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Beautiful Qin Qing.

"Only a mother is good in the world, and a child with a mother is like a baby. If you throw it into your mother's arms, you won't enjoy happiness ... "Listening to my five-year-old cousin singing this song in a tender voice, scenes of the past reappear in front of you.

Growing up, my mother and I didn't communicate much. I have been living in my grandmother's house since I was born. My parents are both doing business in Hangzhou. My father comes to see me occasionally, while my mother has been staying in Hangzhou. I have never felt my mother's love since I was a child. I remember once, I called my mother a bad person, and I sang "My mother is the only bad person in the world", which made my family laugh and cry. At that time, I wished I could get along with my mother and communicate with her more. I really feel the greatness, warmth and sweetness of maternal love, but I can't. My mother and I are still so far away. Year after year flies, I am growing up, my parents are back from Hangzhou, and I live with them again. However, it is still far away. ...

On that day, my mother went to Wenzhou, and my father and I were the only ones at home. We are all very happy. I'm like a bird that just came out of a cage. Being with my father is like being in heaven. My father is like a big boy. We can do whatever we want, just like birds flying freely in the blue sky. We made a mess at home, and the whole family was dirty. Although we are happy, we always feel uncomfortable. There is no one, and we are all uncomfortable. Only then did I recall that happy time. The days with my mother are like cocktails, colorful and sweet. In the evening, my mother came back from Wenzhou. Although my face won't show anything, I am very happy. The first thing she did when she came back was to scold us and then carefully clean up our pigsty. Maybe you will think that being scolded is bitter, but I regard suffering as happiness. Everyone hates being scolded, but I am looking forward to being scolded. I am bored on the surface, but I am happy in my heart. I know my mother scolded me for loving me, and my mother hated iron for not turning into steel. My mother's reprimand made me get rid of many bad habits; My mother's reprimand made me understand that criticism is also a manifestation of love; My mother's reprimand made me understand what real affection is. I regard reprimand as love, a deep love revealed in reprimand. I no longer hate my mother, but I think my mother is my closest relative.

Mom may not be beautiful, she may be nagging, and sometimes she may be annoying, but that's our own mother! Mother feels like the sun when she is around. Year after year, I am not as happy as I was when I was young. With the bell ringing at the end of primary school, I entered middle school with the morning light, saying goodbye to cable TV, banning computer games and toys. It seems that all the interesting things are getting farther and farther away from me, but those are nothing. What is a mother? Mother is the first person you think of when you encounter pain. A mother is someone who won't yell at you even if you drive her crazy. Because you are her child, she is afraid of hurting you. When you tell her that you did something wrong, you are afraid that she will no longer love you, but you will find that she not only loves you, but also loves you more. This is mom. Beautiful family, from mother's attachment, from mother's care, from mother's selfless endless love! !

Forever love

People are interdependent, and everyone has a background. I am certainly not alone in my literary journey.

When a novel becomes a novel, it is no small matter to capture countless fleeting moments with a whole period of time and a quiet environment. The impulse to create is so wonderful that I can't help myself. It's as unbearable as a hen holding an egg and not laying it. 1987, when I proposed to end my regular commute and go home to write exclusively, there was opposition at home. Jiang Shuili, my brother who works as a ranger in Zhangjiashan Forest Farm, is just a few minutes behind in the college entrance examination, but his knowledge is different from others. He smiled and said, "Three generations produce a noble man, and ten generations produce a strange man. Noble people are easy to meet, but strange people are hard to see. As long as it is harmless to others and society, what's the big deal? "

A few jokes changed the trajectory of my life, so I abandoned the iron bowl like a shoe.

Brother doesn't quite understand me, but love can go beyond understanding. When I was born, my brother was only four years old, but he needed someone to take care of himself. In order to make a living in the field, my mother had to tie him to the kang to take care of me. He won't stop crying when I cry. He just cries. He raised me. Of course he loves me. Once a friend of mine came to the mountain to play and said, "Your brother is really unable to find a wife." My brother thought it meant dismissing me and gave him a sideways look. He quickly changed his tune and said, "I mean, he doesn't want to get married yet." My brother still doesn't make tea, light cigarettes or speak, so he sits bored and leaves angrily. It's really not a way to entertain guests, but it shows how much my brother likes me.

