The spring scenery is getting deeper and deeper, and the villages surrounded by mountains are wandering in the warm spring scenery. Before and after the spring equinox, the sun was shining and the temperature rose obviously. It seemed that you could hear the sound of grass spitting green and trees sprouting without leaving home. There were countless hopes in your heart. Every spring, it will lift the intoxicating picture scroll, and each color will flicker, charming and bright. When the tea-growing family heard the subtle sound of new buds, it was more like whispering in the bottom of their hearts. Don’t worry, such a good weather, such warm sunshine, and such pleasant wind are helping the tea trees sprout and harvest. The good wind will take advantage of it. After two or three days, the tea buds will emerge perfectly, sitting on the branch, I love the dead. When I glanced at it, I felt more happy and anxious in my heart. It was just a look in my eyes, which was teasing people’s thoughts of growing tea. What coming? The baskets and baskets for picking tea had already been made new, the pot table for cooking tea had already been cleaned clean, and the dried firewood and charcoal were also prepared enough. When the new tea was picked up, the couple came together, open your arms to make a pot of new tea. New Year’s new scene, New Year’s new taste, basket is new, tea basket is new, Tea Bud is also new, it seems that the whole person has become new because of the smell of spring, mood, needless to say, well, it includes all new things. The morning glow gradually dispersed, and the dew began to dry. The big girls and little daughters-in-law with sweet faces, aunt and aunt chatting while walking, all carrying bamboo baskets, went to their tea garden to pick tea. Try not to pick dew tea, which is already a habit that has been followed for a long time. People who grow tea don’t expect their own tea, which has good quality, good taste, eye-catching, and good price. A girl who is idle and like a follower, like a bird, twittering like a flower butterfly, fluttering around, either in front of people, or behind people, or making fun or laughing, either crazy or upbeat, without a moment, the voice of crying for a woman, one side did not fall, the other side rose again, a tea country Symphony, so the prelude was played, each syllable was full of local charm. The two hands are like chicken pecking Rice. The tea-picking women are not free, open the bow around, skillful and rhythmic, with tender tea buds passing through their palms, and then concentrated in the bamboo basket. The quiet tea leaves are fragrant, slowly surround these women. My hands don’t rest, and my mind is also moving. How can people have no idea in real life? When a woman grows up, she has to go through many changes of human feelings, thinking of time, days, family, family, the life years she is experiencing, and even youth, when I think of a woman’s elegance and role change, the feeling in my heart is just like the tea in my hand. When the feeling is strong, I will sing and the song will drift with the wind. I don’t know how many people will look at me, most of the time, I only heard the sound and didn’t see anyone, but every word, from the bottom of my heart, unconsciously made people intoxicated. A folk song is sung every year in the mountains and mountains in front of and behind the village. A folk song is the most sincere interpretation of tea picking women’s hearts, about their youthful longing and their inner desire, about their real life experience. Huangmei opera in my hometown is famous all over the country. The woman who picks tea is singing a few Huangmei tones while picking tea, which is a common thing and also the most exciting thing. In my memory, my aunt and aunt in my hometown didn’t have any special tea picking songs. Instead, they sang classic Huangmei opera one by one. They were busy at ordinary times, as if they didn’t know that they had such a taste, only in the tea picking season, you can dig into your own tea garden. When you are not free in the tea garden, you will inspire the sentiment hidden in the bottom of your heart and sing faintly, let a group of plain crops men be surprised and unsatisfied. When my mother was young, she could sing the songs that many girls sang, such as “ten girls”, “ten girls”, “ten scissors” and so on. She didn’t show her mouth at ordinary times, when picking tea in the garden, I would hum a few words intermittently. My mother’s songs were not Huangmei tune, but slang songs spread among men and women in rural areas at that time, which were full of the Flavor of Love Songs. It should be said that at that time, people don’t have the inner desire to give up because of the poor life. It is some sustenance that people don’t give up when they are ups and downs in the daytime and dusk. Although it is vulgar, bold and enthusiastic, it can’t be denied, it is the indispensable spiritual food of that generation. My sister read little books and followed her mother early to share some pressure for a big family. My sister can also sing those songs that my mother can sing. However, she can’t speak easily. A girl is always shy of such hot words, but she can’t speak them. In her heart, without the pursuit of love or the other half in her heart, perhaps these vulgar songs in the countryside are just the enlightenment of love in many women like sisters. When my sister is picking tea, she likes singing Huangmei tune with her sisters, such as “pig grass”, “Pair of flowers”, “couple watching lights”, many Huangmei Opera jokes such as “husband and wife return home” can be sung, and the singing is very interesting. Sometimes they are crazy, and you sing one sentence after another in the tea garden, but they don’t give in to each other, probably, it was also the girl’s unyielding temper in her heart, which made her happy with the eldest brother, uncle, uncle and uncle who were working in the nearby fields. They really didn’t expect that these girls were making a fuss, there is also such ability that singing is exactly the same as that in the movie! Since my brother behind me was seven years old and unfortunately died of missing the best treatment time due to illness, I have never heard my mother sing any more. She has sung songs for decades, buried deep in my heart like this. The elder sister was no longer crazy with her little sisters. When picking tea, a mother and daughter were silent. They could only see their hands and the slight rustle of tea branches. Just like when I was 25 years old, when my father died suddenly, I didn’t feel like singing any more. I didn’t really understand my mother’s mood until this time. In this world, there is nothing more torturing than the separation of life and death among beloved relatives. However, those songs have no sin and no reason to forget them.

