There are several lines in Mink Head Mid-Autumn Festival in Chen Bing: Mid-Autumn Festival in Chen Bing, drunk and drunk, writing this article, pregnant. Ziyou is Su Zhe, Su Shi's younger brother.
I copied Su Shi's Mid-Autumn Festival in Chen Bing this morning and read many ancient poems. Su Shi's Mid-Autumn Festival Full Moon is very fond of and appreciated.
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Looking at Su Shi's bold and affectionate words, I miss my brother too!
I didn't go home this Mid-Autumn Festival. He spent the Mid-Autumn Festival at home with his parents. He sends home delicious food and lovely photos of his parents from time to time. At noon today, a pot of food was delivered, his wife cooked and he made a fire, looking like a warm man.
To some extent, the younger brother born in 1980s is often a luxury, and the one-child policy is no joke.
My younger brother is lucky, provided that he has a rural hukou, a sister and a mother in her thirties. If the national policy is so bad, he was born legally. I was 10 years old at that time.
I was so excited the day he was born. I didn't even get a clear 3 points in the school exam contest this morning, so a big question of 20 points was thrown and scolded by the teacher for a long time. My heart is no longer on paper. It is true to go home to see the children.
When I was a child, my brother looked like the baby in the New Year pictures. He has big eyes, long eyelashes and a white face. His main feature is obesity. The chin is very heavy and has no neck. Sometimes it will be red under the chin. Take a bath every day and rub talcum powder. Arms and legs are like lotus roots, all of which are small meat folds.
About three months later, my weight exceeded ten kilograms. I held him together with a straw pocket cushion, and then I didn't hold him and threw him on the kang. He still has a hole in his head. I was ten years old and was beaten by my father. Dare not cry, for fear that he will be crippled.
Many of the injuries on his face are related to me. My mother bought cookies and he ran to the kang to eat them. When he saw me, he laughed and ran to eat with a smile, banging his mouth on the cement windowsill. The little tooth that just came out bit his mouth, and his blood flowed.
I shouted to my mother, "No, my brother fell down and vomited blood!" " "
Such a horrible description, I don't even remember what my mother was like at that time. I have been scared to death. But she didn't hit me. She's already hurt one, but she can't hurt the other.
When he was one year old, he could walk. His mother asked the photographer to take a picture of him and stood on the blanket and took a few steps forward.
Dad wiped the mud at home again, mixed with white ash, and the ground was soft. My brother walked around in his mother's rubber-soled shoes, still talking, stepping on the ground and stepping on the ground.
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Unconsciously, I am three or four years old. I stay on the kang every day and don't want to play in the yard. There is a younger child in a relative's house. He hit him when he saw him. He didn't fight back, but turned and ran, sitting on the concrete wall in the yard, walking or running. That concrete wall is taller than him. I don't know how he climbed it. He never fell down.
There was a lot of farm work at home, so my mother put him at my aunt's house. My aunt has a cat at home. He sat on the quilt stack on the kang with the cat in his arms and said to her, "I won't hurt anyone, so don't hit me!" " "
My aunt kept a lot of chickens and ducks at home, and when she lost one, he asked her to carry him to find it. He can't count, but he knows that one is missing.
Uncle often drinks, and when he drinks too much, he curses.
My brother went to a neighbor's house to play, took a glass of water, took a sip and scolded him, learning his uncle's drunken appearance vividly.
Later, my mother took him back and looked at him by herself.
Where mom is busy, he follows. Whether it is cold winter or hot summer, he always stands at the kitchen table when his mother gets up to cook in the morning.
When the autumn harvest is busy, take him to the field and he won't cry. I've always been obedient and look a little precocious.
When he was young, Lickitung, if the distribution started with L and N, I once told him, "You can't understand the English teacher with your tongue, so you can't go to college!" He cried very sadly. His idol is a neighbor's college student. Every time he says what he wants to do when he grows up, he wants to go to college. I may have hurt his pride deeply. He was five years old that year.
Then his mother taught him to call a pig every day, "Come on, come on". At that time, his mouth was always l in his dreams. A few months later, he really said the words that began with those two letters. Very happy to say, "I can go to college!" " "
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When he was seven or eight years old, he could basically cook by himself.
Once he complained to his mother that cooking was very tiring. Is it better to shovel?
Mom didn't say anything, so she took him to shovel the ground the next day. After coming back all morning, he was so tired that his body was deformed.
I promised my mother that even if I went to town to buy food and cook, it would be better than shoveling the ground. I will study hard instead of shoveling the ground.
