August-the feeling of not giving up

August of 211 is beyond words. After writing a poem at the beginning of the month, a small accident forced my blog, which lasted for four and a half years, to stop, and Weibo and space were all closed. The insecurity of the network forced me to give up my love very reluctantly. Since then, 1 million words have been sealed, and the words will be sealed forever with my memory, as if god had arranged it.

It's natural to say goodbye to beloved words, telling the wonderful and helpless life with words piled up by life, and loving them, so the current webpage is enabled. This is a lonely world. I don't need others' attention and don't like others to disturb me. I write my own things quietly and continue to interpret the charm of persistence!

nevertheless, August is still busy and full. The two-day tour of Xiangshan on the 13th to 14th let us pass by Zhao Benshan. On the 2 th, the perfect score of "Nine out of Six" was passed at one time; Then a family of three accompanied her in-laws to visit their relatives and ancestors in Huichang, which ended successfully and won her in-laws' great satisfaction at a hard cost.

It is worth mentioning that the physical examination results came out last week, and all the indicators were negative. The doctor said to check again after half a year, so there is no need to check again. OK, god bless, good people are safe!

Coke's birthday lasts for a whole month from the beginning of the month to the end of the month. There are many lunar and solar calendars. From taking photo albums to traveling, I also bought a lot of clothes. On my birthday, I cooked a big meal, which is as important as "five stars". My child is older and will fly solo in the near future. Parents wish her all the best!

I went back to school this morning, urging me to do everything. Poor inherit the wind! After cleaning up the housework, I didn't finish until 9: 3. I took a shower and went to work before my hair was dry. The phone was pressed and a lot of work was waiting for me. Alas, this is my life!

At this moment, the beautiful melody of "Butterfly Lovers" expresses my mood, and I don't know why I feel like tears ... August is really a season that makes me feel distressed, August, August that I don't give up ...

November 25th, which I remember

I've always wanted to write something about it. Why do you say that? Because it was in 2. The orderly life of the troops in a straight line and squares officially became a past tense on that day. Since then, I have kept it in my heart like a festival every November 25th, counting its days silently. On that day, I also silently chanted in my heart: Today, another veteran will bid farewell to the unforgettable army life. I don't know if they are wearing flowers on their chests, and tears are in their eyes. With the music of "Farewell to Comrades", they are reluctant to go home.

I don't know if every soldier in the army has such a habit. When there is more than one year left to leave the army, they start counting the days of discharge day by day. After I was assigned to my company from Xinbinglian, it has been common for veterans in our company to calculate how long it will take to leave the army every day. From more than 3 days to more than 2 days, the last time is getting shorter and shorter until you leave the army.

At the beginning, when there were many days, the veterans talked about how many days left to leave the army, with a kind of waiting and expectation in their tone. After all, the life of the army is more restrained and dull than the world outside. But when the day of discharge quietly approached, there was a clear attachment and reluctance in their tone. The friendship between comrades-in-arms forged in two years or more will be separated from each other from now on. I don't know when the next meeting will be, so how can I not be attached?

When I was a recruit, the army had already put up a farewell banner on the playground during the period of veterans' discharge. The sentry arrangement also gives preferential treatment to veterans who are about to leave the army. Try not to arrange them to stand guard for one or two weeks before leaving the army. Set aside more time for them to arrange matters related to their retirement. The places for going out for leave are also reserved for them.

Let the soldiers who usually stay in the camp go out to see the places they have guarded before leaving the army, and also buy some local specialties to take home. There is still a lot of work around them, and sometimes I envy them and wish I could become a veteran as soon as possible. Sometimes it is contradictory to think that if you become a veteran, you will soon be separated from your comrades who live together day and night.

Most veterans are very concerned about the last sentry post they have stood. The sentry post that day must have stood very seriously. I once stood with a Guizhou veteran at the last sentry post before he left the army. After that, he and their group of veterans who are about to leave the army will bid farewell to the sentry post forever. That day, he was the main whistle and I was the deputy whistle. He was carrying a gun and I was holding a baton. From the preparation before going to the post to the end of the post, he is more serious and serious than usual, and his solemnity is like completing a ceremony. The two-hour sentry time passed quickly.

