I have always felt that I am a happy woman. My lover, children, and friends are all the source of my happiness. Maybe because of my sincerity, my friends are also sincere to me, but I don’t know if they can tolerate my nagging. Just like my words, they always contain broken thoug

I have always felt that I am a happy woman. My lover, children, and friends are all the source of my happiness.

Maybe because of my sincerity, my friends are also sincere to me, but I don’t know if they can tolerate my nagging.

Just like my words, they always contain broken thoughts. Time flies, and there are as many broken thoughts as there are years.

Actually, I really like to participate in such training courses (Gan Zuchang Cadre Academy participates in training). I can be with everyone, eat, sleep, have someone to accompany me, and feel relaxed and comfortable.

I can live in the same B&B on the same floor as Sister Tang. I like it very much. I always feel that I can chat with her forever and ever without losing track of time. I don’t know what Sister Tang thinks. I didn't tell Sister Tang what I thought.

In the early morning, I made an appointment with Sister Tang and a teacher Liu to go to the hillside. The air was really good. So beautiful, so quiet. Although the mountain road does not have eighteen bends, it is still winding and winding.

I got to know Chicken Spatha , purple flowers, blooming quietly, with a faint bitter and fragrant taste. That smell made me think of life in an instant.

The road of life is long and rugged. Along the way, there is always a mixture of bitterness and fragrance. It would also be nice if it was like the Milla vine in the mountains, where the flowers are blooming and falling, and you can quietly enjoy the sunshine alone.

The greenery, lush vegetation, and rice seedlings in the terraced fields exude a unique earthy smell. I am a child of a village, and the earth was the closest hometown.

It’s just that that year, I packed my bags and traveled far away, thinking that poems and dreams were far away. I walked and walked, time passed by, my hair was dyed white, and the wrinkles in the corners of my eyes and eyebrows recorded the wandering days.

Butterflies cannot fly across the sea. I finally placed the village in my heart and left my body to wander in the city. Only when people reach middle age do they realize that the desire of youth is just to satisfy the absurdity of exploring the wonderful world.

Soil is the desire that is engraved in my bones. Suddenly I wanted to throw myself down and have a close contact with the soil, to feel the thickness and listen to the talk of a grain of soil.

The years are quiet and the reality is stable. Here, these words should be used. A Setaria swayed in the wind. It rained last night, and dewdrops hung on the grass feathers. The Setaria became the protagonist of the mobile phone lens.

The plants and trees in the south of the Yangtze River are all like this, with a compassionate and gentle heart, as if they are all destined to the Buddha. Over time, they have penetrated the Buddha's mind and swayed. All have Buddha nature.

The breeze is fragrant, the breeze blows on your face, it is gentle and light. The wind of Jiangnan is like the stories of Jiangnan, with soft chapters and affectionate rhymes.

Suddenly I remembered the song "Remembering Jiangnan" by Bai Juyi : Jiangnan is good, and the scenery is familiar to me. When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the water on the river is as green as blue. Can you not remember Jiangnan?

Text: Zhen Xiaozhu

Picture: Zhen Xiaozhu