Appreciation of Happy Childhood Prose

I spent my childhood in a remote mountain village. The low earth-walled thatched cottage was built with the back of the mountain, and a path was artificially built in front of it. 100 meters will lead to the main road in the line. It is said that the main road is not much bigger, only equivalent to the current path.

There is a small ditch on the outside of the road, which flows all the year round and becomes a stream. There are always some small fish, shrimp, tadpoles and frogs in the stream. If it is sunny after the rain and the stream is swift, there will be big crucian carp in the stream to meet the water. Some adults rolled up their trouser legs and fished along the stream with bare arms. Of course, a group of children of similar age are also clamoring to fish in troubled waters. Shore, men and women, old and young, laughing and cursing, one after another. Of course, it was also a happy time for us. The clothes were wet and covered with yellow mud, and the adults just laughed them off. When the stream is small, there are always slugs, grasshoppers and some unknown insects jumping on both sides of its wet shore. Their calls are loud and beautiful. So we found some bottles from home, and two or three people gathered around the stream to catch them. These insects are good at jumping, and it is not easy to catch them. If we catch one, we will hold it gently, hold it high and show it off loudly. It was also a happy time for us.

Just in front of my house, I crossed the stream and walked across an acre of land. It was a pond with green flat grass on both sides. At that time, the cows in the team were usually kept there, and my mother used to keep them for the team. Cows graze there quietly, and sometimes I can watch. At that time, when I was a child, my greatest wish was to ride on the back of an ox. In my mind at that time, Niubei was undoubtedly the horse that the general rode. As far as I can remember, I didn't seem to ride it at that time, but I looked at the cow longingly. In fact, I often go fishing in that pond.

At that time, there were no exquisite hooks. I burned it with a sewing needle and a kerosene lamp at home for a while. When I saw it was red, I slowly bent it with pliers. It is the shape of a hook, so the hook becomes. Put a fine nylon thread on the eye of a needle, and you will have a fishing line, and you will find a big chicken feather that you usually pay attention to. Tie it to the rope and the float becomes. Then find a bamboo pole at home, put it on, bring the earthworm already prepared, and come to the pool.

Earthworms, fish eat a lot, fish are rarely caught, but as long as the fish floats, I am excited. Although most of the results were disappointing, I was very happy during the fishing. It was a happy time for me alone. I remember I caught a big fish in this pond. It was early in the morning, and the fishhook line had been put into the water. For a long time, the float didn't move, which was boring. I walked around the pond alone, looking for frogs hidden in the grass on the shore, but I found nothing. I went back to the fishing rod. The whole pond is like a mirror, and the float is still lying on its back, as if it were asleep.

I'm even more boring. Ready to go home, when I lifted the pole, my hand suddenly sank and my heart sank. The fishing rod slowly pulled up, feeling like a fish. My heart became tense. When my hand shook, the fish slowly surfaced. It was a big crucian carp, and people rushed back to pull the fish to the shore, and the fish was jumping. I put my hands on it and took it off the fishing line. I lost my fishing rod and jumped excitedly with the fish in my arms. That was what I was most proud of. I was excited for a long time. Even when I think about it now, I still have the excitement at that time.

I was about four or five years old at that time, because I didn't go to school yet. Life is very poor, and the whole team lights kerosene lamps, which are made at sunrise and rest at sunset. If there is rice, rice should always be mixed with radish or sweet potato. I can only share a little meat in the team during the Chinese New Year, and I dare not have such extravagant requirements at ordinary times. But at that time, I didn't feel bitter. "A teenager doesn't know the taste of sorrow", let alone an ignorant child. My childhood was happy. Looking back on my life now, I think it was my happiest time. I miss that time very much. She will always be the most beautiful memory in my life.

Please give us back our youth.

At that time, a bright smile looked up at the blue sky, and white clouds set off a beautiful picture, muttering about a bright future.

At that time, there were three or five groups, and there was no worry. The young face exudes innocence and tenderness, and the breeze cannot bear it. The sound of crowded leaves accompanied by the chirping of cicadas became a symphony of graduation season.

At that time, in the self-study classroom, the desks were unpretentious, but they were scattered and orderly. The light is not so bright, but also illuminates the students' dreams. They feel their inner breath silently.

At that time, the teacher wrote down the ocean of knowledge with chalk and led them to swim. Some students gave up halfway and returned to the safe beach. I don't know. I regret it after many years.

On the lush campus, the words "so-and-so came here to visit" are engraved on the trees, which are still clearly visible, smiling at that year and showing some understanding. Old classroom, stop the slow pace and feel the loud "study hard and make progress every day". Lang Lang's voice echoed in my ears, as if it was yesterday.

