1, Skin (Cai Chongda) My wife (my grandmother's mother) who lived to be 99 years old was a great person. Grandma in her fifties suddenly gave up, and a Taibai sent a brunette. Relatives are afraid that she will take it hard and take turns watching it. She didn't know where the anger came from, swearing and running around alone. Open the coffin for a while to see grandma's appearance, and then go to the kitchen to see how the sacrifice is made. When I went to the hall, I heard someone killing a chicken and missed the artery. The chicken jumped around with blood, and Mrs. A ran out, grabbed the chicken and fell to the ground. The chicken's feet struggled and finally stopped. It's not over yet. Don't let this body torture its soul. Ron Artest is not a literate person, but a witch. Therefore, the speech is always elegant occasionally. Everyone was silent. Madame didn't cry at the funeral. Even when grandma's body was about to enter the incinerator, she just squinted, as if she disdained other people's crying, and as if the old man was taking a quiet nap. I just entered the first grade of primary school that year, and I didn't understand Artest's ruthlessness. Go over to her several times and ask her, Ty, why aren't you sad? Mrs. A's spotted face spread slightly, smiling-"because I am willing to give up". This sentence is often heard in later life. After grandma died, Artest often came to my house to live. She said that before grandma died, she told me that Black Dog's grandparents and parents were very busy, so you should help take care of them. I can feel her so-called "willingness" better. Mrs. A is a cruel person. She cuts vegetables as hard as ribs. Once she cried calmly in the kitchen, I asked loudly in the hall, what happened to Taitai? Nothing, it's just that my finger was cut off. Next, it is our family that is flustered. From beginning to end, she seemed to have nothing to do with herself. I was sewing Artest's fingers, and my mother told me Artest's story on the bench outside the ward. She once threw her little uncle who couldn't swim into the sea to let him learn to swim. His uncle almost drowned, so the neighbors jumped into the water to save him. A few days later, the neighbor watched her throw her uncle into the water again. Neighbors said she was heartless, and she said coldly, "The body is not for use, not for serving." When Taitai was discharged from the hospital, I finally didn't stop to ask her if the story was true or not. She said flatly, "It's true. You won't succeed if you wait on your skin all day. Only people who can use their bodies can become talents. " To tell the truth, I didn't understand it at that time. Therefore, I always feel that Artest is like a stone, so hard that nothing can be hurt. She is even a famous difficult person in our town. Even though she is over 90 years old, she still insists on walking from the village to my hometown alone with her tangled little feet. Every time she wants to rent a car to send her back, she is always angry: "There are only two choices, either you help me walk slowly or I walk myself." Therefore, on the stone road in my hometown, I can always see a teenager leading an old man slowly out of town. However, I still saw Artest crying. That was when she was 92 years old. Once she climbed to the roof to fill a hole, and accidentally fell down, so she couldn't move at home. I called on her and she heard my voice from a distance. Before she entered the door, she cried and shouted, my lovely great-grandson, Taitai can't move, Taitai is trapped. Although she stubbornly wanted to walk on the ground the next week, she took a few steps and fell down again. She told me in tears that she wanted me to visit her often. From then on, I leaned against a chair and slowly moved to the door every day, sitting there, waiting for my figure all day. I often go to Mrs. A's house, especially when I meet something, I always feel that sitting with her has an indescribable tranquility and sureness. Later, I went to college, and then I went to work in other places, and I rarely saw her. However, every time I encounter setbacks, I always take time off to run to my hometown-an important thing is to sit with Mrs. A for an afternoon. Although she may not understand or even hear my distress (she is hard of hearing), every time I see her inexplicable smile and unfold the layers of wrinkles carved in those years, I feel inexplicably relieved. On an ordinary morning, I learned that Taitai had passed away. Mom called me and said that your grandmother had left. Then the people on both sides hugged each other and cried together. Mom said that Mrs. A finally left me a message: "Black dogs are not allowed to cry." Isn't death a matter of kicking you? If you really miss me, I will come to see you naturally. Because since then, I have not had this burden. How convenient it is to come and go. "At that moment, I realized what Artest once said to me, and I