1. Don’t think that writing articles is easy. It is not easy for me to write articles. I put a lot of effort into writing articles. I used 100% of my strength and painstaking efforts, and then added 30% of my efforts to make others think that I was easy.

2. There are also medical students in my family. I am the eldest brother, and my third brother is a surgeon at Zhongshan Hospital. I like medicine and he also likes literature. When he was chatting with me, he said that I was a medical enthusiast and he was a literary roughneck. In the final analysis, we are all fools. In Chongqing dialect, it means to punish people.

3. I am used to calling people who have just entered college senior students because they don’t know how to live yet.

4. When students listen to my class, I hope they can listen easily. Because they and everyone here paid to go to college. Do you think that after paying money, you should still feel like you are being punished for taking any classes?

5. Your generation has much higher IQ than me because you grew up eating meat.

6. We walked in the fields: me, my mother, my wife and my son.

My mother didn’t want to come out. She is old and in poor health. She feels tired when she walks for a long distance. I said that because of this, we should walk more. Mother nodded convinced and went to get her coat. She listens to me now just as I listened to her when I was little. The weather is great. This year's spring came too late, too late, and some old people couldn't bear it. But spring is finally here. My mother survived another harsh winter.

In this early spring field in the south, large and small patches of new green are spread randomly, some thick, some light; the buds on the trees are also dense; the winter water in the fields is also gurgling. Blisters. All of this makes people think about one thing--life.

My mother and I walked in front, and my wife and son walked behind. The little guy suddenly shouted: "There is also a mother and son in the front, and a mother and son in the back." We all laughed.

There were differences later: my mother wanted to take the big road, which is smooth; my son wanted to take the small road, which is interesting. However, it all depends on me. My mother is old, and she has long been accustomed to obeying her strong son; my son is still young, and he is still accustomed to obeying his tall father; as for my wife, she always listens to me outside. In an instant, I felt the great responsibility. I tried to find a way to have both ends, but I couldn't find one. I wanted to break up the family and divide it into two groups so that each could get what he wanted, but I didn't want to. I decided to wrong my son because I still had a long time with him. I said: "Take the main road."

But the mother touched her grandson's little head and changed her mind: "Let's take the small road." Her eyes followed the small road: there were golden cauliflowers there. There are two neat rows of mulberry trees, and at the end there is a fish pond with sparkling water. "You carry me wherever I can't go," my mother said to me.

In this way, we walked towards the cauliflower, mulberry tree and fish pond in the sunshine. When we got to a place, I squatted down and carried my mother on my back, and my wife also squatted down and carried my son on her back. Although my mother is tall, she is very thin, so naturally she is not too heavy. Although my son is fat, he is still young, so he is naturally not too heavy. But my wife and I walked slowly, steadily, and very carefully, as if what I carried on my back and what she carried on her back added up to the whole world.