At that time, I couldn't find a good written way, couldn't walk out of the maze that life had to go through, and was confused about the success of my career.

At that time, the pure friendship in the school and the promise of "sharing weal and woe" have been unrecognizable in today's society. Passerby A and Passerby B who are indifferent to human feelings may be familiar strangers.

At that time, welcome every sunrise and watch every sunset.

Smile beautifully at others every day, and then make others happy. Unconsciously, I walked out of the school gate and stepped into the social school before turning around and looking back. Looking back suddenly, I regret it.

Began to run for survival and bid farewell to carefree student days.

It rained cats and dogs that year, mixed with hot summer days. ...

To our lost youth.

This painting is called youth.

For those who have dreams, youth is climbing stairs, step by step, towards the top of dreams. For those who have no dreams, being young means enjoying, enjoying everything in the present.

A good friend who works in a bank always complains to me about how bad his work is and how much he envies me. I told her that I wasted my youth every day, doing nothing every day, waking up with the sunshine and sleeping with the stars hanging on the screen. Watching time disappear from my eyes day by day, I feel that I am wasting my life. She said that work is also a waste of life, a job, a three-year contract, sold for three years, you can see yourself three years later after you start working for a month, repeating the same job every day, not seeing the meaning, not seeing the front, and even forgetting the original intention of fighting for this job.

So what is not to waste life and youth? People who can leave memories can tell themselves that my youth is beautiful, and I can commemorate it with something, which can be happy, painful, absurd and thrilling, just don't be prosaic.

It's sunny and windy recently, which is very suitable for flying kites. No one to accompany me. After thinking about it, I still feel that we shouldn't waste such good weather, so I decided to go to the square to blow my hair. This is not a weekend. There are not many kites in the sky. They are tall and short. Old people, children, young people, so many people, are all moving, talking and chasing, while I am standing quietly at the top of the steps blowing. There are more and more people flying kites, and suddenly they want to fly them. I'm alone, but I'm afraid they will be embarrassed if I can't fly. As long as you wait and struggle, even if you can't let go, you won't regret it if you try. When I really made up my mind to buy kites, the wind stopped and there were more kites. Look, that's how time passes. I hesitated when I should seize it, and it was empty when I didn't hesitate. Although it can be put away, there are more and more kites, and there will always be a kite line that is accidentally entangled, so I thought, maybe I can entangle a relationship. After the kite string is completely released, sit on the stone pier and pull the kite string from time to time. A child came up to me, not as high as my knee. I smiled at him. He reached for the kite string. I squatted down and told him to pull it down, but he stubbornly pulled it up. He may think that kites can take him higher. After playing for a while, the child's parents took the child away and I said goodbye to him. Suddenly feel bored. No one around me is as old as me. There are children playing, old people sitting and chatting, young couples dating, kite sellers and snacks sellers. At the age of twenty, I was supposed to be busy, but I was bored flying kites. Two people are happy to fly kites, that is, to be happy with another person, and one person flying kites is time. I feel that I am spending every day and doing the same thing at different times.

Friends say that youth is enjoyment, enjoyment of happiness and unhappiness, and enjoyment of enrichment and unfulfilling. I want to say that only busy people are entitled to enjoy it, because they are busy and because they work.

My friends envy me that I can read books, draw pictures, go for an outing, travel, walk, fall in love and do many things, but I envy my friends that they can work or realize their own life value. Although she doesn't like the job, she can lead an easy life. If you 18 years old are children, 20 years old are adults, and you graduate at the age of 23, you can really start your youth, go home without parents' dependence, school and study constraints, but you have the social framework, responsibility and pressure of life.

The university tutor is a legend in our school. He is almost forty years old and still single. It is said that he worked hard with his friends in Shanghai before, and because he worked in a cheating environment, he resolutely quit his small and successful job and came to a humble campus to be a lecturer. He's not late for class, he doesn't eat, he doesn't drink and he doesn't sleep. In short, in his class, you should listen carefully besides listening, because you will ask questions from time to time. It seems that people are back in high school. Many people don't like him, but they still remember him. He has many classic words, which were sorted out by his schoolmates and spread all over the campus. But he went his own way. Half a year after graduation, I heard that he resigned and went to Zhejiang to become the principal of a school. Not long after, I saw him go back to the city where he taught to learn his driver's license. He is never satisfied with the status quo, does not live in chaos, and knows exactly what he is doing and what he wants. I still remember when I graduated, he told me that many people didn't know that in fact, youth is short, just a few years. When he told me this, his expression was dignified. I think he must have forgotten to do something when he was young. I remember telling myself that I would seize my youth and not let it go to waste. But now I think, anyway, it is still a waste.

