Prose essays I met.

Meet the person you want to meet among thousands of people. In thousands of years, in the boundless wilderness of time, neither earlier nor later, you happened to catch up. There is nothing else to say, but gently ask, "Oh, are you there?"

-Zhang Ailing

Meeting is obviously a kind of fate. It never needs a special appointment, and it contains profound Zen, and it is destined to be released unexpectedly in the dark. It's like a long winter, and spring can't be found anywhere. However, on an unknown morning, you are lying in bed lazily, and your tired heart has nowhere to put. Suddenly, a ray of morning sun came out of the window, soft and warm, and the fresh breath came to my face. You look out of the window happily. It seems that all the dead branches have sprouted green shoots overnight, and suddenly, the spring is full. You are surprised to find that you met the long-sought spring so unexpectedly.

When you meet someone, you can't ask. When you meet them, you are so free and casual, just like a stroke of genius. No expectations, no search, no script. Everything is a natural coincidence, but it is appropriate and natural.

The China chapter of life is full of met poems. Every time we meet, our eyes meet, resulting in an unexpected spiritual collision. Crackle, everything has not had time to understand carefully, and the dust has settled. Rolling in the world of mortals, the vast sea of people, who is whose passer-by? Who is whose scenery? Who quietly ignited the feelings of the world? Who filled the cup with poetic years?

Once you pass by, you are a stranger, once you meet, you are far away. A face-to-face meeting will open the title page of a story, which is a long and wonderful streamer. Such stories are long or short, vigorous or silent. Just as maple leaves dance shyly in autumn, paper kites can fly freely in spring breeze. What should happen will happen, even if the story is not perfect. Life is not perfect, already mixed with too many blanks and broken chapters. It is a beautiful supplement and embellishment to meet one by one and express a fleeting time.

Behind the meeting is actually a pair of concerned eyes. Some eyes, erratic, like clouds; Some eyes, a glance, recall life; Some eyes, once you look at them, are forgotten, just like meteors; Some eyes, at first glance, are troubled by dreams.

If you meet the right person at the right time, you are destined to meet a spring flower. Such an encounter, without labels, is full of the most suitable temperature, and Bai Lianhua is in full bloom in each other's hearts. No matter when and where, they can always be soul mates, and the tacit understanding is like the sum of the piano and the harp. Such an encounter, like a poem falling into the dust in the sky, is extremely elegant, like dancing notes, lightly composed into a song, solo a complete life movement.

Every time I meet the snow in winter, I always feel strange. Snow, just like that, quietly came, quietly caught my eye, and quietly left, leaving a peaceful and beautiful scenery in the monotonous winter; Snow, low-key, unpretentious, noble and crystal clear, buried all the filth in the world; Snow, with its broad mind, put all humble creatures under its protection and spent the most difficult time; Snow, not afraid of arrogance, would rather melt itself and remain proudly pure. ...

Walking on the journey of life, I look at the world, and I know the world is looking at me. I pay attention to everyone I want to see with my eyes, and I know there will be eyes that want to see me. Whenever I happen to meet someone as noble as snow at the right time, this encounter of love at first sight has made my most touching legend. I will cherish this * * * time and keep this * * * story quietly. I don't want to be short, but I hope the content is substantial. Then, quietly wandering in the memory, waiting for the sunset to cover the western sky, waiting for the stars to accompany the moon.

I know very well that I am an emotional person, and emotional people are most afraid of leaving. Since we met, why should we separate? Even if we can't wait until the end of time, we can watch the fire from the other side. Because distance is never a problem, but the helplessness lies in the vicissitudes of life in the middle. When we meet, we should get rid of all distractions, let the whole world bloom silently, and let the fleeting wind pass without a trace. As long as each other's world is here all the time, it will be enough without any regrets.

A faint encounter, looking back at a legend, sitting on an inch of happiness. After all, living itself is a miracle, and meeting the world of mortals is a great legend.

Meeting, a good time.

Grateful for all the fate in the world, the moment when eyes meet is worth thousands of warmth. Meet and enrich the text; Decorate with vivid colors; The poetry that has perfected life is the pure beauty endowed by time, which blooms the most beautiful flowers in the depths of the soul and fragrant the journey of life.

