清晨，太阳斜倚靠在东边的山坡上，四周一片恬静。在那浅绿的山坡上，人们已经开始耕作了。然而就在这山坡边上，有一条窄窄的小路。她看着，看着……那路，默默无闻地葡匐着，任人踩、任人踏，却留下自己清白的轨迹。它尽管那般曲折，坎坷，一路颠覆，一路艰辛，可还是向前，向前，执着地伸展，毫不犹豫。
为了不断地提高自己的书法技艺及审美修养，我近几年来仅用于外地拜师、笔墨、字帖、画册及各种书籍的投资，就花掉了五千多元。这几乎是我最近几年的工作的全部积蓄。到处求职无果的情况下，我只要借到一点钱就会照例像中了头彩似的喜滋滋地买回一大傫书及纸。
夜深了，我学着抽支“五叶神”提提神；肚子饿了，开水泡饭下咸菜。一段时间而来，残废的老母实在找不出一分钱来，竟然检起废纸破烂换回钱来，应付了几天的菜钱。望着饱经风霜的老母，我不禁感概万分。
三十而立的我。生活使我更懂得了珍惜的含义。然而爱情却给我留下苦涩的回味。
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每每想起：“我还是一个处女，爱我就给我，为何你不给我？”就一直感觉到对不起她。她同样是那样的理解我的苦涩，她是那样激起我对生活的热情。她有一双真诚的眼睛，那静静的目光，却强烈地燃起我心中的那团爱恋的火。
灯光里。笑声琅琅，我们同练书法共写文章；月光下，倩影依依，我们共谈人生。可是：
——别上我们家来，别拿几个烂字引诱我的女儿！
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——写字能当饭吃吗？我女儿决不嫁个又穷又丑的工人！
于是我惶惑地泪流满面地离她而去；于是我苦闷，孤独绝望地排回在河边。
夜，阴沉沉的。月色惨淡，星儿稀疏。一阵阵凉风欣动我的衣角，吹乱了我的头发。面对这忧怨的夜色，我觉得自己扮演着一个遭人奚落的角色。我真想对这阴沉沉的夜空胡乱地大叫一场，以发泄胸中的不平。却不知何故，我的脸峡潮湿了。
“河风摇落月，鹤淚一声孤；与影言无语，谁家游子哭。”
我又真想大声地对人们说：我要奋斗！
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是呀，有的人常常因失去所求而痛苦，却很少考虑到这种所求是否有价值；而又有的人往往为得到满足而高兴，却很少考虑到这种满足是否真正有意义，自尊被抹上疑重的色彩，难道能让这些左右自己的欢乐与痛苦并耗费有限的生命？爱情之门虽暂时关闭了，可书颐的大门不正向我敞开着吗？人，不能为得到而满足，更不能因失去而整天痛苦，人应当无所待而游于无穷！去找寻乐趣。
我怔住了，为自己的灵感而得到这句话弄得不知所措，又为自己终于得到这句话而感到激动万分。于是在朦胧的河面上，孤独的鹤淚声慢悠悠地远去，随之而来的是鲲鹏那风驰电掣般的呼啸，奔腾而至。那巨大的翅膀不停地扇动着，形成一股股强大的气流，河面上激起一排排冲天大浪！顿时，这巨浪与鲲鹏的呼啸相互碰撞着，合奏起一曲闻所未闻的回天的旋律——心旗情动，汤气回肠！“长江后浪推前浪”呀。
我为着这奇妙的旋律而震荡，身体不由自主地颠覆着，全身的血气像发梦似的贯通于手指！当即，一行大字应声而落，似是深深地刻在这雷州青年运河上……。
月亮跺过了乌云，夜空变得清晰雅洁。我觉得她暂且离我而去，和她的父母对我的谆谆教诲，更是人与人之间的一种理解，一种相通，一种共鸣。在这种心与心交融为一体的时候，我的心情才得到了些许的平衡，况且她答应会等我。
路，是人走出来的，道路也真的是在自己的脚下，没有必要埋怨谁。只有靠自己毫不犹豫地去奋斗，不也是一种成功，不也是一种冲劲，不也是一种幸福吗！？
自从她家里人不欢迎我之后，她就不停地给我短信，不断地希望我、希望我成功就业或者创……。
若想知后事如何？请阅读第【五】章分解
Early in the morning, the sun reclining against the eastern side of the hill surrounded by a tranquil. In that light green slopes, people have started a farming. However, in this hillside on the edge of a narrow cul-de-sac. She looked at, looked at it ... ... Road, unknown to fall prostrate Portugal, being trampled, being tread, but it left the tracks of his innocence. Despite the twists and turns as it is, bumpy, all the way to subvert, the hard way, or to move forward, dedicated to stretching, did not hesitate.
