family
The ChangMing Lamp
After many years, sitting again at the doorstep of my old home at night, the cool breeze and the bright starry sky. Looking into the distance, past the vast farmland in front of the village, over the bleak twists and turns of the mountains by the village, you can see a rounded cone peak, a bright red and yellow lamp on the top of the mountain is particularly eye-catching under the starlight. I don't know how many years this light has been on, but when I was very young, I heard the adults pointing to this light and talking about it, and they also knew about this light by their elders. It seems that since ancient times, this lamp has been on at night, shining on the villages and neighbors for tens of miles around, becoming a long light that never goes out in the dark.
By dawjackson4 years ago in Fiction
The revelation of mimosa
At the request of my daughter's language teacher, each child is required to keep a pot of flowers (grass) for careful observation and write an essay about writing things, so my wife went to the flower garden and bought two relatively inexpensive mimosas and put them on the fence of the balcony.
By dawjackson4 years ago in Fiction
Different kinds of life
It was a Friday afternoon and Kimberly was waitng for her fifth grade son Samuel by their home, a apartment building. She sees his yellow school bus pull up in front of the building. Once the bus stopped in front of the building, Samuel would see Kimberly sitting on the white bench that was close by the front door. She wad waiting for him around 3:30 and once he had gotten off the bus, she noticed that he was not looking happy. It always hurts her to see her only son in pain and she wanted to know why. It was already bad enough for him that both of his parents had not spoken to each other lately and they were on the verge of a divorce but what happened that day was probably added on top of his stress. Wanting to get him to talk, she decided to take him to a ice cream truck nearby. Once they approach the ice cream truck, she requests for a ice cream sandwich and Samuel just simply ask for plain scoop on a cone. The two then walk to the nearby park and went to get to some shade under a large tree.
By Forest Green4 years ago in Fiction
The Pain of July
July, the garden of hibiscus and violet flowers are blooming hot, I pass by them every day, a gorgeous smile to welcome me in anger. I often think, if there is no pain and suffering on earth, no old age, no sickness, no unrest. Beauty, when the language of flowers to make the best interpretation. I am a person who loves flowers inordinately, and I have always felt that there is no beauty in this world that can be so specific and pure.
By dawjackson4 years ago in Fiction
A vow of compromise
In the case of surrendering from modern life, the so-called hermitage is just a state of mind. Fifteen years ago when Chen Tiango exercised on this trail, there was almost no one there every day. Now, because there are too many morning walkers on the mountain, the municipality has made a road that is barely staggered by two cars. The slope against the mountain shaved into a grimacing cross-section, suffused with weeds and shrubs, uneven, like a fresh haircut.
By dawjackson4 years ago in Fiction
Pickles from hometown
My hometown is among the Taiyi Mountains, the south of the east is the mountainous land, a small river from the south of the village to the north slowly flowing, into the Chaibun River. There is a kind of vegetable called vetch, which is the raw material for making savory dishes.
By dawjackson4 years ago in Fiction
Taste of the old town
For a long time, I have not been back to my hometown. My hometown is a distant town far from modern civilization, lying quietly at the foot of the Mingyue Mountain. In my memory, the clear Baishui River was like a long dragon passing through the town. The white and smooth pebbles on the river bank, reflecting the mountains and mountains, tell the story of the vicissitudes of the years.
By dawjackson4 years ago in Fiction
The lost necklace
The factory that he had been working in for more than ten years suddenly went bankrupt, and Fu Gui, who had been complacent with the name his parents had given him, did not keep his position as director due to the auspiciousness of his name and lost his job.
By dawjackson4 years ago in Fiction
Hot Dogs in the Summer
Hot Dogs in the Summer Families all around the world have their own traditions. Some families go to church every Sunday morning. Others go on yearly vacations to catch a break from their busy schedules. There are those who have extravagant celebrations to commemorate special occasions, such as birthdays and anniversaries. And some, like the Cardenas family, whose presence has been well established in the small South American town of Chococo, eat hot dogs every Friday night during the months of June and July, when the heat is at its peak, and the meat vendors are forced to reduce the prices of their products as a result of the meat’s quicker decay during the warm summer weather. These nights are particularly splendid for the Cardenas family, because not only do they get a night off the usual dinner of rice, lentils, fried plantains, and eggs, but they get to enjoy the fruit of their collective effort when they eat these magical hot dogs. Every member of the six-person family is responsible for purchasing an ingredient and having it in the kitchen by noon on Fridays.
By Camilo Sanabria4 years ago in Fiction
