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If It’s Mine
My dad had a lot of stories. He told us about Brujos and Bultos*; of a demon dog and the Headless Horseman; and of wild adventures he had with his brothers we could hardly believe. But some precious few were less fantastical, just the simple experiences of growing up. One such story he told was when he and his Abuelo, his grandfather, were out hunting.
By Judah LoVatoabout a year ago in Men
On Sunday afternoon
On Sunday afternoon, I went to the shore grassland located in Binhu New District. I can see the green here from a distance. Here, in front of you are a piece of grassland, a total of 280,000 square meters. There are a lot of hills around, standing on the hill to look down, everything is so ordinary, this is very quiet. The tall buildings in the distance are only a few shadows here, as if they have been far away from life. Under a hill, there is a small man-made lake, shimmering in the sunlight, which is crystal clear. The spring breeze keeps blowing, making the lake a small wave, feeling poetic. And next to this, there is a broad avenue, looking at it, very long, giving a feeling of relaxation, walking on the wide road, the heart has become broad, forgetting many troubles and worries, on the left hand side of the road, there are rows of tall and straight trees, pleasing to the eye, imagine whether the future is as perfect as this bright color. Behind the green trees is Chaohu Lake, and at this time they are like a group of guards wearing camouflage uniforms, standing guard on the roadside. Their straight trunks also make me involuntarily erect, giving me confidence, what can not do? Relatively speaking, today's spring breeze is also a little strong, it should be for the earth to completely recover and embrace me warmly, let me wake up, wake up every part that is still sleeping, wake up a new self. This green world, I can not help but think of the ancient poem: "spring breeze and green river south bank", that a "green" how good to use! Perhaps in the future, there will be "upper and lower water turtle", "fairy palm peak", "Dahongpao", "Jade female peak", "Dolomite", "fairy fishing platform", "and lotus peak", "jade pillar peak". There is a legend about the Jade Goddess peak: the Jade Emperor had three daughters, the elder sister loved to be beautiful, the second sister loved to be slim, the third sister loved to hold the child, and one day the elder sister committed a crime and was sent down to earth. After her demotion, she met a king, and she was fascinated by the king, and they fell in love. When the Jade Emperor found out about this, he created an iron monster so that they could never see each other. One day when the Queen Mother was combing her hair at the Southern Gate of Heaven, she found that they were more than happy to die, and she was so distressed that she threw down the combing mirror and turned it into a river so that they could see each other. We get on the bamboo platoon immediately put on the life jacket, platoon immediately forward. We listened to the explanation of Pai Gong while enjoying the scenery on both sides. Came to the five Qu I looked up at the cliff, suddenly, I found a pile of rotten wood in the hole in the stone wall, "Mother, I saw the hanging coffin! "I shouted in a hurry, and my mother looked up and found the hanging coffin. Time flies! We're almost at the end!I lay still in bed, the white ceiling stinging my eyes. The earthy yellow wind whirled past the window with sand, and now and then - two dry branches flew by... .... I looked at the object in my hand - the last green leaf in the world, tears gradually blurred my eyes, the past events in my mind - emerge.... When I was young, the world was green! Walking on the way to school every day, my eyes are full of those particularly lovely things: after experiencing the cold branches, the purple buds emerge; The willows by the roadside had grown caterpillars again; The first peach blossom blossomed on a street; That winter jasmine is shaped like a feather duster... Whenever that time, I will not stop admiring your beauty - the beauty of nature. And you will always thank me for letting a fresh wind brush my hair; Let a pink petal fall from my eyes; Let the crisp song of a lovely cuckoo reach my ears; Let the scent of a wisp of roses float in the air; Or just send me alfalfa, wild leeks, and let me eat enough... I always thought of you as a good friend. Happy, looking for you jump; When I am sad, I cry to you about my troubles. And you always send willow branches to accompany me to dance with the wind; Send petals to wipe the tears from my eyes. However, as I grew up, year after year, human technology became more and more developed, and the need for nature became more and more frequent. They picked all the flowers and replaced them with bottles of perfume; They pulled away leaves and grass and replaced them with "green grass drinks" for sheep farms; They have cut down the trees and replaced them with houses..... Gradually, the land cracked, desertification, dust wind more. Now, the world is yellow! When you go out, you need to wear a "hair care cap" with an eye mask and a mask, and the whole body