I still remember the note he left for his mother when he came back to cook at noon. "I'm full and turned over the eggs." Mother hatches chickens and ducklings in thermos bottles. He went home at noon to help turn it over, and then went to school by himself.
I remember when he was four or five years old, playing with chickens and ducklings, and three newborn ducklings were thrown on the kang by him and all fell to their deaths. I scolded him for a long time, but he remained silent and stood there honestly.
He is tall and has a big birthday. He is one year older than other children in primary school and the youngest in the class. He doesn't want to go to preschool, maybe he learned from adults that I don't go to preschool either, and he insisted on going to the first grade.
I couldn't understand the topic when I first started school, and I cried when I told him. Slowly, he got used to it and studied well.
When he was in elementary school, I went to high school and left home to live in the county. On the day of parting, his eyes were full of tears. We sat on my father's tractor and I held him all the way. He sent me to the big guests in the village, and then wiped his tears and went home with his father.
Every time school starts, he sends me away in tears. When I came back from my holiday, he tore off the last pages of the calendar with joy. Seeing that I was in the hospital, he helped me carry all my bags back.
On holidays, he will tell me about the TV series he watched at home. My mother can often repeat the plot of a TV series in one morning, and he will act the characters according to what her mother says. Learn to speak like a butterfly. He walked up and down the kang with a piece of cloth tied to his head and a broom in his hand, singing Adam Cheng's "Remove the Stars from the Sky".
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He wrote me a letter when I was a sophomore. Tell me I have a watermelon at home. Save it for me and let me go back to eat. Primary school Chinese to the third grade, finally can write one thing, interesting.
When I came home in the summer vacation, he told me that he was the host of the class meeting. He told me the host words on the kang and asked me to listen to him in advance.
I went to college when he was in junior high school. I have less and less contact with him, and we are both busy with our homework. I came home on holiday and found that he was taller than me and compared with me every year. After he chased me, he was no better. Standing on the threshold, I forgot to look up and meet.
Teach him English words once, but he can't dictate left and right. I asked him to copy it 100 times, but he didn't say anything, so he just sat there and copied it. Tell me, I can write backwards, not afraid that I will dictate him.
We both went to the same junior high school, and the teacher who taught me will continue to teach him. Teachers all know me, treat me well and take care of him. His academic performance has always been among the best.
I don't know which day, he said to me, "Sister, don't go to school. I almost live in your shadow." Why is this happening?
Mother said, "He studies well. The teacher said that he is the same as his sister, but he doesn't study well. The teacher said he was not as good as his sister! " "
It seems that the teacher's evaluation hurt his little heart. From that moment on, I found that he grew up and had his own thoughts.
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He came to Beijing to play with me after the senior high school entrance examination. This is his first visit to Beijing, which was brought by his future brother-in-law. At that time, my boyfriend went to Changchun on business and sent him to Beijing. After dinner with the prospective brother-in-law and the leaders, he finished a bottle of beer in a short time and then returned it. Alcohol consumption is better than prospective brother-in-law, and now colleagues tell it as a story.
After his junior high school, whenever a boy came to my house, he made comments, almost all of which were negative comments.
After I graduated from college, he was extremely upset when he learned that I had a boyfriend. Ask me if there is a history of domestic violence in their family, whether they bully women very much, whether they have any quirks, and what their personality is like, even more meticulous than my mother cares about.
After coming to Beijing, he lived in the dormitory of his prospective brother-in-law for more than ten days to help me evaluate this man in all directions. Later, I came to the conclusion that I have no problem with my personality and no quirks, but I don't deserve his sister. In his mind, no man can compare with his sister, but the problem of appearance is easy to solve.
When I got married, he was busy looking around, running around, and a pair of blue pants, all polished, stuck to something. When the guests dispersed, he and his brother-in-law opened a table to spell wine. He drank bottle by bottle, and his brother-in-law followed suit. Later, he got drunk and didn't get up after sleeping all afternoon.
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In high school, I gave him my unused mobile phone for fear that it would be inconvenient for him to contact home. For three years in high school, he seldom turned on his cell phone except to call my mother and me. Few students in the class know that he has a mobile phone.
He applied for the college entrance examination before taking it, so his score was very conservative. According to the valuation of 570 points, I got 600. Because of family reasons, he applied for the national defense students of Jilin University. There are only two majors to choose from, law and journalism, and he chose the latter.
After successfully passing the written test and interview physical examination, I went to national defense students in Jida University. Every day, ordinary students sleep in and start a day's training.