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Winter nightclub gives birth to a little coolness, sitting alone in front of the window and letting my heart dance with snowflakes. Looking back in loneliness, the road I walked is still the scenery I can't erase in my life, just like I didn't make an agreement with you that time. Although the season is getting farther and farther away, I often sing softly at midnight, swaying the loneliness of this season. Maybe a lot of things are like sunshine between your fingers, warm and beautiful, but you can never catch them.

The story of the encounter, put pen to paper in the poem of words, like a beautiful paragraph in the air, blooms in a corner of the soul, rendering the tenderness of the past. Dip in a wisp of ink, walk at the end of the pen with a regretless rhythm, and tenderness spreads between the lines. A heart, such as ink; Slight tenderness, years are slightly drunk. The soft waves in the corner of your eyes reflect the little smile between your eyebrows; Your tenderness fills my heart like water. I miss you in a corner, draw a floating world with you, smile at the distant mountains, watch the drizzle moisten the lotus flowers, play a landscape song, keep dark blue words with the notes of knowing each other, and let the warm thoughts melt in a shallow time. The scenery we walked together is clear and clear, as if we met for the first time.

I haven't seen Sanqiu for a long time, and there was a time when I looked nostalgic. I can reach out and hold a deep warmth and write a poem of life for you, which is still fragrant on the paper, but you are no longer in the dim light. The story of how many people come and go under the eaves of the world. The first drop, if the flying catkins fall into my heart, is the loneliness of dreaming back at midnight. Looking back, there is always a feeling of stunning the years; There is always a person who is always gentle with time. Meeting is a light-year fragrance, and missing is a melancholy at the bottom of my heart. Those unforgettable pasts are just the way to bloom with each other when flowers bloom.

I always want to find a sunny and warm morning, walk in the morning breeze and give you the collected flowers and dew. If you receive it, it will be a clear heart. If every encounter in life is the leading edge of accumulation, then I am willing to wade through mountains and rivers and write a smile on my lips into your poem, so that my tenderness can be extended indefinitely; If all the encounters in the world are reunions after a long separation, then I am willing to touch my heart, lean against the warmth of a window like water, and stand as an eternal flower for you, not to let you see how gorgeous I am, but to let you remember and use my past life.

If meeting is doomed to be missed, how can I remember your appearance in a hurry to comfort your loneliness after you leave? If the endings of all stories can be changed by years, how can I copy the past into a full bloom with sincere attachment and let those thoughts about you linger in my soul for a lifetime? In this world, when there is a full moon, there must be joys and sorrows. Along the way, we waited, met and left repeatedly, savoring the loneliness in the earthly wind, and excited for the joy of first meeting, always hoping that time could stay in some beautiful moments. However, time still lingers without a moment's pause.

In the fleeting story, some dreams wake up when they are doing it; Some feelings, love and love will fade; Some people get lost. A road, deep and shallow; A heart is tired when it comes and goes. Is it possible to wait until the years pass and all the unforgettable memories can be laughed off? Is it true that China is no longer rich and all its mistakes can disappear with the clouds? Maybe we won't be willing to take off the world of mortals until we have enjoyed all kinds of scenery, counted the flowing water in ordinary days, got used to the on-off and on-off of the world with a carefree attitude, and began to learn to embrace the happiness in front of us.

Lin said, "We are all passers-by on a snowy night. Because of the encounter friction, we melted the snowflakes on each other's shoulders, and then because of their different routes, they went further and further, and the snowflakes covered our shoulders. " Ending and leaving are destined to be the eternal theme of life. A corner of the world of mortals, half-life fate misty rain, leaving many feelings of the world of mortals, perhaps, some love is only suitable for collection; Some people, only suitable for memories, always have to experience some pain in life to make us unforgettable; Years will always leave some traces, proving that we have gone through and experienced before life is complete. However, how brave you have to be to say goodbye gently; How free and easy to smile and cherish.