The most terrible thing about youth is that you are still in your twenties, but you have the mentality of being in your thirties or even forties. You are old before you are old, even when you are young. And youth is not just a state of mind. You can say 20-year-olds, 25-year-olds, 30-year-olds and 35-year-olds. The face is easy to get old, and youth is gone forever. In a few years, how would you describe this picture called youth?

How can this be another day?

How can I write a long mind in a short day?

A faint day, how can you smear deep sorrow.

A beautiful day, how can you frame the bitter sadness?

Simple sketch and description, every day is a painting of every life.

Put down your shallow pen and stare deeply.

Every day, no matter what happens to you, it will come, leaving you no choice.

Every day, no matter how it ends, it will come and make you lose all your happiness.

Every day, no matter how exquisite the chip is, it will come, making you feel like a heavy rain.

Like a rainbow on the horizon, it floats away one by one, leaving disappointment and taking away hope.

Such as magic purple orchid, mirror flowers and water moon, imitation of elegance, the most hurt.

Such as the rain on the horizon, crystal branches, scattered all over the floor, broken dreams.

Hope and reality don't always circulate in parallel. We spend our days whispering in sadness. Sigh the original beauty, miss the overflowing time, the time is unhurried, the pace is lazy, and it passes quietly. In retrospect, I'm just saying, these fools.

What can't be found in the past can't be found now. Even the truest and simplest things in the past are drifting away, and the water under the bridge. In the afterglow of the sunset, there is only a sigh, a frozen turn.

Time is an empty vortex, and we are in it, but we are helpless.

But we fools always deceive ourselves.

Is there no tomorrow after today? You'll do it again tomorrow. Today's tomorrow, you repeatedly sigh yesterday's leisure. But I don't know, when you are comfortable, you fall behind.

Our today is for tomorrow. It is a pity to put down the burden on your shoulders before life reaches the terminal.

Why do you do this, perfunctory time? Missing day after day?

Every day is an unexpected encounter with the world, a perfect encounter, hiding those hindsight.

I don't know what kind of people and things I will meet every day. Since there is no choice and no escape, let the scenery that has come to me explain a beautiful scene.

In my heart, I have a little dream.

The author's Selected Works of Rain in Mao Mao

On the edge of the city.

His relationship with her, because of many helpless factors, failed to escape separation. He continues to live the same vagrant life, while she still lives in that city because it is her home.

He and she really love each other, which is the most helpless choice and perhaps the wisest choice, because she has always told him so.

He has been to many places in the next three years. This is not a trip, nor is it a job. I just want to forget those memories that broke his heart in this way. Although there is still a trace of resentment and confusion in my heart. But the city where she lives has become his restless concern and melancholy. After passing through the city several times, he would get off for no reason, not for anything else. In fact, he just wanted to see her, standing on the edge of the city. It's really hard for him to forget all this!

There are all kinds of vendors in the street. He still remembers that the dialect of that city called sugarcane "sugar melon", and then he would buy one and chew it quietly and alone, chewing the ups and downs of the year.

Some people say: to love someone is to keep a home; Home is where the person you love is. And every time he goes back to that city, he will feel at home. He clearly realized that no matter how many years later, this city with "sugar cane" as "sugar melon" is still the hometown of his feelings.

He doesn't want to disturb her present life, he just wants to release his feelings for the city in his own way on the edge of the city. This is his happiness, without any purpose, and he can only occasionally look at her at a distance that she can't find.

He will get married eventually, and he will have his own home. It is not easy to understand his feelings. But he is by no means a rebellious person, and because of this, he will not hurt the person he loves deeply.

Life is actually very simple, only greed and desire will never stop. Love itself is a very happy thing, many things don't have to be owned, and inner satisfaction is also a kind of beauty!

An innocent man

I chatted with a friend that day and said that being friends was just a once-in-a-lifetime encounter, a short journey, and we exchanged QQ numbers and phone numbers, but in the end we never lost touch. I asked him: Why can you remember me for so many years? He said: "You are a clean person in my heart, which gives me a very special feeling."

This moved me for a long time. If I can do it all over again, I will be a clean person, but after all, I am a person covered in dirt. Such a person is not worthy of the word clean anyway.

Perhaps in the minds of many urbanites, plateau women have a purer and cooler temperament than urban women, and I am just a businessman living in the plateau. How can I clean it?