Sister-in-law He Qiue is simple and honest, and brings me tea every day. Plus me, my brother supported four people with a salary of 20 yuan, but my sister-in-law never lacked my expenses.

After years of hard work, I have to pay for my own books. Almost at the same time as my first book was published, my brother bought Zhangjiashan Forest Farm. Since then, he has fallen into a dilemma and is heavily in debt. I couldn't bear to give him any trouble and refused his funding again and again. Once it even made him furious. Counting this time, my sister Jiang has published three books for me at all costs. As long as my manuscript draws the last full stop, my sister will know that it's her turn to do it next.

My father has cancer. Two old people live with me, and I have no income at all. I have to pay for a doctor, take care of my writing and publish books at my own expense. It's really embarrassing. Without my sister, I really don't know what I am now. If my sister's unit is not profitable, she will be laid off automatically, open a department store and a mutton restaurant, and then sell agricultural materials. During the peak season of agricultural materials, my sister carried dozens of tons of chemical fertilizer to others one day and was too tired to vomit blood. In this way, she continuously provided for my life, published books and treated my father. People love to ask my sister why she has to pay so much for me. She says she is afraid that I will be left behind after working hard alone, in case I can't think of an accident. This is the ultimate concern and the deepest affection in the world. My sister is the best sister in the world in my mind.

I didn't write an article to my mother before she died. She is old and has little material needs. The most important thing is the spiritual care for her children. I wonder how happy she would be if I could write an article for her. My mother lived in the old house in Jiangyao Village for a long time. Radio reporters always call ahead when they come, so I wait at my sister's place in Jie Zhen, and then go to Zhangjiashan Forest Farm to shoot, so I always leave my mother behind. It's rare that Xiaofeng (editor of this book) has the heart to take friends to my old house to photograph my old mother. Of course mom is happy. Let me send Xiaofeng a list of homespun she knitted. I am too old-fashioned, so I won't send it. When my mother confessed to me what was in her box before she died, she said, "That Xi Anwa (Xiaofeng) is very expensive. I am a rustic old woman. She held her hand in and out, kept her mouth shut and called her a wet nurse. You give that list to the baby, that's my little heart. "I am very grateful to Xiaofeng for leaving me some vivid photos of my mother. Attached to the back cover is a photo of my mother weaving, which best represents my mother's life. It was taken by Wang Baoping, a reporter from the county propaganda department who came with Xiaofeng.

Between heaven and earth, only parents love the deepest and longest.

I lived in my elder sister's house for nearly a year, and after my family accepted my choice, I mainly lived with my parents. I really don't know what to say to my father Jiang Jinquan. He devoted the rest of his life to the green cause and paid little attention to his children. To tell the truth, I have less affection for my father than my mother. But I admire my father. How many old people, life is full of fatigue and boredom, living is waiting for death, living in vain does not belong to my father, as evidenced by more than 10 thousand acres of green in Zhangjiashan. My father said that heroes have come forth in large numbers throughout the ages. In my mind, he is a contemporary hero. His spirit has a great influence on me.

After my father died, my mother Jiang 'an and I lived alone. One day in August of 200 1 year, my mother died suddenly, leaving my children with little to take care of. I feel guilty when I think about it. After her father went to Zhangjiashan, her daughter was raised by her mother. She works in the fields during the day and is busy doing housework at night. People are small and thin, but they often use big barrels to carry water from wells more than ten feet deep. How time-consuming it is to sit on the machine, weave the shuttles into cloth one by one and sew clothes one by one under the lamp? Step by step, pushing the heavy stone mill in circles, and then pushing the sieve again and again, how laborious is it? Without money to buy salt, my mother made shoes for others and changed large pieces of green salt. Children always eat a little wheat flour, and mothers often eat chaff bumps. When I was a child, I hardly remembered when my mother went to bed and got up. I've always seen her face curled, her bun loose and her clothes tattered. The mother was very worried about her children, and she cried all her life. Finally, she couldn't leave the child. Her breathing stopped, but her eyes were still bleeding. How I want the tears in my blood to support me, give me all my love, give my mother the whole world, see my success and enjoy happiness with me. But what I saw was that I failed again and again, and she suffered with me when I was down and out. Now that my mother has fallen, even if I succeed, what good will it do my mother? The Queen of the Plateau is dedicated to my father and brother, as well as my mother and sister. The creation of Wu Yi's image in the book injected my deep feelings for my mother and sister.

