Arar in the starlight
Liu Zhiqing
When I stood in front of the window of the upper floor and looked into the distance. Aral, the flickering street lamps like a long dragon, like golden dragons undulating each other in the black, make the livable home interactive song and dance leveling.
When you have sleepless nights, look far away. The street lamps in the distance, the waists of the rows of street lamps, hang red lanterns one after another, as if they are in the Qiao family compound that opens the door to welcome guests. The light and shadow of the vein-like sword-like light and shadow reflected the contours of the undulating floors, making people resonate at the same frequency the magnificence of the night city of Alar through time and space.
In the sleepless nights of Alar, because of the company of light and shadow, the charm has no place to hide. This is the Aral in the night, a farewell to yesterday and a different Arar today, and a majestic Alar on the backbone of the desert hero.
Since the street lamps in the sky have landed in the new city of the military reclamation, and the beacon of eternal sleep has been lit in the western sky, you don't have to worry, the night will lose your footprints. With your eyes closed, you can find your way home. In the dead of night, you won't be distracted. For the light and shadow of the night are the sunshine of the day. Because the light and shadow of the night are the torch of winter. No matter which direction you will look from, under the high-rise buildings, different lines and light and shadow are blinking at you, raising people's eyes, making you feel warm and with you and me.
In the light and shadow, your figure has not been lying flat in the night, and your silhouette is like a seductive print, with smooth lines and prosperous charm, embedded in the sparkling night sky of the Tarim River during the curtain call.
Aral, a new city of military reclamation, light and shadow divide your clear golden channel, so that the investor's gaze will not lose its bearing, so that the hometown of the old people have a path to the stars.
Whenever night falls, the Arar in the light and shadow is like a twinkling star, decorating the costumes of every building in the city with colorful and colorful lights. You see, the neat and uniform street lamps are loyal to their duties, like the sentinels guarding their homes; with the rigor and attributes of the soldiers, the figures of the soldiers are used to practice the scenery like a dream, which is amazing.
At the source of the Tarim River, where the three rivers converge, Yushu is constantly assembling and advancing in the direction of the central city of the southern Xinjiang region of the XPCC. This must be the charm of Arar that is different today and tomorrow.
[Non-Fiction Serial]
Remembering the First Generation of Reclamation (3)
Dukdin
Finally, let's talk about it. I think that at that time, the composition of the Fifth Infantry Division and the First Agricultural Division was basically young people, and there were very few people over the age of 40. The farm is basically made up of young people. Otherwise, in the face of the harsh natural environment and poor traffic conditions when the farm was first built, I really don't know how many accidents will happen.
Awati is the Uyghur word for "prosperity". Inawati, i.e. the new Awati. The earliest development of Inawati was carried out by the separate battalion of the 5th Infantry Division. In August 1954, the completion of the Shengli First Canal and the increase in the arable land area of the Shajing Ziken Area were increased, and the First Agricultural Division decided to abandon Yingawati. At this time, Commander Tao Zhiyue of the XPCC came to Yingawati for inspection, and after the inspection, he said: I have traveled a lot in Xinjiang, and I have seen such a good piece of land for the second time. Backed by the Tien Shan Mountains, it is a natural pasture with water as far as the upper reaches. The soil layer is fertile, the groundwater level is low, and the salinity is light. You can graze your cattle and plant your land. Don't move, just expand and develop here, and build a farm and pasture! Later, after further investigation by the departments concerned, it was confirmed that there were 80,000 mu of developable land there. Accordingly, the Party Committee of the First Agricultural Division decided not to move the original farm, but to establish a farm in Yingawati.
On May 23, 1956, an independent battalion of the regiment that was originally engaged in agricultural and animal husbandry production in Yingawati was renamed Shengli Ranch and Ranch, and a new leadership group was established, with Cao Lirang as the field director and Zhao Guosheng as the political commissar.
