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Wild mint (1).

Wild mint. The side courtyard of the Buddhist temple is the most secluded part of the hotel. Group private room, like to be in the new building on the sunny slope outside the temple; Generally, individual guests are also afraid that the rooms renovated from the ancient monks' houses are damp.

However, I felt that the giant pine and tiled verandah of the ancient courtyard were particularly charming, so I chose one of the east wings and lived in it to sort out the manuscripts. Except on weekends, there are very few people in the courtyard, and sometimes it's just me.

There are not only three cupola pines in the courtyard, but also the branches and leaves of the two Xifu begonias in front of the main house hang down to the ground, which is reminiscent of the ancient Qinglu - of course, there are no flowers to appreciate in early autumn, but the dense green leaves dotted with jade yellow fruits are not allowed to bloom in spring. On both sides of the south wall are several clumps of green bamboo. There is also a courtyard outside the south wall, where a small stone bridge crosses the small spectacle lake, where water lilies bloom with purple flowers and small koi fish swim under the green waves.

There are many kinds of trees by the lake, the most conspicuous is the tall persimmon tree, there are too many Gaozhuang persimmons, popping, you will see the golden persimmon fall to the ground, I think the branches are not tolerant of the weight and deliberately shake off.

When you are tired of fiddling with the documents on the computer, it is the most pleasant time to go for a walk in the courtyard. The black squirrel with its big tail performed acrobatics, and in an instant, it shuttled from the branches of the pine tree to the bamboo bush and jumped to the height of another pine tree, speeding up Liu Xiang. There are always wild pigeons cooing, feeling that they are around, but it is not easy to find their figures, but the black and white flowers and gray-blue magpies are extremely generous, always flying low by the side, and chirping non-stop, as if to ridicule me for being a "big fairy", I actually don't prepare snacks for them, I have also thrown some bread crumbs, they are not interested at all, but I can find them something more fragrant than the naturally existing insects in the yard?

On the third day of my stay, when I woke up, I suddenly heard a shrill voice outside the window - it was not a noise, it was really strange. And I didn't wash, I went out to watch, and I was puzzled - seven or eight masters were squatting and shoveling the ground. The courtyard was paved with a cross-shaped stone passage with lace, and the ground cut by the passage with trees and bamboo bushes used to grow natural lichens, generally snakeberries and wild mint, which looked like a grass and smelled a faint fragrance, what did you do to shovel them?

The masters who worked with foreign accents, chatting about their daily routines while working, and the leaders were locals, making bottles of hot tea and sitting on the stone embroidery pier next to the stone table, patiently explaining to me that it was the new plan of the hotel, and the green space under the trees should be changed to a unified winter turf.

Be wise as you would with money (2).

In the 80s of the last century, Chinese writers began to have a general "text consciousness", but there was also an excessive excitement of "only language subversion is fast", so ordinary readers complained that they "couldn't read". In this century, the Internet is all the rage, and writers who don't understand "deconstructionism" are also ruthlessly deconstructing the dominant texts. Contrary to the efforts of those "avant-garde writers" in the 80s, they lazily "scribbled" at will, not only "unintentionally inserting willows and willows" into a trip, but also having the tendency of "foreign narcissus becoming a disaster", which greatly challenged the inherent ecology of the "literary waters".

In fact, there is no need to panic, because as far as the vast majority of the audience in society is concerned, the norms still need to be adhered to, and the conventions need to be established after the common (that is, mature, that is, the natural process); The appropriate introduction of "new species" is bound to reach a new relative equilibrium after some fluctuations, and it should be a richer and more beautiful situation.

Nowadays, it can be said that literary creation has become easier, but it can also be said that it has become more difficult. The key is whether you have a strong desire to communicate with others using the symbolic system of words. The heart has desire, and the text is self-contained.

Some people say that the key to literature is words, and yes, but I prefer to say that the key to literature is the urgency before communication and the great excitement when conveying.