A wisp of wind will blow away years of sadness; A tune will ripple in the heart lake. It's so cold this winter that I can't tell you something. It seems to be frozen in the air. Perhaps, there is such a sad corner hidden in everyone's heart; In everyone's heart, there will be a memory that belongs only to him, a sadness of falling flowers or a beauty of flowing clouds, which is the other side that others can't touch and reach. There are some roads in life. Even if you are lonely, you will eventually go on alone. Even if you are lonely again, you will enter the play alone in your own space.

Whose eyes stay in whose heart? Who played with whom? There is a regret that I once loved; There is a kind of forgotten dusty past, with fragrant memories, saying "cherish". Even though there are countless stops in life, it warms the pace of progress. Looking back, it is also the most beautiful scenery in life. With a ray of years' smile, sketch the past with a simple heart and pen, let the heart be bright and beautiful, spread in the corner of time, meet each other happily, and leave with confidence every time, without saying sadness or sadness. If you can still think of it with a smile after many years, that is the most beautiful.

The scenery of life is thousands, gathering and dispersing ordinary; There are thousands of roads in Qian Qian in the world. Sometimes, when you are on and off, you can gently hold a free and easy one and let go of a relief. After vicissitudes of life, it is calm, and after melancholy, it is strong. As long as there is a warm heart, there will be a warm and cool season in winter, and we should learn to cherish the warmth of the sun. Pull a light cloud in the past, find a touch of sunshine to accumulate strength, there is a feeling that people are as light as chrysanthemums, and there is a happy life called fate. Tidy up the dusty mood, relieve the tired mind, and look forward to a calm time. The boat is more secluded after crossing the water, the clouds are bluer, and the scenery is quiet. You can still find smiles everywhere.

The beauty of life lies in the touch of casual harvest. All the petals of memories, those wonderful times that waited for me for a while and accompanied me to interpret tenderness, still spread at the fingertips with a faint fragrance. Like music, the strings of the heart fluctuate, flowing in the heart with the cycle of years and the joys and sorrows of the world. If memory is an old book, some plots can only be fragrant after precipitation.

One day, the pain and joy of the past will become the same color, leaving only a calm heart that will run over the fulcrum of the soul and stand forever. Washing away the lead is a kind of indifferent life realm; It is the tranquility after prosperity; It's far away from noise. On the world of mortals, pick up the poetic heart of words, listen to the whispers of years, write down past feelings between the lines, embrace a kind heart, follow the tireless pace of life, write plain poems into life, and bounce up poems flying at your fingertips. I believe someone will understand, understand my loneliness on a cold night, and understand the faint sadness in my words.

A trip to mountains and rivers, a treasure, a fleeting alley and a series of encounters constitute the richness of life, enchanting between the lines and decorating the lasting and eternal beauty of life. Back to the beginning of the story, how many familiar figures are looming in the silhouette of time; How many warm feelings, in the passage of time, at arm's length. The flowers in the palm of your hand are rippling in the middle of the lake, always telling the past in the depths of time.

In the scenery I have walked through, I have never been alone with you; In my scattered old days, it was sunny for me that you accompanied me. Even if the years fade, even if the time is old, the once prosperity remains in the depths of memory. Remember those regretless efforts in our lives, cherish the feelings we have carried along the way, and let the warmth we have walked together spread without boundaries in our memory. Even if we are disappointed, there will be some sadness, but I believe that the collected emotions are opened in the depths of our souls.

encounter

How many touching encounters will we have in our life?

This is a sunny weekend. I started the car according to the plan I promised the children. We are going to travel to the countryside in the southwest of Shandong. Children who are studying in junior high school should complete an investigation task assigned by the teacher: go to a remote village to investigate and then write an investigation composition. I said to my children, let's go to southwest Shandong, which is our hometown. My father is qualified to be a tour guide for the local customs there.

From Jinan to southwest Shandong, there are newly opened expressways and National Highway 220. I chose the national highway, and I thought I could have a relaxing trip and introduce my son to the rural scenery along the way. My son danced in the car for a semester. He hasn't left town yet. He was very excited when the natural scenery filled the fields.