7. For a long time, I have had a feeling: It is the same sun, but the setting sun is more loving than the rising sun. ?I can’t tell why this is; of course, it could also be: watching it take away another part of the years, the hero will eventually grow old and feel regretful, and when he thinks of death, he thinks of love. ?...As I said this, I remembered that I had been to many places and seen all kinds of sunsets. ?The sunset in the Gobi is huge, yellowed and old-fashioned, translucent, and the edges are as clear as paper cuts. At this time the wind picked up. When there is wind in the northwest, it is vigorous. The Splendens splendens clung to the ground hard, and the fine sand and water vapor traveled like water, blowing towards my face from the sun, so I felt that the wind was rising due to the sun; in a daze, the sun just disappeared, and I was full of ghosts. ?The sunset over the sea of ??clouds is very floating and soft, like a girl's heart. Falling and falling, it must have fallen into the abyss, suddenly it was hanging in the air again, then suddenly it completely disappeared, and after one night it rose up from behind. Her colors change too - I've even seen a purple sun. At this time, I was not even sure whether the sun was real. ?The sunset on the plains always approaches the horizon steadily, being swallowed up by the blurry land. Halfway through the meal, he lost his patience and turned away. Looking back, there was nothing: a seed planted in the ground. ?Watching the sunset over the ocean is in America. Perhaps because it is someone else’s sun, I always feel that its life is not satisfactory: you can’t see how the sun is immersed in the sea water. The distance is about a palm high, and suddenly they are stuck together - before you blink. when. At this time, American friends said proudly, look, a drop of water is receiving the fireball brilliantly. I said no, no no. ?After all, what I see most is the sunset over the gently undulating fields. When I talk about it, I think of crops and the sunset back home, as ordinary as a person. In eastern Sichuan, China, where I live, this is the type of sun. ?I often ride alone, stop on the national highway, and watch the sunset over the hills while leaning on the bike. The curve of the terrain is multi-layered, and the colors also transition one by one, from green to dark green, from dark green to dark blue, and the place closest to the sunset is milky white, which is the unique mist of the basin. It seemed to be quiet for a while, and the sun just went down; the red was very gentle, as soft as if it had been soaked in water, which reminded me of a girl's red lips and my mother's nipples for no reason.

?Sometimes there are ribbon-like clouds wrapped around its waist; ?Sometimes the umbrella-like yellow jujube trees become its tray; , and sometimes shaken in. ?... When passers-by ignored all this, I was very anxious and wanted to say Hey, look! ?Two puppies were chasing each other in the sunset; an old cow was licking its calf in the sunset... One day, an old farmer was sandwiched between two horses and walked into the sun on the smooth ridge. The horse carries a pack on its camel. Because the old farmer was old, he grabbed the tail of the horse in front of him when going uphill. The horse behind saw it and kept wagging its tail. ?I couldn't help but burst into tears; an indescribable love soaked through my body. ?This twilight old farmer! His free and open-mindedness makes me ashamed... I suddenly thought that in life, twilight is only for a moment, and all that lasts is the worry about twilight. ?The sunset on this undulating field...I have repeatedly thought about why this kind of sunset is so rich-curves? level? Character activities? Or the multitude of angles? ?Ultimate admission: just because it's Home Sunset. ?home! This is a simple topic with no new ideas! ?Why does home feel so good? Can't tell. For example, in Chongqing, where I grew up - I know that whatever it can give me, other places can also give it; however, all the giving cannot replace home. ?Concerning this, all academic explanations are superficial and specious. All I can say is: Home is home. When people watch the sunset at home, their feelings may change, but there is one feeling that remains the same as life and death: That is my sun!

8. The road back and forth, walked over and over again, there are stories traveling along the way, and there are stories stopping along the way. The overlapping footsteps are deep, pressed into the layers of footprints, some emotions It started to be uneven, back and forth, and the road was repeated. There was a season where I was always anxious, like a cicada hidden under the branches and leaves, silent in the darkness for several years. Once it breaks out of the ground, it will be restless throughout the summer. .

