Study, learn first, then ask. China's language, usually the relationship between words and language is very harmonious. I can fully understand the language myself, and the written words can also be understood by onlookers.

Words that can completely get you into the artistic conception may not necessarily make the reader immersive, and you must pay the reader more than ten times the price. On the road of literature, there are always dictators who always think they are right, and there are always imitators. Three sentences are inseparable from my mood, and my mood is really written. What is the moral?

A good story, a detail may reflect the protagonist's character, and many things don't need to be forcibly described. After all, readers have thinking cells, and what they chew is not necessarily what readers want to see.

Don't complain about how long you have studied, but you have got nothing. Maybe you underestimate literature. Literature is a medicine that can pierce your blood. Once you find yourself in love with it, you will forget the troubles around you because of its inspiration. When a carefully written text is published, you will find that the airflow you breathe is a little light. After being appreciated, you will feel that your life is sunny and full.

On the road of birth, everyone is trying to make progress, whether it is big progress or small progress.

However, life is not what you think, and some authors are badly evaluated. Because of the sight, they don't necessarily think it's wrong. Once again, I would like to appeal to all authors, whether you are a great god or a novice. As a literature lover, relying solely on the encouragement of readers is not the only goal of progress. Try to understand that you are not a type of writer. Whether from the reader's point of view or from the professional point of view, the progress of literature is your greatest comfort.

After the prosperity, what did time take away and what did it leave behind? Looking back, the little friends around me are still there, and the sunset is gradually ending. Whether we have reached the end or not, or our friends around us have reached the age of no doubt, our desire for literature has never diminished. We bowed our heads and sighed, complaining endlessly, and we were happy when we were young, and we were white-haired!

No matter what time takes away from us, what matters is what we get. Are you tired of code words every day?

I'm late.

I'm not afraid of truancy, leaving early or calling in sick, but I'm afraid of being late.

What is being late? After a little time, I crept into the position in full view. Curious eyes hit me like a stage spotlight. What's more, it is impossible to slip back to your position smoothly, and there will inevitably be a few reprimands and a small punishment that will make you feel ashamed.

After I was late, I slipped in through the back door of the classroom with my schoolbag in my hand. In fact, I know that when I enter everyone's visual range, I become a high-profile person. Some people cast curious eyes, some people are indifferent, and some naughty children gloat.

"A horizontal fold, two vertical, three left, four si, this is the stroke order of' feet'. You write it again. " The teacher is on the platform, pointing to me at the back of the classroom. This is what students want because it gives them a reason to look at me as a latecomer. Embarrassed, I raised my right hand and drew a stroke of "ruler" in the air.

"You wrote like this again! Didn't you read the exercise book I changed for you? " The teacher asked impatiently, his voice raised, his eyes widened, and his ponytail shook with the shaking of his head. Without waiting for my answer, I think she didn't intend to listen to my answer, so she asked another classmate to write out the strokes of the word "ruler" for me to see. I can feel the blood of my limbs rushing to my brain irrepressibly. My head was hot, my face turned red, and I stood awkwardly, feeling extremely ashamed.

I thought, should I thank her? I have seldom blushed since this incident.

I can imagine my ending. The teacher asked me to stand in the corner with a book in my hand and told the class that I was late today.

It seems that all the problems lie in the inexplicable word "ruler". In fact, when I was seven years old, I knew that my teacher was dissatisfied with my lateness, and the "ruler" was only the inducement. You know, teachers rarely punish children who write typos to stand in the corner.

Many years later, I read this sentence in a psychology magazine: "When you feel humiliated and ashamed, your childhood is over."

I don't think the teacher knows why I was late, and I don't know why I didn't read the exercise book she corrected for me. She didn't know that my left arm was dislocated and tied tightly that morning. Because it is winter, she can't see it. At that time, I was confused and didn't explain. She doesn't know that I will attend any class on time in the six years after this incident. The most serious thing is that if conditions permit, I will arrive at the place two hours in advance. She may never know that I arrived in front of the classroom early when the calligraphy teacher and the guzheng teacher were still taking a nap. When the teacher has the first class, I stay in front of the door and my class is in the second class.

The fear and humiliation of being late are branded in my heart, and everything is just to prevent the possibility of being late.

Everyone may be late like me, but they also need a chance to explain and be forgiven. If you are the person who has the most right to deal with the latecomers, please remember that you can make him realize his mistake, but please don't make him feel disgusting and humiliated. Because no one knows or understands the reason why they are late, and it is not clear what effect it will have on them.

Looking back now, the teacher was so scared that I felt that I was not diligent enough and overslept at the moment I saw me. She didn't listen to me, and I didn't have a chance to explain. Maybe someone laughed at me and even stuck to such an old sesame rotten millet, but I always remember it and I can't forget it if I want to.