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It was New Year’s Eve again in a flash, and most of the cities were empty. This was the case in immigrant cities. Maybe a series of firecrackers came occasionally. After two days of busy cleaning and purchasing, people have been tired for half a life. Tomorrow is the first day of the lunar new year. I don’t want to cook at home, so I go out to eat and relax, but the old man had to order to cook ten or eight dishes, chicken, duck, goose and fish. There were only a few people in the family. Could they eat them all? The old man wanted to worship God, but he also wanted to find time. I followed my wife, and I was busy there after I finished my work. I took time to watch the children. Except watching TV and going back to the room to surf the Internet, it seemed that I had nothing to do. I felt a little pitiful when I saw that my classmates lived far away from each other, and I didn’t say anything from all over the world, I didn’t contact any more during the holiday, and there were very few people who could chat with Q for several times. Recalling that when we were young, there were so many people who didn’t pay so much attention to safety issues. We either packed dumplings with our family members, fried horns, or ran downstairs to the flat ground, with several neighbors, they wore new clothes to play with the glass balls, or played the Sky Cannon, the ground mouse, the magic bomb, or burned the firecrackers and fried cans. The fun of our era has gradually faded away. Maybe we can’t understand the present era either. However, the long-time one-child policy and in this immigrant city, there will be a big migration every new year. The noisy corridors and small green spaces between the whole residential group all seem particularly empty. Ah, the contrast with our original is too big. Maybe new things also replace the old era. People also save a lot of troubles, but I feel that the distance between people is gradually moving away. That is not a matter of distance, because there is an era of Internet age and advanced communication. I mean the distance between heart and heart. I can greet people when I meet each other in this building, there was very little time to talk about a few words, and this festival was all gone. A little sad feeling. So I made a few phone calls to my friends, thinking about where to get together for the new year, where to climb the mountain to bask in the sun, or where to have a barbecue or sing K, etc, however, if you go out to travel by yourself, go to Huangshan with a group, and travel to Thailand by yourself, you will go back to your hometown. Or if you are busy receiving relatives, although you are not rich, but I can live a life, so at the beginning, I also wanted to follow the trend to go around, thinking that even if I couldn’t buy a ticket, even if I didn’t like to follow the group, I would go to a small village casually, it is also good for small counties to experience the fresh breath. However, seeing that there were eighty-year-old people at home and ten-year-old children at home, they could not run anywhere and couldn’t help dispelling the natural and unrestrained impulse. I couldn’t help sighing and being busy by myself. The New Year’s Eve reunion dinner was finally finished. I accompanied my family to take a taxi to go shopping in Huajie and wanted to buy some festive solar terms. However, after taking a taxi, apart from the flashing neon lights on the street, the most conspicuous one is that this two-way six-lane road has become a huge bus since it became a flower market, or a group of horses with neon lights and flowers, like a bow and a big door frame, are full of people, almost to the point where you don’t need to go, and there will naturally be someone pushing you behind, the traffic police were busy outside, and the armed police and the security guards were holding the stirring crowd three to five places inside. The sunshine on New Year’s Eve this year is very strong, and the temperature is also good. It actually reaches more than 20 degrees in the daytime, even when it is just dark in the evening, it looks like about 20 degrees, as a result, all kinds of people who dress for the Spring Festival show up, including a single long-sleeved T-shirt, a suit and a leather jacket. Walking inside, small stalls of all walks of life were placed on both sides and in the middle of the road. They were shouting and looking carefully, but they found that some products were not three without products, or they were more expensive than those in shops, of course, you can also find some bargains, which depends on your personal preference. After walking less than 100 meters, my parents couldn’t stand such a crowd, and finally gave up the idea of shopping in the Flower Street. However, the children squeezed far forward, so my parents had to go out in the same way, first, I took a taxi home to watch TV. We continued shopping with the children. When I got home, I looked at the various kinds of food on the table but had no appetite, perhaps because they were all bought from the supermarket, which was not as smelly and interesting as what I packed by myself. Because I lived in the suburb, I could still hear or see some fireworks and firecrackers secretly playing outside at this time. One after another, I couldn’t help recalling my heart, after watching the Spring Festival Gala, I went back to my room and sat in front of the familiar computer desk, staring and smoking. Since I graduated from school, I traveled to the south alone. It is not easy to start a family and set up a room from having nothing. However, what about standing here? Isn’t it the same for people who haven’t come out in their whole life? Maybe living is a wonderful picture. I can’t help thinking of the classic lyrics in my heart. The outside world is very wonderful and the outside world is very helpless.