As usual, he carefully completed the handover procedure of the sentry post and walked down the sentry box. It was just evening, and the sun pulled his shadow long. I followed, and saw him reluctantly look back at the watchtower. There was something flashing in his nostalgic eyes, and the tough body was clearly contrasted with the silent mood. I can understand his feelings at that time. He was saying goodbye to the watchtower that accompanied him throughout his military career, and also to the barracks where he had shed sweat and blood.

The day of departure finally came, and all the retired soldiers in the company came to the detachment by car. The bright red epaulettes on their shoulders were handed in by the company as early as a few days ago, and now they are all olive green. After the veterans' discharge ceremony, they shook hands with their comrades-in-arms who came to bid farewell, or hugged each other with tears and said goodbye.

At ordinary times, tough guys often cry at this time, and the scene is very tragic. Then this green torrent gathered from different companies faded away as quickly as it came. The barracks, which were just crowded, were suddenly set off with great silence and even some coldness. It's just that the farewell song is still there, and the tears haven't been dried when I bid farewell to my comrades. We will all leave the army, this time we will send veterans, and next time we will become retired veterans.

When I retired from the army, I still had songs and farewell teams. I even left in a hurry to catch the train. Those who have not come yet and say goodbye to their comrades-in-arms seriously. But over the years, I can always remember what the division commander said to us at the farewell party: the army is your home forever, and you should go home often when you have time. This earnest sentence can often remind me of all kinds of memories of the army. But I haven't been back to see it once yet. Just like a wandering wanderer, he always hopes to go home at his best and be full of honor.

and now I don't have this condition. I went back to my hometown in the same green leather car that took us with my retired comrades. I was even in a trance when I walked out of my hometown railway station. It feels like a dream, and everything is so unreal, just like the scene I dreamed in the army. Only a few days after I got home, I even kept the routine of the army, but suddenly I was not used to the whistle of the army.

it's been four years since I retired from the army, and the past of the army has been slowly thrown away in the years station as time goes by. Some memories have been blurred for a long time, and some simply can't be remembered, but every year on November 25, I always feel sad when I look at the veterans who bid farewell at the station!

"Cat's Eye" sees the world

How many years ago, she saw the spring, summer, autumn and winter in her eyes and the neighborhood. The most beautiful thing is that the husband walks by her eyes holding his son and holding his wife's hand; The most dependent thing is to see the fate of the next second from her eyes. She accompanied me through childhood ignorance, adolescent anxiety and even the almost exhausted sense of security now. She is nothing but a cat's eye on the door.

A cat's eye made me see all the joys and sorrows of people and see through the world's apathy.

I remember when I was very young, my parents always told me before going out: "Dear, when someone knocks at the door, don't open it casually, and don't open it until you see someone you know in the cat's eye." At that time, little me, little heart, would step on the stool and stand on tiptoe to explore the figure every time I heard the sound. Unfamiliar faces, neighbors' smiles ... Listening to parents' footsteps coming home from work, it was both familiar and strange at that moment. In my memory, communication with the outside world is always separated by a layer of wood, but a thin layer of wood separates me from the figure outside the door in two worlds.

The "cat's eye" in front of us is round, but the figures in it are various. Recently, TV has always reported some news or special topics that reflect social apathy and lack of integrity in contemporary education. Indeed, these reports have really caused quite a stir in society. When a large number of news reports flooded into my mind, deja vu figures gradually emerged from it, and I was amazed and stunned. Isn't that what I once saw from the "cat's eye"? Over the years, something has always appeared in my eyes, ears and heart. At that time, I was still an out-and-out middle school student. In a long-awaited winter vacation, my parents worked from nine to five as always. In the rebellious period, I was even more curious about the world outside. There was a strange noise outside the door, and curiosity made me sneak to the door and stand on tiptoe. I saw some strange faces in "Cat's Eye". Are you moving? A man and a woman walked down the stairs. When they saw people who were busy moving things, they took a detour disapprovingly. Those people have moved all the furniture after going up and down several times for half an hour. I only poked my head out when I heard the sound of the car running away downstairs. When I heard the neighbors' abuse of the thief in the corridor the next day, I understood that it was the thief who moved the house "aboveboard" ... Why did this happen? How can people's trust and the minimum sense of social justice be lost so quickly? Imagine that a few thieves can "brazenly" open the door and steal, even if someone sees it, they think that their neighbors are moving and no one cares. In the final analysis, the simple reason is that there are too many people like me who see the world through the "cat's eye", so it should all be caused by the "cat's eye"!