My only happiness is that the "late me" was left in my first Chinese class on Wednesday when I was seven years old.

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Blue enchantress 3

It seems to be the fourth day of Valentine's Day. On Monday morning, I opened the door of my office, and a delicate fragrance came to my face. On the desk, a delicate flower basket is filled with light blue flowers. I wonder: who sent it? Ask the director of the office, he doesn't know.

I am not born romantic, and I know nothing about flowers and plants. These flowers in front of me are quiet and elegant, but they are in line with my aesthetic taste. I asked someone who knew flowers and was told it was a blue witch. And laughed and teased: such a beautiful flower must be sent by a lover, right? I replied that I was worried that I couldn't find this person.

Who sent it? How to also don't tell. The more I want to know.

Anyway, in my extremely depressed days, receiving such a beautiful flower basket made my heart a little cooler, warmer and moved. For a long time, I always thought pessimistically: the mountain is difficult to cross, who feels sorry for the lost people? Now it seems that not everyone is so snobbish!

I carefully put the flower basket on the windowsill. Every morning when I walk into the office, I stop in front of the flowers, smell the flowers and think about my heart. Unfortunately, the good times didn't last long, and the bouquet soon withered because it couldn't be watered. I'm a little lost. I firmly remember the flower name of the blue demon Ji in my heart.

Who sent it? I searched for this man in my mind over and over again.

At a loss.

Friends get together. Staggered, rambling, foggy. When the wine was hot, I told you that someone sent flowers, and everyone said that it seems that someone is eyeing you, so be careful not to lose your virginity. Don't worry. I said I could sit still.

After a long time, I forgot about it.

Suddenly one day, I received an anonymous short message: The blue enchantress does not completely represent love, but also has reverence for integrity and elegant persistence. If you take her to ridicule life, it is blaspheming the beauty and blessings in the world!

I feel deeply sorry and guilty. It seems that my slip of the tongue hurt the beauty of the flower sender. To make matters worse, I can't apologize in person because I don't know who it is. I tried to call back, but that number was turned off. Obviously don't want me to know. For a long time, I felt uneasy and always felt that I had done a terrible mistake.

But from the bottom of my heart, I am deeply grateful to the sender! Although the bouquet of flowers has withered, it always seems that there is a coolness in my heart when I think about it.

Photography "shame" two or three things 4

When I first set foot in photography, even after so many years, I made many childish mistakes and things that I regret. There are so many problems that should not have happened in the first place, and now I often feel ashamed when I think about it. I'll do it now. Please don't laugh.

Speaking of photography, I have to talk about my beginner's time. At that time, I bought a Phoenix camera with the allowance and the manuscript fee I got in the past year. At that time, I was afraid to ask the leaders around me how to use this camera, how to roll it up, how to take pictures, and how to debug the lens. At that time, I took photos according to the camera instructions, and I had no skills at all.

One day, Gao Bin, the company commander of the regiment, provided an article about the environmental protection of the troops. The content is that on the pine tree one meter high in front of the head of the delegation, there lived a nest of birds, and they settled in that nest. Every day, soldiers line up to sing, train and shout slogans to no avail, and sometimes birds chirp with their mouths. These birds lived in the tree in front of the colonel for four years. I took almost a roll of photos with the theme of environmental protection. As a result, I went to the Tianda Photo Studio in Zhuolu County to print them. The staff told me that the film was empty. I don't have any good film at all, and the camera doesn't hang film. A timely news died in this way. It's a bit embarrassing to say, so I made up my mind to ask my elders who have photography experience, and then I asked Li Pengfei, Minister of Propaganda Department of the Political Department, and Luan Dehui, Director of the Political Department. They preached carefully so that I didn't make the mistake of hanging up the camera again.

Another time, I attended a military wedding, which was the first military wedding I attended in the military camp. The wedding banquet was held in a hotel in Xuanhua, Hebei. The groom is Gong Haibin, assistant to the Equipment Department. He is a native of Inner Mongolia and a fellow villager of Inner Mongolia. He is the closest person in the army. Many officers and men of the army came to congratulate me at the wedding. I'm gong's assistant. Let me take pictures. At that time, Director Wu Yaohua was my leader and also the propaganda director in charge of publicity. He is also from Inner Mongolia and has a good relationship with Gong's assistant. On that day, many villagers from Inner Mongolia came to help, such as Yang, the squad leader of the 3rd Battalion, and Song, the staff officer of the headquarters, who wrote the accounts of the gifts. Of course, they also gave us red envelopes in advance. Everyone is busy. I'm in charge of taking pictures. Gong's assistant gave it to me.

