Can't help but be texted /Li Xiaohong

Seeing that this manuscript has been bound into a book in front of me, I have too much to say. I actually sat down and lifted my pen but didn't seem to know where to start. Looking back, a year is actually a very short time, and it is autumn before you can feel the joy of life. In the harvest season, we also need to sort out the fruits, although there is no harvest for farmers, but we also have our own happiness, that is, our records and perceptions of life in the past year. I can't help but think of the scene when I wrote these articles. "In Search of a Voice" was the first time I had heard a lecture on literature in my life. Narrated by several writers. This lecture made me feel like I was back in my student days. Sitting there with a pen and notebook, he kept recording what the teacher was saying. Teacher Jiang Shu recounted the writing process of her essays "Youth from The River" and "Corrugated Flowers". She spoke in a simple and simple way, which made me have a little more respect for the kind and simple writer. The old knifeman is another writer. I am no stranger to him because I have read his poetry many years ago. Many of his poems have fascinated me deeply. That class was the first time I saw the true God I had admired for a long time. He is so grounded, so attached to his hometown, and the beautiful reading interprets the unchanging feelings of the wanderers in his hometown who love his hometown. Writer Lu Taiguang, with the heavy feelings of the earth, conveyed to all the literary lovers present the secret of how to write non-fiction articles. In this class, I not only heard the voice of the writer, but also the words that warned me where to go. Holding up this book of "Taihang Mountain Anti-War Culture", my heart was particularly excited. This is a history book. What interested me was the author of the book, Mr. Li Dongxing, who has been engaged in political work for many years. With a solid foundation in writing, he recounted to people the past of The Lower Northern Zhanglu Art, and presented the dusty history to the world in words. When I picked up the book, I felt like I was holding up not a book, but a thick history, and it was the first time I had ever gotten a book personally signed by the author. From this, I wrote the article "Pick up the book". I inadvertently interviewed a ninety-year-old man who clearly recounted to us her experiences of escaping death several times. The most common sentence the old man said to us was "Children, we are so happy now" Although the interview has been back for so long, the old man's words still echo in his ears. We do live a life of food and clothing, but there are still people who always complain that this is not good and that is not good. So I recorded that interview with "Happiness Echoing in the Cave." When I was sorting out the bookcase, I found several notebooks of my mother, and I don't know how these books came to my house, but when I saw my mother's book and looked at the age of the book, I felt that this was a kind of historical memory, so I wrote an article on the title of "Mother's Notebook". I didn't expect this article to be published. But in the end, it was published on the website of the Voice of Hometown, because there was a photo in the article, and after the publication, the mother's old classmate recognized the mother's handwriting at a glance from the photo, so he forwarded it to the mother. In fact, my mother has always been a person who has not been optimistic about my writing, but this time she was surprised. When I talked to my mother several times, I mentioned the notebook, and tears welled up in the corners of my mother's eyes. I knew she was reminiscing about the past again, missing her father who was far away. A familiar voice came from an unfamiliar phone. He asked me if I was in the office? I said yes, and he said look for you in a moment. I don't know what he's looking for me when I put down the phone, so why come to me in person? He came while I was thinking about it. He was Yingsheng, and he had come to ask me to help him write his speech, and all of a sudden I was a little confused by the monk. Seeing his pleading gaze, I had to tell him I could give it a try. In this way, after receiving the task, I began to think about how to set the topic, how to write the text, and how to end it. The things he told recurred in his mind again and again. Just when I was thinking about it and didn't know where to start, the leader came in, and I told him that I was going to write a speech, hoping that he could help me revise it after it was written. His "yes" made me feel like I had a backer. When I was eating at noon, I suddenly ran out the word "love" and then put down the bowl and came to the office to start writing on the theme of "Love Sows Hope", when I wrote it and sent it to the leader, when the leader gave me a revision, I found that I didn't know what the format of the speech was, and I went to write the speech, and I felt really ridiculous at the time. When I handed the speech to Yingsheng as if I had completed the task, his left thank you and the right one thank you, embarrassed me. A few days later, Yingsheng told him that his speech won the second prize. I was very happy to hear this news, and although it was very difficult to write the speech this time, I felt that I had made a little progress forward. After Wen Lian sent a message to visit the martyrs' cemetery, I also posted a name. At the Eighth Route Army Martyrs' Cemetery, listening to Director Xing's eloquent explanation, I was really happy, and it was like returning to the classroom many years ago. Someone once jokingly asked me if I was a pro-teacher? I am the first student of Mr. Xing's teaching career. I came back from a grave sweep but didn't know where to start. With my experience working in the Civil Affairs Bureau for a while and knowing a little about the information about the martyrs, I wrote an article under the theme of "Guarding the Heroic Martyrs". Teacher Xing looked at the smiling expression. I also used "Your Smile" to write down Teacher Xing's eternal smile. On Mother's Day morning, a pickup truck on the street sat a few women. I picked up my phone and took pictures of them, posted this photo in my circle of friends, did not expect many people to like me, so I wrote about women's difficulties under the title of "Women on a Pickup Truck". I made this article into a beautiful article and sent it out, what I didn't expect was that it was read more than a thousand times, and the number of fans of the beautiful article also increased a lot. One night after the college entrance examination, the lover suddenly had unbearable stomach pain. We went to the hospital immediately. He was diagnosed with gallstones, and during the ten days of hospitalization, I wrote poems such as "Gallstones", "Walking in the Corridor of the Ward", "Today" and so on. Doctors and nurses care about patients like relatives, and they do not receive red envelopes for surgery. In addition to using audible language to express my gratitude to them, I also write articles to express my love for them. I didn't expect to be found by the beautiful head nurse and sent to the large group in the hospital. They thanked me in particular. I encouraged them too. The results of the college entrance examination came out, when I saw my neighbor Yangyang was admitted to Nanjing University with a score of 629, I was really happy for this excellent child, in fact, Yangyang was a good child with excellent character and excellent learning when he was very young, and his kind of hard-working spirit was incomparable to ordinary people. I remember when the freshman enrolled, he went to the school alone to register, when I asked him how many points he scored in the middle school exam, he said 629, did not expect three years of high school, he still maintained this score. I don't know if this is a coincidence or fate, I wrote "There is a fate 629". And this short poem has attracted a lot of attention. Red Tourist Road is once again an essay call. Seeing the wide and new road, especially standing on the road to my hometown, I thought of my grandmother and father, because they all returned to their hometown from there. That path is their concern. I had to write about this path, and I didn't win an award for this event but thought of my loved ones. In today's ever-changing good times, Grandma and Dad will never see all this. Let "The Road to My Hometown" tell Grandma and Dad under the Nine Springs. My lover and I have bound the sixth book, which is more than 147,000 words, of which the lover wrote as much as 100,000, and the rest was written by me. I've only roughly described a few articles about the past, and I'm looking forward to a more exciting seventh book. 2021.11.3