Month: November 2018

In laughter, I still miss the new year of my old country

Today is the New Year. The day of laughter and laughter.   I also like others, got up early. After getting ready to go, look in the mirror again and stroke the broken hair in front of your forehead.. I gave myself a smile in the mirror, only to find that the smile did not reach the corners of my mouth.     But I still set foot on the journey of New Year in the dark dawn.   Although the journey was not very long, I still walked in the silent dawn for a long time until my feet ached a little..     I stopped to look at the silent street, the street lights flashing, only I was shaking in the blurred light and shadow. I suddenly felt a little distressed.   The world, as if at that moment only I was wandering alone in the street.   I don’t know when, I have become lonely, although I live in the crowd.     If it was in the past, if Dad was still there, I would still lie in bed and watch my busy parents blink at this time of year and month..   At that time, dad was always humming a little song and wandering around the house. The stove was burning brightly, but Dad was still assiduously adding firewood.. The heat in the hut was dense and the smile lingered on our faces..     After the first sound of firecrackers, the steaming dumplings came up, and I just lazily climbed up the kang.   At that time, it was discovered that mom had prepared new clothes for us. The most unforgettable light in parents’ eyes after wearing new clothes. That’s not enough. Mom did magic tricks on my hair again. braided hair, who likes Ma Zha best, jumps over his mother’s wishes wherever he goes..     Outside the window, firecrackers began to continue, laughter also spread in all corners.   Always when the first dumpling was eaten in half, the hut was full of New Year’s greetings.   All smiles, saying auspicious words of New Year’s greetings. After a burst of excitement, the cabin was calm again.   We finished our breakfast again in simple words and laughter.   There will still be many people coming to pay New Year’s greetings.   The cabin was steaming hot, always talking and laughing, and the anger gradually dissipated in the room. The bright red window flower on the window pane also opened its smile.   The small room kept laughing.     Dad also took us to New Year’s Eve.   Walk out of the door, only to find that a happy foot socket has been stepped out of the knee-deep snow. The road mom swept was also covered with stars of snow.   We followed Dad. Dressed in beautiful new clothes and shoes, her mother’s beautiful braided hair was swaying in her hand.. I’m eager to be praised by others.   Happy mood even the snow was infected, and the first ray of sunshine in the morning shone with its golden light..   There was so much warmth on the road that once celebrated the New Year.. With dad’s company and sisters’ laughter. Walking on the road that Mom swept, it seems that happiness has been spreading all the way to the heart. Now, this cold street is so far away from the old country..   Today, this is the New Year, but I can’t find the old smile.     The street lamp is still shining with cold light. It is not shining because of my confusion..   The speeding vehicles were also rolled up with inexplicable sadness.   A person’s shrinking forward, no longer care about my foot pain. Or maybe it’s already cold enough to numb the nerves.     Finally, the sky turned white and I have reached the end of the road. There are already many people there.   People in the street began to come out to pay New Year’s greetings. There is still no your shadow.Because you are also on your way home, just different from me.   In the process of getting closer and closer to home, I put my old country in a distant memory.     I can only smile in the New Year’s wind with these familiar and unfamiliar faces.   Finally stopped this familiar and unfamiliar New Year celebration. But my face was already a little stiff with laughter.     This day is a happy year and laughter continues.     Your arrival, although it was a little late, was a happy smile on her face.   I try my best to look at your smiles and narrow my eyes so as not to let the thoughts in my heart overflow. But in the casual tears broke the line. I only turn around quietly and don’t want you to see it, because today is a happy year.     In laughter, the happy lunch continued.   Listen, you’re talking about a year’s experience and New Year’s expectations, and suddenly you want to escape. But I still sat there, silently holding the food in my mouth, and finally I didn’t know what to eat..   He fills himself up in a daze. I don’t want to be careful about what I eat, because I’m afraid of comparing it with the food I remember.   Quietly nest yourself in the big sofa. Look at the sketch on TV and listen to your chat and laughter. Will also follow your laughter corners of the mouth a curl, said I have no fugue.     