realized Artest's outlook on life: how bright our life is, which is blocked by the filth and various desires of this body. Grandma, I remember, "the body is for use, not for serving." "Please do come to see me. 2. Dandelion is also very happy (Zhu Chengyu). I think it is absolutely necessary to visit the Daheou tribe before going there. This is a major event related to my life's future. Daheou tribe is a small mountain village here, which is notoriously poor and remote. I will be assigned there as a primary school teacher soon. Alas, it makes my heart cold to think about it. The day I went there was sunny, and large tracts of dandelions were in full bloom in Huang Cancan. Despite my heavy heart, the scenery on the roadside gave me some comfort. Before entering the village, the traffic was closed for more than 20 kilometers and you could only walk. As the road becomes more and more difficult, that kind of comfort gradually becomes a drop in the bucket. Finally, I came to the village. All I see in my eyes are low and shabby children, and all I smell in my nose are burnt feces. Occasionally hearing a few dog barks is a wake-up call to the dead world: we are still alive. This depressing and desolate scene made me blindsided at once, and I secretly vowed in my heart: even if I use all my relationships, I will escape from this bitter sea. I want to go to school to see the environment where I want to work. I asked a little girl the location of her school. She paused, then put down her pig food bucket, wiped her hands on her pants and said she would take me there. This is a child about 10 years old, with two lively pigtails, a dirty little face full of bright smiles and a pair of big eyes full of curiosity. She came up to me happily and asked me enthusiastically why I came here. I muttered, "Oh, nothing. I just want to look around. " "Oh. "I don't know why she suddenly seems a little disappointed. Here we are at school. It is not so much a school as a slightly larger yard, which can only be used as a playground. A flagpole and a worn-out red flag prove that it is different here. The blackboard in the classroom is clean, the seats are arranged neatly, the windows are spotless, but no one is there. I asked her why no one was in class. " There is no teacher. About two months. Teachers came and left one after another. Adults say that no one wants to be a teacher here. "The little girl said that how can it be so clean here? ""My good friends and I have agreed that one person will be responsible for cleaning here every day, and we will clean here together, so that when the teacher comes, he will not dislike the dirt here and will stay. "The child's words seem to have poked my heart." Several times, some naughty boys scribbled on the blackboard, and we quarreled with them for a long time. Finally, we won, and now they often come to help us. "She said proudly," it's my turn today. Please sit down and have a rest. I'm going to start cleaning. "I saw her busy with a rag. That little figure, shining with moving light in the sun. I took out a bottle of iced black tea from my backpack and handed it to her. She took it with some hesitation and took a sip. " It's delicious, "she whispered, then took another sip, then quickly closed the lid and handed it back to me. I said it was for you. She was so happy that she forgot to say thank you. She just said, "Then I'll take it home for my mother and my brother to taste. "After school, the little girl squatted on the side of the road, carefully folded a dandelion and handed it to me. She said, "When blowing dandelions, make a wish first. Then blow it down in one breath. If you want to blow open every dandelion, your wish will come true. "I think she broke one herself, then piously closed her eyes, slowly brought the dandelion to her lips, and then blew it away." You blow, too. Come on, make a wish. "She urged me. I closed my eyes and meditated in my heart for a long time, and then I really blew it in one breath. Dandelion seeds fly all over the sky, like light snowflakes, rippling away in an instant. The little girl smiled brightly, as if everyone's wish could come true. She asked me, "What is your wish?" I asked her with a smile, "What about you? "She said that her wish was to be a good teacher and she wanted to go back to school. She doesn't know what my wish is. In fact, my wish is related to her and to every child here. My wish is that every child here can be as happy as her. I decided to stay because I like dandelions here. Although those dandelions were born in this barren land, they can still be very happy. " You haven't told me your wish? "The little girl found the truth." My wish is ... "I shut up on purpose." You can realize your wish. "The little girl sent me far away until I got on the bus leading to the county seat. I waved to her and shouted to her, "See you at school tomorrow. "3, the days in the clouds (Gao Hong) liked to watch clouds when I