In the 70s of the 20th century, after I joined the 13th Regiment of the 1st Agricultural Division, Zhao Guosheng served as the deputy commander and head of the 13th Regiment, and later became the deputy commander of the 1st Agricultural Division. In his essay "The Vicissitudes of Inawati", he recalls some fragments from his time at the Victory Farm: Inawati was a triangular area that was intercepted by four large rivers. There was not a single bridge, and there were no ferries dedicated to the passing of people. People on both sides of the strait are all on their own: some cross the river on donkeys or horses, some cross the river by horse-drawn carriages, and some use their own boats to ferry. This is acceptable when the river volume is not large, but when the amount of heavy rain or the melting of snow in the Tianshan Mountains increases, the river rises sharply, and everyone can only look at the river and sigh. No matter how big the water is or how small the water is, no bridge is always full of dangers.
Zhao Guosheng said: Between 1950 and 1965, eight of our troops drowned while crossing the river. On average, four or five people die in accidents while crossing the river every year. In 1956, Liu Bao, the communicator of the farm, was swept away by the torrent because he did not find the person to lead the way when crossing the river, and he was not familiar with the river. Fortunately, he was seen by Uncle Pakoda on the other side of the river, and the uncle jumped into the river desperately and swam three or four hundred meters in the rapids before saving Liu Bao. After a long period of rescue, a life was saved. Once, Zhao Guosheng and the field director rode to Wushi County to cross the river, and they walked a long way by the river and did not find the fellow who led the way. Just as they were about to go down the river themselves, they were seen by the villagers, who hurried over and took them away from the dangerous river.
Crossing rivers and rivers is a common problem for people when traveling. In a farm with less than 1,000 people (the total population of the 1st Agricultural Division did not exceed 40,000 from 1953 to 1957, and only more than 10,000 in the first three years), an average of one person died every two years as a result of crossing the river. Faced with this situation, Shengli Ranch was determined to build a bridge to completely change the problem that it was not easy for the farm and the villagers of Inawati to travel and cross the river. Shengli Ranch negotiated with Wushi County and communicated with Wensu County, and finally decided to build the bridge in the form of joint funding. Due to the strong technical force of the farm, the construction is responsible for the farm. After one year and five months, a 105-meter-long bridge was completed and opened to traffic.
When the bridge was opened to traffic, the mountain people from 50 or 60 kilometers away rushed over, and they sang and danced on the bridge. An old man in his seventies said, "I haven't been to the county seat since I'm so old, and now, I'm going to go into the city to have a look."
When the First Agricultural Division was first established, the difficulties encountered in travel were the most serious on the farms along the river in Tarim. This is directly related to the natural conditions where the farm is located.
Alarken area belongs to the alluvial plain landform type of Tarim River, and the two banks of the river are characterized by floodplains, river terraces and southern desert wind erosion zones. The plains are widely distributed with flood gullies, sand dunes, poplar forests and a large number of red willows, black thorns, bell thorns, sand date trees, Luobuma, etc. The soil is mainly alluvial parent material of the Tarim River, and a small amount is wind erosion parent material. The terraces along the river are mainly meadow soil, as well as salt soil, aeolian sand soil, etc. The soil is soft. No stone can be found within nearly 100 kilometers of the reclamation area. It is easier said than done to build a road that can carry six or seven tons of trucks.
In 1956, Lin Haiqing, who served as the commander of the First Agricultural Division and secretary of the Party Committee, recalled in the article "The Heroic Conquest of Tarim" that the first pass to enter Tarim was "difficult to travel", and it was only more than 100 kilometers from Aksu to Alar on the Tarim River, and we walked for 16 hours by car. Big cars drive more slowly. A round trip takes three or four days. Not only is it costly, but it also delays time, resulting in a tight supply, which has a great impact on the rapid development of Tarim.
The difficulty of travel was a problem facing every soldier at that time. In the division, there is a legend about such an incident: a car was ordered to go to the reclamation area to deliver supplies to the survey team, but accidentally got lost in the desert, and drove the car around in a circle in a place densely poplar trees, red willows, bell thorns, and rob hemp, and could not get around for several hours. In desperation, the driver had to stop the car. The driver got out of the car and walked forward for a while, as if he heard someone talking, so he followed the sound. He shouted loudly all the way, but no one responded. When he couldn't find anyone, he decided to go back to the car, but he couldn't find it. He continued to grope until the next day, when he was lucky enough to find a passing soldier and was led by someone else to find the car.
