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Broad Prose 1 Spring Festival Evening. Thousands of weeping willows are reflected in the river, making the water waves swing gently into green folds with the wind.

The moon is rising slowly. In the little lights of the world, winter jasmine is happy to welcome the arrival of spring on the branches; The blush of peach blossoms seems to have been blown away by the night wind, and it is not as beautiful as during the day.

At dusk, I sat at my desk, listening to Ka Kui Wong's "Broad Sky" over and over again. The tone of the guitar touched the faint fragrance of flowers and danced in the night sky.

"Catch up with the wind and rain, the fog is unclear, and the sky is wide. You and I will change (who will not change). "

Yes, everyone is changing.

As if yesterday's fields were still cold; Today, however, the colors of green and flowers are full of hope.

In those years, I spent year after year with them, standing on the back of the mountain. We are in the arms of the mountains, looking for an inexhaustible source of happiness. Use pine needles as matches in the furnace cavity; Picking the wild fruits pecked by birds, my cheeks are bulging ... Now, I can see the mountains in the past, but I can't find the mountains that I was with. The feeling that things are different, I feel a little painful when I hear this lyric.

When my eyes were gradually wetted by the mist-like moisture in the song, I imagined a simple-hearted woman, ignoring cold eyes and ridicule, having no external force to rely on, relying on herself and marching on the ideal road step by step. Even if she is in a trance for a moment on the road or feels lost, she will be blown away by the wind, swept away by the rain and evaporated by the sun. So I persisted and walked to this evening. Just like the songwriter of this song, I'm not afraid of falling down one day, but I'm still free to sing my song forever, and walk Wan Li Road!

Tayu Lo once said, "Apart from Ka Kui Wong, there are no real musicians in Hongkong. It is a miracle that such a person came to this world, and God will not send music angels to this world again. "

Although there is no music angel Ka Kui Wong in the world, the melody of the vast sky has always existed in people's living space, and his ideal has been realized. This is the soul of Broad Sky, which perfectly matches the last sentence "I am afraid that one day it will only be you * * *", extending the artistic conception to infinity.

Broad Prose 2 Listening to Xu Wei's Love in Childhood, there is a warm current in my heart. The world in front of us began to become empty and clear. And I seem to be standing alone by the sea, watching the tide sigh gently at my feet. I heard the real singing in my heart. Those beautiful seasons, time goes back. The wind blows my hair and I smile. I am the boy, fluttering in white, dancing with the wind, singing hard for life and running hard for freedom.

I looked up at the sky and felt two lines of hot and humid tears crawling across my cheeks. In an instant, I fell in love with loneliness. I pointed my fingers in the sun and watched them change different shadows in the sun. And I seem to have returned to the scene of chasing my friends in the sun with a mirror when I was young. In those vibrant summers, we stood in the scorching sun, holding a mirror in our hand, refracting the round light spot onto the mottled wall. We danced freely with lenses in our hands, so those bright apertures began to dance with them. We will never get tired of this game. Young people are full of the pursuit of light. Curious about the world. Those vigorous vitality, like mushrooms after rain, grow wantonly.

In my young memory, the golden rice fields that have gone far away, the planes with paper stacks, a string of green grapes, smooth marbles, the 38th parallel carved on the table, bright red test papers, beautiful poems, touching songs and love letters full of laughter and tears are all so real but so strange. With the dream of freedom, the boy in white came to this ordinary place. Just like an ordinary article. One or two wonderful poems occasionally splashed are also dusty in the soil of years and can no longer be dug up.

Along the way, I chased the light and dreams. Those pictures full of tears, I will always cherish in my heart. Ordinary us have the same happiness and sadness. Those shallow joys and transparent sorrows are still being staged today, like a never-ending drama. And I know that there will always be a curtain call in life. At the end of the song, people will disperse, fireworks will be everywhere, and people will go to the building. But fortunately, I have worked hard to bloom and can fall on my own life stage, but I have no regrets.

Now when I recall that happy time, my heart will ache faintly. And those things that once brought me infinite sadness now seem insignificant. I thank life for giving me strength. I am willing to share my happiness and sadness with you. Dear friends, when I think of you, I feel at ease. If one day, you also leave me, I think, I will continue to walk bravely alone. Because I deeply understand that each of us is so lonely in this world. We are all unique legends in this world. And this legend needs us to write attentively, accumulate with time, light with dreams and prove with actions.