Some people say that I am a melancholy person, some people say that I am a strong person, some people say that I am a happy person, some people say that I am a sensitive person, some people say that I am a woman with some talents, but only this friend has crowned me with a clean word. In fact, only I know that I am not what they see at all. They are all blinded by my gorgeous coat. I am just a businessman. After a long time, I have a businessman's philistine. I have learned to read words and deeds, and I often look down on people unconsciously. I am still a person with low self-esteem, so I am particularly vulnerable. An unintentional word and an unintentional expression made me quickly hide myself in the invisible shell. I am not a strong person. Often complain about small things and cry for some grievances. I'm even less talented. How can a person who has not finished high school be talented? More often, I feel like a fool. I can't name the heads of state or the stars. I don't care about current affairs and politics, even if I don't know the news in those places. My life is so simple. I bargained with the people in the vegetable market and smiled numbly at the gods in the store. In my spare time, I watch a computer, listen to songs quietly and write quietly.

I often think that if there is an afterlife, I must be a woman who has lived on the grassland all her life. What kind of life do I want to experience?

At that time, what kind of man should I love? Do you love a man who wants me to live as I please, or a man who puts me in his pocket and cares about me?

To be a totally clean woman, I know it may be impossible, but will this world really exist? If there was, it would be perfect now.

It is too early to think about what kind of person you want to be and what kind of person you want to love again. Since fate has arranged for me to be a businessman on the plateau all my life and grow up on a pure plateau, I really want to say that men and women on the plateau are really pure, because they are closest to the sky, so they are also closest to cleanliness.

And I am just a wild duck beside Swan Lake. I will never become that beautiful swan in my life, let alone enter that sacred lake.

When the bubble is knocked down by time

Foam, like the flash of fireworks. The street after the rain is full of fallen flowers edited by time. Bubbles in the sky, under the irradiation of sunlight, colorful bodies reveal dazzling light. -inscription

Did time forget me, and only when I left alone did I recall our past? What is the gap between our commitments? Looking down, I really smiled at the long memory of that day. I can't go back, can I? We walk quietly through the years, and then don't overdo it, leaving a tear that no one can understand. The soft hair of the shawl was gently lifted by the wind, and we stood in the nearest heaven, snuggling together and looking up at the bubbles in the sky. ...

In the starry sky, a meteor pierced the quiet interstellar space. Bubbles continue to float in this brilliant starry sky, but without that dazzling color, they are covered with black traces. Is it because we can only be alone in a small corner without the company of beautiful women? Slowly put down the rose in my hand, the punctured palm, and vaguely see the bright red blood. It just gets a lot darker. ...

Fireworks only bloom at the best time. What about us? Should our youth draw the perfect symbol at the best time? What blurs our world? Is it the fog in front of you? Or is the surface of the bubble separating us from the world? All along, I have been looking for a pure land. I don't know if God is playing tricks on people, or if the world no longer exists. With an ignorant heart, I silently said, there will be, there will be!

Dandelion and foam are flying together in the wind, and the staggered figure makes me hallucinate a romantic scene. Wind, please take my thoughts away. The yearning that drifted away gradually came to an end. We don't have to stay in the past, because there are better things waiting for us ahead. Whether there is the possibility of broken dreams ahead, whether there is cold wind or rain, we have not given up. I am proud of everything and I am not afraid of any blow. Even if I am a bubble whose color gradually fades, I will feel gratified by the company of dandelion.

Time has blown up the foam in the wind. Time, do you have the heart to break this bubble? Even if the foam has lost its color, please don't be so heartless, okay? I just don't want to leave this bubble because I don't want to forget it. When the foam was knocked down, the dazzling stars in my sky had lost their colors.

I have been trying to find it, but what I can't reach has always been my fantasy. Is it because you can't get it, so you have been looking forward to it? Those passers-by who have walked through my life always leave mottled traces in my memory and never stop for me. I will give up eventually, because the tighter I pull, the more I will destroy it myself. The foam in my hand has gradually begun to disappear. It turns out that I have never given this bubble freedom. It's not the break of time, it's my stubborn heart that hasn't really let go.

Because of my fault, all this has become suffocating. This air has been polluted by the prosperity of the world, and the smell of rouge perfume in the air is pungent. When can I breathe the freshness of nature again? I think that when the bubble is knocked down by time, everything will never return.

Bubble, you are broken after all, but my heart is still looking for pieces in your broken place, trying to piece you together. Be the dust for a lifetime, and let everything disappear.

Everything is over, and we don't have to worry about those fleeting years. Let those beautiful memories be sealed in the best time. Never look back, always hold your head high and fly with the wind. ...