When I arrived at Dangjiazhuang in the southwest suburb of Jinan, I saw a middle-aged man carrying luggage waving to a bus pulling goods. Coach didn't stop. This is a prison. I guess this person must be someone who wants to go home after serving his sentence. My son and I were alone in the car, so I gave him a lift. I stopped the car. He was surprised to see the car parked in front of him. I asked him: where are you going? He said: Go to Liangshan. On the way, I said, "Come on up." He looked at me shyly, hesitated for a moment and said, "I have no money to take a taxi." I smiled. I said, "My car is not a taxi. I don't want your money. I'll take you on the road. "

He got on the bus with gratitude. Cars are speeding on the rolling mountain road, the outline of the city is gradually drifting away, and the villages scattered on the hillside pass by the window.

"I haven't left that yard for ten years." He couldn't hide his excitement and told me emotionally.

I said, "It's good to be out. After returning home, live a good life. "

"I don't know what's going on at home yet."

"Didn't anyone come to see you at home for ten years?"

"No, I just brought something. I estimate that my wife and children may have left. "

I just know that he is the chief culprit of the taxi robbery that sensationalized Jinan ten years ago. At that time, he and two other dog friends lied about going to Mount Tai and took a new taxi. They knocked out the driver on the road and then drove away. After solving the case, he was sentenced to 13, and was released from prison three years earlier because of his good behavior in prison.

"I lost face at home. Can my wife wait for me? I never thought that others would wait for me. I'm going home now just to see my parents and then come out to work. I have no face to get along in my hometown. "

Looking at his helpless and sad appearance, I said, "Maybe she is still waiting for you. Does she know that you are going home today? "

"A week ago, when I knew the exact time when I was released from prison, I wrote a letter to my family."

"Maybe, your home is waiting for you at the entrance of your village!" I comforted him, although I was not sure what happened to his family.

"My parents have been in poor health, and I don't know if they are still alive. If they were still alive, they wouldn't forgive me. Our family has been a filial family for generations. They expect a lot from me. How could they think that I would become a robber! "

We communicated all the way, getting closer and closer to his home. I can clearly see his desire and anxiety. There are both eager desire and uneasy fear in his eyes.

"The change is too big. At that time, the road was not so wide and the houses in the countryside were not so beautiful. Alas, my house must still be the same, who will turn it over! " He talked to himself.

I don't know how to comfort him. I said, "Let me take you home. You still have heavy luggage. " He immediately refused, saying, "No, no, how dare you? I'm with you all the way. It's enough trouble. "

According to the custom in our region, guests must be invited in for a cup of tea when they get home. I said, "I'm at your door. Won't you let me have a cup of tea? " He blushed and said shyly, "Well, well, go home and have a cup of tea."

He wisely guided the car on the uneven country dirt road, and the car was getting closer and closer to his home. I feel his breathing faster and faster. When I entered the village, I saw him deliberately lowering his head. Just as we turned into an alley, he immediately shouted, "Stop the car! Stop the car! " He jumped before the car stopped. I saw an old man, a middle-aged woman, a teenager, and several blind dates standing in the alley.

I saw tears in his eyes and immediately jumped out of the car and knelt in front of the old man.

My son and I got out of the car and watched them. I saw the firm and happy expression on his face, as well as his powerful moving feet and straight waist. I asked my son, "Do you know what kind of life story this is?"

The son said, "I see, the prisoner's family didn't abandon him because of his crime."

Yes, they didn't abandon him. They expect him to return to his home and he can start a new life.

We went to his house for a few cups of tea and then returned to Jinan. Because I know that my son has received the most concrete and profound life education, and his investigation has also gained unexpected results.

The children's holiday is coming, so we decided to travel by car. Three people drove along the Jinyangchuan Canyon Highway in the southern suburbs of Jinan towards Mount Tai. The canyon is about 50 kilometers long. Next to the winding river at the bottom of the canyon is the 103 national road from Jinan to Taishan.

We have walked this road many times. Every fork in the road, every hill and every village are very familiar, and we are already familiar with the scenery along the way.

This time, the wife said, let's find an unfamiliar path and drive deep to see if we can find strange scenery. The child also danced and said, yes, just go where you have never been.