In the early stage of the development and construction of the farm, due to the lack of roads, people often got lost, and in order to prevent this from happening, the companies where each labor site is located have summed up a set of methods to prevent the loss of personnel and find lost comrades. In the summer of 1955, the 1st Agricultural Division organized a survey team to go to Harakul, southeast of Shajingzi, to conduct reconnaissance. Zhang Wenbin, a participant at the time, recalled: The investigation lasted for more than 40 days. During this period, the house was moved three times, and the dense poplar forest often caused the team to get lost. The method adopted by the survey team was to hang a red flag on the tallest tree near the station during the day and a lighted horse lantern at nightfall. Even so, personnel often see nothing from a distance of several tens of meters. The effect of firing a gun is also not great. The gunfire of the Type 79 rifle used at that time sounded like a small firecracker from a hundred meters away. If you don't pay attention, you can't even hear. Later, when some of the team members did not return at night, they would set a whole poplar tree on fire and use the skyrocketing fire to guide the way for those who did not return. Several members of the soil survey team once went out and got lost, and they did not return all night, so they had to spend the night in the poplar forest. After dawn, it was found that they were actually only two or three hundred meters away from the survey team.
At the beginning of 1958, Wang Jinshan served as the director and party secretary of the newly established eight fields. In his recollections, he said: Life in Alar at that time was very difficult, due to poor roads and difficult transportation, the car had to travel from Aksu to Alar for two or three days, and the supply of materials was not available for a while, and the workers ran out of food and vegetables. We used to eat wheat for several days in a row, and drink salt water as a vegetable. Wang Jinshan later became the director of the Second General Field and the deputy commander of the First Agricultural Division.
Wang Chengfan, who was originally in the 17th field, recalled that the second section of the construction site where we repaired the Nangan Canal was densely vegetated, with tall and large poplar trees and bushes underneath. Our campsite is located approximately 500 metres from the construction site. It's just such a small road, and there are often people who can't touch the camp after work. In order to solve this problem, we will tie red flags to guide the way on the trees along the way, and count the number of people after the work is finished. One day at noon, the cook delivered food to the construction site, and when he returned from the meal, he got lost and couldn't get back to the house. After tossing for several hours, someone else sent him back to the room.
The predecessor of the 13th Regiment of the 1st Agricultural Division was 16, the predecessor of 16 was 10, and the predecessor of 10 was the Engineering Detachment of the 1st Agricultural Division. The road from Aksu to Alar, and then to the 13th Regiment was built by the engineering detachment. It was an arduous and difficult task, and the predecessors had paid so much hard work and sweat for it! It is true that at that time it was only a simple road, which could not be compared with the current road, but to a certain extent, it solved the needs of the farm in the early days of construction.
The surface of the Tarim region is mostly covered with a thick layer of floating soil and fine sand, which is very unstable and has no stones. It is not possible to bring stones from more than 100 kilometers away to pave the road: first, the economic conditions do not allow it, there is no money, and there are no cars; second, the roads do not allow it. In the case of neither funds, nor materials, and no professional and technical personnel, you can only rely on your own solutions.
I still remember the method used by the road builders of the 13th Regiment to Alar when passing through a flood ditch: poplar trees with a diameter of more than 10-20 centimeters were cut down and laid horizontally under the roadbed, and the gaps were filled with floating soil. It is said that they poured water with a high salinity content that can be found locally, and after being run over by passing vehicles, they increased the load-bearing capacity of the roadbed. In other places where the floating soil was very thick, they also used the same method, and I have observed that in these places at that time, most of them were covered with branches and red willows to increase the bearing capacity and the grip of the wheels on the ground. Saline water and soil with a high salt content are one of their solutions to the lack of hardness of the pavement. It is said that this is in line with the principle of nanochemical consolidation. In places with high salinity content and close to roads, they dug alkaline wells and scooped alkaline water to pave the roads. In Tarim, there are many such resources, and it is not difficult for people with a little experience of living in the local area to find them.
(——To be continued——)
Can you stay tonight
Wei Wei
I called Cockroach and we were very good friends. Anyway, maybe I almost made a very good friend. A year ago, we were working at the same art auction company, and his desk was across from me.
He was a short, sturdy young man with bright eyes. The face is slightly dark, but very contoured. He belongs to the kind of healthy and hearty person, manly, righteous, and upright. There are a lot of strange ideas, but that's all there is to it, I always feel that he is the kind of person who can clearly divide life and ideals, and he may have many troubles in this life.
