Essays in the Glimmer of Memory

In the glimmer of memory

I remember that not long after I was with you, I often wanted to say something: I don’t ask for anything, I hope you can think of me when you are lonely. Me, I will accompany you

At that time, I was not gregarious and did not like to have too many friends. I could not accompany you to laugh among a large number of friends. Every time I saw you laughing so happily, I It’s an uncomfortable feeling. I wish I could laugh so happily with you. I want you to be so happy because of me. That’s when I truly realized that love is so selfish, so I started to try to change myself. Because of you

This is the first time I went to a brother party with you. All seven brothers have girlfriends, and they are all very beautiful. I am even more unaccustomed to it, and I don’t speak. When they asked you, you said girl My friends are so beautiful. You talked and laughed with them, but I was still isolated. Sitting there in silence and watching you smile so happily, I felt very disappointed.

On the way back, you seemed to notice I was displeased. We walked another way. You asked me what was wrong with concern, and then you said that you were really weird today. Oh, dear, why did you think of coming with me?

I can’t bear it I yell at you with all my anger: Because I want to share your happiness. You seemed to suddenly realize it, and you hugged me suddenly. You smiled and said, "Silly, really stupid." I said you were the stupid one. Although I said this, I was thinking in my heart, well, I am stupid and I am willing to be so stupid.

Walking with you on the street again, I suddenly remembered that time, and I couldn't help but murmured that it was quite stupid at that time. So stupid.

To the people I miss and the people who miss me

No matter how we met

You have become my forever friend

No matter how far away you are from me

We can feel our mutual concern

I know you will habitually turn on your phone to send me gifts in your free time

Come for warmth

The night outside the window is already deep and quiet

My friends from far away except my thoughts and blessings for you

I have nothing to offer

Let me say thank you to you. Thank you for letting me come into your life and be your friend.

Maybe I am not the most wonderful person for you, but I will try my best

Perhaps you are not the only best, but you are the most precious in my life

Although I did not come to this world for you, I am more attached to this world because of you

Imagine that until we grow old, we can still listen to each other’s voices in front of the computer

The land of mountain people

The mountain people live in mountain dens, high up The mountains hug each other and bring the people in the mountains together, so there are villages named after the topography such as "Gou Laotou, Zhangjiazui, and Nao'ao". There are not many people in the village, about a hundred or ten people, but their ancestors have been living on this land for generations.

People in the mountains "soak" in the soil all day long, sleep on earthen beds, live in earthen kilns, and dig over and over in the fields. There is no saying that they do not deal with the soil that day. When spring is about to be planted, people in the mountains are eager to smash and level the dirt at once, so that the seedlings of their dreams can crawl out of the soil smoothly; in summer, people who are not afraid of the cold weather are still busy in the fields, sweating. The beads drip into the roots of the crops; autumn is the happiest season. The harvest and hopes of the mountain people for the year are pinned on the crops, and the expectations of the land to produce gold have become a reality.

What people in the mountains love most is the land. There is a saying in their mouth: It is the land that feeds us. Whether it is a hilltop or a ravine, the people in the mountains will never leave it uncultivated. Most of them plant rapeseed. In February, the valleys are full of patches of bright yellow, flowing like gold in the sun. During the farming season, every household competes, plowing and combing the raw soil over and over again, and then waits for the spring rain to bury the seeds. The people in the mountains are like this, farming year after year, hoeing and plowing, letting life nourish the land.

People in the mountains have been rolling around in the soil all their lives, and the land complex has left its mark on everyone's heart. Newborn children need to be scrubbed with fine cotton soil to get rid of the moisture; when they can crawl and walk, they go up and down in the mounds of soil all day long, making clay figures and building mud houses; when they are half old and can work, parents It is indispensable to follow him to add strength when going to the ground. Children in the mountains grow up in the soil, and their temperaments are as sincere as the soil. They will never forget the yellow land that nurtured them even if they go to the ends of the earth. The old farmers in the mountains smoke dry cigarettes and drink sticky tea every day from birth to sunset. , living in the earth with a pickaxe and a shovelful of soil. Even when he died and went to the underworld, he never forgot to tell his children to put two shovelfuls of soil in his coffin so that he could breathe the fragrance of the soil in another world. , let the scent of earth carry you around the world again.

Mountain people, my ancestors for generations, you have worked silently, your sweat is the nectar of the crops, the fertile land has fed you, the land is like your son, it is your endless life. works.