You’re still drinking.   The food is cold. You’re still talking and drinking.   At that time, I unwillingly remembered dad pouring two cups of wine. A cup of water was poured on the ground to show piety; A cup of tea and a sip of wine signify a blessing for the New Year.   Always in the light bouquet, dense with the smiles of parents and sisters.   This bouquet really makes me miss it. It has always made me drunk in a happy New Year with parents and sisters.   If I can, how I can’t afford to get drunk.   But my life will continue.     Like now, I’m still here watching you drink and cry. But I know that the bitter tears are actually pregnant with happiness.   At least when you want to cry, you have parents to cuddle up to. At least you can get drunk happily around your parents on the New Year’s Day..   And I can only raise my head firmly, or turn my body around to the streets where no one lives, so that tears will follow the raging cold wind..     Looking at your face flushed with wine and trembling shoulders. I know that it is because of your parents’ hard work that you feel sad.   But did you see the pain in their eyes at that moment!   How I envy you for having parents around me, but I don’t have the distant happiness around me.     Tears clouded my eyes again. But I only let it turn in the rim of the eye and not let it flow to the edge of my eye. Because I’m afraid tears will break the line again.     Always in such a new year, such an atmosphere. Miss clearly has gone far, clearly has been buried deep and very strict, but in an instant it seems to be in front of me..   Tears unwillingly flooded my heart again. Originally I still miss, originally I still hope to have parents around me, but this wish can no longer be realized.   I can only move on.     The wine was finally exhausted and the meal was finished. But laughter still remains.     I got up and went outside.   The yard was flushed with the setting sun, and at that moment I was bathed in the sunset glow..   Raised his head, I saw the new year’s setting sun shining on the top of the tree is also very red. In the red light and shadow, I seem to see the house where my parents and sisters laugh. I stood there for a long time until my feet froze and began to ache..    When I turned my head, I suddenly found that your figure was bathed in the sunlight. The appearance of you drinking wine at that moment had some transparent aperture under the glow of sunlight..   Happy New Year! You said softly.   Warm moments in my heart.   It turns out that I don’t want much, as long as I have a warm greeting, it will be enough!     My tears came again.   But this time I didn’t turn my head. I let tears flow on my face. But you pulled up my hand in the setting sun.

I said pure literature

– About my thinking on pure literature now, ” pure literature” has become a topic of great concern and controversy for many writers, literary critics, literary theorists, literary researchers, literary editors and literary publishers.. Among them, there are both professional writers and non-professional writers, including professors, experts and scholars from colleges and universities and scientific research institutes, editors and publishers of pure literary periodicals and publishing companies, as well as famous masters, literary predecessors, literary youth and young scholars. Every one of us has different opinions and opinions, which has caused the literary world to contend with each other.. In particular, some distinguished experts and scholars have made an in-depth study of the current situation of pure literature, and have put forward many effective remedies and solutions to the difficulties faced by pure literature. For the development of pure literature, it puts forward good suggestions and countermeasures. I am very happy that pure literature can attract the attention and attention of so many experts and scholars. In particular, the leadership of the Communist Party of China will now attach importance to cultural construction, regard cultural construction as a soft power of the country, regard cultural construction as the top priority of the powerful nation, and vigorously develop cultural construction.. That’s really good news.     Literature is an important part of cultural construction. The present literature presents multiple colors. As far as the media of literature are concerned, there are several different forms of literature communication, such as paper media literature, film and television literature, audio and video literature and network media literature. Several kinds of literary media are interdependent and each has its own advantages. Pure literature, as the mainstream of literature, once had its glory and reached the peak of an era. Now, pure literature, as the mainstream literature, has almost reached the edge of literature. Nowadays, pure literature has become elite culture and mainstream literature, and has only become owned by a very small number of cultural elites.     