'm from kaifeng
Kaifeng has a history of more than 4,000 years. It once served as both the capital and the provincial capital. Its story is hard to tell in a moment. I was born in a village more than thirty kilometers away from it, so to speak, I grew up at its feet, and I really knew it when I was twenty-four years old.
By Liston Flowers2 years ago in Fiction
Those unforgettable winter days
I like winter; Like the snow all over the sky; Like the contracted beauty in depression, think to feel infinite poetry. Like the boundless green lush; Like warm sun still hanging in the tree. Winter, has never been a colorless picture scroll, also full of interest, also full of unforgettable, you can remember the happy time before?
By Liston Flowers2 years ago in Humans
Summer time
I suddenly think of the summer of childhood, think of those shining sunshine, sending out the smell of the past. The hot afternoon sun baked the earth, steaming hot. Fields of green watermelons glistened green in the sun. A few gourds were planted around the shelter, and slender gourds vine climbed up to the roof of the shelter, sifting a thick shade under the dense leaves. The greenhouse is like a rubber boat floating in the green sea. My friends and I sat under the melon shed and talked about ghosts and monsters.
By Liston Flowers2 years ago in Humans