A woman who likes writing

A woman who likes writing is destined to be a lonely pedestrian. Walking in the narrow bridge, streaming through the curved river, holding a tender weeping willow in the moonlight like silver night, let your feet walk on by in…

A paved kang is home

In the north, every family in the mountains has to have a kang to stop the wind from Siberia from deceiving the snow. No fire resistance is not a family, no matter how shabby and humble the house is, as…

A constant concern

January 1, 2012. Midnight. Under the call of much-anticipated expectations, a new year has finally arrived. In a twinkling, 2011 was a year that was once, a year that was about to be forgotten. Time, like sand leakage, passes through…

Grandmother’s sacrifice

The old locust tree in front of the door is spitting out buds. It seems that it is warm….. Baozhenniao called long summer and said everything. The weather looks warm this year. Baozhenniao on the old locust tree in front…

Forever memories

On March 19, 2009, in the lunar calendar February 23, it was a day of tore heart and cracked lung and broken liver and intestine.. At 6: 30 in the morning, my dear father left us forever with the infinite…

Father love mountains

The appearance is apt to age.     When I thought I was red, I arrogantly pursued freedom from the maple tree. I happened to catch a glimpse of it in the crevice where the sunshine spilled on my body while I…