was a child. I lay on the lawn at the foot of the mountain, and the world became a circle. This circle is changing colors, flickering, like a mirror, blue and deep. The edge of the mirror is flickering, and the clouds are crowded in, and the colors are getting thicker and thicker, forming a ball, like a sheep or cotton flower in the same place, leisurely passing through the mirror. Baojing has returned to its true colors and is calm. I closed my eyes and dozed off for a while. I saw a long-tailed plane rush in and plow a white line in the mirror. Before the white line was completely dispersed, the sheep "Hula" who had just been driven out came back. When the sheep are full, they are crowded together, leaving only a piece of white, and it is unclear whether it is a sheep or a cloud. What's on the cloud? Is there a heavenly palace? There should be immortals living in the Heavenly Palace, soaked by clouds all day and living an illusory life. After working, I worked in a joint venture and frequently shuttled between cities. I have a habit of flying to the window and enjoying the scenery below. Of course, what I see most is clouds, which are of different shapes and unpredictable. Thick clouds cover Chen Zhe. I think even if I jump, I can hold you, like a huge big bed, holding you warmly. It is said that there are thousands of years in the sky. If you accidentally fall asleep and wake up in bed, what night is it! I was deeply impressed that once I went to Shenzhen, the clouds below were thick and endless, and a hole suddenly appeared in the middle, which was very shocking-I felt that our plane was supported by clouds. Stay calm and look down. There are fireworks below, illusory, and it doesn't seem to be fireworks. When the plane went forward, a big river was vast and magnificent, and the shore was covered with snow, and the waves blocked the flying boat ... Another cloud scene that left a mark in my memory was from Qingdao to Shenyang. It's a sunny day with a gentle breeze. There are a few idle clouds floating in the air, lonely and lazy. After entering the Bohai Sea, the clouds gradually accumulate, thicken and sink, with three-dimensional colors and abrupt shapes. These clouds keep growing, forming a continuous city. The city has a towering, towering and extraordinary shape. Surrounded by rugged rocks, it looks like a human figure and is lifelike, like a soldier waving a flag and shouting on the rampage. Rambling, he suddenly turned into a monster, with a ferocious face and bared his teeth. This reminds me of the monster in The Fisherman and the Demon, and a chill passes through my heart. Watching, the monster has turned into a number of small beasts, running and jumping, embarrassing. I guess there must be an invisible hand manipulating all this above the clouds, and the scenes are opened again and again, and the joys and sorrows are interpreted as human beings. In the distance, a mountain is rolling and misty. There are springs gurgling in the mountains. The spring water poured into the nest, rushed to the distance, and finally turned into a sea of Wang Yang. In the distance, the sky and the sea are the same color, and you can't tell where the clouds are and where the sky is. Every time I go back to Xi 'an and the plane flies over the Qinling Mountains, I feel inexplicably excited. Because I have climbed this mountain many times, I am familiar with its many gullies and rivers. However, looking down from the sky, it is another scene. The vast and desolate Qinling Mountains are lush and endless. Many peaks that are hard to reach on weekdays are at the foot, and huge granite blooms like a lotus flower. There are silver spots shining on the ridge, which is snow that has not melted yet. There are silver bands dancing in the flowing mountains and rivers. The reservoir reflects sunlight like a mirror, dazzling. The mountains overlap in the distance, which is more charming under the mist. Occasionally, one or two idle clouds drift by, leaving a slow footprint in the mountains. However, more often than not, the extravehicular activity is vast and looks like a chaotic world. I wonder if the world was like this before it was opened-in a muddle. Billions of years later, our planet had water, atmosphere and lightning, so the first life was born. Perhaps in the vast universe, there are many planets like our earth that are also pregnant with life-even more advanced life than us. Who knows? At the moment, the sun is shining outside the hut. The dense fog just now has disappeared without a trace. The sky blue is intoxicating, the tiles are bright and ethereal, and under the clouds, there is a vibrant scene. 