Broad sky, flying freely. My wings are my dreams, and my dreams are my wings. I think, as long as a person is strong enough inside, he can be fearless and go forward bravely. Facing the trivial and complicated reality, I need a quiet and strong heart. Let me bravely face all the unknowns in my life, spread my wings and fly to that vast world!

The courtyard is full of prosperity, but the east wind is weak. It falls to the ground and flourishes, making many vicissitudes and rushing with the years.

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"I used to doubt that I was walking in the desert/I never got the result/No matter what dreams I planted/I just spread my wings/the wind became silent/I was used to the pain/can I count as a harvest?" There was a cry of wild geese in the distance. I looked up at the sky and wanted to be moved. However, for a long time, I could only let my heart overflow with sadness. Cover your eyes with your hands, quietly, let go of everything, the wind is lingering in your ears, and you still have to go. Open your eyes, the world is so empty that nothing can be left. When I got these years, I left too many things behind. In my mottled memory, I repeatedly staged displacement. Stumbling all the way has changed me. When I no longer believe in Andersen, I want to question human nature. I asked myself: What do I want and what can I give? The answer is: I just want to get something for nothing. Probably people are like this, just want to have and hate to pay. When I give less, I get less, but I lose more. I want to run hard and be full of youthful enthusiasm. However, I must stay where I am and look for what I have lost. People call it confidence. "indifferent person/thank you for looking down on me/not letting me bow my head/doing better work" Unconsciously, I felt the indifference of the world and hid my warm heart. I make public, just to prove that I shine more than others; I am grandiose, just trying to resist the ridicule of others after failure. Disdain and indifference became expressions, but my heart was occupied by doubts. I began to doubt my ability. No matter how arrogant I am, I can't hide my anxiety. I sighed silently: did the flower seeds ever doubt that they would not bloom? Do fruit trees doubt that they can't bear fruit? But why am I so insecure? Maybe others' doubts about me made me start to doubt myself. Looking at the evolution of everything, time tells me that there will always be something new and something dead. This is the law. Holding on to the past is a blasphemy against the future. When time runs out, everything will be like smoke blown away by the wind. Life is like a play, always live. The play, good or bad, can only be played slowly. When praise disappears and criticism follows, I thank those who look down on me. They let me know that I am looked down upon and let me live in reality forever. "The sea and the sky are the same color/after the storm/turning around/laughing at the old sadness", you can still see leopards in the tube, and you may still see the sea and the sky in the canyon? The heavy rain poured down, and the yard was full of yellow flowers, which made people haggard. It is a law that any glory will decline.

Life geometry, don't entangle things that shouldn't be entangled; If life is a dream, why not believe in yourself and make it to the end? In the end, no one will be defeated, and there will always be a turning point. I will plant a seed in the soil and wait for the prosperity of the next season. "The person who knows me best/Thank you for your silent company all the way/Let me have a wonderful story." A petal falls on my hand, smells the fragrance in my nose, and removes all the sadness that has been there. Let the wind blow them away. I will accompany those who love me to see-see the future, step by step.

Prose on the Broad Sky 4 Recently, I heard a friend sing the song "Broad Sky" and felt a lot.

The lyrics are written like this: I once doubted that I would never end up dreaming when I was walking in the desert, but when I spread my wings, the wind was silent, and getting used to the pain could be regarded as a kind of gain. Fortunately, I didn't look back and finally found an oasis. Every sweat makes my life heavy, and I see a new universe when I get out of depression.

Many times, we always want to live a comfortable life, with a stable job, generous salary, friendly friends and a beautiful family ... We always hope that our career and feelings will be smooth sailing without too many ups and downs. However, many people are not born so smoothly, and we have to go through many hardships and pains. Of course, these so-called experiences are not God's punishment for us, on the contrary, they are often a kind of exercise for our hearts. It's just that some people experience it early and some people face it late. For the former, it may be premature to understand the injustice of life, and they will better face all kinds of setbacks and difficulties in their later lives, which can make our character stronger. Of course, maybe this is the test of life for us, but I still hope that this kind of thing can come later and let myself play for a few more years, hehe. ...