All in all, he might please some women, but I guess it can't be me. Why, I can't tell. I'm twenty-five years old, the heart of a child, the body of a mature woman, who said, twenty-five is the most disgusting age for a woman, neither a girl, but also difficult to compete with a coquettish young woman.
For men, really, I can't tell. I don't know what kind of man I'll like, I've liked a lot of men, and maybe I'll like others in the future, who knows? Sometimes, I look up from my desk and I'm at a loss, I've had a lot of troubles, I've had pains, I've had joys, I've had a little bit of love, but it's all gone, it's gone. Now, I'm fine, sitting in my office, nibbling my fingers, dressed in fancy clothes, and my eyes are full of blue sky.
The cockroach said, "What are you looking at?" Are you looking at me? I said, "No." I'm looking at something else.
The cockroach said, why bother, you like me, just tell me, and I'll do the rest of the work.
I laughed out loud, and so did the cockroach, his mouth grinning slightly, revealing his white, neat teeth. The cockroach's good-looking looks are all in his teeth, so clean, there is a little bit of foaming feeling.
Sometimes, the cockroach would tell me about his lovers, and he spoke in a very soft voice with a hint of sarcasm, but I knew that he had feelings for them. Yes, affection, not love. Love is a luxury for a man, and in the dead of night, he thinks about the word, and maybe he will find it sour enough and boring.
Cockroaches say they're beautiful.
I nodded. I'm convinced. My friend cockroaches, he pleases women, he has many girlfriends, and they are all beautiful. I'm almost proud of him. I was touched this afternoon because my friend was cockroaching...... He's kind, kind and lonely, he needs a lot of girlfriends, he gets it, he's relieved, but he's not very happy.
The cockroach said, "What about you?" I said, "I?" I shook my head and laughed. I don't know how to answer. I can't tell my colleagues that I've had a few boyfriends, I've loved them, and I'm very involved in the love process, but I forget about it when it's done. That's it, I've shed a lot of tears for them, I've had the most heart-wrenching pain, on a cloudy afternoon, in that moment—but now, with all those pain and tears, with those people, are gone. My glorious years have also gone with me.
Now, I run my fingers through my hair, and the strands of hair run through the cracks between my fingers. Now, I can't remember anyone, the men who touched my body, the men who were lovely and hateful, the men who were not good-looking, I couldn't remember them. Their countenances were dusted and old.
Sometimes I think of them, and one Sunday morning, I walked around the corner of a side street and saw a glimmer of sunlight reflected in the glass window across the street, which was a little cold. In that moment, I stood still and remembered them. Maybe it's like a dream, maybe on an early winter morning many years ago, it was also on this street that I met one of them, and I saw the sunlight in such a glass window. Maybe—I really don't remember.
When I think of them, sorry, I'm really calm, like thinking of my classmates from high school, or my brother in a foreign land. Not far away, on the lawn, a few elementary school students were playing football, and the football flew towards me, and flew to my feet, I picked up my woolen skirt, raised my foot and kicked the football back. I thought it was nice and the sun was shining brightly on a Sunday morning. I am in good health, have good teeth and a better appetite. I'm alive, I use a Pentium computer, and I give yellow roses to myself. I went to the best shopping malls to buy a silk scarf, and then I went to the civilian stores where I could bargain for daily necessities. I repeat, I'm alive and I feel good. I'm selfish and love myself a lot. Single, not too wealthy, with a hearty laugh.
I like funny men, this, I have to admit. I also like good-looking men, melancholy men, wealthy men, and humorous men...... I'm a bit of a greedy woman, a bit of a "flowery", but very frugal in my actions.
I am a good woman, I have been a good woman for so many years, and one day I suddenly woke up, I felt very tired, and I felt that so many years of sacrifice and frugality were actually not very interesting. Who will recognize your worth? That's it, I can't talk a lot to the cockroach, first of all he is my colleague, and secondly, he is a man.
The cockroach said, in fact, you are a woman with a very empty heart. You don't have nostalgia for the past.
I said, I'm the one who keeps moving forward. I'm ruthless.
The cockroach shook its head and looked at me with pity. He said, "I know you're not that kind of person."