As a native of China, I am proud, proud, but helpless. I am proud that I live in a country with a history of 5, years of civilization, and proud that my motherland is called the country of etiquette and has a rich cultural accumulation. As an ancient person, being gentle, courteous and thrifty once gave birth to countless stories that make people feel alert and touching, but as a modern person, why can't we learn even a little lesson and experience from them? When I heard the news that a 7-year-old man fell ill and died without assistance by the roadside, people were watching the children fall into the water and died without help, and the newborn baby died because of eating poisoned milk powder, my heart ached. Not only that, but the environment where I lived was almost full of fakes, lies and dummies ... Tracing back to the source, I thought it was not because of weak human feelings and cold society. A "cat's eye" is indifferent to the world and sees through the changes of the world.

I want to say that people should still trust people. As parents of children, as elders of children, they have the right and obligation to teach children to give up their seats for the elderly and help grandparents to cross the road. Although it is easy, it is very warm, isn't it? There is a kind of love that keeps children in a box called "love", and there is a kind of love that tells children that there is a world full of love behind the cat's eye. I don't want to say which one is better, but I think the bridge built with heart is more cost-effective!

The author's collected works in late summer, cool

The age and rivers and lakes

How many days, in the land that has been washed away by thousands of years of wind and rain, people almost remember their deceased ancestors with eternal feelings. As soon as the square table was placed, there were two red candles on it, three stacks of yellow paper behind the candles, and six fairy spirit cards were inserted on the paper stacks. There were two bowls of rice beside the cards, and a small tripod in the middle offered incense. The monk at the table, wearing a paper-pasted gold crown and a purple robe, brushed the dust with his left hand and gestured in the air with his right hand from time to time. The scripture in the mouth has sounds and tones, while the whole body regularly swings to the southeast and northwest in rhyming words ... < P > The mirror in Gaotang bows down to the fine hair, while the old man in the portrait has white temples. Our Luo family has no dignitaries for generations, and even I am the person with the highest diploma in the family. This shows that there is no real money or a cabinet full of books handed down from generation to generation. But what the elders left behind was a kindness that was always praised by the neighbors and melted into the blood.

Now, I have no regrets about my great-uncle's departure. Although I didn't have much communication with my great-uncle, at least his old man's teachings and rice are still in my memory, just like a few treasures. On weekdays, I get along with the elderly. As a junior, the only thing I can do is to let him hold my hand and listen to the stories he told, which were deeply branded by that era. The only deficiency is that there is too little time to accompany. At the funeral, giving cigarettes and water to the guests, collecting human feelings and vigiling up the mountain should all be a kind of compensation.

Affection comes from blood, and blood, though only a red liquid on the surface, actually contains too many stories. Most of the memories of the older generation are only told among their peers and are unwilling to share with future generations. When the two brothers, who have been away for a long time, meet hand in hand and have a simple greeting, I have already found tears in grandpa's eyes.

They must have endless topics to talk about, but the words of both sides stay in the formality. After all, sometimes, some things stop at ceremony when they are moved by emotion. After careful observation, I found that a blood feeling had already passed on those clenched hands, and the previous stories were also engraved on the rough palms, each with a silent expression. This scene was last year's scene. Now, when my great-uncle left, I don't need to think much, but I can also describe my grandfather's expression when he heard the bad news.

Later, I heard from my aunt that after Grandpa learned that his own brother had unexpectedly ended his life, the old man with mobility difficulties sat alone in the corner of the room and kept wiping his tears for hours. Before my aunt left for the funeral, grandpa handed out her usual thrifty salary, and specially instructed her to throw more money in the carton for the monk when he was doing something.

That's right. Who would have expected that the greeting we met six months ago turned out to be the last parting words? Time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted, after death, his great-uncle finally left, and he finally returned to the land familiar to that generation. Although this is just the death of an ordinary old man, I saw the end of that era from the expressions of his old colleagues at the funeral.

Those who left will sleep in the ground forever, while those who are still alive can only wander alone in this unfamiliar era and in a familiar and unfamiliar land, with stories of that era and forget the people of that era!

The author's ... Nice's anthology

Remembering the Chinese New Year's pork-killing dish in Northeast China

The firecrackers outside the window have gradually become one after another, and the crowds in large and small shops are crowded. As the year approaches, the flavor of the year is getting stronger and stronger. When it comes to Chinese New Year, I can't help feeling nostalgic, because only when I was a child.