Write an article about Shanghai: There were so many things in Shanghai in the old society that we guessed the beginning, but couldn't guess the end.
About that charming dream, the ten-mile ocean field, which is still luxurious and noisy in the dream, is surging, surging; Weird nightclubs, singing and dancing, get drunk; Quiet and serene Shanghai beach, long and clean, day and night. I like that time, the lingering and delicate soft language of Wu Nong, the alley bearing vicissitudes of life, I was intoxicated and fell into it. ......
In front of that sleepy past, my tears blurred.
Recently, I am particularly fascinated by the language of the Republic of China, so after studying, I have this article. Bo Yu Zheng, a patriotic general and a lovely husband. He is calm, wise, bold and generous. He can make his whole life say: I want to marry him, not because I want to escape, not because I want to repay my kindness, not because of other reasons, but because he is really good enough for me to fall in love. Really moved by such love. Then in the dim light, I silently remembered such a person, Ji Huan.
Knowing that I shouldn't be greedy, I still fell in love with that tenderness uncontrollably. Maybe he knew this a long time ago, because half of his Japanese ancestry, with hatred and national ambition for his mother, was sent to China and settled in Gifford, which doomed him to be cold in reality and unable to be himself. It is better for me to bear it alone and protect you.
A handsome and gentle man, he was manipulated by his grandfather to take medicine at an early age. When he finally stopped restraint and escape and realized his feelings, it was also time for him to commit suicide. He knows that he can't love and he is not qualified. He can't give her a future. So in order to make her give up, he asked her to watch her marry her sister and let her smile and sing a wedding greeting in front of her. He is more afraid that she hates him, because he feels that he is not worth it at all. How ridiculous! Even he has always despised himself and felt so humble. He can stab thousands of knives in his bloody heart, but he can't bear to hurt her a little. His life is a treasure that he can't protect enough. He can say to Pei Yizheng, who is regarded as a rival in love: treat her well, she deserves your life. He can fight for a promise from her and know that he is going to die.
What would I do to you if I met you many years later? With silence, with tears.
In the torrent of years, you don't know whether you miss each other every day, you don't know that Awakening Garden is the only place where he can really face his feelings, but there are all your memories, and you don't know that the escalator has another meaning: in this life, we are walking on two completely different roads, without looking back or crossing, but I will always look at you, only hoping that you will be well until the end of your life. After we walk this spiral staircase, we can meet again on the other side of death. At that time, can I hold your hand and accompany you to the next life, and then to the next life, from generation to generation.
When I was happy for that caring love, who noticed the lonely figure in the dim light? Who would have thought that his childhood, when others were carefree and spoiled by his family, Bai Ye ordered him to drink the medicine mercilessly and resolutely, and he didn't care that it was his grandson, just a puppet. And her mother should always remember her hatred and avenge her. Finally, he killed his father and became a traitor that everyone hated. He made Yizheng drink abortion pills, not because he didn't love Yizheng, not because he didn't love the unborn child, not because he wanted to help Yisheng avenge the loss of his son and make his mother-in-law regret it, but ..... he didn't want his child to become another self-deprived person and be manipulated by others for life. Later, his wife died again. Who can fully understand his inner pain?
His life ......
Not live for yourself.
So death is a relief for him. Let him sleep underground as an unknown identity.
In the next life, can I hold your hand and walk with you? ......
I know that at the moment of death, his heart must be happy.
Across a river, how many past events surfaced and how many things sank to the bottom of the river is unknown. The river is still beating quietly, beating my heart like an orchid. Although I was not born in that era, I am full of admiration and yearning for the legend of that era.
I hope that in the near future, I can slim down, put on my favorite plain cheongsam, walk quietly across the stone road, gently touch the endless vicissitudes of white walls and black tiles, and breathe with it for a while. .....
Writing on the beach: I got off the train on the beach and a cold wind blew. I can't help shivering, dragging a small box and stepping on heavy steps, walking alone in this strange crowd and getting lost in this strange city?
(1) Living in a humble house
In early spring and February, the drizzle in Shencheng was blurred and the cold wave struck. It was just when it was warm and cold, the leaves of the phoenix tree were pale yellow and faint, and the new green was blooming sadly, indicating the prosperity of life. This is the season when spring buds are waiting to bloom.
The wind is strong and the rain is fluttering. A person, walking into a low-rise house, the rain kept falling from the eaves and banging on my dark blue trench coat, tired and flustered.
I, sitting alone on that pale yellow dreambed, looked at the simple furnishings around me, opposite a small table, with dusty roof, dirty walls and dark floor. The room was dark and wet, especially rainy and messy. Seeing all this, I have no heart. This rough house of nearly ten square meters used to be my home in Shanghai.
Outside the window, the sky was foggy and gray, but I saw sad rain falling down the broken glass window.
It is said that the spring rain in Jiangnan is continuous, and the willows are one; It is said that Shanghai is warm, romantic and full of flowers. Shanghai, just a step away from Jiangnan, makes me feel confused and lonely. In this early spring winter, the cold wind passes through my bone marrow like a cold needle, which makes people feel shivering.