I smiled and covered my eyes with my hands, and in that moment, I noticed tears in my eyes. Because of the cockroaches, I can't tell, because he said that I got to the sore spot. He could see at a glance what kind of woman I was. But what kind of woman I am, and who I am, I don't even know myself.
Privately, I don't want to have such a conversation between me and the cockroach because it's inappropriate. These few words almost brought me and the cockroach closer at once, making us men and women first and colleagues second. I've never felt like I do today that cockroaches are a man, a lonely, unhappy, and loving opposite sex like I am.
In that quiet air, as I sat down, I heard footsteps in the hallway, bubbling in the water dispenser, and there were a lot of voices in the office, coughing, the sound of paper flipping...... This is the world of people, there are many lonely men and women in this world, they will make some sounds, they will also have some feelings, these feelings for them, it is not indispensable, but if it happens, it will not be bad, because everyone is a very soft and kind person. It's just that what happens happens happens and it happens, and in the end, it's okay, and nothing is left.
Soon after, I quit my job and went to work in a gallery shop. The night before leaving, the cockroaches saw me off and went to a snake restaurant for dinner. It was a winter evening, and we were walking down a small street, and then there was a light rain in the sky, a very small rain, and it hit our faces, and it was not rain at all, but like fog.
We gossiped along the way, and the cockroach walked quietly beside me, holding its hands in their trouser pockets, looking dignified and solemn. For some reason, the cockroach talked about his life again, his wife and children, his past girlfriends, he didn't know where they were, were they still alive, were they still in love, were they okay? I looked up, my face touched the wet air, and my hair smelled of rain. I stopped and stood for a moment, letting the rain stay deeper and deeper in my eyes.
The cockroach said, what are you doing? Are you crying? I said no, I'm not a very "petty bourgeoisie" person, but sometimes I seem stupid because I am moved. When I said this, I turned my head to look at the cockroach, a little ashamed.
Yes, I saw the cockroach at this time, and I saw the drizzle wet his hair, and water trickled down from his hair, and it hung on his face so brightly that at first glance it looked like teardrops. He was looking sideways into the sky, maybe at some street and building, or at the girl, or at the green post box at the corner of the side street, or at the gray pigeon coop on the roof, I don't know, it was too far away—these objects. They were in the rain, outside of him.
At that moment, I suddenly understood something about the cockroach, this man walking beside me. This man, he is not amazing, but he has his own way of attracting women, and his way is very soft. I don't know how many women he attracts in this way? He loves every woman who walks by him, he loves their past.
This is a man immersed in the past, with little bit of the present, but no future. This man, he had gone through all the vicissitudes of life, died, and came back to life. Now, his approach to feelings is calm and enjoyable.
He loves women as much as he used to, but he is a bit cynical and sometimes seems naïve and confused, but his naivety and confusion are kind, but his kindness is also cynical.
That's it, the cockroaches and I walked in the winter rain, occasionally making jokes and patting each other on the shoulders. Outsiders think we are lovers, but we are not, and never will be. We are such a couple of men and women of school age, both poor people, in need of comfort, all the way from the muddy past, very hard.
Now, thank goodness, we're alive, we're strong, we're happy, I mean, it's not going to be as good as it could be, but the important thing is that we're alive. We enjoyed the fresh air, the material life, the friendship with the opposite sex, and a hearty dinner. It's good to be alive.
I later learned that the cockroach had negotiated with my boss about my resignation, and that the conversation was very unpleasant. I resigned in anger because I was suspected of having some unclear accounts in my dealings with clients. I also learned that Cockroach also submitted his resignation shortly after I left the company. Of course it's not because of me, the cockroach is the head of his department, and there is a conflict with the vice president.
I decided to give the cockroach a call because of gratitude. This man who stood up for me, from the moment I left the company, I never thought that there would be any connection between us. For more than a year, I don't know if he's okay, if he's happy, if he's got a new girlfriend, if he's still as nostalgic as ever, or if he's found a more appropriate female audience than me? I worked hard to earn a small salary, and when I thought about the future, I felt uncertain. I was in a bad mood and felt lonely. Sometimes I would drink, and in my bachelor apartment, I would put on various brands of perfume all over my body and fall asleep with the perfume bottle in my arms. I hooked up with the lovely man, went to an all-night movie together, and was moved by true love, crying, and rejoicing. My laughter was sunny, but I wouldn't allow them to touch a finger of me.