Those cultural elites mainly include several types of people: First, cultural celebrities and literary masters. They are often professional cultural workers and literary workers who are engaged in cultural work or literary work and have achieved considerable achievements in the cultural field or literature.. Including intellectuals, writers, writers, poets, literary critics, literary theorists, literary researchers, literary editors, literary publishers, literary managers, literary educators, etc. They often work for cultural institutions, literary and artistic organizations, newspaper editorial departments, publishing companies, colleges and universities, etc. They are engaged in cultural and literary creation, research, editing, publishing and other related work, and have achieved great achievements in various fields.. Among them, there are cultural researchers and professional writers. There are not only literary periodicals, newspaper supplements, literary editors from publishing companies, but also professors and researchers from colleges and universities and scientific research institutes.     Second, Party Committee Propaganda Cadres, National Cultural Officials and Literary Bureaucrats with Certain Administrative Positions and Levels and Ranks or Titles. There are mainly three types of people: first, senior propaganda officials from the propaganda department of the central or local party committees; Second, senior officials of the state department of cultural administration; Third, senior bureaucrats in the central or local literary and art institutions.     China’s pure literature periodicals are often sponsored by the central and local literary associations, writers’ associations, publishing companies, colleges and universities, etc.. Literary journals are controlled by a few cultural elites. Those cultural elites often have an official background – or bureaucrats in official literary and art institutions, or bureaucrats in party and government organs, or writers supported by the government, or editors of literary journals, newspaper supplements, or editors of publishing companies, or professors, experts, scholars in universities, or literary research experts and literary theorists in scientific research institutes, who are often authoritative figures in culture and literature.. They often have the dual or multiple identities of bureaucrat and writer or bureaucrat and editor.. Pure literature journals have become the world of a few cultural elites.     At present, pure literature is facing an embarrassing situation – on the one hand, China’s pure literature is not booming, on the other hand, Chinese pure literature journals are controlled by a few elites, and those cultural elites, cultural celebrities and literary masters not only have the convenience of publishing pure literature works, but also have the advantage of publishing books at public expense.. Those elites, cultural celebrities and famous writers often get rich payment after they publish their books. Because those elites, cultural celebrities and famous artists are often not only famous writers, but also bureaucrats or editors, they have the right to work and publish a book and often can get sky-high fees. On the other hand, it is difficult for most ordinary writers to publish their pure literary works. All kinds of literary awards sponsored by the Chinese Writers’ Association, whether they are Lu Xun Literature Prize, Mao Dun Literature Prize, Ding Ling Literature Prize, Ba Jin Literature Prize, Guo Moruo Poetry Prize, National Government Prize or various literary awards sponsored by local cultural associations, writers’ associations and cultural departments of the national government, tend to value famous writers and poets rather than those ordinary writers and poets.. Those writers who won the national literary awards will often be well-known writers or official writers – either the president of the provincial federation of writers, the president of the provincial writers’ association, or the vice-president of the federation of writers, the vice-president of the provincial writers’ association, or the secretary and deputy secretary of the provincial party committee, or the party secretary and deputy secretary of the big cities.. In short, those winners are often either very prestigious or very status and identity. There are so many writers in China who have made great achievements in literary creation and have not held any leadership positions in literature and art, as well as leadership positions in party and government organs and social positions, and several have won national and local literary awards? On the one hand, it is a cultural elite, a cultural