On my desk, mochi literature is one of the most common magazines. Recently, I gathered all the “mochi literature” in the past three years, which was high. The original publication, thin and small, has become plump and plump in the past two years. I have to order several magazines every year, but in the end, only “mochi literature” is collected as a treasure knot and ancient books. In his spare time last month, an old man came to buy old books, magazines and newspapers, then he sorted out useless manuscripts into a bundle and sold them. After that, he stared at the pile of “ink pool literature” on the desk whose cover was slightly yellowish. Prompt asked me: Isn’t that bundle for sale? Fifty cents a Jin. I said to him happily: This book is calculated by words, and each word has five points. Do you accept it? He burst into laughter. I paid close attention to the development of mochi literature. A few years ago, some pure literature magazines such as poetry, novels and so on were closed one after another. I was always worried about her survival prospect, but now it seems that these worries are unnecessary. Because mochi literature, as a monthly literature magazine hosted by the local literary federation, is supported by the county Party committee and the county government and supported by relevant units and enterprises, although the funds for running the magazine are limited, with a large number of authors and readers enthusiastically providing nutrition for her, she will grow stronger and stronger day by day. Mochi literature is a pure local literature publication, which is full of folk customs and soil fragrance from beginning to end, and marks the traces of Lishui culture, no matter who reads “mochi literature”, it will be influenced by a kind of cultural characteristic and the local style and features of one side. As an ordinary reader, I feel that reading mochi literature needs an idle and transparent mood. When reading, you ‘d better choose to release your mood in the quiet sky when the sun is approaching or the moon is getting brighter. Make a cup of tea and browse at will, just like walking in an alley, walk without delay and enjoy the scenery along the way at will. Really, I walked into the corridor of culture with flowing words. I could often encounter some familiar faces and touching stories, which entered my memory inadvertently, it affects my soul and ripples in my indifferent feelings. “Mochi literature” I am a rare spiritual wealth. She led me to the quaint of Li River, the anti-breeding of chengtou Mountain, the cooking smoke of the farmhouses in the mountain village, and the aroma of wine in the town lanes, which lured me into the simplicity of Li Zhou and her freshness. I read her and it, only Refresh. “Mochi literature” is like my bosom friend, guiding my cultural life imperceptibly and accompanying me on the journey of life. She is like a flawless pearl, which is always shining at any time. It is a priceless treasure and has eternal charm for me.

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Someone was in a good mood yesterday and wrote a diary. Finally, he found that it could not be saved, so the diary was lost. Today, he was not in a good mood, and the defective products he wrote were preserved. I have never learned to be calm. Isn’t the so-called calm and numbness the same story? Knowing that it can no longer be reversed or changed, so I accept the reality, life and everything about you, so the realm becomes suddenly enlightened, so I calm down and calm down, and everything is fine, it’s just that the original thing is missing, how terrible! Down the river, everything goes down the wind and down the water, behind which there is a soul of surrender hidden; Up the upstream, there is incomparably painful entanglement, endless difficulties and obstacles can not see the direction, but this kind of spiritual polishing really proved that he was still alive, sober and painful, persistent, and do not forget his original heart. Just like my little sister, she is as beautiful as a small family Jade. She has never been fat and tossed back and forth for that few jin. Today, she even talked about closing the door. The reason is that she is a little fat and everyone loves beauty, if she was rarely entangled with pain like that, but she really loved her persistent and earnest spirit, if there was no goal in life, everything could be easily reached and everything could be done at will, would such a life be meaningful on Earth? Everyone needs a reason to stick to it and live well. About everyone wants to break cocoons into butterflies, and layers of cocoons are hardships. As long as the cocoons are persistent, how thick are the cocoons? Why don’t you dare to weave cocoons or become butterflies? Even if it can’t become a butterfly, it is also a brave moth. The summer at the age of 17 is always so beautiful and boring. At that time, the grass was green and green, the night wind touched my face, and my little aunt was wearing thin pink lace, which was just a layer as thin as a cicada’s wing. When the wind passed, that layer of gauze leaned over, she snuggled up to her waist which was softer than the yarn. The Yan Yan was light and the Yingying was soft. She was as clear as a fairy, and her little aunt, who often didn’t eat for a day, was as if she wanted to fly in the evening wind. She is the rhyme of poetry and poetry. At that time, dreams and Xiao Jie were greedy for the twilight, looking for all kinds of flowers in the night wind; And I tried my best to find poems in the mixed tree shadows. After so many years, they no longer look for flowers in dreams, nor do I look for poems. It seems that everything has no trace, and it seems that everything has never gone far. Dreams come from spring to autumn, painful and persistent, happy and sad weight loss, year after year, my neuroticism, forever ill and incomplete mood, for many years and many days, we used different ways to commemorate that summer, the initial and final beauty. Because in such a summer, we have been trapped for those years, maybe we will still be trapped, and Xiaojie will also be trapped in the future. Hundreds of millions of minutes and seconds are just repeated constantly, reflect the beauty that has passed away. If one word is wrong, the only wish is to make a mistake rather than fail; The only wish is that dream and I should never forget our original heart and live up to that summer. Like (prose editor: Di Mo Chengshang) the 30th year of my WeChat era

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