I stand in a tree on the roadside of your way.

Spring, germination. Summer Solstice,-lined. Autumn comes, leaves fall. In winter, there are twigs.

The wind, qinggemanwu. Stars appear, standing in meditation.

No gorgeous flowers, no fragrance, no sweet fruit, no expectation, no desire……

There is only a firm and persistent heart waiting for your solid steps, coming and going in a hurry, even if you don’t stop for a moment.

Quietly, see as summer goes. Silently, waiting for spring to come.

Your Hurry is still the same, my waiting is still the same.

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Heaven full moon, Earth Month-and-a-half. The moon in the night of Mid-Autumn Festival will stir the nostalgia in the hearts of many people, the wonderful Moonlight of Manman will lift the missing of many men and women. Homesickness, in the dense moonlight at this moment, will be as strong as wine, going straight into the Qu intestines; Missing, with the lights on and off, can not hold back, into the heart. The moon in the sky, like the clear moonlight of water, belongs to all the people in the world whose hearts are bound. The feelings and expectations of this night will give birth to the warmth and warmth in the hearts of countless people. The Mid-Autumn Festival in my childhood was simple and simple. The clearest and most charming thing in my memory was three or two big moon cakes with sesame fragrance. It is good for ordinary people to have several moon cakes like this. In children’s hearts, these sesame cakes are the most intuitive and seductive ones in the Mid-Autumn Festival. On August 10th and may, I was looking forward to the coming of night early. When a full moon rises to the East Mountain and falls down according to the farmyard, the festive atmosphere seems to be much stronger at once, and I can almost see clearly with the bright moonlight, mottled lights flow on the rural land together. The moon in the sky is round, and the moon cakes on the table are also round. The whole family sit together, and the meaning of round is more full. My mother would cut the moon cakes into small pieces with one knife and one knife, and distribute them to the family members. Every Mid-Autumn Festival, it would become a specific smell, which would make my heart full. It is rare to live in such a day, seeing the calm smile on my father’s face. Mid-Autumn Festival is a festival of reunion, and the full moon is the real joy. However, since the ancient moon was cloudy and sunny, people had joys and sorrows, and they didn’t know anything at a young age. Therefore, in the hearts of father and mother, including many elders, how to treat this reunion day every year is naturally unknown. When I grew up, I gradually knew when the moon would come. I asked the words of Qingtian about the wine, and then I knew the exact meaning of the moon to the Mid-Autumn Festival. I didn’t understand it until people were on the journey, why can’t so many people forget that the moon is the inner depiction of hometown Ming. The Moon is born on the sea and the end of the world is at this time. It is not only a sigh and chant, but also a thousand peace songs from the bottom of the heart through the Earth! A folk festival, a full moon, hundreds of life states, endless thoughts and concerns, interlaced together, forming the Miao, vigor and warmth in the Mid Autumn of August. As long as you stand in this festival, you will feel homesick, cherish people, be grateful, recall the old, or think for thousands of miles, or see things and think for people, every detail will touch the softness of your heart, every wisp of feelings, it will make people feel deeply and sigh repeatedly. The Mid-Autumn Festival in front of us makes people hard to calm down. It is probably because of the growing age, the deepening of local feelings, or seeing the flow of time and the many customs and customs washed away. On such a day, it is easier to frown into the soul, and the full moon on the high sky is like silver, qinghui is plain and clean, and human feelings rise and fall in the bottom of my heart. The situation and taste are as clear as before. Such ups and downs originally have nothing to do with a specific day, but in such an atmosphere of Mid-Autumn Festival, it is easier to expose the inner weakness. Shining the moon of the city, it shone on the countryside far away; The Moonlight climbing up my windowsill also waited in the courtyard of my hometown. The neon of the city will block the clear glow of the ground, and the lights of the countryside will set off the moonlight as bright as water. Why do you insist on where you are when you are bathing in such Moonlight? With such a round of Moon, there is not only human feelings in your heart. At this moment, calm down, warm a pot of moonlight, slowly sip with those souls who had never gone far away, and slowly remember the fragments. The fragrance of osmanthus, also in the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, can not be dispersed in the cool breeze. The fragrance of osmanthus, accompanied by the moon, is most likely to lift the homesickness. I am indeed a conservative person. In such an atmosphere, I will always recall the worldly wisdom I have experienced. My brother and sister have been more than half a hundred years old, and it seems that they are not as tough as before. In these years, we all lived in Suzhou city. We went back to our hometown with great difficulty. We came and went in a hurry. The time we spent together was really rare. It is hard to get together during the New Year, let alone the Mid-Autumn Festival. My nephew also works outside, so it is inevitable that there is a lack of willingness to get together every Mid-Autumn Festival. Naturally, there are many regrets, but there are always many hopes and good things in my heart, hoping to leave my own child, I can live happily and achieve something. I hope to see each other again and enjoy their growth and progress. If so, it is no less than sharing a family reunion in mid-autumn night. When we walked all the way, maybe our parents were also in the same mood, making a hard choice between round and lack. Even at that time, I still lived in my hometown in the countryside for a period of time, and my father’s expectations for US remained unchanged. In the full moon every year, we didn’t care that the white hair on his temples gradually increased, nor did we care that the seemingly ordinary home plot was so touching and tender in the cake fragrance every year; Until we looked back, only when my parents passed away and my voice and expression were no longer good did I understand such feelings. In such a day, how many men and women would think in the light of the full moon, feelings is sent! That’s why there are so many singing sighs standing in the light and shadow, which make people from generation to generation think, dare not to be casually in their arms, and can’t help touching them again and again! Fill a pot of moonlight in the city and consider the local situation. Even if many people don’t say anything, this is also the most appropriate thing in the mid-autumn festival night. This pot of Moonlight is better than the wine. The unique taste slowly restores the nostalgia. People say that homesickness is a pot of strong wine, and I say that homesickness is a pot of warm white moonlight on the night of Mid-Autumn Festival. Following the moonlight, we can talk to the deceased ancestors. Following the moonlight, how many souls will set foot on a long road to return home in the depth of our eyes. It is common to say that in the three autumn period, there is a fragrance in ten miles. This year’s Sweet Osmanthus came following the Mid-Autumn Festival. The fragrance was as quiet as tide, and the fragrance was so soft that it was immersed in my heart. It was also an unspeakable feeling. The fragrant osmanthus on the face even aroused people’s emotions. The Mid-Autumn Festival became more and more vivid and charming in front of people. When the Mid-Autumn Festival comes, autumn really stands in front of us. The grass in front of my parents’ graves is really rustling in autumn. I don’t know how silent and mottled the moonlight in mid-autumn night will be, and how deep and lonely the village without human eyes will be. Even my brothers and sisters live in the south, north, east and west. Will this full moon send my greetings? However, I could only warm the moonlight in the autumn night in a pot, ponder slowly, sip carefully, and let the lingering fragrance of osmanthus wrap up the leisurely nostalgia and penetrate into the internal organs as much as possible.