However, the arrival of the latter is often a great blow to us, especially when we grow up in a smooth environment. It is a painful experience for sudden changes or setbacks or difficulties, which often has a great impact on our mature personality, so the lyrics finally wrote:

Broad sky, after being brave

Break the lock of fate with persistence

A cold person

Thank you for underestimating me.

Let me do more wonderful work without bowing my head.

So I have always comforted myself and my friends like this: life is beautiful, the world is wonderful, attitude determines life, and personality determines fate. In the magnificent journey of life, we will show our elegance, publicize our personality and write our own gorgeous chapters with our own hands.

A friend once said: if you don't pursue the result, there will be no pain.

So, since we pursue results, if there is pain,

Then, my friend, please believe in yourself, the vast sky is free to fly!

On the journey, we are not alone, and we still have many people who care about us.

Friends, if you encounter any difficulties in your journey, please talk to your friends, and remember that friends give us the strength to move forward, the strength to overcome ourselves, and the continuity of mountains and rivers.

Friends on the journey, have a good trip!

Am I too idealistic? Imagine that everything is so beautiful, but in the end it is different. Will you get hurt?

How to calm your emotions!

I've always been angry with others recently. I don't know what I care. Probably really tired ...

Two days ago, I was top-heavy and accidentally stepped on it, hurting myself and breaking my knee.

Look at my little injury, because I don't want others to see my fragility, so only I know how uncomfortable I am.

The joke in front of people is as gentle as ever, but what about after people? Still very tired.

Sometimes I laugh at myself for not being firm enough, telling myself to stick to my ideals and go on well! However, the change of reality suddenly made me feel at a loss, and some of them couldn't find themselves … even the original nervous mood …

What is wrong with me?

"Broad sky" and atmospheric vocabulary!

The sky is wide, but I don't think I am free.

For what? No matter how big the sky is, the place to live is only a narrow "few tiles", and I have struggled for it all my life.

How sad and unfortunate?

Everyone does. Will you be an exception?

Am I too sad?

However, we should stick to our ideals and beliefs. Because there is still tomorrow, inaction is more sad than fatigue, isn't it?

I will still do it well! For myself, for tomorrow, for my future, for the future!

Come on!

Boda Prose 6 had two Chinese classes yesterday, both of which were midterm exams. Although they explained the same thing, the effect was quite different.

In the first class, when explaining an advertisement about cherishing water resources in vivid and concise language, I asked the students with a perfect score of 3 to raise their hands. In the class of more than 60 students, more than 20 students raised their hands. When I sampled from three students who were raising their hands to read their advertisements, they wrote: "Saving water is an important measure to implement the sustainable development strategy;" Vigorously promote water-saving domestic water equipment; Saving water and protecting water resources is the common responsibility of the whole society. " I said, "These three public service advertisements are very concise and accurate." I asked again, "Students with full marks should answer it again, and it is best to express it vividly." At this point, none of the students raised their hands, let alone stood up and answered. After repeated urging, nothing happened. I was a little annoyed and severely criticized the students: I am only a senior one, just like a senior three student, I don't like to talk and like to play deep. If this continues, will it not become a silent Chinese teaching? "When he said this, the classroom was even quieter, making people feel as if they had walked into a refrigerator. Fortunately, this Chinese class is only a few minutes away from class, and the embarrassing scene will soon end.

The next one will teach the same thing When talking about this question, please raise your hand if you still ask the students full marks first. There are 3 1 person. I didn't stand up and read my own advertising words like the students who were in a hurry to call the roll last class. Instead, I said, "Boys and girls, it's great that you have so many full marks. The teacher is happy for you! " Then he said, "from the full marks of so many students' advertising words, please choose the best advertising words in each group." You should discuss it first and choose four sentences from the best ones. Think that the group is divided into four groups, write them on the blackboard, and then the students choose to have a look. Compare which group of advertising words is the best! " The four groups actively discussed, quickly selected the best advertisement, wrote it on the blackboard, and then actively debated and evaluated it. Finally, a group of public service advertisements with the best quality are selected, namely: 1. If humans don't save water and protect the environment from now on, the last drop of water they see will be their own tears. 2, protect water resources, life is really eternal. 3.70% people are water, and the water you pollute will pollute you sooner or later. Leave pure water to the next generation. Water is the source of life, the lifeblood of agriculture and the blood of industry. Then, I arranged for the students to copy these four water-saving advertising words in their notebooks, and the class was over as soon as they copied them.