Whenever I can, I go shopping, and if I don't have the money to shop, I go shopping and visit all kinds of specialty stores.
Put on the most expensive fashions and look at yourself in front of the mirror, but I'm not going to buy them. When the sun is shining, I will come to the overpass, look at the people under the overpass, see the old people and children, those who are dressed in colorful clothes, those who are in love...... I thought I was looking at them from a considerable height, very cold, and I didn't need to be emotionally invested. But sometimes, I feel distressed, really, inexplicably, I feel my body aching.
I know, I'm aging, I'm twenty-five, and I'm having the "syndrome" that is common to women of my age, I'm anxious, I'm afraid of being alone. Maybe I should have a marriage, or love, and in general, I should live with a man, quiet, kind.
Anyway, a year later, one summer evening, I got in touch with cockroaches. I thank him and comradely care and greetings, and bless. Nothing else, because he was a friend of mine, a former colleague, and that's it.
He was in the bar, and he said, how are you, come and sit down. I said no, I'm on the street right now, and I'm going to go to the store. He said, what store, on which street. I told him the name of the neighborhood I was in, the specific location. About half an hour later, cockroaches came from the street. I looked at him from afar, and I saw a short, powerful young man, and he strode like he was blowing, and I felt joy and a little sadness.
I think that the cockroach is such a man that he is able to arouse empathy and pity in women. To them, he was an unfortunate child. He reminded them of their past, of those sad days, of those young, beautiful, yet full of whimpering years. Although cockroaches have nothing to do with these.
The cockroach's house was nearby, and after dinner, he asked me if I would like to go to his house, and he said that his wife and children were not at home, and when he said this, his tone was very simple, very steady, and inexplicably, he laughed first. I laughed too, I wasn't afraid of anything, or rather, I didn't want to look like I was scared. It's not good.
In this way, the cockroach and I stepped into his home in the downtown area, maybe it was from this moment that the atmosphere between me and the cockroach became a little strange, how to say, I was a little nervous, my hand holding the wall was safe and open, but I knew that I was nervous. What about the cockroach, he was behind me, and he talked happily all the way, but the ghost could see that he was careful, very, very careful.
I suddenly understood that this man, maybe he was thinking about something, tonight, with a woman...... Now, he took her home, maybe he didn't expect it to happen so quickly, he was a kind, decent man, respected women, but he was also a man after all.
I shuddered, and the hand holding the wall stopped. I don't want to say that I'm a timid woman, and I can't be very calm and generous when it comes to men and women. But unfortunately, I am such a person.
The cockroach said, what's wrong with you? You're a little scared, aren't you?—and he laughed aloud, "I'm not going to eat you."
I laughed too, bent down and laughed, loud and exaggerated. I know that it is definitely not okay to go back at this time, the cockroach will not stop me, he will send me home very gentlemanly, but I know that this guy will laugh at me, he will laugh at me for the rest of his life. I had to move forward, bravely, with my chest straight. The cockroach's home is beautiful, with a Japanese tatami mat layout, but it feels very Chinese. There was no air conditioning in the room, cockroaches opened the window and more heat flowed in through the window. The cockroach said that he still has a house in the west of the city, which is now occupied by his wife and children, and he often goes there there often.
He took me to his study, where he sat on the floor and turned on the electric fan. He asked me, "Are you sitting on the couch or on the floor?" and before I could answer, he said that the floor was clean. But you need a mat,—he looked at me, his face uncertain in the dim blue light.
I said, I'd like to sit on the couch.
I smiled because I knew that I wasn't the only one who was nervous in this luxurious and stuffy room, there were cockroaches, in a sense, he was more nervous than me, why, because he was a man, he thought of something, he wasn't sure if he wanted to do it, what to do, what if it failed? – he was a timid man.
I sat quietly on the couch, drinking Coke and reading a cockroach's picture book. The cockroaches went to the shower, and there was the sound of surfing in the bathing room. Now that I'm much more sure, I gently tapped my fingers on the armrests of the couch and I said to myself, I'm going to beat this man tonight. I almost laughed out loud because of the humor.
I've never beaten any man in my life, I'm going to lose every man, I'm a useless woman. But tonight, I'd like to try my luck on the cockroaches, and honestly, that might be good.