4, the memory of the mountain (Chen Ping) The mountain in my hometown is a freehand brushwork that never fades. Every mountain and every road in my hometown, I have walked, climbed and rolled. I followed the adults to collect firewood in the mountains. I was 10 years old that year. 10 age, envy the strength of adults. They waved shiny and sharp wooden knives, and the chestnuts with big legs were put down by them after a few knives. I can only pick up some dry branches on the side. There are many dry branches in the deep mountains. Those dry branches, as long as the wind blows, break from the tree and are everywhere. After a while, I can pick up a lot. Then, I cut off a straight and long branch, twisted it into a raft, laid it flat on the ground, and put the dry branch neatly on the raft. Tie firewood with skill. Especially when putting firewood, first put the big one straight on both sides, the small one bent in the middle, and all the bent ones are arched, which is convenient for binding and neat and tight. It is difficult to put firewood that is too curved. As long as you cut the curved place with a knife and press it gently, the curved firewood will become straight. After the firewood is set, put the bamboo slips into the circle, hold the bamboo slips with both hands and step on the firewood with both feet. When a bamboo slip is pulled hard, it will shake hard. The bamboo slips can't be pulled any more, so I twisted them a few times and screwed them on the door to form a small pile, and the firewood was tied. Then, cut off a big, straight and long trunk with a knife and sharpen both ends, which became a spear gun for picking firewood. Then insert the spear gun into the firewood and pick the firewood, and you're done. After all, I am too young to have the strength, and the bundle of firewood is always loose. Not far away, I'll take it off, take it off and stand and take it off. Standing and jumping all the way, being left far behind by adults. Collecting firewood three times a day and running back and forth on these winding mountain roads six times, my strength is slowly increasing. In spring, the mountains in my hometown are covered with bracken, and we also call it African Claw. When I was a child, I often heard adults say that if birds don't crow, bracken can't be called out to eat, which will make me deaf. I haven't heard the birds chirping yet, and no one dares to hit the old lady with bracken all over the slope. Later, someone dared to break this taboo. They quietly called for dinner, and no one pretended to be deaf. Therefore, people no longer believe in this evil. As soon as the bracken grows, everyone invites their partners to join them, carrying baskets, heading straight for the old woman, laughing, flying out of this mountain bay and falling into that mountain bay. The happiest thing is our children. We drill fast and always run ahead of adults. We choose the fat ones and leave the thin ones to the adults. We didn't stop until we couldn't carry the basket and couldn't carry it. It seems that bracken will never be finished. I played today, and I will have it tomorrow. Play a big basket every day. If we can't finish it, we will take it to town. A basket of bracken can cost two or three dollars for a dime. We are also very happy. After all, I earned my own money, and I am always reluctant to spend it. Sometimes I am too lazy, so my mother scalds bracken in a big pot with boiling water, then dries it or hangs it on a bamboo pole under the eaves to dry it, and saves it for frying bacon in winter. Fried bacon with bracken is an excellent dish, which tastes crisp and fragrant. Delicious, wordless. Black pine forest is the place where I often go. There is a big pine tree, which is very dense and there is no sunlight in it. We call it the black fir tree. When it was hot, we went into the black fir forest to have a rest. There are thick pine needles in it, which are soft and comfortable to lie on. The mountain wind is blowing and the pines are surging, like the noise of the sea. If you look carefully, you can see one or two squirrels jumping around the tree, like angels. Squirrels are the owners of this pine forest. There are many mushrooms on the black fir tree. In summer, when the sun rains, the fir forest is covered with mushrooms. After school, my friends and I went straight to the black fir tree with bamboo baskets. As soon as we entered, it was covered with red, white, black and yellow mushrooms. Red, which we call charcoal bacteria; White, we call it calcareous bacteria; Black, we call it frangipani; Yellow, we call it wheat straw fungus. Soon, we will choose a big basket. Fresh mushrooms can't be eaten for a while, and mother will dry the remaining mushrooms and eat them if she wants. The best food is Tricholoma matsutake. We call it fir mushroom. When it rains in late autumn, the fir fungi of black fir trees will emerge one after another. The big one grows on the top of the dead pine needles, and the small one is completely covered under the dead pine needles. As long as you scrape it gently with your hand, the full and moist fir will be exposed. When cooking, my mother first boiled the oil soup, put the washed Chinese fir into the pot, and put only