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She was finally relieved. She died and committed suicide. Those people all wanted to bully her, humiliate her, torture her and threaten her. She committed suicide, she committed suicide at 12 o’clock in the night. She cut her wrist with a razor blade. The bed sheet was full of blood. At the end of her life, she was finally free. Xiuzhen, I know you don’t want to choose this road, you are too tired to live. Except for injustice, you are wronged in your life. Every time you cry and cry, there is no place to cry for injustice. Facing the powerful forces, you are just a trivial migrant worker and a hard-working woman, everyone thinks you are weak, and wants to use power to add charges to you. Facing power and reality, what accompany you is silent tears, grievances, crying and crying, nowhere to cry for injustice, I want to forget the past from the new life, but those people don’t let you go, they are humiliated and cursed everywhere, You are really tired. You bear too many sins. You can’t say a word when you are humiliated and cursed. You are also threatened. Fate makes you suffer humiliation and injustice, it makes you fall into the cesspit, bear the injustice charges all over your body, offend the people with identity, be bullied and abused by others depending on your identity. Who told you to let the boss’s sister-in-law Xu Caiju, looking displeased, the only thing to be scolded and humiliated was crying, sitting there crying and crying for injustice. Being oppressed by others with power, you can’t say one more word, but only listen to scolding. You are just a part-time worker, in their opinion, you are even smaller than ants. In front of them, you are their toy. Let them play and curse all over. Brothers and sisters who work all the time please come in!! We have been insulted by our personality ~ we have been humiliated and wronged by the world, but she lives in the 6th Brigade of Changhe. She listens to others’ humiliation and threatens you to scold you everywhere, who calls you a migrant worker who has no money or power, facts and truth, family name rights, The truth is Qian, who cares about the dignity and life of a working woman, a person who knows something about working life, or a person who has read Zheng Xiaoqiong’s poems, it should be known that her sense of shame was by no means just a casual talk. She has a poem named shame, which says: we keep old and elegant on waste paper/our heart is filled with shame, our shame comes from silence for too long and too deep/We forgive fragile souls in pain, get used to silence/shame, and still want me, too early/leave youth and anger, our life is being deleted or fabricated by the Times/There are spots of shame flashing in the horizontal and vertical of words. This sober sense of shame is not only the sensitivity that a good poet who asks about his life situation must possess, but also the vigilance that an ordinary person who pursues a dignified life should hold. I once confessed in a seminar that as a current commentator, when I was talking about those sensitive topics, I tried my best to find some ingenious angles and carefully choose words and sentences, so as to clean the edges without offending. My friends always praise my experience and ability, but I always feel shame. This sense of shame made me feel a little relieved, because it proved that I had not completely fallen into a shameless person. Benedict, the author of chrysanthemum and knife, called Japanese culture as shame culture, while Western culture as sin culture, saying that sin culture emphasizes introspection and confession from the heart, while shame culture relies on external disciplines and constraints of public opinions. From this, some Chinese scholars analyzed the root of Japanese militarism. Later, the central government put forward the moral view of eight honors and eight disgraces, and some scholars thought that the sense of shame culture was the core of Chinese traditional culture. In the Analects of Confucius, warnings of shame can be seen everywhere. For example, if the Tao is based on politics, and if the Tao is based on punishment, the people will be exempted from shame; If the Tao is based on morality, and if the Tao is based on etiquette, it will be, the state has a way, poor and cheap, and shame; The state has no way, rich and expensive, shame. Mencius was even more indignant when he mentioned shame, saying that there was no shame and no human being. People could not be shameless. The shame of being shameless was shameless. In fact, shame is human nature. No matter Japanese, Chinese, or Westerners