I have been studying hard in college and always feel I owe him. All the money my parents worked hard to earn when they were young was for me to go to college. Going to college, his parents are getting older and older, which makes him more and more uncomfortable. I earn money after graduation, and sometimes I give him some subsidies.
Sometimes, he will say to his mother, "If I don't go to school, you and dad won't be so tired, will they?"
Mom said that some neighbors are not students, not lying at home counting money!
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Later, he graduated and became an armed police.
Later, he finally got married. On the afternoon of his wedding, I couldn't say a word in my throat, but a few drops rose.
Many times I regard my brother as my brother, and many times I regard him as my own son.
Now I find that brotherhood lies in your peace of mind when you leave your parents to be with each other. When I can't go back to my hometown, I have him to take care of my parents. There was another discussion when deciding what medicine to use for my mother's illness.
Children can go to their uncle's house for a few days, run wild and have fun. When he marries a daughter-in-law, my uncle can still be a guest, so as not to make my mother-in-law look lonely.
Writing such a big article is not as good as Su Shi's sentence: I hope people will live for a long time and have a beautiful scenery thousands of miles away!
Water tune song head ice Chen zhongqiu
Dynasty: Song Dynasty
Chen Bing Mid-Autumn Festival, happily drank the next morning, drunk, wrote this word, and missed my brother Su Zhe.
When did the moon begin to appear? Ask heaven for wine. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade. Dance and enjoy the shadow of the moon, which is in the world. (what: when; Afraid of another work: only/afraid)
The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away. (Long-term work: bias)
Su Shi (1037-1101) was a writer, painter and gourmet in the Northern Song Dynasty. Zi yue Zhan, no Dongpo lay man. Han nationality, Sichuanese, was buried in Yingchang (now Jiaxian County, Pingdingshan City, Henan Province). I have a bumpy career, profound knowledge, extremely high talent, and excellent poetry, calligraphy and painting. His writing style, Wang Yang, is unrestrained and fluent, and he is also called Ou Su with Ouyang Xiu, one of the "Eight Masters of Tang and Song Dynasties"; Poetry is fresh and vigorous, making good use of exaggeration and metaphor, and its artistic expression is unique. Together with Huang Tingjian, they are called Su Huang. The uninhibited school has a great influence on later generations, and it is called Su Xin with Xin Qiji. Calligraphy is good at running script and regular script, and it can be innovative. Writing with a pen is ups and downs, full of childlike interest. And Huang Tingjian, Mi Fei and Cai Xiang are also called Song Sijia. Painting is the same as literature. In painting, we advocate spirit likeness and "literati painting". He is the author of The Complete Works of Su Dongpo and Dongpo Yuefu.
Su Zhe (1March 03918-1June 5438+001October 25th) was born in Meishan, Meizhou (now Sichuan), a writer in the Northern Song Dynasty.
In the second year of Jiayou (1057), Su Zhedeng was a scholar, the first secretary of the provincial school and the military attache of Shangzhou. When Song Shenzong was in office, he was appointed as an official of the Third Division of Regulations. Because he opposed Wang Anshi's political reform, he was promoted to be a left-behind official in Henan. Since then, he has cooperated with Zhang, Wen Yanbo and others.
After Song Zhezong acceded to the throne, he called Su Zhe the secretary of provincial studies. In the first year of Yuan You (1086), he served as the right minister, and successively served as the suggestion, history and assistant minister. In the first year of Shaosheng (1094), he rebelled against Zhezong because he wrote a letter discouraging the use of Li Qingchen, and resigned to know Ruzhou. After that, it was downgraded several times. During the period of Chongning, when Cai Jing was in power, he went to the next dynasty to seek medical treatment, so he took Dr. Taizhong as an official and built a house in Xuzhou, making welcoming guests his old age.
In the second year of Zheng He (112), Su Zhe died at the age of 74, studying for a bachelor's degree in Ming Temple, and then practicing medicine in Feng Xuan. When Song Gaozong was tired, he gave it to a surname and Wei Guogong, and when Song Xiaozong was chasing Wen Ding.
Su Zhe, his father Su Xun and his brother Su Shi are called "Su San". Influenced by his father and brother, his life knowledge is famous for his prose and he is good at political theory and historical theory. Su Shi called his prose "Wang Yang lived in seclusion, and his voice was sighing, and his outstanding spirit was indispensable". His poems try to catch up with Su Shi, with unpretentious style and poor literary talent. Su Zhe is also good at calligraphy, which is chic, neat and orderly. He is the author of Biography of Poetry, Biography of Spring and Autumn Annals, and Collection of Luancheng.