In order to constantly improve their calligraphy skills and aesthetic cultivation in recent years, I only foreign masters, pen and ink, copybook for calligraphy, pictures and a variety of investment books, spent more than 5000 yuan. This is almost the last few years I work all the savings. Fruitless job-seekers everywhere, as long as I borrow a little money, as usual, will be among the first prize Xi Zizi like to buy a book and paper Lei.
It is late at night, I learned to draw support "five leaves of God" to mention God; hungry, Paofan water under the pickle. From a period of time, the mother is disabled can not find a single cent, was seized from worn-out paper in exchange for money, a few days to deal with the food money. Looking at the weather-beaten mother, I can not help feeling indeed great.
I Sanshierli. I know how to make life more cherishing the meaning. But love I was given the bitter aftertaste.
Whenever we think of: "I am still a virgin, I love me, why do not you give me?" I am sorry that she has been feeling. She is also my understanding that kind of bitter that she was aroused as my passion for life. She has a pair of good eyes, eyes that quietly, but strongly ignited in my mind that the group’s love of fire.
In the light. Laughter sound of loud reading, we were writing articles with Lian Shufa; moonlight, Qian Ying Yiyi, we have to talk about life. But:
- Do we come home, Do not lure a few bad words to my daughter!
- Write to eat it? My daughter will never marry a poor and ugly workers!
I burst into tears and fear to run away from her; I boredom, loneliness and despair in the back row to the riverside.
Night of heavy overcast. Moonlight going from bad to worse child stars sparse. Welcoming the cool waves move my Yijiao, chaos blowing my hair. In the face of this Youyuan the night, I feel plays a role of being ridiculed. I really wanted this heavy overcast night sky in a shouting at random to vent grievances of the chest. But I do not know why, I face a damp gorge.
"Wind River Luoyue shake, and tears A lone crane; and made silent film, whose sons cried."
I really want to speak to the people: I would like to fight!
Yes, some people are often lost as a result of the request and painful, but rarely take into account that the value of the order; and some people tend to be satisfied and happy, but very few take into account that meet the real Significance of self-doubt add weight to be color, can make them happy about their suffering and the cost and limited life? Love for the time being, although the door closed, the door-yi books are not I open it? , And can not be met, let alone the loss and suffering throughout the day, no person should be on the tour and the endless! To find fun.
I Zheng Zhu, for his inspiration has been made this remark at a loss, but also to finally get his words are excited. So in the twilight of the river, the lone voice of the crane slowly tears away, then come Kunpeng fast as that of the roaring, and to the Pentium. The huge wings have been a fan, a Unit of the formation of a strong wind, sending up huge river aroused strong waves! All of a sudden, this huge roar and Kunpeng of a collision, an ensemble from unheard of to-day rhythm - the heart moving the flag situation, the gas conduit soup! "After the waves pushed the Yangtze River before the waves," Yes.
I am for this wonderful melody and shock, the body can not help to subvert the body’s blood gas like a dream-like through the fingers! Immediately, and his characters drop, it appears to be deeply engraved in Leizhou youth on the canal ... ....
Stamp a dark cloud over the moon, the night sky becomes clear Yajie. I think I went away for the time being, she and her parents on my inculcate, is a kind of understanding between people, the same kind of a response. In such cross into Xinyu Xin, I was feeling it a little balance Moreover, she promised to be waiting for me.
Lu, who is coming out, the road is really on their own feet, who complain that there is no need to. Only on its own did not hesitate to fight, not a success, not a momentum, it is not also a kind of happiness! ?
Since she did not welcome me home, she kept text messages to me, I continue to hope, I hope to find a job or a ... ....
If you want to know how the funeral? Please read author Luo Jun Di Wuji:"Likes me giving me"
