DannyMox

Joined June 2022

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The look of love
Walking on the road to pick you up to meet your favorite baby with an unconscious smile on your face. 　　An old movie "Love Letter" was told on the radio. Watanabe Hiroko's eyes are still so charming. She looks at the snow-filled sky and thinks about her lover who can never come back. In the movie, a love letter that was ten years late, a heartbreaking confession that traveled through the years and eventually came from heaven. Some people say that "Love Letter" is the ultimate in love in the history of the silver screen, but also the most persistent companionship and the most complex long love in life.
By DannyMox4 years ago in Families
The Rain in Borgangji
Boer Qiang Ji rarely rain, even if it is raining is accompanied by overcast clouds and the moment, the air is just moist, the ground has not felt, the rain has long gone. For some reason, it really rained last night in Bolqangji, which is a very rare thing, and it rained a little violently, although it was also accompanied by overcast clouds, the evening sunset disappeared in a cloudy and colorful haze, destined to happen something, perhaps that is the fusion of poetry and distant places. Soon after nightfall, the wind outside the window became louder and louder, followed by the sound of thunderbolt, you can hear the sound of rain hitting the roof, through the window glass, you can vaguely see the shadow of the rain, judging from the sound and movement, the rain has been very big, completely breaking the record of Boqangji not raining.
By DannyMox4 years ago in Families
Martial Arts in My Dream
I still remember in that night-covered city, four friends sitting on a high terrace looking at the sporadic lights below, a cigar passed in each other's hands, the thick body of the cigar was hard to suck, so I could only hold it in my mouth, the taste of the burning tobacco was a little bitter, a little pungent. On the low table between the two, the small stereo was playing a love song by Li Zongsheng, and the low voice was full of love for someone who didn't know if it was true or not. We accompanied by wine shallow conversation for a moment on the future of the idea, laughing and flirting with the upcoming into the jianghu and slightly childish face, perhaps drunkenness has long brought it to the real dream world.
By DannyMox4 years ago in Fiction
That Dark Night
When I was a child, I went to the mountains to herd cattle, and my great-grandmother used to tell me to hurry home before dark, and to beware of the wild spirits that would come and go on the roads less traveled, because if the spirits were taken away, the children would get all kinds of diseases and might not grow up. Sitting on a small wooden stool in front of the fire in the dark, the old ancestor would talk about various legends of the night.
By DannyMox4 years ago in Fiction
It's snowing in Bolqangji
Late autumn in Bolqangji is still as true to nature and still as true to the public as it was in the past. 　　At the edge of Balikun Grassland, at the end of Balikun Lake, there is a large area of endless, open and faraway wilderness Gobi, last year's autumn is this kind of solemn gray, this summer's rain washed away a layer of deposited gray, the wilderness from a year of gray, but it turns out that the wilderness below not only people know coal and other mineral resources, and sand onion and other green vegetation. As if the rain saw hope, one after another underground, the Gobi nourished into a green wilderness, know the name of a variety of wild grasses and wildflowers do not know the name are competing to open. The Gobi wilderness in Bolqangji, under the love of God and the love of the rain, showed an unprecedented style. Although not as beautiful and spectacular as imagined, people who have witnessed the past of Bolqangji have already been very satisfied, not daring to hope for a greater miracle to happen.
By DannyMox4 years ago in Fiction
The Red Flag
When I was a child, my grandparents had books with pictures in their house. There were many books in the west room. Because the paintings, many of which were in color, attracted the eyes and curiosity of children. On the book covers, many were tall portraits, some in gray Zhongshan uniforms with eight-horned hats; others in green uniforms with bright red lapel pins sewn on and military caps. He often stood alone majestically, sometimes sitting on a chair, standing in front of the city tower, holding the hand of an old farmer. Grandpa said that was Chairman Mao, the greatest man in the world.
By DannyMox4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Boat Festival in Long Island
The beauty of Long Island is the beauty of relaxation, food and ocean scenery. But we had quite a bit of trouble for this beauty appreciation trip. Because the weather forecast said that there are high winds at sea, coupled with the Dragon Boat Festival holiday everyone travel at the same time, the first day of our self-drive trip, we only did a high action: into the island.
By DannyMox4 years ago in Fiction
Night Talks in the Glowing Window
Now it's already 2:00 am, insomnia is tormenting me again habitually, I got up and draped the light beige woolen jacket to the windowsill, since I wore it to see you this spring, you said it looked good, I always wear it unconsciously, even when you're not there, it always feels as if you can see it. Just like the poem written by Kurayang Gyatso - "The snow lotus is blooming / open on the top of the iceberg / I can't see / but I can think about it / think about it is just as beautiful / looks beautiful / not as beautiful as thinking about it / you are beautiful when you are there / which is as beautiful as / you are not there ". I don't want to just pretend to be what you like in front of you, just as the snow lotus blooms, you come it will bloom, you don't come it will also bloom, you come when it blooms beautiful, you don't come when it blooms is also so beautiful, always preparing for your arrival, never because of your sudden arrival and panic, caught off guard. When you can't see it, I am still the same me that you have in mind.
By DannyMox4 years ago in Fiction
The death of my begonia
Yesterday, my mother called me to tell me that the begonia in front of the door had died. Her tone was particularly calm, but before she hung up the phone I could clearly hear her chanting, "I wonder if it will sprout again in the spring.
By DannyMox4 years ago in Fiction
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
Chinese house and Western house
In the training class, the teacher talked about this issue: at present in China, the house can be said to be a necessity for marriage, any pair of men and women talking about marriage, the first thing must first solve the housing problem. And the house must be bought, the ownership must belong to the couple itself, as if only then, these two people are considered to have a real place to live. If it is rented, temporarily borrowed, or parents' property, then it is equivalent to no place to live. But in the West it is different. Westerners before the age of forty can buy a house is definitely an exception, before the age of forty, whether married or not, most of them are renting a place to live, or other channels to obtain a place to live, in any case, not their own money to buy, must be older people to be able to own their own property rights. Strangely enough, young Westerners who get married without buying their own homes do not consider themselves homeless, and men do not feel humiliated by the lack of a wedding home, nor do women feel aggrieved by marrying such a man. On the contrary, both men and women will live in the rented house in peace of mind, living as the Chinese bought their own house.
By DannyMox4 years ago in Confessions