Commenting on the same content, due to different organizational methods, the teaching effect is very different. I have also taught the same knowledge points above. Because I absorbed the failure lesson of the first class, when I was teaching in the second class, I first enthusiastically encouraged students to be the masters of learning and took the initiative to choose twice, which was very positive and the teaching effect was obvious.

I think when our teaching is deadlocked, teachers should never blame students, but actively encourage them to find the best way to organize teaching and strive to achieve the best teaching effect!

I have only lived in Shitanjing for 20 years. From the age of 20 to the present, 27 years have passed, and the past is revived. The significance of Shitanjing is equivalent to my hometown.

Like to recite, since childhood, every time I fill in all kinds of information about the place of origin, I will use standard China workers to write down the words Gaomi. If someone asks me, I will be happy to answer that I am from Shandong. I don't know why, every time I say I'm from Shandong, I always add in a low voice that I'm actually from Shitanjing, but my ancestral home is Shandong.

Why is the memory of my hometown Shandong blank? The answer is that I have never been back to my hometown. It is probably rare for a 47-year-old man to have an ancestral home and never go back.

Shandong's development in recent years ranks among the best in major provinces and cities in China. This is a fact that everyone has a vision, and it is also my proud capital. So when people ask me, I will be happy to say that I am from Shandong. But in my heart, I have been whispering that I am from Shikanjing. This rarely happened when I was a child, when my parents were still there. They often talk about my hometown. Although I have never been back, I am already familiar with things in my hometown. It was not until I was 20 years old that I left Shikanjing and separated from the places and people there for a long time that I realized the profound significance of Shikanjing, the place where I grew up, in my life.

Since my parents died one after another, my hometown Gaomi, Shandong Province has gradually become the warmest dream place in my heart, because it is a hot land for raising my parents. I miss my parents, and I miss the land where my parents were born. The earliest news about Gaomi was seen in the semi-monthly talk. I can't remember the year and issue. I only remember that Gaomi was rated as one of the top 100 counties in China. Seeing the news, I am proud that I am a dense person. Although Gaomi is miles away from me, I still can't help but want to refuel. I heard the news about Gaomi again in 20xx. When I saw that Mo Yan won the 20xx Nobel Prize in Literature, I immediately told my friend Ning that I was Mo Yan's hometown, near Gaomi. I found it funny afterwards. I know Mo Yan. Does Mo Yan know me? A countryman who grew up in a foreign land across Qian Shan!

Gaomi, Shandong, Shitanjing, Ningxia, two place names in two provinces and cities, have been haunting my life and have far-reaching roots with me. Gaomi, Shandong successfully removed the hat of a poor county. Carboniferous Wells-Three coal mines have almost exhausted their coal reserves. At present, several surrounding coal mines are still in production, with considerable anthracite reserves and few bituminous coal reserves.

Carboniferous well is located in the hinterland of Helan Mountain. Mosquitoes are rare, and it is cool in summer. It is said that a tourist-oriented scenic spot may be built in the future. After the residual mining of Carboniferous wells, the broken walls of self-built houses evacuated from mined-out areas and some old bungalows have been cleaned up, and trees have been planted everywhere in the vacated places and mountains. After the tourist area is really completed, it will be a summer resort for tourists.

The economic development, urban planning and GDP growth rate of Shitanjing in Ningxia and Gaomi in Shandong are certainly not at the same level. But for me who grew up in Ishii, Ishii is undoubtedly a much more important place than Gaomi.