Penghua ** is a financial institution, but they insist on five years of internal magazine "Penghua" magazine is not a brochure of financial management varieties, now it has become a "sharp edge of thought series", from the literary volume can be seen, they can not only manage money, but also can be wise - will attract many different literary works, splendid display, the surface seems to be disorganized, scrutiny is like a red line beads, string is the pearl of life wisdom, the pearl of the world, the pearl of classic inquiry, the pearl of spiritual nourishment. As rational as financial management, it is beneficial to open the book, and it is intellectual, "Penghua" has done a valuable thing.

2. October 3rd of the 7th year? The green leaves are centered.

Bell and Drum Tower" Class Teacher".

Alma mater commemoration" Liu Xinwu's short story **Selection".

I'm Your Friend".

Here's **

Ruyi" has a tight schedule

Metropolitan Aria

The Wood Ring

Slope Essay "The Wind Blows Through the Ears".

Four archways" and "One Window Light".

Rich Heart has the skill" to choose my txc oh oh

My Mental Guard.

Glass of emerald crumpled apples.

For example, morning dew. Chew on dandelions.

Soul blinds.

How many grains are in a handful of rice?

This flower is called liking.

Brave vs. bland. Shadow appreciation.

Draw the curtains.

The mysterious palace of Prince Gong.

Make an appointment with yourself.

The long-snouted bee buries the pit.

Autumn in the spring.

Angry Green lifted a Mazar and sat everywhere.

Cut your own tree.

Fill your own bowl.

Frame happiness. Passed the "hurdle" of the "natal year".

Xiao Fuxing's "Mother's Back", "Dreaming Back to Childhood", "The Awe of the Tree", "Lychee".

Liu Xinwu's "Glass Cui", "For example, morning dew", "Chewing Dandelions", "Brave to Bland", "Self-appreciation".

Chi Zijian, "Dumbness and Spring", "People Picking Mountains", "Cooking Smoke in the Twilight".

Zhao Lihong, "The River of Childhood", "The Story of Water Traces", "Unfading Lost", "Unicycle".

I'm Your Friend".

Here's **

Metropolitan Aria

Four archways

This is Wang Guozhen's "I Like to Leave".

I love to go.

Wherever you arrive, you belong to yesterday. No matter how green the mountain is, how beautiful the water is, and how gentle the wind is. The deep lingering becomes a kind of bond, not only the feet, but also the future.

Why don't you like to go? It's a pity that I haven't seen the majesty of the mountains; I have seen the majesty of the mountains and have not seen the sea, and it is still a pity; Haohan, who has seen the sea, has never seen the vastness of the desert, and he still regrets it; It's a pity that I haven't seen the mystery of the forest when I see the vastness of the desert. There are endless landscapes in the world, and I am in the mood of immortality.

I naturally know that there are ups and downs in the mountains, waves in the sea, wind and sand in the desert, and fierce beasts in the forests. Even so, I still like it.

Breaking the peace of life is a different scene, a scene that belongs to youth. I'm glad I'm not old yet. Even if you are really old, isn't there a saying that old age is stronger?

So I want to learn profoundness from the mountains, I also want to learn courage from the sea, I want to learn composure from the desert, and I want to learn agility from the forest. I also want to learn to taste a colorful life.

How far can a person go? This is not to ask about the feet, but about the ambition; How high can a person climb? It's not about the hands, it's about the will. So, I want to use my passion to set a lofty goal for myself.

Not only to strive for a kind of glory, but also to pursue a realm. The goal has been achieved, and it is glorious; If the goal cannot be achieved, life will become rich and fulfilling because of this journey of ups and downs; In my opinion, this is a worthwhile life.

Yes, I love to go, and may you like it too.

Part I: Essay Essays.

My Mental Guard.

Glass emerald. Crumpled apples.

For example, morning dew. Chew on dandelions.

Soul blinds.

How many grains are in a handful of rice?

This flower is called liking.

Brave vs. bland. Shadow appreciation.

Lose. Close the curtains.

The mysterious palace of Prince Gong.

Make an appointment with yourself.

Long-snouted bees. Bury the pit.

Autumn in the spring.

Angry Green. Pick up a mazar and sit anywhere.

Cut your own tree.

Fill your own bowl.

Frame happiness. Passed the "hurdle" of the "natal year".

