Liu Cunyi was sipping coffee and listening to Dong Yang’s words. When Dong Yang finished his answer, he put down his coffee cup and nodded and said: "I am familiar with the textile machinery factory where your grandma worked! Back then, the textile machinery factory It was also glorious. That was the birthplace of the first shuttleless loom in New China! In the mid-to-late 1980s, due to overcapacity, redundancy, industrial structure adjustment and other factors, there were a large number of people in Shenyang. Workers suffered an unprecedented wave of layoffs, not only your grandma, but also my wife. At that time, Tiexi District had a population of 750,000, and the number of laid-off workers was close to 500,000. This was a period of "labor pain" in our Shenyang. The workers have supported the country's reform and enterprise restructuring with the greatest self-sacrifice! It can be said that the period of 'labor pain' is also the only way to go. Without experiencing the 'labor pain', how could we have a new life in Shenyang today?" Liu Cunyi became excited and shouted. A series of coughs.
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The rain hits the autumn leaves, like the whispers of people leaving, whispering to each other, weeping and complaining: this parting must be The mountains are high and the roads are divergent, and there is no hope of seeing each other. The mountains are so high and the rivers are so deep that it is impossible to see the autumn waves. The slender shadows move slightly, wandering in the autumn mood, listening to the autumn rhyme and sound of autumn in Yuyou's mouth. The little umbrella of the past was held up again, like a flowing and warm residence, with colorful clouds flying in the air, recalling the lost spring dream. The sky was overcast, and the twilight enveloped the layers of clouds, falling into the depths of the night together with the wind and rain. The wind became more violent, the rain became more furious, and the boundless night fell into fear.
As usual, when I got tired from reading and writing, I stood in front of the window and looked at the land. It coincides with the dry season, and the turf deliberately planted by people has withered, the saplings are scorched, and the land is still hardly green.
The dark green canopy blocks the sun but cannot block the heat wave. The irritable chirping of the black cicadas echoes from one tree to another, causing a lot of dust to fly randomly. Looking forward eagerly, there was finally a cool breeze under the dark clouds, and then raindrops as big as copper coins fell. Yellow dust was kicked up on the dry ground, and the hot air was filled with a moist, earthy smell. The panicked sparrows and hens hid under the haystacks to avoid the rain, shaking the water drops on their wings. The farmers working in the fields in the west of the village were soaked to the skin and ran into the village quickly, dragging their hoes and stepping on the mud. The aunt who lived in the west of the village ran into the house and saw the rainwater in the yard getting deeper and deeper, and the white jade beads splashing all over the ground. The joy on his face could not be hidden, and his contented laughter flew into the trembling leaves on the branches, each piece of new green crystal clear. The aunt who lives in the east of the village ran into her yard, only to find that the yard was still full of chickens and sparrows, and the sun was shining brightly. She turned around and looked helplessly at the dark cloud in the west and sighed, wishing she could use the hoe in her hand to hook it into her yard.
There are many legends about the magic lamp, and each legend is beyond people's understanding. No one knows what the relationship between the river water and the magic lamp is, and why the river water glows. The boatman has been ferrying on the Qinglong River all year round and knows every drop of water in the river. He is also the sworn brother of the Water God. He even fished out a star in the shallow water once, but the star was too small and he held it in his hand. He weighed it and felt it was of no use, so he threw it into the river again. It is also said that the star thrown away by the boatman was later picked up by the water god and became a lamp hidden in the water. After all, the boatman had never seen a lamp in the water, and even the water god rarely met him because of the water god's The body is also water. It is hidden in the Qinglong River and mixed with the current. You can't see it even if you stand in the whirlpool.
Occasionally he would accompany her waiting for the bus under the stop sign, and talk to her about his grand ambitions, saying that he would annex half of the video stores in the city and make her an enviable boss lady. After hearing this, she just shook his hand, watched the car coming, and said goodbye to him. She waited until the car started and he was no longer visible, then she took out the darkened paper and pointed it at the circled person on it. The small attic made me cry.