We found an intersection and turned into the mountain road in the direction of Happy Valley. The road is narrow, it is difficult to get on the wrong bus, but it is smooth. From time to time, there are farm snacks along the way, and farmers also sell wild game and mountain products on the roadside. However, as we go forward, the mountain road becomes rugged, the trees on both sides become more and more lush, the farmers become more and more sparse, and the significance of human settlement becomes weaker and weaker.

Just around the corner, I found an orchard. There are several straw houses in the orchard, and there is a slate table by the roadside. There are some fruits and mountain products on it, including chestnuts, walnuts, hawthorn, red dates, pears and apples. Obviously, these are all fruits in this orchard.

But there was no one beside the slate, the car stopped, honked the horn several times, and no one came. Suddenly, a rhubarb dog came out of nowhere, howled twice, and stood beside the slate like a guard, guarding the fruit and mountain products. Then, a little girl with two braids appeared out of nowhere. She asked us: Do you want it?

Seeing that she was seven or eight years old, I asked her: What about your adult? She answered me very seriously: my mother went home and had something to do at home. I am more and more curious: do you know how to sell these, and how much should they cost? She smiled cunningly and said, whatever, my mother said, adults don't fool children.

Looking at us, she smiled and took out some money from her pocket, proudly and successfully showing off to us: Look, I sold all these today, a lot.

We chatted, and my wife and children chose several things, chestnuts, hawthorn, apples and walnuts. Yes, it's time to weigh it, but she doesn't have a scale here.

The wife asked her: How much should we give you for these things? She looked at us seriously and said, I said, you can give whatever you want.

We are really puzzled. We really don't know the price and weight of these things here. The girl is busy putting things into several small baskets for us, which are exquisite fruit and wood baskets that she weaves herself.

My wife looked at me and said, we don't know how much it should be, so just give her 50 yuan. Should not be less. The child is so naive.

She happily put a 50 yuan bill her wife gave her into her pocket. Without looking at the amount and authenticity of the money carefully, she shouted that rhubarb dog had disappeared into the orchard.

We put some small baskets in the car and went back the same way. Along the way, the little girl's shadow shook in front of my eyes.

What a simple orchard, what a simple farmhouse, what naive children, what a fair deal.

Last spring, I moved to a new residential area in the south of the city. The residential area is built on the mountain with beautiful scenery. It is a very standard residential area in modern cities. Residents living in the community, mostly people in the cultural and artistic circles of this city, drive in and out in private cars, and everyone's face seems to be written with happiness and happiness.

At the beginning, the residential property was not perfect, the cleaners were absent from time to time, and public health was very poor. Everyone gives suggestions to the management department, hoping to find a fixed cleaner and share the salary of the cleaner.

Soon, our community really has a farmer-style cleaner. He is in his fifties, his hair is half white and his accent is not local. We all call him Lao Chen. He is very serious. According to the regulations, he can sweep to the floor of each unit, and the residents in the building are responsible for it themselves. But he always cleans the corridor clean. He said, everyone is busy, so it doesn't matter if I do more. Moreover, he does not finish cleaning once a day, but gets up at 5: 00 every morning to clean for the first time and 1 at night to clean for the second time. If it's windy and rainy, he will clean it more often. In short, as long as the ground is dirty, he will clean it. He always said that people gave us money, not to say that it was stipulated to sweep several times a day, but to make the community clean and unsanitary, which was our fault. His kindness and diligence have won people's trust. People naturally regard him as a member of the community. When they meet him, everyone will stop and talk to him.

With the deepening of understanding, the situation about him spread in the community. He comes from the southwest of Shandong, and two children go to college in our city. He found the job through his relatives who work in our community management department. 600 yuan to finish a month's work, pick up waste in the community, and earn hundreds of dollars a month. In this way, with the income of children as tutors, the cost of going to school will drop. You can also send some money back to your hometown every month, and the daily necessities at home are enough.

He lives on the ground floor of a garbage building outside the community. Because the garbage building has two floors, the upper floor is filled with garbage, and the lower floor is a small house of five or six square meters. In order to facilitate the garbage truck, the top of the ground floor of the garbage building is inclined, so half of the small houses can't stand straight. But he is very satisfied with the house. He said it was great to find such a free place to live in this city, which would save a sum of money.

