When I was a child, I especially liked red, red coats, red scarves, red sweaters, red azaleas and red umbrellas. I ran on the ridge and flew from school to school like a fire, and I never walked seriously. At that time, there was no road, and I skipped along the stream every day, watching the young crops turn from green to yellow day by day. When the heavy ears of grain nodded to me in the autumn wind, my parents smiled, just like I picked a handful of azaleas from the mountain. That landscape occupied my whole childhood. I sleep with my head resting on the stream every day, humming songs every day, no TV, no mobile phone, dogs chasing me and cows jingling.
After I got married, I loved red for many years as always. Besides shoes, my favorite skirt is red. Red sweater, red plaid shirt, red has occupied my spiritual territory. A red suit for marriage, hung for more than ten years, only once, reluctant to throw it away, hung in the closet for many years. The witness of love fills my married life and accompanies me year after year.
Because I'm too thin, I'm afraid I'll look haggard in black. I always refuse black clothes. Occasionally, I try it on. It was after I weighed more than 90 kilograms that I felt that wearing black was not bad. Especially in winter, cotton-padded clothes are black and resistant to dirt, and I gradually have a good impression on black, but red has become a landscape in my memory. People who have a soft spot for love drift away and become silent, saying that they will never surge again. Red has faded out of my sight and become a landscape in my memory.
Open the cupboard door and it will be all black, one, two, three and four. This is the color of winter, which is resistant to dirt and easy to match with clothes. My daughter doesn't like red, but prefers black and gray. Now the trend is reversed. Old people prefer bright colors, while teenagers pursue cool colors. The sun shines warmly on the windowsill, and such thoughts are tearing cotton candy. I am busy doing housework, living the day of cooking noodles, sorting out the catalogue, and circulating the symphony of pots and pans for 365 days. ...
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Afraid of children playing games and indulging in the internet, my husband and I decided not to buy a computer and change to a smart phone. Children are not allowed to touch their mobile phones from Monday to Thursday, and children are allowed to play mobile games or chat with classmates from Friday to Saturday night for no more than 1 hour. As we all know, I also fell in love with the mobile phone unconsciously, specifically, I fell in love with the QQ space, the characters in the space, and got used to a group of friends who stepped on the space. Sometimes I can't help myself: "What if I lose my mobile phone one day?" Addicted to mobile phones has become a disease, and sometimes being tied to mobile phones has become a burden. I always feel that this habit is bad, but I can't get rid of it. Sometimes I can't answer this question when asked by children.
Every time my husband comes home, he always calls me to the study: "Great writer, I'm back, let's have dinner together!" " "He always said that I write and draw, but I don't publish articles. Why on earth? I sometimes think: I didn't surf the internet before, and the space was blank. Reading books and magazines in your spare time is also good. Leaving a lot of time to read, we wander in cyberspace every day. It seems that we have the whole world, but in fact, everyone on the Internet knows that we are completely isolated from the world.
When I fled to this virtual world, I complained a lot, and my feelings crossed from ancient times to this life. A lot of functions were used on the mobile phone, and then some functions were turned off. Mobile phones facilitate communication between people. Is this the progress of the times? Or emotional overdraft? I can't tell you for sure. All I know is that this disease is abnormal. I can't get rid of my mobile phone. I can't get rid of my habit. When we hold the right hand with our left hand, we have to hold the mobile phone with one hand. The world in our palm has gradually moved away from our emotional intelligence and IQ. But who can get rid of our mobile phones?
Walking at the forefront of high technology, the world is changing rapidly, and the only constant thing in nature, taking time to talk with nature, talking with animals, watering flowers and having more fun with people around us, may awaken our souls. Not long ago, I read the words of my friend "Xiaogan moving the sky" and extracted a paragraph to share with you.
The world has never lacked love, and this network has never lacked words to write love. What is missing is true love and real, clean and attractive words. It is almost impossible to find a poet who doesn't write love poems. Undeniably, excellent love poems must have the largest readership. In order to meet the needs of official publication, many people give up their writing skills that are loyal to their hearts, just as some people pretend to be Liu Xiahui and Zhuo Wenjun when they clearly think of Pan Jinlian and Ximen Qing. In this world, I am glad that I loved and loved naively. Although the secular life is constantly disintegrating me, I am glad that I still have the ability to love. Looking back, in the 40-year journey, it is still love that sustains this lonely boat. Although tadpoles have grown into frogs, summer is still that summer, and love is still that love. Yesterday is an old love, tomorrow is a new love. Cut an old love and add a new one, just like a gecko, losing a tail and growing a new one. Gecko or gecko, you and me or you and me.
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From last year's reunion, after the reunion of classmates and friends 20 years ago, in my spare time, I talked about the phoenix tree, which was speechless and full of color. I talked about my youth and recalled my youth. That year, Na Yue's fleeting time shone brightly in our pen, and the hardships of some years were full of twists and turns in the text. Meeting is a song, meeting again, looking back, and at the invitation of classmates, today.
I remember when I was a child, I was running in the mountains and rivers, on muddy ridges, among wild flowers and weeds, and my thin figure was everywhere. I caught dragonflies, butterflies in wild flowers and shrimps in the water with cobwebs. These interests floated to the memory, and the memory was vivid. At that time, the most extravagant snack was fruit candy, and those colorful candy wrappers became my favorite. The rectangular candy paper was wrinkled, so I spread it out one by one and pressed it under the box. Later, take it out, spread it out, fold it into the shape of a butterfly, string it one by one with wool, and hang it in the attic where we sleep, looking forward to growing up every day. Those colorful butterflies carry childhood dreams.
It's not particularly idolized to save some pocket money and buy popular postcards, but I like to extract good words and sentences and start keeping a diary. I like to put beautiful postcards in the middle of words, just like editing a diary now. The beautiful pictures of men and women are stuck in the middle of the words, so they are not tired after seeing their eyes, and they feel warm after watching them countless times. It turns out that once some things are matched, the effect will be different. Maybe the words are the same, and there are pictures and texts with the same effect. I fell in love with those beautiful pictures, and sometimes pictures can represent my mood without writing a word. When editing a diary, I seldom change my friend's original intention of writing. Every article has her (his) highlights, especially the pictures, which can better express the author's wishes. Some boring time passed quietly in these interests.
Thanks to the kindness of my friends in the teahouse, I compiled the fifty-first journal. Although it is not perfect, the richness of friends and friends' words covers up my shortcomings, and some beautiful pictures give me passion for creation. We write words in a competition and then publish them in groups in the space. Friends compete for comments. Although there is no "Editor's Note" classic, we also enjoy it. If we regain these interests, words will have more vitality, life will be less depressing and space will be bluer. Thank you! Friends who walk together.
20 16 65438+ 10 1 At the invitation of Cha Xuan's friend "Poetry", I registered Jiangshan and found the supporting point of the text. Entering a huge literary group, I can only describe it as "heaven has a hole in the sky". This is the focus of the article, reflecting countless light. I feel that Columbus discovered the new continent. I take time to read articles every day. I have published 20 articles in several societies back and forth. Looking at my own words, some "editors' notes" have aroused my hobbies. I am no longer afraid of mobile phone disease, but I love this heartfelt interest in writing. I finally believe that the earth is round, and I am listening to the echo from the other end: Text: Hello!