When the Elephant Star casts its sights on the universe, Fadelev was assigned as an astronaut of the "Keyboard Project". He will drive the spacecraft through the universe in the form of "waves", in the void Notes are continuously emitted in the black space, just like walking on the piano keys, while expanding the exploration space, while passing on the civilization of the home planet. In this way, the Elephant Man attempts to establish contact with other beings in the universe. There was no return plan for this journey, and after seven years of sailing, Fadelev lost contact with the Elephant Man due to distance issues.
So enthusiastic, so devoted!
Since the goal is the distant horizon, we should be more calm and calm. The numerous fruits of autumn are all due to the hard work of sowing in spring; becoming the blood of the sea is all due to the continuous running of the stream day and night. Maybe, you may not be able to reap the increasingly mature dream if you put in the sweat; maybe, you may not have the fiery red scenery if you shed the blood; maybe, the hard struggle in the darkness may not usher in the brilliant dawn. …But I’m not just sad. Although I have been working silently and have not yet heard the echo of life, I, who love life, will definitely win.
The straw sandals knitted by my grandma are beautiful, light and soft, and come in more than 10 styles such as slippers and high heels, with patterns such as birds, butterflies and flowers on them. However, because the life span of straw sandals is very short, the life span of a pair of well-made straw sandals will not exceed 3 months. If it rains and the road is muddy and slippery, the life of the straw sandals will be even shorter. So grandma knitted some straw sandals and kept them at home.
Looking at the city's sage's style, the mountains are high and the rivers are long. Since the Tang Dynasty, talents have emerged in large numbers, each leading the way. It is not surprising that Ouyang Xun is a model for calligraphy in the world.
Life is like a path winding in the mountains, bumpy and uneven, with ditches and cliffs on the sides. If you fall down, just cry if you want. Don’t be afraid of anything. Don’t pretend. This is straightforwardness, not weakness, because crying will not affect the journey, but can add a sense of caution; the mountain flowers are blooming, the scenery is pleasant, if you are intoxicated, you want to Just smile, don't be pretentious. This is straightforwardness, not pride, because smiling once does not affect your journey, but can actually increase your confidence.
Thinking of the dream, the blacksmith said, it’s getting late, I should go back, and the elder should go to bed early. When the blacksmith got up, the elder did not hold him back. He picked up the oil lamp with one hand and protected the flame with the other hand, and sent the blacksmith out of the house. The blacksmith arrived outside the house, turned around and said, "Elder, please go back to the house." The elder sighed in a low voice. He did not dare to speak loudly. He was afraid that he would blow out the oil lamp if he spoke too loudly
In the living room, Liu Cunyi was still chatting with Dong Yang about domestic matters. He asked about Dong Yang's grandparents. Grandma and grandpa.
Probably, there is no regret. You have been here for this love with spring. Without your arrival, spring would be so lonely. Just like life, how boring it would be without such a vigorous love.
In 1997, the summer vacation of the year when Hong Kong returned to the motherland, my uncle brought his aunt and Duoduo back to visit us. One of the purposes of their return was to pay homage to his mother, who was my grandma. I finally met Duoduo. Her speaking voice was delicate, as if her breath was fragrant. The aunt was dressed like the Hong Kong sister on TV, with curly black hair and a swaying cheongsam. Her high heels thumped on the poor land. She walked very carefully for fear of stepping on a piece of chicken feces. We smelled another kind of fragrance on my aunt. My father said it was the smell of city people. The smell of country people is stinky, but the smell of city people is fragrant. But my mother was unconvinced and said that the smell of city people was the smell of perfume, so strong that it filled my nose. Duoduo's name sounds like a princess, while my sister's name is Feng Damei, and my name is Feng Sanmei. They are so tacky, and others will know that they are from the country. Duoduo said to us, why is your name so unpleasant? It sounds like a cat or a dog. Why are your uncle and aunt unwilling to give you a nice name? Duoduo didn't know that they had little education, couldn't recognize a few characters, and couldn't even write letters. I didn't dare to tell Duoduo this because I was afraid that Duoduo would laugh at us. Duoduo was nine years old at the time. She was pretty and dressed like a princess. Even the children in the neighborhood came to watch her and praise her. None of us country kids had ever seen such a beautiful child. In front of her, my brothers and sisters and I were like three dwarfs and ugly ducklings.