Without my mother, home is me, and I am home. Nobody seems to care about me. However, when I went out late, my sister couldn't help worrying. I called everyone who had contact with me in Xi and Weinan and asked about my whereabouts. After learning that, I called my sister back to report that she was safe. There is another sister in the world who is over 500 years old and still cares about me. It feels sad and beautiful.

The most beautiful thing in the world is true feelings. My sister is like a seven-year-old mother, taking care of her parents' brothers. My uncle lost his wife in his twenties. My mother took care of my uncle and cousin until they got married. I heard that my mother died suddenly, and my uncle came overnight, kneeling on the body and crying and saying, "Good sister, why did you leave?" Aren't we waiting for brothers? There are no sisters to take care of me anymore! "No one can but feel chilling for them, but brotherhood is unmoved by the vicissitudes of the world, and tears flow.

Beautiful people, their things and feelings will always be in my heart.

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Friendship: notes

There is a kind of friendship called caring.

The winter sunshine shines on me lazily. Taking time out of your busy schedule to go to QQ, your avatar is still black. I remember you haven't been on QQ for a long time. You have been in your space to see if you have published a new diary and if you are invisible. But, no. The cabin of your soul is thriving, and only the song "You Are Along the Way" on the front page of that space is singing leisurely. ...

Call you sister. You are one year older than me. I know you because of your beautiful pictures and beautiful songs. There are two poems in your space: an old friend resigned and left the building empty, and the city was full of yellow leaves. Because it is the same as my QQ name, I left a naughty message: I am an old friend, I wish I were your old friend! In this way, we became online friends.

Chat freely with the same sex on the Internet. You are a more romantic woman than me, and you are still single. You told me your story: you are a middle school teacher, and your work is smooth sailing. You have become a teaching director, and your published papers have won awards frequently. It can be said that your career is booming. But in love life, you are a loser. Your college classmates who have been in love for many years have gone abroad to study, and they will never return. Only after the last phone call, you can find a good man. This is the end, suddenly a dream.

For years, you tried to forget and start a new relationship. But every time I think that years of feelings can be burned, you say that you don't believe in love. But in your space, I can clearly see that you are still thinking about him, thinking about him. It's just that you never admit it. Perhaps, you are unconsciously revealing it! Women, it's hard to forget an unforgettable love.

Some time ago, I was in a low-key mood, pessimistic and disappointed, and even had the idea of death. When you talk to each other, the storm will pass. You take the trouble to chat with me. I've seen your video, it's dignified and delicate, and your voice is euphemistic and moving. I really feel like your sister. Lonely people, lonely hearts and warm feelings dilute the lonely night. It's good to know you.

Suddenly one day you said you couldn't be with me. Your father is ill, and he is hopeless. You have to leave your job without pay and wait on you. Your father wants to see your happiness before he leaves, but you can't bear it, but you are confused. ...

In fact, what I've always wanted to say to you is to forget the past and start over. There are many fish in the sea. Why did you hang yourself from a tree? The world is long, the years are in a hurry, and how many years are left for us to sigh. There are many regrets in life, and nine times out of ten things are unsatisfactory. Look down and think better. There will be happiness, as long as you look for it with confidence, flowers are as charming all year round.

I haven't seen you for a long time. Half a year passed quickly. I have never written anything to you, because I am afraid of caring, because I am worried that I am too thin to bear that emotion; Because my memory is still too strong to fit into this passage. What I can do, perhaps can only bless: bless you, bless the people you love!

The sky is blue. I stood in the winter sunshine and looked at the smiling flowers. The fragrance penetrated into my insides, and the haze in my heart had already vanished.