some onion and garlic salt without adding monosodium glutamate after cooking. This soup is as sweet as chicken soup. When I was a child, I often heard my grandfather say that mountains have life and soul. I didn't know what a soul was at that time. Even now, I can't tell what a soul is. But I feel that this mountain is a giant with indomitable spirit. It has aura, charm and charm. If rivers are the cradle of life, then mountains are the birthplace of civilization. The mountains in my hometown have silently raised people here for thousands of years. Someone went out from here, and many years later, he returned to the mountains. He can't live without mountains. Many years later, I grew up in the embrace of the mountain and walked out of the mountain with my parents' entrustment. Now, although I stay in a county, my soul lingers on the edge of the county. On sunny days, I often climb the mountains outside the city to see my hometown, but the green hills are blocked and my eyes can't touch the mountains in my hometown. In many dreams, I always dream that I am wandering in the mountains of my hometown. I started from the mountains of my hometown, walked through one post station after another, climbed one mountain after another, experienced ups and downs, tasted ups and downs, and it is a long story. Whether frustrated or complacent, the mountains in my hometown will always be my strong backing. In this life, I can't break my attachment to it. Every time I go home, I have to go for a walk in the mountains behind my house to recall my acidity and happiness. 5. Zhu Xinchan (Han) read a very interesting poem: Little Sister/carrying a bamboo basket to fetch water/Mom said/How can a bamboo basket fetch water/Sister said/But I clearly/filled a basket of water/along the way/flowers asked me to feed/grass asked me to feed/when I got home/there was no basket of water. The bamboo heart is empty, the bamboo basket is empty, and the childlike innocence is even empty. This little poem is lovely, childish, childlike, with nothing in mind and everywhere. One year, the composition topic of Zhejiang college entrance examination was "Childlike Heart", which many materialized candidates could not understand. In fact, a person living in his own world should keep his original heart, listen to the wind and wait for the rain. At this time, he was still a little baby in this world. I remember a writer said that bamboo heart is a kind of childlike love and an unconditional love. Farmers in Jiangsu and Zhejiang like to plant indomitable bamboo in front of their houses, which not only provides shade, but also benefits. Because the bamboo is as high as three feet, it can be cut into bamboo poles, silky and soft, and can be woven into bamboo products such as baskets and summer sleeping mats. Bamboo will not rust or break. As long as it's not moth-eaten, take good care of it. The older the bamboo products, the better. Although the bamboo heart is empty, its bones and muscles are flexible and solid. Those small countertops and seats woven with thin bamboo strips are warm in winter and cool in summer, which are more breathable than leather and feel warm. The bamboo stroller creaks when pushed up, which becomes the accompaniment of children's babbling, and is also an audio enlightenment book of natural childlike innocence. Although bamboo leaf green tea is a by-product of bamboo, its deep taste and persistence remain unchanged. A friend in Jiangsu recalled that every summer, the first thing my grandmother did when she got up in the morning was to boil a large pot of boiling water. Then lead the children to pick bamboo leaves in the bamboo forest behind the house. The children flew into the bamboo forest and picked the greenest bamboo leaves. Grandma's big buckets and small pots are all ready. Let the water go in the buckets and pots, and then throw the bamboo leaves into the boiling water. See layers of green, spread out in the water. The brewed bamboo tea was finally sent to the fields by the children. At noon, the working workers smiled and went to the field and sat in the shade. From the bucket, pick up a ladle, fill it with bamboo leaf green tea and pour it out. That's a great heart! Without going through a little vicissitudes, we can't fully understand the diversity of bamboo hearts. For example, among the slender and elegant bamboos, there are deformed bamboos scattered: short, shriveled, bent and weak. But when have these grass bamboos or wild bamboos been discouraged? If you can't split a tough bamboo pole, make a bamboo pole with your own body. For another example, the bamboo flute and pipe flute touched by music lovers, although illuminated by music, have gone through a long wait and careful selection ... There is a reason why the bamboo heart knows best what is imaginary and what is real and what is empty. In ancient times, there was a kind of bamboo that was very clever. It tried to stop craftsmen from