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In some chapters of prose online, I have said that my memory is very poor. Therefore, I can’t remember the lost (continued ten) manuscript I wrote the night before. This also makes me more disgusted with the extremely vulgar behaviors of gamblers in small town stores. I want to explain here that my network cable is connected to the oil spill in the store. Unexpectedly, after I finished the draft, the store owner pinched my network cable, which caused me to submit it, failed to upload my file. This made me extremely annoyed. That night, my tears almost flooded my tile house. It is really hateful. Especially at this moment, if I want to rewrite (continued ten), I will be more angry. In order to present in front of everyone earlier, I will calm down my thoughts first. First of all, Chinese people are the most face-saving race in the world. I am a face-saving person. Because I like the exquisiteness and simplicity of the small tile house, but I am afraid that others will look down upon me as a person who can only live in the small tile house. Therefore, I began to work nervously. In order to realize the ideal, as well as the wonderful and unconventional process, I began to think about how to improve the precision and firmness of the building materials of small tile houses, I can not only maintain the original simple and ordinary characteristics of my life, but also increase my wealth to a level that can convince the world. In this way, I am satisfied. Because from then on, I could sit back and live in the small tile room without being despised by the rich. At the same time, I lived in a better environment because I could get rid of the bondage of small tile houses. I not only got quantitative relief in material, but also got qualitative leap in thought. At this point, I feel that I have found a specific goal for myself to strive for in the future. But here comes the question. How can I achieve this? Tough! As the saying goes, ideal is very plump, reality is very skinny. Sometimes I am very confused, and I don’t know where the road ahead should lead. It was not until one day that I published an article on prose online and passed the examination that I found some spiritual sustenance. However, in terms of the accumulation of wealth alone, I still have no capital to show off my wealth to the world at present. What I have is only a passbook with thin wages for the survival of the people at the bottom. How do you say that you can live in the cloud-Sky environment of the cave mansion and live a life like a fairy surrounded by strange flowers and splendors? I don’t think anyone can tell me its answer. In fact, the problem is very simple, that is, as I said, to build a small tile house in my heart. I think when the Tile House was founded, it was the day when wealth gathered. Today’s merchants are very vulgar. As long as you are famous, he will invite you to dance with Wolves. Then, there will be turbid money rolling in to you. I dare not think about such consequences, nor do I bother to think about them. I just want to live an idle and free life, write popular essays, and then use the tips earned from work and manuscripts to realize my incredible and weird ideas of flaunting wealth little by little. Purpose is simple. I hope that I can live in a small tile house without interference from the outside world. In this way, I think it is better than anything else. You see, how terrible it was that China’s richest man Zhong Qing was beheaded recently. So-called, wind Big Tree, finance multi-trouble. I don’t want to be dragged down by the more wealth than others. Therefore, it destroyed my process of building small tile houses. The small tile house is a small Greek temple in my heart. It has made considerable achievements in the process of my life and the development of my literature. I’m glad. No matter from the content of the alternative discussion in the previous paragraph, or from the argument of the unique life view at the beginning, the formation progress of my small tile house is not affected at all, this also excites me. From these aspects, I can tell you the reason of my pursuit of wealth: the pursuit of wealth itself is the upward witness of life itself. This comes down in one continuous line with the upward spirit of building the cabin. Therefore, I am not seeking wealth, but seeking blessing. The ancients said that it was a blessing from misfortune, and this was the truth. In fact, I don’t have to worry about others’ opinions on me at all. Because it is the product that I am worrying about. I can talk about an ancient phenomenon: If you are dressed in rags among the rich, you will die of self-abasement; If you are dressed in gorgeous clothes among the poor, you will be beaten and disabled by others, however, in the same crowd, if you wear similar clothes, you will feel at ease and your wealth and life will be guaranteed. It can be seen from this that my small tile house will not have unique treatment among many small tile houses. Of course, the owner of the small tile house was also delighted. And all my actions are nothing more than trying my best to release myself and make tomorrow different from the past. As the saying goes, people go up and water flows down. In fact, the artistic conception of a word controls all changes in the world: Tao. Wouldn’t you say?

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