must be wrapped tightly. Otherwise, the hair will be covered with dust, the eyes will be captivated by sand, the skin will be cut by the strong wind. Children's laughter is gone, green homes are gone. Walking on the road, no longer see the blue sky, just full of black clouds, even the sun does not appear. I can no longer feel the breeze, see no petals, hear no songs, smell no aromas, taste no wild vegetables... ... I know. You're sick. When you were dying, a long-lost breeze drifted into my room and opened the book "Beautiful Nature." I see in the book, there is a green leaf, that is my bookmark. I understand, you asked me to preserve this green leaf, this last green leaf... .. ... The sound of the stone hitting the glass pulls me back to reality. Tears have soaked the pillow. Are you okay? Naturally, I finally understand you......
By juan bornsteinabout a year ago in Men
the teacher took out
This morning, we had a very rich and interesting observation lesson. A class, the teacher took out a mysterious envelope, let everyone guess what is inside? Some students say tea, some students say beans. The teacher handed out the envelope for us to touch again. I felt the inside was stiff, with many small folds of oval balls on it. The students said it was a peach pit. The teacher said you could come here. We couldn't wait to take a look. These two sharp things, bulging in the middle, its color is brown, the surface is rough, such as bark, can also be used as the grandfather of the head line. As the students carefully observed, a student suddenly shouted: "Fat sea it is!" The teacher can let us soak the fat sea in water and then observe its changes. We put the fat sea in a cup that a classmate had not prepared and poured boiling water on it. As soon as the water was injected, the skin on both ends of the fat sea slowly cracked. After a while, the color of the water turned yellow, and the volume of the fat sea had a noticeable effect on it. After a few minutes the water in the cup became more yellow, and the fat sea became like a ball of cellular brown 'cotton'. Now the fat sea feels soft. I put my nose particularly close to the mouth of the cup to smell, a light fragrance is coming to the nose. I picked up the cup and tasted myself, the taste is not necessarily as sweet as I imagined, but the society is struggling, but it is very refreshing. I picked up the fat sea bite a bit, chewing to feel like wood ear. The bell rang and the lesson was over. This class is not only interesting, but also gives me a lot of harvest. I really enjoyed the viewing class!Missed the morning dew, and looking at the hot sun. Missed the twilight twilight, and the charming moonlight. I missed the excitement of spring and summer. Back to the original memory, there is a picture in the memory, the picture that can not be erased. When I was in elementary school, I had a good friend who was inseparable. Just because of a year, those two hands were thrown away. From that day on, she never spoke to me again. Birthday parties without me, movies without me, as if I had been erased from her life, leaving no trace. In class, the teacher's lesson was very vivid, but I didn't listen to it at all. Looking out the window at the sapphire sky, the hot wind blew from the window, blowing my bangs gently to one side, and the note that said "sorry" was blown to the ground. I was about to pick it up with my hand when the bell rang. A big shoe stepped on the paper, his hand as if touched the tip of a needle, and left the note. There's a footprint on it. The wind seemed to blow away my heart, empty, as if something was missing. I wrote another note and was about to give it to her when she was surrounded by a group of girls. She brushed past me as if she hadn't seen me. I did not exert any force, as if I had lost my center of gravity, and was knocked out and sat in a chair. Looking at her distant back, I wanted to stop her, but I was afraid and gave up... That's when I knew we were never going back. Once friendship, like sand in hands, gone with the wind. Looking at the sky, the heart drifted to the distance. "I'm fine without you." I said. But that doesn't mean you're not important - the second half, I didn't say to her. The next day, looking at her empty position, my heart seemed to be taken away by her, and it was empty. The teacher came in and said, "She switched schools today and won't come." It was like my brain exploded and I just stopped. She's gone! Why is she gone? I haven't said I'm sorry yet! I admit, this time, I really missed her. I called her after school and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." All she said was, "It's too late. Goodbye." Then there's a busy signal. One summer day in sixth grade, I was walking in the pouring rain. Suddenly, someone touched my shoulder, I looked, it was her! I tried to catch her, but she disappeared, just like she passed me by. I missed it again. I was thinking back then, if I stopped her, would it still be like this? At that moment, I grew up and understood that missing once may be missing a lifetime. My missing with you is the biggest regret in the long road of my life. When you stand at a fork in the road, remember to choose bravely.