digging holes in it. The craftsman kept cutting with a sharp knife in his hand and didn't listen to the complaints of bamboo at all. He is going to make a flute out of bamboo. He said to the bamboo, "You bamboo, if you don't have these holes, you are just an ordinary bamboo." . These holes may seem to hurt you, but they will turn you into a flute. The sound from your body will warm many people's hearts. I cut and carve you at this time, just to achieve you and make you a valuable musical instrument! "Bamboo heart suddenly enlighted, melody is still there. After thousands of years, it has been shaped into a strong bamboo heart that is not afraid of experience. Lying under the bamboo forest, watching the towering bamboo shoots reaching into the starry night sky, I suddenly realized that only by restraining my inner desires can I make my arms stronger and my soul nobler. Bamboo Zen is the infinite Zen of human heart. 6. It was the clothesline (Lei Chunzhi) who went out to travel on weekends and saw a sign of "outdoor activity base", so we followed the route guided by the sign to this so-called "outdoor activity base". Dirt roads, tile houses, small bridges and flowing water look like a paradise. However, in this seemingly natural growth of flowers and plants, there is a maze of children cheering. Ordinary royal jelly is a high-grade food. What attracts us most is the diaojiao building hanging in the seemingly ordinary farmhouse yard, which is lit with irregular wooden strips outside. Very shabby. Let's take a look at the price. It costs more than 1000 a night. When we climb the ladder, we can see all kinds of air conditioners, refrigerators, televisions, sofas and computers. This is a luxurious room. Going back, there is a wooden door that seems to be in disrepair for a long time, but there is a huge racecourse ... In the last yard, neat wooden stakes are nailed to the ground, and neat ropes are tied to the wooden stakes. What is this for? We are very confused. Our friend said, "Is it a clothesline? No, there must be a mystery. "We deeply agree, but the staff in the yard heard it and said," This is a clothesline! " "Simple clothesline makes us have one doubt after another. What is the reason? Is it too simple? Isn't it simple behind it? I have seen such a game: there is a row of super shopping carts in the room. If you take out five shopping carts within the specified time, you will win, and the prize money will be high. But there is a difficulty, that is, the sound should not exceed a certain decibel when lifting the car. Everyone was eager to try and thought it was simple, but ten people tried, but none of them succeeded. Everyone thinks this is a game of cheating by businessmen. However, the eleventh man went over to try. Unlike others, he walked in the opposite direction to the shopping cart. He pulled gently and a car came out. Keep pulling, keep pulling ... he won. Others looked surprised: "It turned out to be so simple, why didn't I think of it!" It turns out that everyone pulls the car from the handle, which is the high-end of the car. Of course there was a noise, and the eleventh man pulled the car out of the other side of the shopping cart-the low end. He succeeded. It turned out that the direction of the habitual cart blinded us. As long as we choose another direction to do it, things will be simple. I used to be in such a scene: the mall was going to have an activity and the door was crowded with people. At that time, businesses are afraid to open the door for fear of chaos in the mall. People who have been waiting in line for a long time at the door are reluctant, saying that businesses are not creditworthy and excited; People in the shopping mall also express their opinions and make noise, and there is nothing anyone can do. At this moment, I saw a young man in the mall move out a chair and take it to the gate. He stood up and shouted, "Everyone wants to get benefits and their own safety. Then on my mark, everyone step back five steps and stand in a row. One, two, three, four, five. " People retreated in an orderly manner, and the door of the shopping mall opened. The original solution to the problem is as simple as moving a chair and standing on it. However, there are so many people in the mall that only this young man thought of it. I remember that there was a problem in the construction of the Bird's Nest. Many experts, designers and architects can't solve it with equations and formulas. However, several construction workers solved the problem by playing with matches. If we learn too much knowledge but can't jump out, knowledge will also become our shackles. There are so many simple things like clotheslines in life that we can't see through them, so that we can't think of the simplest and feasible way. Is it because the world is complicated or our hearts are no longer simple? It was a difficult search, but I found all of them. I hope it helps you. Please adopt it.