The cockroach came out of the shower, he was wearing shorts and a vest, and he looked like a gentleman. His body smelled of soap. The cockroach said, "Go wash it too."
I said no. I was a little strange that cockroaches would make this suggestion, and I never thought I would take a shower in a man's house.
The cockroach laughed and said, "Are you nervous?" I said no, why should I be nervous, and taking a bath doesn't mean anything.
The cockroach said, yes, I thought so too, but when you talked about taking a bath just now, you had a subconscious little action.
I said, "What's a little movement?" he said, and you hold your hand on the button of your shirt as if it would come loose all at once.
I laughed too, burying my head in my arms.
The cockroach said, I decided that you should still go to the shower, I don't like to talk to a woman who is drenched in sweat.
I got up and walked to the bathroom, you know, cockroaches are such a powerful person, I don't want to get tangled with him on this issue because it would seem like I'm stingy, I don't want to embarrass the cockroach and think I don't trust him. That's it.
I showered out, sat down on the couch, gossiped with the cockroaches, and found that in the calm air, the conversation could hardly go on, why, because the safe background that had supported our conversation had changed.
The cockroach curls up in the corner, looking like a ghost at first glance in the dim blue light. At the moment he was so serene and desolate, he may have thought of his former woman, and fell into a kind of inextricable depression, perhaps, on the contrary, he was thinking about some small things between men and women, not very serious. Who knows? As I sat in that empty air, I felt the night enveloping me, and it was so powerful that it was like death, and I was almost out of breath. In my own room, I might jump up, open the various perfume bottles at the dresser, apply the perfume to my body, and fall asleep, or go out on the balcony and do aerobics. But now, I'm with a man who is almost a stranger to me, he's my friend, but I don't know what he's thinking, this man, he doesn't love me, I don't love him, but we're together, thinking about other things related to love, but it's never love.
I came to the door, and I said to the cockroach, cockroach, I have to go. I think my voice must be so sad that I want to cry.
The cockroach came after me and stood in front of me, and for the first time, he was so close to me, and I saw his face huge and exaggerated, and he said, "Tonight, won't you stay?"
He said, I thought you were going to stay, because it seems that you are not in a good mood either.
I say again, I don't.
The cockroach nodded, and he hugged me and rested his chin against my head for a long, long time.
Love you, miss you, for the rest of your life
倩女文魂
Night fell, and the silence of the night made me miss it.
In this deep night, I think of you and the good times we used to spend together. Those sweet memories, like bright stars, dotted my heart. I know that this emotion has long been ingrained in my bone and has become an indispensable part of my life.
Love you and make me feel the wonder and beauty of life. Your presence, like a warm light, illuminates the path of my life. I am willing to use all my passion and tenderness to care for you, so that you can feel my sincerity and persistence. Every time I meet you, I feel endless happiness and joy. Your smile, like the sunshine of spring, warms my world.
Thinking of you, let me recall those warm days. Whenever I'm lonely, your figure always comes to mind. Those moments spent with you have become the most precious treasure in my heart. I remembered walking the streets together at dusk, holding hands, chatting about each other's dreams and futures, and I remembered the vows we made under the stars to stay together for the rest of our lives. These beautiful memories have become an eternal mark in my heart.
This commitment has made me feel the meaning and value of life for a lifetime. In this long journey of life, we will meet countless people and things, but it is not easy to meet someone who understands me, loves me, and cherishes me. I am grateful that fate allowed me to meet you and let me have this beautiful emotion.
I want to tell you that no matter what challenges and difficulties we face in the future, I will stick to our vows and stay with you through them. I will use all my love and care to make you feel warm and happy. I believe that as long as we trust, support and understand each other, we will be able to walk through the storm and welcome the rainbow.
In this quiet night, may our hearts be closer, and may our emotions be deeper. Let's cherish this wonderful time together and walk through every stage of life hand in hand. Love you, miss you, for the rest of your life. This is my inner voice and my promise to you.
You are me, the only thing I wish in this life
Graceful
The spring breeze is blowing, the greenery is full, this is the poem in my heart, and every sentence is entrusted with my deep friendship for you. In this vast sea of people, I only wish that you are the only wish I have in this life.
