I am loyal fans of the cavalrymen, they often see them galloping all the way in tights, helmets and sunglasses. No matter on the country path or on the spacious road, I will have heartfelt envy. I also imagine the woman, like Spiderman, like Masked Warrior, no matter what kind of warrior, I think it seems that as long as the whole body is armed, the cat can walk like a swordsman on the seat. So today, I also tried to get along with my husband. I don’t have any professional equipment. I just wrap my head up with beautiful silk scarves and wear sunglasses. Looking in the mirror anytime and anywhere, I feel very stylish. When I set out, I wanted to ride a bike for fun, and by the way, I went to Yanjin County to see the old classmates I hadn’t seen for many years. At the moment on the road, I suddenly wanted to cross Yanjin and ride to Kaifeng’s hometown, which was 200 miles away. I want to ride leisurely, swing, slowly, listen to the music, not too tired, at most spend some time. And I have plenty of time. It’s good to ride to a place to live in the dark. Together with this thought, the flower in my heart seemed to bloom, and immediately I was full of energy. I was embarrassed to admit that even Vanity rose instantly. I, a weak woman and a slim lady, rode to Kaifeng hundreds of kilometers away. What perseverance and persistence I had. My heart, as if I had achieved my wish, couldn’t help being complacent. Leg under wind. But I didn’t expect to retreat so early. Although his mouth was still tough and his legs were still persistent, his heart was deflated first. The reason is not because I am tired, but because my leg hurts. I have never had any leg pain before when riding a bike, but today’s right leg knee has a much more pain from the faint pain just now, and the pain area is gradually expanding. I felt timid at first. How could my legs hurt? Was it the sequela of dancing injury that year? At that time, I was lame for a month. Don’t try to ride to Kaifeng for a while and then return tomorrow. The root of the disease is small, and it’s great to be disabled for life. The little drum in my heart was so loud that my legs slowed down obviously. Finally, I couldn’t help walking down and trying. It seemed that I didn’t feel much. Then continue. As long as I am not disabled, a little illness and disaster will not destroy the high morale in my heart. But why hasn’t it arrived in Yanjin County? The market in Guguzhai has been gone for a long time, but the shape of the trees along the road has not changed a little. Sometimes there are turns, but what happens after turning, it is not that endless trees flash by me, and flash again. God, what is a long road? A long road. I finally, I finally said that I would not go to Kaifeng, but to Yanjin to catch up with my classmates. But where is Yanjin, there is no hint that he wants to reach the destination at all. The more I rode, the weaker I was, and the more frustrated I was. My thigh couldn’t move my lower leg, and my thigh and lower leg were disjointed. They separated, and my left leg also joined the ranks of pain. Is it inevitable that my legs hurt during a long journey? I really want to sit on the ground and cry. My husband also saw my depression, knowing that I could not ride a tiger and was in a dilemma, so he took out the thick rope prepared in advance, tied a knot, hung one end on my car and one end on his car. I feel ashamed. Although I am not a heroine, I still want to pursue the fashionable title of female Man. But I had no choice but to have a hard journey. I couldn’t do it. We had to follow him on the road against our will. Don’t say it’s really energy-saving. I never thought that one car with another car could be done so easily. But it’s too dangerous. If I can’t control it well and get it along with the rope in front of me, I will definitely fall down. This great potential safety hazard made me very uneasy. In case that good man took a photo and sent it to the Internet, alas, the consequences! Look, I’m so tired that I have the mood to think about it. Forget it. I ‘d better be self-reliant. I ‘d rather be tired than dangerous. This is the main road for trucks to fly. After many hardships and tears, I finally arrived at the county where my classmate was located. But it is already lunch break. My classmates took us to the Wanshou Tower, the only historic site in Yanjin. This tower was built during Wanli’s reign, with a seven-story attic-style brick tower. Not open to the public, just look at the appearance of the tower, the shade of pine and cypress, the hexagonal eaves and the delicate carved lotus, which are indeed the color of brick, simple and restrained, and unremarkable, but the more such a thing is, the more it can withstand the baptism of wind and rain, and the longer it lasts. It stands quietly and unobtrusive, overlooking the changes of the world, and naturally has the character of calm and magnanimity. The temple where this tower is placed has an intriguing name Dajue Temple. The world is boundless. Outside the wall of Dajue Temple is the street of Red Men and green women. It is chaotic and bustling. The quiet temple is surrounded by noise. When the door is opened, it will be a crowd of people. Close the door and talk about Buddhism. This is given, what kind of enlightenment does it give to the world. The so-called “great thinking and great Enlightenment” could not be separated from the vulgar and vulgar in the world originally, but fell into it, which was a precious state. I this silently standing. It seems that I want to cleanse my mortal heart. But we didn’t dare to delay. We stopped and went for nearly five hours during the 80-mile journey. Seeing the sunset, the speed of coming, can’t it reach midnight? Besides, my legs are still fighting. It is really a question whether I can insist on riding back. I dare not think about it, but only walk with the bullet of head. It was relaxing at the beginning when I came, but the way back, from heart to leg to every part of the body, was heavy at the beginning. I have no confidence at all. I am afraid of this journey. For this psychological weakness, my return Road was doomed to be tragic. But this is not the case. It was just difficult at the beginning. Later I tried to pull his hand and let him walk with it. I felt like a flash of lightning, and it also seemed very romantic. Outsiders look like glue, in fact, it is completely out of physical tiredness. It hurts my waist. But no matter where the pain is, the pain is numb in the end. I don’t know after a long time, I can finally turn all the pain into numbness. At this time, I also entered my urban area. The sun had already fallen from my eyelids to the mountain. It was already dark, but I was not afraid of it. I felt more and more at home. After leaving the door, I realized that the home was so warm and rare. I spread it away, and ran to my home, running to the only one that belonged to me. The return trip takes only three hours. Finally back. I thought that my broken legs didn’t hurt at all, and the hardship on the road could not be reflected at home at all. But I left a shadow in my heart. I was a little timid about the word “Qi Qiran. I dare not imagine riding to Kaifeng any more. Riding 80 miles and going back and forth for 1.6 miles will become the limit of my life. Not dare to challenge.