On a Saturday night, when I went to take out the garbage, I heard cheerful laughter coming from a small house. I knocked at the door, and it turned out that his two sons were coming. After tutoring others, they came together. The boss also bought a big watermelon, and the three of us ate watermelon together and talked about happy things. When they saw me, they politely asked me to sit on the edge of the bed. Two children, one studying computer and the other studying Japanese, are talking about their own school. Both children's clothes are simple, but they can't hide their talent and intelligence at all. I can see that they are sharp-eyed, confident and optimistic.

Mr. Chen told me that you can't have a good sleep. As long as two little guys come, the three of them will squeeze into a small bed, and they can't talk all night if they are happy. Many days have passed, and the shadow of their family of three always shakes in front of my eyes. I think what a happy family this is. Compared with people living in tall buildings, they have a lot of happiness, and their days are just as happy.

The cultural market in this city is very active. Birds and flowers, books and paintings, small department stores quietly spread out on the hillside, bustling.

My residence is nearby, only a few hundred steps away. Maybe you can find a very rare book in those dozens of second-hand bookstores, or you can buy a wonderful ancient painting in the painting market, which is often the case.

One afternoon, I walked east along the hillside, which was a book stall and a painting market. I walk and watch, and I can't feel the end. Further east, there is a temporary shed. There are many sheds like Jinan, which can be seen in almost all construction sites. I don't know what kind of motivation is guiding me, but I'm going to go on and have a look at the shed. There are about a dozen sheds, all of which are simply built with bricks and covered with asbestos tiles to keep out the rain. I looked at them one by one from west to east. Some are used to store grain, rice and building materials, some are pots and stoves, and some are dormitories for people to live in. There is no bed in the dormitory, some hay is scattered on the ground, and there are some worn mats on the hay.

Seeing this, there is a bitterness in my heart. There is no door in the house, just a rectangular hole, and no one has seen it. I walked to the end of a house and finally saw a man. He squatted on the mat and read a book in his hand. Curiosity drove me into it. I am very interested. Why didn't he go to the construction site? Is responsible for watching or resting or something.

I stood opposite him. He sat up straight without hostility, greeted me politely and put the book on a pile of bedding behind him. I saw the cover of that book, which was about the professor's cultural journey. He folded a page in the article Tao Tatu. Obviously, he is reading here. I was very surprised. In such a shed, someone is reading a solemn cultural journey, not Jin Yong, not Qiong Yao, not San Mao. The young man sitting opposite me with disheveled hair, purple face and disheveled clothes is not a vulgar migrant worker at once. I looked at him with calm eyes, which were full of wisdom. He said that he had read the book for the third time. I asked him about the origin of this book, and he said that he sent money home after he got paid last month, which was saved from the rest of his living expenses. He said that books are very expensive now, and you can only buy one book a month. He showed me two books from a paper box in the corner. One was Qian Zhongshu's Surrounding, and the other was Zhou Zuoren's Talking about the Days.

A heavy emotion swept through my mind. It's a poor living expense to squeeze out the living expenses and buy such a serious book. He is a rural man. He failed in the college entrance examination and married a daughter-in-law, but he didn't want to be isolated in the countryside, so he followed his fellow villagers to Jinan. He doesn't have my sad mood at all. He is very proud of his job and income. Earn a month's money, send some money home, and then you can buy all kinds of expired newspapers and magazines on the street. He took out some folded newspapers from the box and showed them to me. Those are the articles he published in the supplements of several local newspapers. He told me confidently that he worked here for several years, earned some money to buy some books, and then went home to write stories about this country.

I invited him to my home, and I gave him some of my recently published books. I signed my name on every book and wrote a word of encouragement. His face lit up and he began to read blindly at the moment.

From then on, he often came to my house and he became my friend. This friend of mine occupies an important position in my mind. I think his life, his life, is much more meaningful and valuable than those who go in and out of high-rise buildings every day for wealth. His work is humble to some people, but his heart is noble.

In ordinary days, in ordinary moments, those beautiful and warm encounters will always shake before my eyes from time to time, becoming the inspiration of my life and the harbor of my soul. Those ordinary and ordinary people, those people in ordinary scenes, have nothing earth-shattering, but meeting them has brought me lifelong benefits.