Shitanjing is the place where I once lived, which makes me miss, and it is also the place that most people who once lived in Shitanjing never forget. Like me, most people who walk out of Shijing live in Yinchuan, Ningdong, Wuzhong, Lingwu, Roy, Helan and Dawukou, and are scattered all over the country. These people who go out live in buildings, and every household burns natural gas instead of coal, briquettes, briquettes or gas. What we eat and use now can't compare with what we used to use. I believe it is not an exaggeration to use the metaphor of an image in heaven and earth. I went to Helan the other day to see my second brother and second sister-in-law. There is a fruit bowl on the coffee table at home, which contains washed cherries and nectarines. I remember visiting them when they were still living in Shitanjing. The fruits they entertain at home are nothing more than some common seasonal fruits such as apples and pears. Looking at the trees outside the window, several years have passed, and the trees are taller than the second floor where their family lives. Have yisow sighed and said, if it weren't for moving out of the carboniferous well, people living in the building didn't know it was Na Yue! The life of people who walked out of the carboniferous well has undergone earth-shaking changes.

Although life has changed a lot, Ersao still feels that she lives in a charcoal well and gets along well with her neighbors. But the scene at that time was yesterday's yellow flower, and it never reappeared in Helan's life. What Shitanjing people miss is the grounded lifestyle brought by that place, the pleasure of the host visiting western people at will when living in a bungalow, the pleasure of cooking food and inviting neighbors to taste it together, and the friendship of helping everyone when something happens. These are the best memories that time can't take away and stay in the deep heart. Not material wealth, but spiritual wealth.

On the weekend of 8 days, the unit was on duty, and a tall young figure came in. Looking up from the book, I saw the handsome Mark. On the phone, he suddenly came to me. I smile: I have imagined this scene many times before, but when it really happens, it is just ordinary.

We were introduced last year and spent 40 days together. We didn't develop into lovers and finally broke up. At that time, judging him by his boyfriend's standards, there were many subtle dissatisfaction and complaints. I always feel that his concern is not meticulous enough. He doesn't come to see me very often. He didn't realize how I felt, but he had a lot of negligence ... The night before the National Day holiday, he didn't come to see me. He called to ask. He is actually playing games in the Internet cafe. I am angry and bitter. Tell him goodbye at once.

After emotional separation, I felt regret and nostalgia for a long time. I remembered all his beauty: the firm figure rushing forward in the dark, the way of lighting cigarettes with a jacket against the wind, the naughty smile and the unique voice. ...

Later, I started to contact. I wonder if "friend" is a tacit excuse. Only with the deepening of understanding, gradually found that each other's personality is really not suitable for together. We gradually became good friends who talked about everything in the true sense.

I regard him as my brother, and I always seek comfort from him when I feel gloomy and bad. I am not afraid to let him see my weakness and helplessness, my darkness and rudeness. At that time, we all had new lovers. We still maintain a friendship as clear as water. Occasionally on the phone, but rarely meet. He always exaggerates how happy he and his girlfriend are. I am confused and as hard on my boyfriend as before. He led me and said, "How did this happen? You have to call him, too also want to be good to him, in fact, men also need to care about ... "

But fate is unreasonable, and his love affair is still the end of one section and the beginning of another. My story goes on. This time it was my turn to teach him a lesson: "You get along well with her, how can you end it so easily?" Cherish it and fight for it! "

Over the past year, many things have happened, many detours have been taken, and I have been suspicious, alienated, misunderstood and annoyed about him ... but after all this, I really can understand his temperament. His feelings are warm and meager, but they are always there; He is a big boy who loves to play, just like Beyond's song: "Forgive my unrestrained love and freedom in my life". I don't want to be bound, and it is hard to be bound. ...

We get along so well only because I regard him as my brother and friend, and I no longer have any expectations and requirements for him. The experience gained from this incident made me let my lover go with the flow. In a relaxed atmosphere, it is easier to see a real partner and feel his way of expressing warmth. I no longer guess each other's thoughts, and I no longer associate small things with love or not. Love becomes simple, peaceful and happy. There is no longer so much pain, fatigue and torture.

"How much pain do two hearts have to go through before they can fully understand each other?" Occasionally, in the cold autumn wind and under the gloomy sky, I met Mark by chance. When greeting, he laughed at me: "You wear so little, go home quickly." When I left, I turned my head inadvertently and found him staring back. There was a short absence at that moment. There is a section of road that we walked together. Looking back now, I have lost my initial joy and quietly throbbed in the center; There is no subtle temptation, repeated speculation. Today, between us, there are more bright moons and breezes, quiet and indifferent, and vast scenery.