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Anne’s diary is a British drama, which takes Nazi Germany’s ethnic cleansing of Jews after the outbreak of World War II as the background, and takes the perspective of Anne, a teenage girl, it tells the story of several Jews hiding in an attic in order to avoid the cruel ethnic cleansing and living cautiously in the cruel living environment. After watching all the five episodes in one breath, I felt very sad. When the eight Jews they were hiding in were found and taken away, everyone had a pause scene, the subtitle marked their time and place of death, and they died in different concentration camps. I was looking forward to Anne’s fate, thinking that she could be like the heroine of Titanic with gray hair, in the years of peace, I told later generations about that special experience. And she also said that she didn’t want to marry and have children like many women, wasting her whole life. She wanted to be a writer and leave her name in history. She is so stubborn, so real, so strong personality, and so different. Those people who were famous in the history were all very different, and the heaven usually favored such people. But her fate was no different. In March of 1945, she died in a concentration camp. Maybe many historical celebrities seem different because they are famous in history. Many people who could have been famous in history passed away suddenly. This story should have a good ending. Just as they thought, they were very lucky. Many Jews were not as lucky as them. Many Jewish families, their parents’ children, their children’s parents, it disappeared like magic. They hid in that attic for two years. When workers go to work, they should be careful and do not make any noise. There were eight people in total. Anne was a lovely and Frank girl with a mother who could never live with her. She always stood by her side to defend her father, a nerd’s sister, and a young and lovely Peter, peter’s parents who love to quarrel, and middle-aged men who love to snore when sleeping. In this narrow space, there are their quarrels, troubles, inevitable contradictions and mutual tolerance. Once, he felt that everyone here was picking on her fault. She felt that no one could understand her, even herself, so she poured out her loneliness in the diary, and it was never picky. What she recorded was nothing more than their daily life, dissatisfaction with someone and some kind expectations. She remained optimistic and never doubted that she could regain freedom, just like she said, she is an eagle with folded wings, and she can’t wait to spread her wings and soar in the free sky. Maybe the days were too dull. They knew what everyone was going to say before they spoke. The only thing that could make them happy was the news of Allied forces on the radio, which was the only tool to know the outside world and also the dawn of hope for them. The German Army was losing again and again, and the day when they regained their freedom was just around the corner. They never relaxed their vigilance and never abandoned their hope, but their luck didn’t accompany them until the day of victory. I know that Nazi’s ethnic cleansing of Jews is more tragic than this, and even most of them are more tragic than the story of this play, but I always think there should be so many people who survived to give later generations some comfort. I think this story should have a good ending. They hid for two years and waited for two years, there should also be a good ending. After they regain freedom, they will cherish freedom more than anyone else. This is an ending that the audience want to give them in peacetime. But there are too many legendary stories that make us intoxicated, thinking that everything will be fine as long as we see the unfortunate story with a good ending, as if we also have our contribution, as if it ended hastily, we will not care more. What we want is nothing more than a good story ending and then feel at ease. It is also the plain of this play (which is also its special feature) that gives me a deep shock. This is the reality, plain and cruel. In the face of brutal and cruel living environment, no one has super power, and there are not so many legendary stories. I remember Anne was still drawing the blueprint of hope when the enemy broke in. Her last sentence was that she believed that at the beginning of life, sex was good. This is what she has been thinking for two years, and after her inner accumulation, she has never doubted that good things are coming. Such a bright girl, who still remained confident and optimistic even in a depressing environment, finally failed to escape from the fate of death. My sadness comes from the plain truth of the story, and also from my inability to do anything about them. When I hate that the story has no good ending, I find that I am also so rude and cruel.

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