Monday, October 25, 2010

A pot of orchids (prose)

 Orchids are not expensive, and now there is a pot in my home, it follows that I have a good number of years in a row. Weekdays, all right, I moved a little stool to sit next to it, reading, writing, or tea, thinking about some of the people and things they once experienced.

not like talking about this potted flowers, grass like grass plants, during which there is a very interesting experience it easy to master. The original owner of this orchid sinus name, he and I have been in the same rural high school coach. Apart from teaching, he was buried in a book study, I pour over reading and writing. As two young men, we went to that school. He lives in a dormitory west of my door, I live east of a door in his dormitory. At that time the other teachers in school are mostly married, and we do not, so we two young people have become more than the others since they will be the exchange of promise. Over time, we also have to know each other inside each other's pursuit of ideas. He said he just wanted to test science, to stay in school, read more books, and then go out. I did not know what going out is a specific concept, and I guess he was probably not, but his ideas are supported him progress. I had nothing better to pursue larger, because in the normal time to read a few of the so-called literary books, I wish to point in the future I could write something out of the text.

then work campus village, life is very quiet,UGG bailey button, not a trace to disturb. So in that school in a feeling of hope for the future a better life,UGG boots, we are trying to trace the individual in search of what we in fact are not very clear.

He is my first step out of that school. One day, when a university in the southeast coast of the notice sent to graduate students in his hand, he excited. I am also very excited. He was all excited because the years of grinding hard work and sweat sword of the water finally paying off, I'm excited because I harvested on my side, and a success by hard work and struggle of his life, a vivid example.

colleagues not to bask in a He put the night on weekdays with him any time of the basin of orchids in Hong turn donated to me. He said to me, this trip is very far away, a pot of flowers Buchengjingyi,Bailey UGG boots, if you do not mind reading the night reserved for the night accompanied by solitary thing right. I gladly accepted. Friendship of shared Danru Zealand, may well be a move elegance.

Since then, the time to live so, as fleeting. I belong to my basin of orchids go hand in hand. Orchid is proud of the state without even the posture of unrestrained free flowers and charming, but from my residence, they can have a pot all year round green. In my life and work, they will be kept green in life an uplifting attitude.

especially autumn and winter festival, all depressed, alone green orchids decorate my small room. Village campus, the dead of night. I will basin of the sunlight in the daytime sun orchids diversion to my desk next to the green lamp lights, such as beans, orchid subtle fragrance floating, I started this night, being blamed for my literature. Sometimes the occasion to write to the tip of the brush dried, I screwed all the lamps bright gaze orchid house, and then some recollection of the day tired and rushed, could have a pure heart, meditation, clear your mind some of the.

was at work experienced some personnel changes, from the village into the town to continue my life journey. After a lot of life experience, I heart a lot of material things become more calm.

the world summed up in two words if it is: impetuous. Nowadays in this era is the era of a crazy overdraft, overdraft is like a crazy fashion. Slaves, slave car, credit card debt, almost everything can be endlessly possession; all the love, friendship, love, money is put to a supreme position, until the physical and emotional become a . Therefore, in this era of expanding material desires,UGG shoes, each one of us fare well, very tired. Remember the words of contemporary writers Jiang Zilong some thought-provoking: also how far? But the way I am still the first line.

I do they not grow orchids in a small town then, not much aroma, not war fighting Yan odd gesture, but rather a pot of green and high-spirited struggle upward mobility. Accompanied by a pot of flowers, even to the point in life make me ponder the status of taste, this rare orchid is a good pot of flowers. In fact, in this world, then why most people do not like me? Well we are raising our parents in the sweeping under the strain of orchids being cultivated, and only stubborn to grow up, grow to be worthy of God and pro-long life has given us an opportunity, is not it?

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