The first time I met such a cold day, so wet and so cold, I couldn't help thinking that my hometown in the distance was in the season of warm spring in bloom, beautiful and green. Thinking of parents with white hair and vicissitudes of life, they are working hard for their families at the moment; It is lovely to think that my son in the new semester is listening to the teacher carefully at the moment. Thinking of this, as the eldest son and father, I feel sorry for my elderly parents and young son. Sometimes I have to admit that in order to survive, people will make such cruel choices, and it is a heart-wrenching pain to abandon their own flesh and blood. In this way, emotions, far from home, my soul has become a state of freedom. Although That is. Helpless.
At this moment. Home, but so far away from me, is simply out of reach.
People, when encountering difficulties, always have some small emotions. Think of those dazzling scenery, arrogant days, arrogant as a gentleman, people envy and hate. Now in order to survive, I have fallen and live here alone. It's really thirty years in Hedong and forty years in Hexi. An obscure sense of poverty arises spontaneously and reverberates in my heart for a long time?
(2) struggling to survive
Life is like wandering around the world. Sometimes, you don't even know where you are drifting.
Come to Shanghai. I couldn't tell why at first, but I think this place is worth seeing and visiting. When people reach middle age, they don't have much time to think deeply, much energy to think forward and much capital to start over. If you don't go out and have a look, you will be beaten back to the primitive times. Therefore, a person's words may be a sea of knives and mountains, but he should also grit his teeth, be firm and persistent, go forward and never look back.
Shanghai, a place full of temptations, is a city full of material desires and debauchery. Her reality and truth make you feel the coldness of the world and the indifference of your family. Every penny, careful calculation and strong self-awareness are full of the city's meanness, delicacy, sadness, beauty and cruelty.
Finding a job in Shanghai can be said to be difficult or easy. Maybe it varies from person to person, maybe it's good luck, in short, only go all out, from the internet, from the job fair. The first time I walked into the 10,000-person sports center, there was a sea of people. From the anxious and sincere eyes of groups, you have a sense of hardship on the road to survival.
Interview. First test, second test. Routine, boring. In reincarnation, I was chosen by hundreds of people, and the arrow of fate was shot at me. When I am happy, I am also bored. Such random and meaningless repeated interviews make people feel confused about the development of the company. I first worked in Xujiahui, which is one of the most prosperous commercial centers in Shanghai. The first time I go to work, especially in this city full of talents and experts, it is inevitable that there will be an invisible competitive pressure. So, be serious, bit by bit, be sincere, and hope that you can get sweetness with your own efforts.
In Shanghai. There are many people. There are many cars. In this city where cars come and go, the most embarrassing thing is to squeeze the bus, especially in summer, sweating and soaking wet. You go up and I'll go down. You squeeze, I hug. After the assembly, a group of full shadows were crowded in a bloated carriage of about 20 square meters, dizzy and even out of breath. That kind of hectic, desperate, life-and-death feat is really an eye-opener, and that expression is simply the original photo of the ferocious face of the beast in the animal world.
In Shanghai, what makes you feel worse is the feeling of rejection. For those migrant workers, they are often owed wages by their bosses, not to mention enjoying old-age insurance. My first unit in Shanghai is a typical example. The boss is indifferent to our employees from other places, especially when it comes to wages. He keeps a straight face as if we owe him something. Asking for salary is the truth that we will never compromise. Not everyone can understand the feeling of waiting for wages. Wait, wait, wait, solemnly promise, or wait. Finally, when people are away, what they are waiting for is only a bitter suffering and a loss of dignity. All this is just for the daily survival and the monthly support of the family.
Life is such a painful torture; The world is so ruthless. But people should live with dignity. If a person has no personality and dignity, will there be hope in life? To this end, the day when I got my own salary was the time when I resigned. In the face of this kind of company, it's ridiculous that I actually changed three companies in just half a year. Resign to fate, although facing the crisis of survival, but that kind of relaxed feeling, like a faint breeze, in the wandering journey of human beings, gently brushed.
(3) Falling in rainy season
Fallen, always in the rainy season.
The wind and rain hit the world, and I swam and sailed in this city. I am like a lonely goose, from south to north, from the South China Sea to the East China Sea, drifting from mountain to water; Floating across the empty blue sky and through the empty clouds; Climb the green hills and cross the river. Crossing mountains and rivers, crossing mountains and rivers, and crossing country roads, just to fall in the rainy season.
Half a year of wind and rain, let me learn to feel the moisture of rain in the rain waves, cool breeze blowing gently, a burst of incisively and vividly, a little bit of rain and dew sweet, all in the rainy season. From Nanhui in Pudong to Qingpu in Puxi, from Jinshan in the south to Jiading in the north, we stepped on the subway landscape, boarded the crowded bus and shuttled through the wind and rain. A touch of sadness and bitterness inadvertently overflowed our eyes and spilled into the rainy season of this floating city.
The color of summer, the blue dream, is the blue sky and white clouds I grew up in, brilliant and pure.