The flower of happiness has blossomed. I whisper, your voice seems to come from the sky, far away and clear. ...

Thank you for spending that frustrating day with me!

When will your QQ light up? I am eager to see your happy smiling face!

There is a kind of friendship called caring!

Friendship is like a song.

When I applied to the university, I didn't expect Bin to apply there. I think there are many coincidences in the world, which can only be seen in movies. When they really appeared in real life, I realized that they were really coincidences.

Why coincidence? Bin is my high school classmate. I sat with him for half the three years in high school, and I was still a classmate when I entered the university. What do you mean by coincidence? Bin looked at me and smiled when I told him what a coincidence it was.

When I arrived at the university, I naturally became friends with Bin who talked about everything. Many times, he is more like my brother, and my classmates say he is my secretary. You don't have to worry about everything. The most incredible thing is that I still feel at ease.

I didn't like taking notes in class at that time. I just pricked up my ears and listened. But I do well in every exam, and those who don't know think I'm smart. In fact, I am the only one who knows that all this is because of Bin. Bin gave me his notes a week before the exam. He said he had reviewed them and didn't need them. I dare say that his notes are the best I have ever seen. They are written in small letters. They are beautiful and organized. The key points and difficulties that the teacher may have to take are clearly recorded. It is his business to combine freely during the internship. I have been with him, carrying instruments. For a time, he ran tabloids, mimeographs and waxed paper for the department, and this kind of hard work also belonged to him. Whenever you need help, you think of him first, and when you are proud, you often forget him first.

Being with Bin often makes me forget his gender and think that he is the best friend. He is very much like Song Like Dacheng in the TV series Desire. He is considerate and mature. No matter how you treat him, he will never leave you. What about me? It is the kind of little girl who is full of "bad" problems, loves fantasy, willfulness, sentimentality and self-righteousness.

For a time, I was fascinated by Sanmao and moved by the romantic love between Sanmao and Jose. I have read all Sanmao's books and encouraged him to read them. He always looks disdainful. Once I told him that I fell in love with a senior three boy, much like Jose. Did he say realistic? I said I don't care! The big deal is not to be assigned by the school. Let's go to the countryside to teach or travel around the world. He said, "Naive!" Pull me back to the ground from midair.

But it didn't take long to fulfill bin's words, which was unrealistic. Everything was taken for granted by me. Sadness and disappointment immediately troubled me and kept me awake at night during that time. I happened to meet a grafting practice, and I often cut my hand carelessly because I was distracted. Seeing my irritability and low mood, Bin joked, "What's wrong with you? Are you lovelorn? " Before he finished, my tears poured out like a burst of water, so strong that I yelled at him, "Shut your fucking mouth!" " "Excited, I scratched my hand again, bleeding profusely. In a rage, I dropped the grafting knife on the ground. Bin looked at me in surprise and said anxiously, "Stop the bleeding!" Pass me the towel while talking. I sat there angrily, letting blood drip on the leaves, and then fell to the ground, feeling like I was dripping blood. Bin kept silent, buried his head, grafted silently, looked at me from time to time out of the corner of his eye, and then pretended to be doing his job as if nothing had happened. The sun shone on his face, and sweat was dripping on his forehead. When I was calm, he said, "Look at your face, wipe it!" " "He is the kind of person who can make you cry and make you make trouble! Even if I had a boyfriend later, he was still as usual, and I was very calm, as if I owed me in my last life.

When I graduated, Bin was assigned to a small town far away from me, and my boyfriend and I were assigned to a city. At that time, my heart was full of sweetness and I had forgotten him long ago. I didn't see him off, but he wrote me a letter after he arrived at work, saying that everything was fine when he arrived safely.

After graduation, I also quickly completed the trilogy of life, getting married, having children, and living a very moist life. I just think of him first when I meet something, and sometimes I think of him when I have nothing to do, and I think of some past events.

One day three years after graduation, Bin called. After a short silence on the phone, he said he was getting married. After a long silence, my heart suddenly seemed empty, but I was soon glad that he could find happiness.

The years are silent, and more than ten years have passed. In these ten years, Bing's friendship is like a pearl hidden in a corner of my heart, always shining with warm light.

