Classical

The Head Shaver
When there is nothing to do, he led the old buffalo around the village. 　　It is not clear who is leading whom, it is an animal with two reins. Hoofprints and footprints like mixed together, and sometimes can not go together. He is directionless, his eyes like two sparrows, skimming here and there. Dark brown horns, rounded back, strong hooves know, he stepped over the soft yellow soil, with wet tongue rolled over the fat grass. It is busier than a man, always chewing and savoring something, whether it is dried marmalade or young grass. Several women in the village have the same tongue as this cow, the past can be mentioned again and again, and the present will become the grass of the past, until the right time to come back to taste, hahaha, he is also like this cow, also remembered something.
By DannyMox4 years ago in Fiction
The Poet and Suicide
Poets die young, and the reason for the early death of the poet, I am afraid that the poet suicide ratio is high and not unrelated.
By DannyMox4 years ago in Fiction
Winter in my hometown
"It's snowing at home today." In the evening, my mother and my aunt in Shandong province video chat, my aunt told my mother about the weather in her hometown in Shandong province. I think it's very difficult to see a snowfall in Hubei, let alone see a snowy picture, so to speak, but also a little miss the winter in my hometown as a child. Although the memory of winter is not as beautiful as spring, summer and autumn, but it also has its own unique characteristics.
By DannyMox4 years ago in Fiction
Insects Lingering
The town where I was born and raised was so small that the east end shouted at the children to eat, and the west end listened really well. Childhood interest is even smaller, never out of the three miles, can only linger with insects, bringing a different kind of joy!
By DannyMox4 years ago in Fiction
The Cooked Wheat
On the way home at the weekend found wheat ripe, the left, the right, all yellow, the next village as well. Too suddenly, you are busy growing up, I am busy living, probably too busy, who has not paid attention to who, I missed your youth, you missed my company, the good thing is that you succeeded, something to do something, all can see the results of your high lift. I remember last October because of the rain, many fields of wheat is waiting until after the cold dew to sow, according to the festival is not late, if there is no rain farming is to end early.
By DannyMox4 years ago in Fiction
The Island Guarded by the Moon
This is the story of an ordinary girl and an ordinary old man. 　　On the day of the little girl's birth, everyone was full of expectation, but when they learned that it was a female child, and an unpleasant one with a hairy face, some people began to speak blatantly and coldly, and the doctor who delivered the baby said unapologetically, "I have delivered so many babies, and I have never seen such an ugly-looking one." The little girl's world was just beginning to build when she was surrounded by unkindness. Later, the old man hurried over, he picked up the little girl with trembling hands, his wrinkled face was full of smiles, his eyes were full of tenderness, he narrowed his smiling eyes and said excitedly: "Girl, good wow! Good ...... Really good!" Hearing the old man's words, the others reluctantly shut their mouths. The old man bought a not cheap firecracker, has been from the hospital to home, it is the loud sound of firecrackers, dispel the darkness in the world of the girl child, also let the newborn girl child feel the warmth of the world.
By DannyMox4 years ago in Fiction
The summer has arrived
When I got up in the morning and saw the bright sunlight shining through the window, I thought all of a sudden: summer, which is so dry and bright, never forgets to be absent and must arrive every year. I also thought of the all-too-familiar feeling of summer, summer and everything that comes with it, all at once: cool mats, sandals, the beach, swimming, taking a shower, eating watermelon, cold food, drinking orange juice and hiding from the sun, hoping for the wind. Summer, because of its bright sun shine, I think even the smell in the air is different, perhaps spring, summer, autumn and winter, each have their own taste. Or just the overall feeling is different, I thought the taste was different. In any case, everything around me is already covered with summer, like turning a button to summer mode, even the whole state of people, are going to change.
By DannyMox4 years ago in Fiction
The Mongolian Girl
The deafening song still comes from next door or the Mongolian girl. 　　Siddhartha Mani said, no matter who you meet, he is the one who should appear in your life, not by chance, he will definitely teach you what to do. I met her four years ago for work reasons, a Mongolian girl. Now I still remember when I first met her, like a lotus flower on the West Lake, quiet, beautiful and dignified, more often than not a word, like the ancient kind of a long time to come out of the house of a lady, and a few strangers when talking cheeks will be flushed with that burst of shyness. After getting acquainted with some of these as much as there is a world of difference, she is like a dandelion, is the kind of wind will be fried, this fried is not the kind of detestable and annoying fried, but some appreciation, this may be the Mongolian blood comes with the kind of bold and frank it.
By DannyMox4 years ago in Fiction
The secret field of my heart
There is a saying in the Cai Kan Tan: "If one is too idle, other thoughts will creep into one's life; if one is too busy, one's true nature will not emerge." The idea is that if life is too idle, other thoughts will creep in; if one is too busy, one will not reveal one's true nature. So how to achieve a perfect state? It is neither to be too idle and fall into evil thoughts, nor to be too busy and have the true self covered up.
By DannyMox4 years ago in Fiction
I am still a child
Give me a piece of candy, I will smile sweetly, give me a hug, my world is full of sunshine, I am still a child, it is perfect, isn't it!
By DannyMox4 years ago in Fiction
I wanted to study but ....
It was 7 pm, the room was dark and nothing was visible but a few books resting on the bookshelf. I just woke up anxiously as I had an exam the very next day. It was the first time I didn’t prepare well for the exam. I was in stress as I wanted to maintain my top position in school. In a hurry, I just had a few snacks and rushed out to my friend’s place. Two guards outside the villa asked me what I wanted. I told who I was and they called for my friend.
By Azhar Malik4 years ago in Fiction
The white pepper
When I got home from work, I received a big bag of dried white chili peppers from my mother. My mother grew a lot of chili peppers in the vegetable garden in my hometown. When the peppers were hanging on the trees, she picked out the good ones and chose a sunny day to dry them into white peppers.
By SondJam4 years ago in Fiction