When the film was developed the next day, the staff of the studio told me that one of the film photos overlapped. I was deceived after listening to it. I looked at the developed film and didn't know what to say. I asked the staff if they could spend more money to solve this problem. Even if I spend all my pocket money every month, I admit it, but there is no way to make up for it. Hearing this, I really don't know how to have a job with Assistant Gong. At that time, I had many ideas and wanted to escape. I thought if I didn't take pictures, this problem wouldn't arise. I want to know whether the staff made mistakes and so on. But it was too late, and everything happened. There is no way to save this situation. I had to bite the bullet and give it to Assistant Gong. Assistant Gong not only didn't blame me, but also comforted me. His generosity made me feel worse and added more pressure to my heart. I left tears on my way back to the reporting group and felt guilty for many days or even months. I always avoid Gong's assistant, and I dare not face him or my own mistakes.

It is not a big deal in the photography career that the camera can't hang the film, and sometimes it can make up for it. You can change photo photography into text news, but as long as you don't faint, you can only get married once for each new person, and this scene can't be saved anyway. In my heart and real life, I have always had a sinful name. This crime will never be erased, and it will always belong to the debt I owe. This kind of foreign debt can't be repaid in my life. Even if the years are dusty, I can't erase the mistakes I made. I can only wish Gong Haibin and Gong's assistant family happiness forever.

Text/Wang

I'm waiting for five minutes.

I am waiting, waiting for a misty rain to wet my sleeve.

I am waiting, waiting for a gentle feeling to soak my eyebrows.

Jiangnan amorous feelings gently moved my sleeve robe, and the still water in Jiangnan gradually flooded my skirt.

I have been thinking that one day, I can meet a warm scenery on the edge of Jiangnan water town.

I want to be a gentle and jade-like man with a virtuous and beautiful wife, and agree to die together in Jiangnan water town.

A man wearing a blue gown was walking along the bluestone path in the south of the Yangtze River. He turned around inadvertently and saw peach blossoms falling and falling on the yellow dress of a beautiful girl under a peach tree. The man around the girl gently brushed the peach blossom from her hair, and the girl gently raised her head with a peach blossom-like shyness on her face. Even if she just looked at it from a distance, it seemed that there was a faint fragrance of rouge lingering around her nose.

Walking all the way, I turned into a deserted alley. The moss on the wall is decorated with petals falling from someone else's small yard, but the color is quite good. I left the alley and turned right at will. I chose a teahouse and sat down in it. Occasionally there is a cool breeze blowing, and you can smell the shallow wine next door. Listening to the noise in the tea shop, the tea lamp in my hand seems to be a little hot, and the tea smell on my face has been smoked out. Learn from others' arty appearance, gently touch it with a tea cover, and then peck it shallowly, and a bitter taste gradually spreads in your mouth, which is spicy and feels very close.

Coming out of the tea shop, the wind was a little cold, so I couldn't help tightening my clothes. The original idea was immediately put aside. I quickly walked into the restaurant next door, ordered some light dishes and ordered a pot of wine. I am comfortable sitting in the corner alone.

The taste of wine in the mouth is not like tea, but like fireworks, which bloom on the tip of the tongue. If it's really hard liquor, you'll feel warmer after a drink. After drinking three or four cups, I was a little drunk. I waved to Xiao er and settled the bill.

Stumbling back, the wind is still cold, but it is only half a minute, stumbling back, but this kind of strength comes and goes quickly. After all, it is not shallow for alcohol. Standing on the stone bridge in the south of the Yangtze River, the cool breeze suddenly woke up a little and took a deep breath of air. Well, it suddenly cooled to the bottom of my heart and the wine woke up for seven or eight minutes.

Looking up at the clear water under the bridge, reflecting the clear blue sky, the graceful colors of weeping willows on the shore suddenly moistened my heart.

A bamboo raft floated in the distance, and the bamboo paddle gently fiddled with the clear water surface, making ripples in circles, dizzy the sky and willow.

Cross the stone bridge, turn right again, and see the weeping willows on the right, swaying gracefully in the cool breeze.

Stopped in front of a rouge shop, asked the proprietress for a box of good rouge, paid the bill, carefully put it in the sleeve, and then slowly left the shop.

Out of the shop, turn left, and then go back. I passed by the willow tree again. I remember a person in my heart, walking forward quickly, but stopping to see the scenery.

From a distance, the smoke from kitchen chimneys rose and soon passed through a green bamboo forest. Finally, she went back to her yard, gently pushed open the door, squeaked, and started a few birds. Seeing her busy figure in the yard, she turned around and smiled gently.

Quietly flowing fingertip fragrance 6

Memories are sometimes beautiful things. A person breaks away from the noise, strings up the past bit by bit with a moment of silence, and then looks through the scenes. Although it hurts a little, it is also full of fragrance.