celebrity, and a literary master, who has a high position, wealth and power, belongs to a successful person and is a wealthy class. On the other hand, for ordinary writers, it is difficult to publish pure literary works and to publish them.. As a mainstream writer, the greater the fame, the higher the status, the more convenient it is to publish books. Especially those mainstream writers, because of their status, authority and identity, not only can they publish books at public expense, but also often have publishing companies to invite manuscripts at home.. But those who are not famous and not engaged in pure literature not only face many difficulties, not only are they difficult to be understood and supported, they often have no hope of publishing books at public expense, but they also tend to be snubbed, ridiculed and ruthlessly hit by the public.. Publishing books at one’s own expense has become the only way for those unknown writers to publish books.     At present, the propaganda department of the central and local party committees, the national cultural administrative department and the literary and art leading organs have a considerable amount of national financial special funds each year to support writers from all over the country – nominally key writers or powerful and potential writers. in fact, those countries’ special financial funds for literature have also supported several real writers.? The state is a special literary finance, often owned by bureaucrats and mainstream bureaucratic writers. Those bureaucrats and mainstream bureaucrat – writers, either holding senior leadership positions in the propaganda department of the party Committee and the state cultural administration department, or holding leadership positions in the cultural union or writers, or being state-sponsored writers, have the right to a job, a fixed salary for the state, various preferential treatment for the state, and the privilege of enjoying the state’s key support.. Who cares about those poor writers and amateur writers, especially those living in the countryside? At present, many villages have been named as ” culture demonstration town”, ” culture demonstration village”, ” culture famous town”, ” culture famous village” by the local city and county. In fact, they are all for fame and reputation, but they have no reputation.. I heard that there was a town named ” culture demonstration town” of the city county, a village in the town was named ” culture demonstration village”, and there was neither a library nor a library in the village.. I heard that there is a village, in order to evaluate the ” culture demonstration village”, in fact, there are no cultural facilities and no cultural activities in the village. What is interesting is that in order to evaluate the ” culture demonstration village” and bring benefits to the village, village officials went to the city and ordered hundreds of books to be stored in the village’s primary school, which belongs to the village and is neither open to teachers and students in the village’s primary school nor to villagers in the village, which is nominally the village’s library. In fact, all the year round, they are closed for reading..There is a village official in charge of the library. Village officials do not read, nor do they recognize others. The village officials are keen on the honor of ” culture demonstration village”, which is not, of course, a cultural activity in the village – it is not so great for most village officials.. Officials in those villages consider their own actual interests – evaluation of the’ culture demonstration village’, financial capital in the town and financial capital in the city – as long as evaluation of the’ culture demonstration village’, they will have real money. The real money went into the pockets of village officials. Why not? Of course, not every town can be rated as a ” culture demonstration town”. Not every village can evaluate the ” culture demonstration village”. To be able to comment on’ culture demonstration town’,’ and’ culture demonstration village’, there must be quite a relationship in the city. It doesn’t matter, what kind of career is difficult to accomplish. Cultural elites often live in large and medium-sized cities. Especially those cultural elites who have great influence are all living in big cities. Pure literature is owned by the cultural elite in the city. For rural writers and amateur writers, they are often forgotten roles.     On the one hand, pure literature is close to a few cultural elites and away from the public. On the one hand, pure literature is facing difficulties in survival – pure literature is facing many difficulties.     I don’t know when pure literature can be close to ordinary people and become the common property of literary workers and lovers, rather than the exclusive property of cultural elites?

