Vague prose

A faint milky fragrance

Every morning at 9: 00 and 10 in Little Square, south of my community, there is always a crowd. Dressed in sky-blue uniforms, they pushed bicycles, electric motorcycles and three-wheeled motorcycles to get milk, and then rushed to thousands of households with boxes of milk bags smelling of milk. Han Xiao, a milkman who has been delivering milk to my family for many years, is one of them.

Han provided a smile and enthusiasm, so that we gradually understand and become familiar with her.

Han was in a bad mood when he was fired. You see, at the age of more than 40 years old, he did a good job as a lathe worker in the factory, and he said he would go home when he came home. Who doesn't feel bad? But there is nothing we can do. The factory's efficiency is not good, and wages can't be paid. Leaders can't watch the factory go yellow. Some people can continue to maintain the production and operation of the factory after being laid off.

After being fired, Han Xiao didn't go out for several months, because he was afraid of being asked and laughed at by his neighbors, so he didn't have a job so young. Her husband, relatives and friends found her several jobs: some helped her rent a bed in emerging markets and sell some clothes, shoes and hats; Some want to stand with her and sell pots and pans and small furniture; She was offered a job as a coolie on a construction site, but she refused.

But there are in-laws and sons at home, so you can't be idle! Besides, my son hasn't graduated from technical secondary school yet. What can he do at home? One door closes and the other opens. Reasoning, Han provided wondering what to do.

As it happens, Anshan Iron and Steel Milk Station recruits a group of milkmen, and laid-off workers are preferred. She signed up with the help of her relatives.

At first, she rode a bike with milk boxes tied to the shelves. Every day, with the green milk waves and waves rolling on the milk box, she began to deliver milk in my new community, facing the bright sunshine.

One day in early March of that year, a rare snowstorm happened in Northeast China. In some places, the snow is as thick as one meter, roads are blocked, traffic is interrupted, and people have to walk to work. Xiao Han also pushed his bicycle hard and insisted on delivering milk to dairy farmers. On a sloping road in the community, because the road was too slippery, she even fell on the side of the road with her car and the milk cartons were broken. The milk bags were scattered on the roadside, and the milk in the broken milk bags was scattered all over the floor. Regardless of the pain, she picked up the milk box, picked up the unbroken milk bags one by one and put them in the milk box. She insisted on sending more than 200 bags of milk to the dairy farmers, and she was exhausted. But looking at the satisfied smiles of dairy farmers, her heart was full of happiness and relief.

In the second year as a milkman, Han Xiao and her husband discussed buying an electric motorcycle with the money earned from milk delivery to improve the speed and quantity of milk delivery. Sure enough, the amount of milk delivered suddenly increased from more than 200 bags to more than 400 bags, and the income increased, and relatives and friends were happy for her.

However, the road to milk delivery is not smooth. There are many wonders in the world. Individuals who drink milk owe money for a long time and don't even give money; It is also common for thieves to steal several bags of milk when you are not paying attention to delivering milk at the milkman's house. Some people discriminate against the milkman, adding irony and harsh words ... Han Xiao always smiles and never complains when he suffers losses. A belief supports her: being a milkman is very satisfied, giving someone roses to leave a lingering fragrance, and I am happy when others are happy.

One summer, there was a thunderstorm. The strong wind rolled up the heavy rain and poured down. Han provided milk in the heavy rain and finally parked the electric motorcycle in a parking space in the community. When she came back with milk in the rain, she saw a young man kick down her motorcycle in the heavy rain. In an instant, the milk bag was scattered all over the floor and soaked in mud. There is a big dark red jeep parked next to the young man. Seeing this scene, Han provided a big grievance. The thin white face under the rain hat was covered with tears and rain. She was slightly angry, looked at the young man and said, why did you kick it down? Move it away ... I saw her struggling to help the motorcycle out of the parking space, tidy up the milk boxes, pick up the milk bags one by one and wipe them with her hands. At this time, the wind stopped and the rain gradually subsided. My wife and I saw this scene upstairs and quickly went downstairs to help Han Xiao pick up the milk bag. Several aunts and grandmothers passing by also came to help Han provided with milk bags. The young man was angry at first, then at a loss, finally hesitated for a while and helped pick up the milk bag. After packing all the milk bags, the young man got on the jeep, drove into the parking space, got off the bus and left silently. At this time, after a storm, the sun came out. Han provided with a bright sunshine and a happy smile on his face.

