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Xiao Yanghe, the river in my heart
Everyone's heart has a river, that is in the heart of the flow of love, no matter where they drift, are overflowing with deep fondness, carrying a sinking feeling and hang ......
By Jackmama4 years ago in Fiction
Silhouettes of The Field
The breeze is gentle, the sun is setting, the evening sun is reflecting, one walks on the country road, not knowing whether to feel the breeze or to appreciate the different scenery when the sun is setting, before one can understand, the sunset has stretched the shadow, the color of the evening sun is getting lighter and lighter, the wind is also getting lighter and lighter, the whole shadow is spread out on the ground, it looks big and long, stopping to appreciate the picture made by one's own shadow. Suddenly I found someone squatting on the ridge at the end of the field, smoking a cigarette, against the sunset and the evening sun, like a statue painted with oil.
By Jackmama4 years ago in Fiction
The Accident
Zhang Mingming is worried about his promotion again. He as a unit of the old hand, in the position of deputy director has been dry for more than five years, has not had a chance to rise again, looking and their own age, the same situation, while most of the promotion are wishing for success, he also thought to be a little more "progress", even if it is to enjoy a treatment also. But their own "towards" no one yo, relying only on individual efforts to struggle alone, really some of the force is not able to ah. Unexpectedly get a "senior" guidance: only low head pulling the car is not enough, but also look up to see the road; officialdom like a battlefield, know yourself and your enemy can win a hundred battles; cry baby milk to eat; just have the ability is not enough, but also have a relationship; a fence three piles, a good man three help... ... ... after the guidance of a dream, a word to wake up the dreamer's great enlightenment, Chen Mingming do everything possible, scouring the search for opportunities, looking for relationships.
By Jackmama4 years ago in Fiction
Sending a Flower of April
The season has come to pass the Qingming Festival waiting for the rainy season, but the beautiful ancient city at the foot of Tianshan Mountain has not seen a single star of green, not to mention the flowers. I really can't believe it's still spring, but it really is. The snow line on the top of Tianshan Mountain is the proof, the warm wind blowing past my ears is the conclusive evidence, and people's light and light-colored clothes are the most powerful persuasion.
By Jackmama4 years ago in Fiction
Mom's Oil Noodle Tea
This topic has actually been brewing for a long time, but I have always been afraid to write, I am afraid that my writing skills are not enough, I am afraid that I am not complete enough, will be the mother's share of unspoken hard work and love for their children nameless are not written well. Although just a bowl of ordinary oil noodle tea, but only I know in my growing up process, that extremely simple bowl of oil noodle morning tea behind how much dedication and love, how many years later I finally read the Tang Dynasty bitter poet Meng Jiao pen that blood-curdling verses, who words inch grass heart, the true meaning of the three spring sunshine.
By Jackmama4 years ago in Fiction
The death of my begonia
Yesterday, my mother called me to tell me that the begonia in front of the door had died. Her tone was particularly calm, but before she hung up the phone I could clearly hear her chanting, "I wonder if it will sprout again in the spring.
By DannyMox4 years ago in Fiction
The Head Shaver
When there is nothing to do, he led the old buffalo around the village. 　　It is not clear who is leading whom, it is an animal with two reins. Hoofprints and footprints like mixed together, and sometimes can not go together. He is directionless, his eyes like two sparrows, skimming here and there. Dark brown horns, rounded back, strong hooves know, he stepped over the soft yellow soil, with wet tongue rolled over the fat grass. It is busier than a man, always chewing and savoring something, whether it is dried marmalade or young grass. Several women in the village have the same tongue as this cow, the past can be mentioned again and again, and the present will become the grass of the past, until the right time to come back to taste, hahaha, he is also like this cow, also remembered something.
By DannyMox4 years ago in Fiction
The Poet and Suicide
Poets die young, and the reason for the early death of the poet, I am afraid that the poet suicide ratio is high and not unrelated.
By DannyMox4 years ago in Fiction
Winter in my hometown
"It's snowing at home today." In the evening, my mother and my aunt in Shandong province video chat, my aunt told my mother about the weather in her hometown in Shandong province. I think it's very difficult to see a snowfall in Hubei, let alone see a snowy picture, so to speak, but also a little miss the winter in my hometown as a child. Although the memory of winter is not as beautiful as spring, summer and autumn, but it also has its own unique characteristics.
By DannyMox4 years ago in Fiction
Insects Lingering
The town where I was born and raised was so small that the east end shouted at the children to eat, and the west end listened really well. Childhood interest is even smaller, never out of the three miles, can only linger with insects, bringing a different kind of joy!
By DannyMox4 years ago in Fiction
The Cooked Wheat
On the way home at the weekend found wheat ripe, the left, the right, all yellow, the next village as well. Too suddenly, you are busy growing up, I am busy living, probably too busy, who has not paid attention to who, I missed your youth, you missed my company, the good thing is that you succeeded, something to do something, all can see the results of your high lift. I remember last October because of the rain, many fields of wheat is waiting until after the cold dew to sow, according to the festival is not late, if there is no rain farming is to end early.
By DannyMox4 years ago in Fiction
The Island Guarded by the Moon
This is the story of an ordinary girl and an ordinary old man. 　　On the day of the little girl's birth, everyone was full of expectation, but when they learned that it was a female child, and an unpleasant one with a hairy face, some people began to speak blatantly and coldly, and the doctor who delivered the baby said unapologetically, "I have delivered so many babies, and I have never seen such an ugly-looking one." The little girl's world was just beginning to build when she was surrounded by unkindness. Later, the old man hurried over, he picked up the little girl with trembling hands, his wrinkled face was full of smiles, his eyes were full of tenderness, he narrowed his smiling eyes and said excitedly: "Girl, good wow! Good ...... Really good!" Hearing the old man's words, the others reluctantly shut their mouths. The old man bought a not cheap firecracker, has been from the hospital to home, it is the loud sound of firecrackers, dispel the darkness in the world of the girl child, also let the newborn girl child feel the warmth of the world.
By DannyMox4 years ago in Fiction