Happy work, happy life

Although the biggest purpose of our work is to make a living, we are busy making money all day long and ignore the emotions of realizing self-worth and social value at work. Needs are indeed the underlying factor that makes us feel "unhappy" at work.

Therefore, you should find a balance between your emotional needs and personal work, and don't lose sight of one.

The essence of this problem is a person’s gains and losses at work. There is actually an implicit ruler that can be used to measure what you pay and get at work. In the center of the scale, there is a cut-off point. The closer the ratio of effort to gain is to the cut-off point, the more harmonious the relationship between the individual and the work, and the higher the index of happiness at work. But when a person neglects to feel the sense of accomplishment gained from work and gradually deviates from this dividing point, paying far more than he earns, even approaching the critical point, the crisis of "unhappiness" at work gradually arises, even if it is a setback caused by some small things. , may catalyze your work towards a negative qualitative change.

Since people’s psychological needs are difficult to truly quantify, the scale of this implicit ruler is always changing and the dividing points are constantly moving. This requires us to constantly adjust ourselves and discover our own needs. Needs, and give yourself psychological satisfaction - whether it is salary, communication, cooperation, or hard work, you cannot ignore your own psychological feelings, and you must always pay attention to the balance of gains and losses at work.

When we can maintain a balanced mood at all times, we will not feel that we are doing a job to pursue fame and fortune, nor will we feel that we have to deliberately please or guard against our bosses, but can treat work as a make it part of your own life. At this time, our feelings about work will become keener, we will be willing to share every moment of ourselves with our work partners, and experience more "happiness" at work. This is what we usually call the "quality" of work.

Dear family members, no matter what kind of work you do or what kind of industry you are engaged in, as long as you are satisfied with the current situation and are contented, you will be happy.

My morning

I get up at 6:30, no later than 6:50, drink a glass of water and start my daily routine. Breakfast is bought in the supermarket, with a variety of varieties. I take it out of the refrigerator and steam it one by one, and boil a kettle of water. Then I clean up and water the flowers and plants. This is the most workload, and I have to wake up the landlords in the middle. If I don’t scream, I will never afford it. Until I get angry; after I get up, I have to clean up behind me, and I am often busy until 7:30, so I can only eat lightly or go to the office to deal with it; I lament that the "exploiting class" are born with a good life, while the working people are just like cows and horses and have to worry about their future. Will be late.

Today’s breakfast: porridge, dumplings, four freshly cooked corn cobs, two yeast cakes, three braised lion heads and several plates of side dishes. The distribution said: Listen up, everyone, one bowl for each person Porridge, a lion's head, a stick of corn, and the remaining stick was taken away by my daughter. What was left unfinished was put in the refrigerator, and the dishes and chopsticks were washed. After eating, it was a reward.

After the landlords washed up and served dinner, their homes also looked brand new, and there was no ambiguity at all twice in the morning and evening. Only then did I start to torment myself. I brushed my teeth, washed my face, moisturized and sunscreen carefully. I prepared my clothes for the night. After changing out of my suspenders, I immediately transformed into a sophisticated woman. That’s called refreshing. My daughter also told me that the clothes I wore were recognized by everyone. , praised: Keep working hard, girls’ homes should be beautiful. Then he put on his hat, sunglasses, and sun-protective clothing and said coolly: I'm leaving, comrades, close the doors and windows!

There is no time to waste time. Serving the people is not a slogan. Be the first to go out every day, disappear in the elevator in an instant, arrive in the basement in ten seconds, ride on My Little Pony and face the smiling face of Father Sun. After setting off, the guard watched me running all the way. The summer sky was high and blue, and the morning after the rain was the most comfortable.

With the spacious asphalt road and the neat factory buildings, you can feel the changes in the city day by day. The people, the mountains, the water, it would be great if there was no pollution. We always wantonly destroy what nature has given us. Everything, but no one knows how difficult it is to survive now... Turn left at the six straight intersections, and the flow of people arriving with the wave of migrant workers will soon arrive.

Beep beep, the sound of horns always affects my mood. I kept to the right cautiously, fearing that the "road killer" would cause an accident. Unexpectedly, one after another, it was likely to cause harassment. Looking back, I saw that the landowners were flying by happily saying hello. Darling, what are you so pretentious about? Look at your sturdy backs and elephant legs, can they be compared with my lady's scuds? Labor creates beauty, so be envious, jealous, and hateful. Oh, bye, I won't even look at you!

