Category: essay

New Year of Culture

Calm down and slowly feel the uneasy years of the past year. We long for the years to be quiet. We hope that the years will be safe. On the New Year’s Eve, when we are leaving the old and welcoming the new, let us wish together:the year of the ox is proud, happy and healthy! However, the sudden new crown epidemic seems to have broken the silence of the Year of the Rat and messed up the rules of life, and life is still going on, and epidemic prevention must be strict.

2021-02-11

When you go uphill

Source:Yuncheng News Network □ Huang Xiaoping When you go uphill, look back, what will you see? You will see behind you, there are all downhill roads, and they extend to your feet. What does this indicate or what does it mean? Explain that when you go uphill, the downhill behind you has been”biting” you tightly, and has never relaxed.

2021-02-11

These moments make 2020 less sad

2020 has become a heartbreaking year for countless people. This year, we have experienced too much and exhausted physically and mentally, but there is always a moment that can heal us and warm us. Because of love, life is worth looking forward to.

2021-02-11

Congratulations to those who did not delete the circle of friends

I had nothing to do on the weekend, and looked at the circle of friends I posted. From 2020, to 2016 in one go. In fact, when I turned to 2018, I blushed a bit. Because it was so silly at that time, as if he hadn’t seen the world before, it was really:send a little mess to the circle of friends.

2021-02-11

Do not change your original heart

Respect the old fisherman:Hello. It is fortunate to be able to have such a time-and-space exchange with you. Qu Zi was exiled and said:”The whole world is muddy and I am alone, and everyone is drunk, I am alone.” But you sang loudly:”Everyone in the world is muddled, why don’t you drunk the mud and wave it?” Everyone is drunk, why not feed it and sip it.”

2021-02-11

Poem to mother

Source:Yuncheng News.com □ Sun Zhuhong looks at the mirror and weaves a twist braid that can’t make the taste of her mother. The twist braid made by her mother is like the branches of a small tree swaying in the wind into childhood joy. The small school bag crossed is broken piece by piece by her mother. Hope made of cloth, flowered cotton-padded jacket, cloth bottom, warm nest, under the light, time turns the green silk into white hair, the sun falls into the pond, and the night is as cold as the night, and the wood cane. Mom turns the suffering into a strong building, no matter how tall the building is, I can’t see the smoke in the alley.

2021-02-11