Now, a three-wheeled and one-barrel Jialing brand motorcycle in Bill Han provides milk, and two milk boxes contain more than 600 bags of milk, making more and more income and getting in a better mood. Life brought her into a new world.

Non-smoke depth

( 1)

Looking back, the clear autumn has arrived, the building leans against the column, looking at the mountains and rivers, like smoke in the depths, more or less silent. I forgot to go home from the smoke in the kitchen. Have a graceful demeanour in the twilight, curled up, is it cold? The shade can't wrap the last red cloud, can't wake the drunken passers-by, let the cicada sing later than the heartbeat, and quietly collect the flying summer dress. Knowing that summer is still there, I still miss autumn.

(2)

Cut out a wisp of autumn wind and put it on your hair to cover your lost face. Drop three drops of water on your heart and remember the lost years. A Ye Qiu, a cluster of falling, a wisp of purple fog, a touch of purples, intimacy, the back, the eyebrows, and a lower building can never catch up. When the sun sets, it is difficult for old friends to get together and ask for heaven. So what is left is the rattan grass entangled in the painting building in the south corner?

(3)

In fact, today, the attachment around the lake is still like practice, and Qingfeng is still like a cluster. In the sunset, at the end of the bridge, your warmth is still there, and your smile is still there. Caizhou Cangshui Heron, you still keep singing. The grass is still green, the light water is still rippling, the hand is still holding the phoenix, and it is still a dream. I can't tell why autumn has come and cold smoke has risen. Maybe I will miss the past, but will I still dream softly like yesterday?

(4)

Drunk don't pavilion as before, willow smoke as before, grass wrapped in silk as before, the breeze through the window as before, Leng Yue as before, blushing as before, hidden tiles as before. Like yesterday, embroidered pavilion is like yesterday, candle shadow is like yesterday, dawn is like yesterday, gossamer is like yesterday, misunderstanding is like yesterday, frown is like yesterday, non-zero smoke is like yesterday.

(5)

Summer is over. When you wake up, think about it. Spring dreams and autumn clouds are easy to gather and disperse. The moon has been hurt. What's the harm if it hurts again? Qiu Lai leaves in autumn, and tears flow in the wind and rain. Pick up the thin shirt left behind, tightly wrap the thin shoulders, and let the wandering thoughts and wet thoughts hide in autumn. Half-moon window, bitter cold and rain alone, walking bit by bit, dementia is enough

When the leaves fall in half.

When the leaves fall in half.

That's her memory.

Chase and play with the wind

This is the best memory of her life.

When the leaves fall in half.

Looking back, my eyes are blue.

Wave goodbye to the sky

Friends,

Maybe we'll meet again one day.

When the leaves fall in half.

Miss the tree in front of me.

A string of tears that she couldn't control.

My tree

See you again.

My tree.

If I never see you again,

Please remember that my leaves are falling.

Just keep it simple.

Some things are destined to make people sad, and some things are destined to make people happy and short-lived, so sometimes we don't have to pretend to be ourselves. We should cry when we should cry and laugh when we should laugh, because we are human beings, not gods, because this is not just pretending to be strong, but more importantly, we are psychologically mature, so I will have many shortcomings, but I also have my own expectations. Besides, I think as long as a person's heart is not bad, of course, these are not important. It is important that one must have a conscience. I'm too lazy to say some things and others, so I choose to keep more time for myself. If a person's life is destined to be lonely, then I prefer to leave more time for thinking, because I can't stop thinking when I am alive, even if I am thinking. Maybe everyone has his own destiny, and what exists is reasonable, so what I can do is to be myself. When I grow up, I will look down on a lot. I won't be happy about things and I won't feel sorry for myself, so I will be more and more calm. Once I cross this line, I will either collapse or be numb to old age.