Advise yourself. Spring grass will be green next year.

Divine silence.

Beautiful fence.

Talk to strangers.

Sudden thoughts. It's easy to get started.

Gray Chen. Ingenuity mimosa.

Everyone has moles. The taste of the world is refreshing.

fridge magnet below. Appear when necessary.

Behind closed doors. Spring grass is like a needle.

Laugh off the argument. Why should happiness be infinite.

Take a break from the journey. Autumn leaves in the mountain stream.

Wolves, pythons, cows, cats.

Pale yellow ginkgo biloba.

Father's cough.

Childhood: Memories of Fire.

Butterflies on the balcony.

**Scrap of paper next to the machine.

This cup will never be stopped from now on.

From the melancholy to the well.

Humidification and dehumidification.

I'm glad I have a "blank".

Late onset. Say good things out of the air.

Loneliness. Nowhere to store it (Chapter 2).

I feel sad. The prickly heat on my father's back.

What song are you humming?

Ice Roar. Fried noodles.

Dredging with rattan whips.

Caution replaces. Filipino quantitative factors.

Encounter with personality. Drop your heels.

Give value to the ordinary.

The greatest right and wrong of this century.

Crescent moon on the front teeth.

Clone Rhapsody.

The game of life.

Part III: Commenting on Dream of the Red Chamber

Qin Keqing's background may not be humble.

To this day, I still think back to my mother's performance after the theater performance, and I can't help but be moved by the performance of the actors.

Not only would she applaud with everyone, smile at the actors who walked to the stage for a curtain call, but she would always murmur words and exclamations of praise, as if people would hear them. She always belongs to one of the hardcore fans who insisted on the applause of the mold bench until the curtain was closed and never lifted, and then she was willing to leave the stage unfinished. Before she got home, on the bus, she would smile and announce to her family

Today's curtain call is six times. It's wonderful. Or rather:

Don't look at today's curtain call, it's only three times. It's actually quite remarkable. "She's rarely unhappy with a performance, and of course, that's because the repertoire is our own choice.

My father only likes to watch Peking Opera, and my mother only likes Peking Opera, other dramas such as Pingju, Quju, and Hebei Bangzi, and I also love to watch dramas.

Mother attaches great importance to the actor's curtain call, of course, first of all, she has a strong respect for the actor. She said that she should cherish every performance as she cherishes every piece of paper. But it's not just a politeness under the rule of reason.

Mother has a natural instinct to perceive art. I remember when I was a teenager, I went with her to see Chekhov's famous play "Uncle Vanya" performed by the China Youth Art Theater, directed by Sun Weishi and starring Jin Shan. The life and characters shown in that play are not only extremely far away from a Chinese teenager like me, but also very alienated from my mother, who has never been abroad.

But as soon as the curtain opened, I remember that the first scene was a corner of the garden of a farm in the Russian provinces in the 19th century, a gentleman in a suit and a lady in a long skirt were moving slowly and methodically on the stage, taking tea from the long samovar on the long table under the shade of the tree, and saying some very plain words, I began to have some "Zhu Bajie eats ginseng fruit and doesn't know the taste", unconsciously the left leg of the jujube trembled, my mother felt it, and gently pressed the knee of my left leg with her right hand, and whispered in my ear: "Look how unhappy they are!" Mother's prompt actually made me capture the mood of this drama at once, I was as focused as my mother, and gradually heard the taste from those seemingly bland conversations, and my little heart pondered:

The scenery is so beautiful, the clothing, food, and housing are so good, but why are these people so unhappy? ......Of course, after the whole play, I can't say that I really understood anything. When the actor took the curtain call, my mother applauded for a long time with emotion as usual, and I applauded too.

On the tram home, I said to my mother, "It's a good show." Mother asked

Fortunately**? So I said, "Uncle Vanya said to his niece Sonya."

Your hair is so beautiful. Sonia said: When a person is not beautiful, people will comfort her, your hair is beautiful ......The mother smiled, smiling like a flower slowly blooming, and said

If you can memorize these lines, it's not in vain that you watched such a play, and they didn't act in vain. (To be continued).