By Keith Crawfordabout a year ago in Men
When it comes to
When it comes to the Spring Festival, everyone is no stranger, the most nostalgic Chinese people than the Spring Festival, the Spring Festival is the historical representative of our Chinese nation. The Spring Festival is the most solemn and distinctive festival of Chinese folk. In the countryside, people hang red and large lanterns in front of every household, and some stick couplets on both sides of the gate. The Spring Festival is the most lively festival, is also the oldest festival, generally New Year's Eve and the first day of the first month commonly known as "New Year", at this time should be every family reunion to eat together! To the New Year, the rural adults are busy preparing for the New Year, the street is selling firecrackers, selling couplets, the market is crowded with people to buy New Year's goods, everywhere floating the taste of the year. We came to hometown Guizhou, here is my father, second uncle, third uncle live place, there is grandma waiting for us at home, it is a no air conditioning, no heating home, are wooden houses, the family can only sit around a stove to roast a fire, because it is too cold, outside under the snow, the mountains are all white. I often complain about this place, because there is no fixed time to eat, I feel that I am eating at any time, and it is not our previous meal point, every time I can't eat, I have to often nest in bed, grandma will call me to eat again and again. My brother and sister were all clamoring to go out and buy firecrackers, Adults had to take us together, we saw fireworks feel every good, we took a big pocket each kind of firecrackers have bought some, the 30th day of the New Year's Eve dinner, the adults said that tonight can sleep after twelve o 'clock, to twelve o 'clock, we are sleepy fast, suddenly outside the sound of firecrackers, waiting for the adults to put the big firecrackers, my brother and I My sister also put up the small firecrackers we bought, which made the whole yard very lively. The good time soon passed, the fourth day of the New Year mom and dad will go to work we will leave. The day grandma waved goodbye to grandma outside the window, Grandma also smiled and waved goodbye to us, in fact, my heart is very reluctant to let us leave. The Spring Festival will soon be over, and we will have to study harder in the next semester.Man is a strange animal, why do people have so much trouble? Will there be so many difficulties? It's a question I may not know until I die. If I see God, if I see Allah, if I see Buddha, then I will bring this question to them. When I was a child, my mother told me that life is like a boat without sails in the vast ocean, you have it, but you can't control it. Just let it float slowly. Can you tell what's ahead? Sunlight? Wind and rain? An island to stay on? Or land to call home? Noooo! You never know. There may be sunshine after the wind and rain, or there may be continuous wind and rain. If you see land, and that land is covered in rain and wind, you are wondering whether or not you land on land but there is a sunny island. You will be faced with a choice of direction in life: will you settle down in the wind and rain or enjoy a moment of comfort on a sunny island? If you choose the former, then you are a brave person, you have to be responsible for your choice, bravely go on it - believe that one day the sun will come, but it is also possible that your - a sound are in the wind and rain, the past can not be turned back, There are a lot of people are braving the wind, rain and hard work, there are a lot of people successful, ushered in the most brilliant moment of life, in the original choice to feel lucky. There are also many people who were blown beyond recognition by the wind, were broken by the rain, and regretted the original choice. In the choice of island and land, some people will choose temporary comfort, win a moment of pleasure. It is quite possible that before long, when the storm comes, the sea will engulf the island and engulf your life. There is another rare situation, after you choose the island, your life is easy and happy from then on, until your life is over, the wind and rain do not come. With all this said, you may sigh and complain that the universe is so unfair, but that doesn't change anything. People in more times still need to bear, bear the sun, bear the wind and rain, bear happiness, bear setbacks.