Hospitalization rhapsody

Time flies by without trace. People’s perception of the years is only the change of day and night and the transmigration of seasons. After the passage of time, all we can remember is the things or things of a certain period of time in the past, and we can’t see any traces of the passage of time, so there is no trace of time.. In fact, years are not traceless, they accumulate in people’s growth, depict people’s faces and settle in people’s lives. When you get old and stay at home, you will be more aware of the rapid pace of time. You will lament that the years have gone by in a hurry, regardless of the fact that people get older first.. Spring goes to spring and comes again. People go or not return.     The heart is an important organ of the human body. It is the clock of life and plays the movement of life rhythmically all the time.. However, recently it was found that my life clock has been rusted by years and often stops in seconds. The medical term is’ premature beat’. Not only that, I also felt the occasional colic in the heart area, which attracted my great attention. So I went to the hospital to see a doctor. The doctor was very domineering and threw himself at me and immediately issued me a notice of hospitalization, saying that he was going to be hospitalized for a comprehensive examination.. I was completely overwhelmed and had no psychological preparation at all. I thought: After all, I might not be able to walk out as soon as I came in, so my life is over and I can’t give an account of my affairs yet.! Time flies. Life is like a dream!     My fans stared at me in hospital, and the nurse led me into my ward and lay in my hospital bed.. This is the first time I have ever been hospitalized and one of my most taboo things, perhaps the last time in my life. Can’t, years heartless, life He Nai? Perhaps hospitalization is not a bad thing, just as cars enter the factory for better maintenance and the clock needs to be oiled for better operation, hospitalization is also to provide health care to the increasingly poor body so as to facilitate the normal swing of the life clock.. May God bless me and keep me alive. Years passed, although you changed my appearance, but don’t reduce my life, let my precious life continue with you slowly, and describe the wonderful scenery of life together … ah, I was once an idealist and had no fear of death.. When he joined the army, he vowed to devote his youth to defending his motherland. When he joined the Party, he vowed to fight for communism for life. But now, when natural life is about to go by crane fairy, there seems to be some worry.. But it is not fear of death, but mixed with a few infatuation. The infatuation with the world of mortals, the infatuation with relatives and friends, and the infatuation with a better life. Not afraid of death, but don’t want to die, most can be said to be greedy for life, all living things are like this, no wonder.     I was hospitalized for four days and did various examinations, such as stool examination, urine examination, routine blood biochemical examination, color Doppler ultrasound, cardiac imaging, kidney B ultrasound, brain nuclear magnetic resonance, etc.. The final diagnosis was mild coronary heart disease. It turns out that years have deposited carbon in my body’s engine in this way, leaving an indelible mark and fettering the normal swing of my life clock..     Being admitted to a hospital is a real patient. Even if you are still alive and kicking like a healthy person, you must also lie in a hospital bed and receive treatment programs such as injections and drops of liquid.. The second day of hospitalization was the most unforgettable and crazy day for me. At about 9: 00 a.m., a male nurse came to my bedside with a gurney, saying that she was going to take me to’ lead in the operation department’ for cardiac imaging diagnosis. I said I could go without gurgling.. The paramedics refused to let me go. They also called in several nurses to help me and ordered me to abide by the hospital regulations and press me on the gurney.. The operation department is on the third floor. We enter the elevator from the eighth floor. There are many people wearing white coats in the elevator.. After I was pushed into the elevator, the doctors took the initiative to flash to the other side of the elevator and stand in front of my wheel bed. At this point, the elevator was filled with a quiet and serious atmosphere, and no one spoke. In order to ease this awkward atmosphere, I could not help but speak. I asked them what the scene looked like? A female doctor asked me what I looked like? I said goodbye to the body. She said no, the body is missing at least a piece of white cloth from me. She also added that I can’t die. People who are dying have lost their sense of humor without breaking their breath.. She reassured me that I would live a long life! In the midst of everyone’s ha ha laugh, the elevator door on the third floor opened and the doctors nodded to me in unison.. In my opinion, this is clearly the ” walk all the way” sign-like farewell ceremony.     