Poetic winter

In my mind, winter is like a polar region, frozen for thousands of miles, snowing in Wan Li, raging cold wind and silence. However, in Xi 'an, she showed a different kind of gentleness.

She came before the leaves could dance, the maple leaves would cover the valley, and even the grass would fade away from the green of life.

Her footsteps are so light and quiet, as if her mother had come to visit her sleeping child. When it rains, when you look up, the whole space is a vast expanse of white snow, and they are flying in the air with the wind.

However, when you bow your head, Cher has already disappeared without a trace. If the top of the Qinling Mountains is not white, why do you think it is winter?

Winter in Xi is by no means dead. On the contrary, it is full of vigor and vitality.

There is the fragrance of pomegranate, the fragrance of green grass, the beautiful image of flowers and the joy of birds. ...

What she brings us is a different kind of vitality and vigor. She is not as prosperous as spring, as full as summer, and as rich as autumn, but she fully shows the unyielding life and unyielding backbone behind the declining surface.

Just like that morning, the green grass covered with frost is as strong and unyielding. Isn't this the character of our Chinese sons and daughters? Even if you are in trouble, you must continue to struggle!

Suddenly I understand why there are such a group of simple and kind people living in the fertile soil of Sanqin. Maybe this winter in Xi 'an is the best answer.

Fly, dandelion

Dandelions are everywhere and quietly open. Small white umbrella, dancing gently. Remember, you said that dandelion is your smile, and you will use it to comfort me, the little sadness in my heart.

So, that little dandelion, quietly, quietly, floated into my heart, into my heart full of tears and rain, and gradually took root and sprouted.

Suddenly, the wind blew. You dance with the wind, but small raindrops wet your umbrella; Knock down, your smile. I know, never, never a smiling dandelion will fly.

Dandelion, fly! On the road ahead, there must be no rain on your smile; No frost will freeze your dreams. Only with the wind of your dreams.

Dandelion, fly! There will be a land full of smiles and sunshine ahead, waiting for you quietly, waiting for you to fly away.

Dandelion, fly! Thank you for staying in my heart. I will learn to be strong by myself. Wait for me, one day, to become the soil of sunshine. If you want. You can stay here.

Fly, dandelion. Carrying dreams and dancing lightly!

Follow the dream of starlight ...

Shenzhen, night … restless night … the feeling of living in the city. Noisy streets, bright moonlight, bright starry sky … Why do we all go our separate ways under the same starry sky?

I am always stubborn, holding my head high, thinking that I will never be sad to leave. I looked at my friend and knew it would be hard to find such a feeling again. The feeling that happened when my classmates were teenagers will always be stabbed out of society. ...

Leaving one city and arriving in another is like waking up from a dream. It feels exactly the same as it did at first, except for the difference between this city and that city ... everyone has a dream, and how many people can realize it when they grow up. At least I didn't realize it ...

Under the starry sky, the sadness of office workers is not that they can't find the way to work, but that they can't stop to appreciate the beauty around them, the innocent smile of children, the joy of the elderly enjoying family happiness, and the expectation that pregnant mothers will meet a new life ... only go to work, work overtime and get off work. ...

In a new bad environment, the dream began to wake up, because I didn't live like before. Everything must be adapted from the beginning. I renew myself for my new life ... I try to force myself to be mature, try to force myself not to be so naive ... I try to take the road that others have not taken ... Finally, I find that everyone has actually taken every road, but you are black and blue. ...

I like playing with my children very much. I will try to be a good father and educate my children in the future ... for the meaning of life, for the meaning of children ... Isn't that what life is like? The world is full of stars, and your parents, grandparents are looking forward to the birth of life. ...

Dream, has been pursuing, never stopped, tell yourself that the dream is still there, the stars are still there, and the faith is still there!