By amber brownabout a year ago in Men
My fingers touched the
My fingers touched the black box in front of me, and through a slight coolness, I felt her temperature and heard her heartbeat. I'm still struggling to come to terms with it, but the choking smoke and the cries all around me fill my mind, forcing me to think about her at this ceremony. My father died of illness when I was three years old. Since then, my grandmother has become a kind of sustenance for my father in a subtle way. Remember grandma has a pair of big hands is always so generous and powerful, always can easily peel off my efforts but still difficult to do. Dried fruit. Her palms were dark, with deep lines, the result of long work. But every time her hand covered mine, it magically made me feel strong and warm. It is a feeling of peace, I often miss this peace of mind. Grandma can always tell a variety of unrepeated confuses, jokes, like what "hemp house, red curtains", always make me laugh. When she saw me smile, she laughed back, laughing until her face was wrinkled, laughing until her eyes were narrowed, laughing until she clapped her chest. That's enough laughing. One more. Keep laughing. So my mother often joked that Grandma would bring me up to be a crazy girl. Whenever her laughter into my ears, that simple and honest voice ah, is the world's most real. I often miss this truth. In Grandma's house, no matter what I do, when I look back, I will be able to meet Grandma's eyes, and through these eyes, I can feel inspired and trust. Her eyes had become a little cloudy with the passage of years, but I could always see flashes, as if I saw the kind of flicker of hope. Mother said, I am the hope of grandma's heart, I must study hard, later repay grandma...... That hope is mixed with love, and I often think of this love. A bow is a wish for the dead; Two bows, is respect for the dead; Three bows, is a deep yearning for the dead. At the end of the farewell ceremony, after my third bow, I dared not lift my body or my head again: tears filled my eyes and at last began to pour out; Thoughts filled the heart, the end is for a sigh......Childhood is beautiful, my childhood is cruel. Childhood is meant to be playful and carefree with friends. But I'm not happy at all. My childhood is limited no friends, no happiness, there is only loneliness and loneliness! Every time I look out the window, there are always a few people walking in groups on the way home. I was wondering when I could be one of them. As far as I can remember, I've never spoken to anyone. But one day there was a person in my life who changed my fate that day, I went to school after breakfast, on the way I was hit by a lovely little boy, the little boy hurriedly said sorry, I just smiled and went away. But then my jaw dropped when I found out that he was my mother's sister's child, and then I was even more surprised that he was going to live in my house and I actually said no but I was forced to say yes. I don't like the idea of spending the rest of my life with this guy. My little brother is sociable. He talks to me all the time. I just give him a smile. I clearly remember that it was a sunny morning, I was eating breakfast, little brother ran to me and said: sister, let's go to the playground. I did not speak, the little brother was happy to say not to speak is the default, I was ready to open his mouth but he has to prepare, in order not to hurt his young heart, I did not say anything more. And my little brother went to the playground, he insisted on pester me to ride the Ferris wheel with him, he knew I was afraid of heights ah. I still endure to play with him, the Ferris wheel that called a fear, scared my legs are weak, little brother seems to see what, called me to the side to do for a while. Unconsciously it was dark when my little brother and I went home, he was sleepy and fell asleep on my back, and I had to carry him home to look at my little brother sleeping on my back really sweet in my heart there is actually a sense of satisfaction. I now know that my childhood was happy!
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