In this complex world, we are all looking for that tranquility and warmth. And what I am looking for is your unique smile, that gentle gaze, and the warmth that blows through my heart like a spring breeze. You are the habitat of my soul, the harbor of my soul, and the most beautiful existence of my life.
In this world, there is an emotion called affection, and there is a concern called longing. And you are my deepest emotion, my deepest concern. Every smile you make me feel the beauty of life, every look of you makes me feel the warmth of life, and every action of you makes me feel the beauty of the world. You are the sunshine of my life, the pure land in my heart, and my eternal dependence.
Time flies. The bits and pieces between me and you, like a beautiful picture, slowly unfold in my life. Those moments together, those warm hugs, those sweet kisses, are deeply imprinted in my heart and become the most precious memories of my life. I want to tell you that there is no one in this world who can give me so much warmth and strength as you do.
It has been said that love is a long practice. Then, I am willing to use the time of my life to cultivate this emotion and take care of this love. No matter how the world changes, no matter how vicissitudes of the years, I am willing to be by your side and accompany you through every spring, summer, autumn and winter. Because you are the only thing I want in this life, you are the best being in my life.
Let us feel the beauty of life and the sweetness of love in this wonderful time together. Let's experience each other's every moment with our hearts and care for each other's lives with love. Because you are the only wish I have in this life, I will use the time of my life to protect this emotion and cherish this love.
This is the psalm in my heart, and this is my deep friendship with you. In this vast sea of people, I only hope that you can feel my love and care.
And the snow in the cup
Zhang Zhen
"The fog is thick, the sky and the clouds and the mountains and the water, the top and bottom are white. "It's been a long time.
However, the attachment to ice and snow that melts into his bones is often stirred. In the early morning, the weeds covered with frost flowers, the gloomy afternoon, when the night wind howled, the white alkali in the distance woke up from a trance, and the illusion again and again made the desire fall into the abyss. The ice and snow recklessness in the memory is constantly crushed, and it is more and more shapeless, and it really needs to be strongly forgotten.
However, after all, I did not forget. I can't forget "the north wind was tight overnight, and the snow was still drifting when the door opened." "At night, the weeds and dried leaves did their best, radiating light and heat from the kang holes, letting the north wind buzz through the wires, letting the branches rustle, and letting the cats with printed furs burrow into the bed. Wake up naturally and be an artist in the ice-filled window. When I opened the door, the morning breeze carried snowflakes into my sleeves. When I looked up, I saw a wave of snowflakes falling straight down, smearing the entire sky. Distant houses, trees, birds...... All of them disappeared into white.
At this time, the father, who came from the corner, took a shovel and piled a string of cat's plum blossom prints in the snow in the courtyard. Although it did not give birth to plum blossoms, it did grow chubby snowmen. In the chimney of my mother's alone, a steaming breakfast has been on the stove for a long time.
I can't forget the "green ant new brew wine, red clay small stove". The thick Loess Plateau is covered with new quilts every year, and this is the only time when all the croppers dissipate the fatigue of the year. No matter how much snow is pouring outside, inside the earthen walls is another world. The charcoal fire burns the stove red, not only new wine, but also old tea. A humble tin can, grilled on a fire. Half of it is tea leaves that have been boiled several times, and half of it is newly added snow water, which is thick and black, bitter, and in the mouth, it is not comparable to tea before the Ming Dynasty. Outsiders are always puzzled, how can Longshang people drink bitter tea well? Or the more bitter the taste of tea, the more it can show that the days have a little taste; the stronger the tea, the more it complements the swarthy face that has worked hard all his life. The more the tea is boiled, the more indomitable spiritual feelings are accumulated.
I can't forget "I want snow in the evening, and I can drink a glass of nothing." "If you can change the wind and snow again and again, you may be able to pour a block in your heart. After a few mistakes, I can absolutely believe that the snow will definitely not exist, but I often return to my hometown in my dreams, listen to the wind at night, and for a while, I can't tell the difference between inside and outside the jade pass? Carved into every inch of skin, filling in thousands of ravines.
In front of me, only a thousand piles of snow were floating in the cup.
Distant Star Gorge, I can't get out, so let the stars bring back my dreams, and spend the rest of my life buried in the snow, together with that ancient land, crawling at the feet of my ancestors.