I firmly believe that with Bin, friendship lasts as long as life lasts.

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About frustration: notes

Frustration is also a kind of happiness

People say that we can't stand setbacks, and we will feel very tired if we undertake them. Many people think that setbacks are bad news. As long as we are frustrated, we will be surrounded and entangled forever ... we can't get rid of it! But has anyone thought about it? In fact, frustration is also a kind of happiness! It can exercise your will, it can harden your fragile mind! One day in 2006, a sudden car accident destroyed his happy family and made a difficult turn in his future life. This sudden car accident made him lose his favorite and most needed parents, and also lost his feet jumping on the morning exercise ground and galloping on the road of life. After waking up, he looked for his parents like crazy and hung like crazy. Nurse, the doctor can't stop his "crazy spirit" and let him go crazy like that. His behavior made no one in the hospital nervous, even the birds chirping outside the window were scared away. The hospital was as silent as death, except for hearing his heartbreaking cry. .......

It's hard not to know his crazy spirit and the baboon that has been heated up by the media! Through media reports, it immediately attracted the attention of the people all over the country. The phone of the TV station was almost blown up by these enthusiastic friends, but he couldn't stop his madness. His hospital is crowded with people every day, as if watching a "crazy" movie, but people are anxious ... nervous ... silently waiting for him to finish watching the play. After several days of this scene, he gradually calmed down, gradually faced the reality and gradually accepted all setbacks. He began to work hard and study hard! When the media interviewed him, he asked him, "Who let you out of that big shadow?" He looked calm and answered the media with a faint smile: "The doctor told me to be strong; Everyone told me to be worthy of my dead parents; It is frustration that tells me to overcome all difficulties, including it. "

In fact, if you try your best to overcome setbacks and face them, I believe that no matter how big the difficulties and setbacks are, they will be repelled by your strength! They will also be happy for you! At that time, wasn't frustration also a kind of happiness for you?

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About growth: notes

Developmental pain

I feel a lot of growing pains, and these pains are growing.

My mother told me that we should lay a good foundation now and prepare for entering the society and having a good position in the future. Mom also said that a person with social status will have money. When the time comes, you will have whatever you want, and you will never live a hard life like laid-off workers again. So I want to study hard, learn knowledge well and be admitted to a famous university. With a good diploma, you have a good job, and there is nothing to worry about in your later life. After listening to these words, I thought to myself, yes, my mother thinks about my future with adult thinking, and my mother will never hurt me.

But then I found that these words seemed right, but they didn't seem right. Study at school every day and accept some principles of being a man. According to the Chinese book, you can't just care about yourself and ignore others. The teacher said, learn knowledge well and serve the motherland. I'm starting to get confused. Why should I study? How important is status, money and honor in life? Who can tell me what to do? This is really a very realistic and contradictory question.

When you are a child, you don't have to think about these things. After eating, you can play, go shopping, climb mountains, go fishing, catch cicadas, go home, lie on the bed, tilt your feet, hum songs, read comic books and fairy tales, and be free. It's different now. It seems that overnight, everything needs your input and thinking.

When the class chooses class cadres, the teacher wants each student to go to the stage and say that he is willing to be a certain position. When I got home, my mother boasted and wanted to be the monitor. Not only can you exercise yourself, but most importantly, it will be easier to join the party after paving the way for the future. When I fill out any form, I won't say that I haven't done anything. I have self-knowledge, and with my ability, it is impossible to be a monitor. My mother encourages me, but I just want to be ordinary and study quietly. I've had enough of my mother's endless nagging. I thought about my mother's wish that the girl would become a phoenix, so I agreed. I gave a speech on the stage that day. I said that I wanted to be a monitor most. Although I worked as a propaganda committee member in primary school, I lost my job later. My ability is not strong, but I think life should constantly improve myself, so if I become a monitor, I will try my best to help the class and do my best. I was very unhappy when I walked off the platform. I thought what I just said was a lie. I really admire myself for having such ability and making it up so well. Doing what you don't want to do is a very painful thing, but you have to bite the bullet and do it.

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