It's June in Shanghai. I like the wind, the clouds and the rain. It rained for several days. Every summer, there is always such a month of rainy season. After two or three days, it was cloudy and foggy in a blink of an eye. Once, in a rotating afternoon, a heavy rain cleaning was ushered in on a gloomy and hot day. Thunder from the west to the east suddenly sounded and shook the earth. The roaring thunder seemed to be an injustice that God vented to the world. A cool summer rain moistened those kind and simple hearts.
It's raining and windy. Wandering in the wind and rain, so sweet and beautiful.
There is always a sunny morning in the rainy season. That ray of sunshine crept in quietly from the window, kissed your face gently, awakened your dreams, and made you feel as if it were a fresh and bright morning. Your mood is as pure as blue sky and as sweet as spring water.
The wind is blowing and it is raining. Wandering in the wind and rain, so sad and cold.
The rainy season in Shencheng makes you feel its impermanence. Good words will make you unrecognizable at once, faster than flash marriage, and I won't go easy on you. On a bright morning, I washed my face in a hurry and was about to go out. Suddenly, a dark cloud rolled between heaven and earth, and the thunder was loud. Suddenly, there are endless cries everywhere. The dark clouds overhead make you breathless, and raindrops drop by drop on the ground from point to surface. Wind and rain, such as fighting, is simply a cruel and ugly interest struggle in the world.
Rain, constantly raining, leisurely and colorful, full of urban feelings, as poetic as ink painting. Cool and refreshing, refreshing. I picked up the book "Feeling Father's Love" and read dozens of pages in one breath. That touching story is like a warm current flowing in my heart?
(4) Huangpu River at night
Spring went to winter, and in the hurry of time, it sent away the rainy season and marched into Lujiazui, a colorful place. This dazzling scenery makes me more calm and firm, and I am no longer confused by the desires of urban men and women, and I am no longer intimidated by those well-dressed rogue elites who are full of nonsense.
Standing in an office with dozens of floors overlooking the splendid night view of Pudong, quietly looking at this charming night view and enjoying this meteor garden alone is a bitter comfort, and it is also the first step for me to become confident, and it will always be the first step under my feet.
? When you look at the ten-mile lanterns, colorful tall buildings are reflected on the river? . This poem is a true portrayal of the Bund in Shanghai. The night view of Huangpu River is beautiful, with an intoxicating warmth and unparalleled magnificence. Every night, many tourists visit the Bund and Huangpu River. Facing the long street, they got on the bus and came and went. Looking at the colorful lights on both sides of the Huangpu River, it is blurred. The cement forest soaring into the sky is colorful against the neon lights, as if it were a colorful photo. It was a passionate romance and proud masturbation.
Standing in Puxi overlooking Pudong. Throughout the Huangpu River, cargo ships and cruise ships keep passing by. Across the river is the famous Oriental Pearl TV Tower. In the night sky, it flies like a fine needle, echoing the 88-story Jinmao Building. Seeing such a night color on this splendid river, seeing a magnificent scene of vitality and a distinctive oriental glory, there must be waves and bursts of excitement in my heart. This is the most prosperous time in China.
When I turned around and looked at the houses with historical stories on the Bund, I was deeply frozen with a heavy heart, as if people could see that the war scenes in the 1930s had deeply hurt the hearts of Chinese people?
The cold wind blew, and I looked back and walked alone.
Last night was lingering, it was me in the past.
Life is still charming; The world is empty. In the dark, you are doomed to be rich and poor, and you are doomed to success or failure.
Heaven and earth are still the same, Qingshan no longer belongs to that green water, China is still that country, but home is not that warm home. The road is long in Xiu Yuan, and the night is long in Xiu Yuan. I look down on the world, and I am no longer trapped by myself. I wipe my tears and am brisk with the popularity in the north. Not true, but always true.
Always believe that it is not cold wind, how can you get plum blossom fragrance.
Quiet night, pure lights, the Huangpu River at night like a long colorful dragon in the bright and dim city night sky?
Write an article about Shanghai: My beautiful Shanghai mother took me to Shanghai for business. Today, my mother said that she would take me to the world-famous Shanghai beach, and I am particularly looking forward to it.
After dinner, as night fell, we drove to Shanghai beach. I saw tourists weaving, brightly lit and a bustling scene.
We pushed our way through the crowd to a cruise ship, ready to cruise on the Huangpu River. I'm excited to board a ship called. Princess Rose? The cruise ship climbed to the top floor and felt the night wind of the river. Tourists sit around and talk about the scenery on both sides of the strait with great interest. I couldn't help humming a tune with my mother.
After a while, the cruise ship started slowly. When I looked from a distance, I saw tall buildings on both sides of the strait, which were particularly brilliant under the package of neon lights. I ran to the bottom cabin, leaned against the ship's rail and looked at the river under my feet. The river is unfathomable, and the places where ships pass are rippling, which makes people curious and daunting. Sometimes I run up and down, and sometimes I sit down and taste delicious food with my mother. Unconsciously, an hour passed. I reluctantly got off the cruise ship.
When I landed, my mother took some beautiful commemorative photos for me, which left me an eternal memory.