9. For a long time, I have had a feeling: It is the same sun, but the setting sun is more loving than the rising sun. It’s unclear why this is; of course, it could also be: watching it take away another part of the years, the hero will eventually grow old and feel sorry for himself, and when he thinks of death, he thinks of love. ...As I said this, I remembered that I had been to many places and seen all kinds of sunsets. The sunset in the Gobi Desert is huge, yellowish and old-fashioned, translucent, and the edges are as clear as paper cuts. At this time the wind picked up. When there is wind in the northwest, it is vigorous. The Splendens splendens clung to the ground hard, and the fine sand and water vapor traveled like water, blowing towards my face from the sun, so I felt that the wind was rising due to the sun; in a daze, the sun just disappeared, and I was full of ghosts. The sunset over the sea of ??clouds is very floating and soft, like a girl's heart. Falling and falling, it must have fallen into the abyss, suddenly it was hanging in the air again, then suddenly it completely disappeared, and after one night it rose up from behind. Her colors change too - I've even seen a purple sun. At this time, I was not even sure whether the sun was real. The setting sun on the plains always approaches the horizon steadily and is swallowed up by the blurry land. Halfway through the meal, he lost his patience and turned away. Looking back, there was nothing: a seed planted in the ground. Watching the sunset over the ocean is in America. Perhaps because it is someone else’s sun, I always feel that its life is not satisfactory: you can’t see how the sun is immersed in the sea water. The distance is about a palm high, and suddenly they are stuck together - before you blink. when. At this time, American friends said proudly, look, a drop of water is receiving the fireball brilliantly. I said no, no no. After all, what I see the most is the sunset over the gently rolling fields; when I talk about it, I think of the sunset over the crops and home, as ordinary as a person. In eastern Sichuan, China, where I live, this is the type of sun. I often ride alone and stop on the national highway to watch the sunset over the hills. The curve of the terrain is multi-layered, and the colors also transition one by one, from green to dark green, from dark green to dark green, and the nearest sunset is milky white, which is the unique mist of the basin. It seemed to be quiet for a while, and the sun just went down; the red was very gentle, as soft as if it had been soaked in water, which reminded me of a girl's red lips and my mother's nipples for no reason. Sometimes there are clouds like a belt around its waist; sometimes the umbrella-like yellow jujube trees become its tray; the wisps of smoke from the top of the farmhouse float in and melt away; the bamboo forest sways in the wind, and sometimes it Shake it in. ...When passers-by ignored all this, I was very anxious and wanted to say Hey, look! Two puppies were chasing each other in the sunset; an old cow was licking its calf in the sunset... One day, an old farmer was sandwiched between two horses and walked into the sun on the smooth ridge. The horse carries a pack on its camel. Because the old farmer was old, he grabbed the tail of the horse in front of him when going uphill. The horse behind saw it and kept wagging its tail. I couldn't help but burst into tears; an indescribable love flooded my body. This twilight old farmer! His free and open-mindedness makes me ashamed... I suddenly thought that in life, twilight is only for a moment, and all that lasts is the worry about twilight. The sunset on this undulating field... I have repeatedly thought about why this kind of sunset is so rich - curves? level? Character activities? Or the multitude of angles? Final admission: just because it's Home Sunset. home! This is a simple topic with no new ideas! Why does home feel like this? Can't tell. For example, in Chongqing, where I grew up - I know that whatever it can give me, other places can also give it; however, all the giving cannot replace home. Regarding this, all academic explanations are superficial and specious. All I can say is: Home is home.

When people watch the sunset at home, their feelings may change, but there is one feeling that remains the same as life and death: That is my sun.

10. A young dance teacher and his three women: wife, aunt, and former female student. A former dancer and her three men: Chinese husband, Taiwanese boss, and dance teacher. The relationship between the two groups of men and women is only superficial. What the writer and readers care about is the upright wisdom of life, the profound context of the changes of the times, and the fresh and surprising Chongqing culture. In short: China's height, Chongqing characteristics, profound writer, wise life.

Mo Huaiqi was born in Chongqing on June 3, 1951. His pen names are Zhou Pingan and Zhang Daming. contemporary writers. Member of Chinese Writers Association, Vice Chairman of Chongqing Writers Association.

Graduated from junior high school in 1966 and joined the team in Neijiang, Sichuan. Graduated from the Chinese Department of Sichuan University in 1982. During his lifetime, he was the deputy director and professor of the Journalism Department of the School of Literature and Journalism of Chongqing Normal University. Began literary creation in 1980. One of the novels, "Shi Li Ren Jia", won the "Sichuan Literature" award. He is the author of "Selected Novels and Short Stories by Mo Huaiqi". His work "Walking" was

selected into the 22nd Chinese lesson for the second grade of junior high school in the Jiangsu Education Press, and was also selected into the first Chinese lesson in the first volume of the first grade of the People's Education Press in 2013.