living in the so-called sense of sin culture, in normal social culture and psychological state, they will feel shame and shame for violating their conscience or losing their dignity. While emphasizing the guilt of life, the Bible also mentions shame or humiliation many times. For example, Justice makes the country strong and evil is the shame of the nation, and everyone who passes by snatches him, he became the humiliation of his neighbor. Humiliation punishment, like the bayonet on the face described in the novel The Scarlet Letter, was once popular in Western society. A representative work of Coetzee, a contemporary South African writer and Nobel Prize winner in literature, takes shame as the title of the book and writes about the pollution and distortion of personal life caused by the history of colonial conflicts. Shame is the basis for human beings to defend dignity, the driving force for human beings to pursue freedom, and the most precious emotion and cognitive ability of human beings. However, in real life, there are too many times when people lose their sense of shame. Many people feel at ease for their indifference and are complacent for their cynicism, even proud of his own cheating. It is not so rare that conscience is betrayed, soul is bribed, history is forgotten, truth is hidden, rules are distorted, and laws are trampled. If poetry is related to human soul, then shame is the patron saint of poets and writers. Then, among the numerous poets and writers in China, how many people have retained Zheng Xiaoqiong’s sober sense of shame? In my opinion, some writers are not only shameless, but also advocate Shameless culture, affectation, flattery, tampering with history and whitewashing peace. However, some organizations organized by writers and serving writers are themselves the makers and givers of shame. For example, a year ago, Zheng Xiaoqiong once participated in the competition of contract writers in the local college of arts, but he failed because the living conditions of migrant workers who applied for the selected topics were not the main theme. After she won the official mainstream literature prize, she came without invitation. In my opinion, the experience before and after itself is a shame of migrant workers and poets. All working brothers and sisters please come in!! We have been insulted ~ we have been humiliated and wronged by the world, you are tired, You have embarked on this road, and I can only pray for you. Wang Xiuzhen went all the way to the heaven without oppression, injustice and injury, you said there was someone who would never know that he was her pride and show off. Your life is really ridiculous. The person left in your soul turns out to be the one you don’t know the name. She only knows that your mother called you with a three-word name at that time, she didn’t hear it clearly. She named you ZHANG BIN. In fact, she really liked the person who smiled at her, but she had a lot of love. She knew her Zhang Bin knew her name, it was his mother who told him that Zhang Bin was the most handsome person who laughed. She wanted you to remember that she liked your smile and all of them. Your smile made her intoxicated, so you have to laugh more to make everyone who sees you enchanted. Now she is dead, we all hope she can walk all the way. She said she will never forget you, she would like to say to you long time no see you okay? You can’t forget that feeling and that memory. You once said to them that they are the most beautiful fate in your life. You stood at their door and said, he and his parents are so good in your heart, Xiuzhen’s teacher, Xiuzhen said that she missed you very much and would cry when thinking of you. Knowing him is her honor in this life, although she knew that he might trample on her for her dignity and face, elevation himself. But she wanted to say that he was her pride in this life. She was showing off how good, amazing, arrogant and upright Zhang was to everyone, she felt honored to meet him in this life, and how good it was in her heart. She wanted everyone to say that her Zhang He was so good, but she knew it in her heart,. Maybe he was humiliating her and raising himself up, although she knew that men were not worthy of her nostalgia and memory, but now she wants to say that it is her pride to meet such an excellent man. She will cry when thinking of him, although she knows that black men are not good, they will trample on the people who like him for their dignity and face. They are heartless, heartless and heartless. Women are their stepping stones and can push them up.

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