For this monthly examination essay, Lin Feng chose "The Door Without a Lock" by American writer Robert Sterndeley. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

This is a well-known short story, and in its unpretentious language, it slowly brings out a story about maternal love.

It's not the words that move you, it's the stories that move you.

Clicking on the scarf, Lin Feng found that it was more lively inside, compared to the excitement and encouragement of everyone when the scarf was just posted, the comments now are more about expressing their feelings.

Xiaohuzi: "Five years ago, I left my hometown and came to this metropolis with a population of 50 million, and I didn't want to go back if I didn't mix up with my personality." Because of this, I haven't been home once in 5 years. Now that I think about it, I was so wrong. Just made a phone call home, and my mom still said the same old saying, saying that she was all right, telling me not to worry. But I know she's not good.

My son, who is dependent on each other, hasn't been home for 5 years, and she stays at home alone, how can it be good? 'If you don't mix up with your personality, you won't go home', I said it was cool at the beginning, but I didn't consider my mother's feelings. Just now I told my mom that I was going home for the Chinese New Year this year, and she suddenly stopped talking. I know, she's crying. This year, I want to go home. ”

The second interval: "Essays can be written so well, if anyone dares to say that you are looking for someone to ghostwrite, I will slap him to death - exam essay, you will give me a ghostwriting attempt?"

sang under the bridge: "I fell out with my family more than a year ago, and with 2,000 yuan and a guitar, I left the small county town alone and came to Shenhai City." I feel that they don't understand my dreams. After coming to Shenhai City, I thought that there were many opportunities here, and how could I mix up my personal appearance, but the reality was that I slapped me twice.

I couldn't find a good job, and I had no money, so on sunny days, I slept on park benches and grass, and when it was thundering and raining, I went under the bridge to fight with the homeless people for a place to sleep. I've been around for a long time, and I'm just a bar singer now. At the beginning, I swore to my family that I wanted to find my music dream, and then ran out confidently. Now it's like this.

I couldn't pull my face to contact my family, and I didn't go home for the Chinese New Year last year. But now that I think about it, don't say I'm a singer, even if I'm begging, my parents won't dislike me. So, this year's Chinese New Year, I'm going to go home. I want to communicate with them and tell them that I still want to pursue my music dreams. However, even if I fall out with them again this time, I will call home on time. ”

Li Tianwu (celebrity with a neckline): "After reading "The Door Without Locking", I habitually want to write an appreciation article. However, just after typing a title, I couldn't write anymore. For this story, appreciating or something destroys the beauty. I asked myself, is it really important to analyze any rhetorical devices, writing skills, and so on in the face of this simple and deep mother's love...... Is it appropriate? No, it's not important, it's not appropriate. Top madness, top forest wind, come on!"

Huangfa: "It's so well written, I cried when I saw it." Come on, I've got your back!"

Holding the puppy to pee: "The Door Without Locking", woo woo woo...... I'm so touched to see it! If anyone says that you have someone to write for him, I will definitely fight him to the end! I feel that I have inexhaustible strength in my body, and I can beat him ten times by myself!"

I don't know martial arts: "After reading Lin Feng's composition, I feel that my heart is full of emotion. Upstairs one can hit ten, I feel like I can hit twenty with one!"

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After reading a few more messages from book lovers and learning about their stories, Lin Feng was very emotional.

Mother...... Mother......

Two simple words, but what a deep and sincere love they carry.

No matter whether the children are ugly or beautiful, rich or poor, young or old, the mother will never dislike it, her heart ...... Never locked.

Thinking of this, Lin Feng wrote another scarf-

"The line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt. Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late. Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs. "Life is short for decades, and if you go home once a year and think about your mother's age, you can probably estimate how many times you will see each other in the future. Very little, right? In my opinion, very little! So, no matter how busy you are, remember to go home often. Your mother has been waiting for you, although she doesn't say it.

It hadn't been a minute since the scarf was issued, and Lin Feng looked at the mobile phone that was ringing a little speechlessly.

"Hey, Editor-in-Chief Zhang Chen, are you spying on my scarf? Not even a minute after I sent it, you called. Lin Feng picked up the phone and said jokingly.

"Hahahaha!" a hearty laugh came from the other end of the phone, "That's natural, you can't ask others to take the lead." Mr. Lin Feng, you also know that the competition is fierce these days, and it's not easy to mix!"

Hearing this, Lin Feng smiled and said: "Your "Poetry" literature and magazine are the most important in the industry, and you are still worried about this?"

"Of course there is! They all say that learning is like sailing against the current, and if you don't advance, you will retreat. But in fact, the same is true for doing business, or in other words, as long as the things in this world are related to competition, which one is not the reason? Of course, it does not include those xx second generation or something. Although our "Poetry" journal is now the leader in the industry, there are still several peers eyeing us. If we slack off, we may be overtaken one day.

After all, we ourselves have replaced other talents in the first place, a living example!" Speaking of the back, Zhang Chen seemed quite emotional, as if recalling the days when he led the "Poetry" literature magazine to challenge the previous boss and replace him.

Lin Feng nodded and said, "Well, be prepared for danger in times of peace." It is no wonder that under the leadership of Zhang Chen, the development momentum of "Poetry" has been getting better and better in recent years. ”

Zhang Chen smiled and said, "Thank you for your good words." By the way, Mr. Lin Feng has stood up today. So, for the cheat door and ghostwriting door in these days, do you have the confidence to win?"

Lin Feng said with a smile: "The flowers and willows can be opened in dense places, which is the means; ”

"Oh, since Mr. Lin Feng said that, he must have the confidence to win. Then I would like to congratulate you in advance on your victory and triumphant return!" Zhang Chen flattered slightly.

"Huh...... Thank you. Editor-in-chief Zhang Chen called this time for the poem around my neck, right?"

"That's right, Lin Feng's product must be a high-quality product. How can we let our journals go? The price is 10,000 yuan according to the old rules?" Zhang Chen asked politely.

Lin Feng agreed: "Okay." No problem. ”

Although this manuscript fee is dispensable for Lin Feng now, the publication of good works, in addition to spreading his fame and bringing new fans to himself, can also invisibly form a very important thing - heritage, the heritage of an author.

"By the way, Mr. Lin Feng, what's the name of this poem?"

"The wanderer groaned. ”

"Wanderer's name, simple and apt!"

Hearing Zhang Chen's answer, Lin Feng smiled slightly.

This song "The Wanderer's Yin" can be said to be famous in China on the earth in the previous life, especially the first two sentences, which are as well-known as the song "On the afternoon of hoeing day, sweat drops fall into the soil." Who knows that Chinese food is hard work."

The author of "The Wanderer's Yin" is the Tang Dynasty poet Meng Jiao, known as the "poet prisoner", and Jia Island is as famous, and is known as "the suburbs of the cold island thin". Although full of talent, but just like the fate of a literati, Meng Jiao was adrift in his early years, and lived in poverty all his life, until he was fifty years old when he got the humble position of a lieutenant of Liyang County, ending his long years of wandering and exile. So, Meng Jiao took his mother to live.

At this time, the poet felt more and more the value of family affection, and wrote this heartfelt and touching poem of praise to his mother, leaving a treasure for the literary world of later generations.

Therefore, he doesn't know whether his down-and-down life is fortunate or unfortunate.

Perhaps, this is the so-called suffering that makes heroes.

This is especially evident in the world of poetry and literature. (To be continued.) )