It’s still the same today. Not long after I left the house, the landlords caught up with me. My daughter, with her bright smile, waved her hands in a youthful way. My husband’s trumpet sounded softly and his speed slowed down. The attachment and affection were real. , the back of the car passed by and a warm current immediately came to my heart, and happiness followed. They were happy because of me. I was their concern. I couldn't help but feel proud. This morning was beautiful!

In your dream, a continuation of a past life

I want

In your dream

A continuation of a past life edge.

Close your ears and listen carefully,

Who is singing softly in the dream? How I want to transform into the butterfly in Zhuangzi's dream. I fly for you and you are drunk for me. My cool wings kissed your forehead, and a drop of crystal dew flowed down.

If you have long forgotten the past life of the mortal world, how can you burst into tears and burst into tears; you are like a purple mandala, growing in a corner where no one cares, enduring loneliness alone, Weaving curtains of spring dreams; even if the beautiful petals are blooming, they will not attract bees and butterflies, but will only allow loneliness to continue to spread and the face to wither alone.

If I knew the sound of flowers blooming that season, how could I drink that bowl of Meng Po soup at Naihe Bridge.

You are a boat on the Danube River, and I am a ferry on the Yellow River. No matter how many reincarnations I have in my past life, the river will not flow back, and the ferry will not move;

You are There are brilliant cherry blossoms in Tokyo, but I am a butterfly on a treasure island. No matter how I dance, I can’t fly across the vast ocean, and I can’t smell the fragrance of flowers in the coming year.

I have been waiting for the resurrection of spring, waiting for a thousand years just to see your face again, but after waiting for a thousand years, it was to no avail; so I dreamed of a thousand years of dreams, but still to no avail, but that heart , still so persistent, still living so arrogantly, but without the cause and effect of the previous life.

The sound of the flute is continuous and the tears are falling. Play a farewell song, sing a farewell song, dance a long distance, walk across the Naihe Bridge, and drink a bowl of Mengpo soup.

I didn’t dare to look back, for fear of remembering your appearance in the next life. I drank it all in one gulp and broke the bowl. You cut off the long hair on your forehead, for fear of meeting me again in the next life. In an instant, he struggled with heartache, and the nightmare of his previous life was put aside.

Your beautiful smile leaves behind three lifetimes of regrets. I grow long hair just so that I can find the memories of my previous life in the next life.

Smiling slightly, your ileum is nine degrees; looking back, I shed tears in the West Lake. Walking along the river embankment, holding my son's hand, but I can't grow old with him. In the fleeting years of Su Jin, it seems that the knot of the past life can never be solved. The thin fine sand in the hourglass seems to tell the mottled youth and precipitate the old time.

Suddenly I remembered that poem, the west wind blows behind the curtains, and the thin horses on the ancient roads; the skinny people and the heartbroken people are all the same people who have fallen from the world. You shed purple tears along the barren soil, and in the cycle of seasons, beautiful petals bloom again, soothing my mood that is suddenly warm but still cold.

I can’t express my inner melancholy in my past life and this life. In a trance, as if three lives have passed, in front of the Sansheng Stone, the long-lasting promise finally turned into an oath!

Cut out the endless thoughts and sort out the chaos. In the hazy drizzle, I feel sad; in the dim light, I look at the autumn water.

If we meet again in this life, in my dream, you are still a purple woman.

Although the flowers are still falling in the dream, withering the short-term youth, but I just want to In your dream, our relationship from the past life continues.

Life is not a movie

I used to think that life is like watching a movie, in the theater, under the screen, watching alone, but one day you will find that, in fact, that It's not a movie, it's a TV series, and I am that little person on TV who has experienced ups and downs, excitement and sadness, highs and lows, who has tasted countless tastes, and no matter where you are, you will. A sad and helpless little person.

When this idea came up a little abruptly, I thought it was just a temporary attitude. However, after I turned 20, it was difficult for me to overturn this argument. It was too difficult! It used to be admired by everyone, but now it will also be forgotten. Like the Tomb of the Northeast Anti-Japanese War Heroes, it is only remembered by people occasionally, and then dusted after the conversation after dinner, covered with a thick layer of Dust, maybe someone will blow it away again and take a look, or maybe the dust is covered layer by layer and will never be blown away again. Life exists in this film called ashes. Until the end, but never give up, because I live to finish that TV series.

After experiencing glory and tragedy, people will not be corrupted, but will be more determined to accept some things that may come. They will not be crazy happy because it is a happy event, nor will they be crazy because it is a happy event. Children cry with great sadness when bad things happen, because at that time they have learned to accept it, and they can accept it calmly and without expression, just like they can calmly turn off the sleepy TV they are watching, which is natural.