The door was closed and I couldn’t get in. The nurse told me that the first person I went in needed to install an arterial stent, and it took me a little longer to wait patiently for a while.. So I was pushed into an empty house to rest and wait. The door’ crashed with a clash’ was closed by the caretaker, leaving me lying flat on the wheel bed in the room, silent and chilly, unable to hear the outside voice, not like in the world at this time and place, but like paradise in the west..I suspect that the paramedics did not push me to do cardiogram, but pushed me directly into the morgue..     At last it was my turn, and I was carried to the operating table. The doctor disinfected my right hand, then did local anesthesia at the artery of the wrist, where the doctor of traditional Chinese medicine felt the pulse, and then stuck a long plastic needle into my artery. Despite the anesthesia, I still felt a sharp pain.. I took a peek and found that the long plastic needle was as thick as a normal sweater needle and was about 20cm in length.. At this point, I closed my eyes and never looked at it again. I honestly lay on the operating table and let the doctor play with it. Suddenly, there was a burning sensation in my palm and the back of my hand. I knew it must be my blood, which was sprayed through a long hollow plastic needle.. Then I felt the doctor pushing a special rope into my blood vessel. The machine rang on the front and both sides of my chest like taking pictures. Perhaps this is a form of’ cardiogram’. However, I am not interested in this. What I am worried about is the deep red blood gushing from the blood vessels.. I guess there must be a lot of blood in the mouth just sprayed out, otherwise, the area of heat sensation will not be so large. I was worried that the blood would still spray, even gush, until the last drop of blood condensed into a scab and blocked the mouth of the needle, and then a piece of white cloth covered me from head to foot….     Coronary heart disease, the name of the disease sounds really scary, but it is still in a mild stage, not to the point where an arterial stent needs to be installed.. According to the doctor’s instructions, as long as you change your eating habits and do some aerobic exercises properly, the blockage of blood vessels may be improved.. With this conclusion, I went through the discharge formalities.     Years are long and life is short. According to statistics, the average life expectancy of Chinese is only 75 years, or 900 months. The first third is the stage of learning, which passes quickly in ignorance. Most of the time in life should be wasted in the second stage, in which everyone is paving his future with youth.. No matter what fate is, no matter the outcome is good or bad, as long as it takes about 480 months, your essence will be mercilessly hollowed out by the years, marked with the mark of elimination, and will naturally reach the final stage of life.. At this stage, the years will not leave too much time for themselves. The counting of fingers is already less than one third, and the life clock has entered the countdown.. At this moment, you seem to hear the footsteps coming towards you from the terrifying. So, some hesitation inside, and then came up with the complex of love for the world, and the idea of lust for life came into being.. So, I don’t have much time left. The only thing I have to do is to take care of myself according to the doctor’s advice. This may create a miracle and break through the assumption that life is only nine hundred months old. Think of this, my spring heart ripples, confidence is one hundred times. From now on, I want to adjust my mentality, not to race against time, not to ignore the marks of time, but to care about my health and well – being..

handsome boy

[ Guide ]: I was surprised and looked back quickly. An old lady with a child in her arms behind me was leaving two boxes of milk to go out. Before she ran to the door, a plainclothes security guard grabbed her back and kicked her. She struggled to get up and tried to rush out. The handsome boy had stopped right against the face and slapped the old lady two times, cleanly like his white shirt and blue trousers..   That boy is handsome.     The first time I saw him was at the entrance to the lobby of Zhongchang Department Store. He stood upright in a brand-new uniform with a standard military posture. The neat white shirt and blue trousers set off his handsome appearance, his tie neatly clipped on the top of his shirt, his knife-shaped eyebrows long – eyed, his mouth wide and his nose high, his hair slightly curled, and his ceremonial bow, much like the handsome man in the Korean drama..     The appearance of the boy in his twenties and twenties, with the sunshine and handsome appearance, attracted the constant stream of customers to look askance. Girls walked past him shyly. Jiao Jiao smiled and turned back to whisper frequently.. I also often think that if such a beautiful young man is a girl’s boyfriend, he will greatly satisfy the vanity of others and envy a group of onlookers..     