I haven't thought of you for a long time, but when I think of you again, I suddenly feel so far away. It's just that in the silence of this moment, I think of you so easily, or I remember that you are so thin and your face is a little blurred, but the voice remains in my memory and will never fade. I still feel like yesterday when I think about it.

Where are you? Saying that you don't want to know is a word to comfort yourself. In fact, I really want to know, how have you been these years? Which corner are you in? It is often said that I am a very simple person, simple enough to remember a person and will always remember it. At any time, in my inner corner, there is always a place reserved for you, which contains everything about you. This is my secret. I have never told anyone, not even my closest min. Min once asked me why I didn't fall in love at that time and why I turned a blind eye to those who fell in love with me, so that they could remember me for so many years. I told Min that just because I met you, I was rooted in your heart from now on, although separated by a mountain and a water. Min said it's no wonder, well, this is the first time I've told my best friend about you for so many years. I still feel warm when I tell you, as if it was the first time we met. I don't remember what kind of weather it was, let alone whether there was a breeze. I only remember that I met you that day. You come from a distant city. Your voice is gentle and your smile is shy. You are destined to be the gentlest pain in my life. Once, for this most beautiful first sight, you and I agreed to spend a lifetime looking back gently and holding hands in the sunset to walk through the most beautiful years of our lives.

In the silent night, I will occasionally look up at the sky with you. In the slight temperature, I will slowly think of the encounter in the fleeting time. This encounter and yearning are destined to fall in my heart for a lifetime, and it will be chaotic if I can't shake it.

Walking out of your sight gently is my own way. I didn't tell you, and I didn't care about your feelings, thinking that I would never think about it again. I thought it was for your own good, and I thought it would make me feel better, but what I didn't expect was that it had become an untouchable injury in my heart for so many years. I don't know how you got through those days without me.

I often think that after so many years of silence between us, will you think of the past as often as I do? Although I know that many years have passed and everything is fleeting, it is increasingly difficult for me to forget the warmth that fell in my heart and the joy when I first met you.

I remember a saying that there is a memory for you. Maybe that's it. In all my memories, you are the clearest. Some people, with the passage of time, gradually alienated, thinking of you will have a vague feeling, but you are rooted in my heart, through the gap of time, making me more nostalgic. Those who didn't miss it were a little disappointed. I miss you more because of you. I didn't deliberately look for a message from you. When I met you, I just tapped the faint fragrance with my fingers. Do you know me?

Handwriting feeling 7

Write down such a topic through Xue Xiaochan's words. Memories spread bit by bit, and once upon a time, I felt the same way. When I was a child, acacia was a jumping word on paper. I always think that when I leave home when I grow up, I will also write a long letter every month to send acacia away. In the long wait, I will feel the artistic conception of "who sent the brocade book" and that kind of emotion will bloom in my heart. By puberty, communication tools will become more and more developed. Just dial a number and all the lovesickness can be turned into that long line. That can only be regarded as an extravagant hope for us who are studying.

Thirdly, you should say with confidence like Xue Xiaochan: I just like nostalgia. If you are so bold, it sounds so warm. I remember the gloomy time in the first year of high school, and I can't find that kind of inferiority again. When I think of it, the warm moments given to me by others are like Zhu Shazhi engraved in my heart.

At that time, a deskmate kept reminding me to study hard. At that time, I always thought she was very good and regretted it. When I am loneliest, I always have those good friends with me. When I feel inferior enough to give up, the head teacher in junior high school will come to me personally. At that moment, my heart was deeply moved. ...

Warm moments, not only these, but also the feeling of handwriting, stay at the temperature of the pen tip. There are so many friends, they are not far away, but their friendship has not faded in different learning environments. Holding a pen named Emotion, a brocade book was sent from the cloud, showing concern, memory, sharing, laughter and tears.

Perhaps it is the impulse of youth, but also the most sincere feelings. No matter where you are now, the feelings at that time are irreplaceable. Those letters have a beautiful name, called warm years. In the memories I didn't have time to sort out, I was pressed to the bottom of the box. Even if I haven't seen the warm sunshine for a long time, even if I don't mention it occasionally, that feeling will always be engraved in my heart.

If we open the letter again, we may forget the scene and the original notes, but we will still laugh happily. We used to be so good.

The temperature between these letters is an irreplaceable handwritten feeling. Thank you very much for inspiring me at the lowest point of my life, unlike SMS and QQ, I will never see it again after deleting it. Only the temperature of the pen tip can last, Mika.

Such nostalgic words are what Xue Xiaochan's handwritten feelings give me. Although I don't know what kind of woman she is, maybe gentle, maybe nostalgic, maybe warm. Thanks to her words, my memory spread like waves and picked it up gently. We used to be so warm. Who says people get old when they start to feel nostalgic? I insist that people can only be grateful when they are nostalgic.