I often go shopping in Zhongchang and meet him. The boy is mainly responsible for keeping bags for the guests. I don’t bother him too much. Sometimes, when he takes his daughter to the supermarket, he often pulls out two balloons and hands them to his daughter. When there are a lot of things, he will help him to mention the outside of the mall and bend over to say goodbye to his daughter with a smile. He is attentive and considerate..     One morning, as soon as I was ready to leave after paying the money, I heard the cashier’s young lady shout, ” That, the baby – hugger, the old woman, don’t let her run away.”. I was surprised and looked back quickly. An old lady with a child in her arms behind me was leaving two boxes of milk to go out. Before she ran to the door, a plainclothes security guard grabbed her back and kicked her. She struggled to get up and tried to rush out. The handsome boy had stopped right against the face and slapped the old lady two times, cleanly like his white shirt and blue trousers.. The child cried with fear, and the cashier cried out with glee, ” It’s good to kill, but steal at this age.”. Fortunately, I saw it, otherwise I told us to lose money. ‘ The old lady blushed with embarrassment and was beaten. The child was crying again. She didn’t know what to do. Tears slid down her face, and she was still crying incoherently with a quivering voice: ” Not stealing, but forgetting to pay, don’t scare the child, don’t frighten the child.”. A few customers were nearby to persuade them that the two men didn’t pay any attention. One grabbed her sleeve and pulled her up the elevator. The old lady struggled to get down, and the handsome boy stepped forward and kicked her down with a good gesture. He must have practiced fighting and the child almost threw out.. A salesgirl still scolded, ” Why don’t you take money without stealing?”. Old shameless, how to teach children? ‘ I was stunned for a while, and finally I eased myself off and left my things and shouted at the boy: ” Sir, sir, please, sir”’ He ignored me and took the old lady to the second floor with the plainclothes security guard..     I know that there is a storage room on the corner of the second floor and I often see salespersons resting there. I quickly followed up. They have closed the door of the storage room. The sound is playing, the old woman is crying, the children are crying, and there are loud scolding and vague pleadings.. The salesperson gathered around and told me to go down and mind my own business.     When I came down dejectedly, a few people at the door were still pointing. I picked up something and looked at the top of the counter. There were two bottles of yogurt that had just been seized, strawberry – flavored, children’s favorite drink, and 1.71 bottles. If possible, I think many of the people I’m with are willing to pay these three dollars and forty cents in exchange for the short-term happiness of the children and the humble face of the old man.. I said to the counter lady, again how, you shouldn’t hit people. She rightfully refuted me: Who wouldn’t she hit? Who told her to steal? No money to drink? I don’t give up and looked up at the elevator again, with a bright red honor list on the wall, showing all the colleagues in Zhongchang Supermarket in the world their love of boxing for disaster relief, totaling 1,050 yuan..     At noon, he told the story to his lover. He paused and said, ” Ah, we can’t manage it.”. When I went out at night, I heard from the vendors next to the supermarket that the old lady was beaten badly and the children were scared, and the family paid a fine to redeem them..     After that, I never went there to buy anything. Sometimes when I pass by the supermarket door, the handsome boy is smiling to welcome guests, polite, as before, thoughtful and attentive.[ Responsibility Editor: Yuet Hua[ Original ]

From today

From today on, forget the true age and let the wind of the years freely cross the face, leaving its relentless footprint with its own memory of struggle..     From today on, forget this humble occupation that makes people happy and makes people worry, let sadness melt into a wine jar filled with sureness, and make more mellow showers tomorrow..     From today on, forget the pitiful salary that remains unchanged and worthless, let envy and despair rot in your stomach, cultivate your own small dishes with both hands, and let the sunshine of life fill every green leaf..     From today on, no longer blindly compare with others, let the seeds of self-abasement die out and regain the momentum of moving forward.     From today on, I will no longer be angry with students for trivial matters, criticize others and myself for a piece of paper, and forgive everything with a tolerant heart. Good or bad is a day, good or bad is only three years, ” I believe the sun will still shine tomorrow..     From today on, let the family live in harmony and laughter, be a poor rural teacher, and carefully taste the happiness contained in a poor life in difficult times..     From today on, dust down and hang up the yellow banner again, remembering the Buddhist doctrine that needs to be studied for a lifetime: the belly can tolerate heaven and earth and what can not be tolerated by oneself.   Opening his mouth, he smiled and laughed at the old times and laughed at everything today..