Month: June 2015

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Q line

Every time I log on to QQ, there is a kind of yearning surging in my heart. I can’t even tell myself when it will be rooted in my heart. If you don’t see you on the Q line, a sense of loss will arise spontaneously. When you see you on the Q line, a piece of happiness will snap at the keyboard. However, you often hang here, leave temporarily, and climb into your heart with a sadness. Tonight, I am looking for my own corner alone with that sadness, loneliness and yearning. When the Twilight came, I couldn’t join hands with my sweetheart. My disordered heart was entangled constantly. A gust of breeze blew, floating into my heart, floating into my dream of missing. The stars are hidden tonight. I always feel that you are missing me in some corner. Since we meet in the space of fate, we use light to perceive each other to find out the corners belonging to us in the vast universe. Your sweet smile is as sweet as the bright roses in the flowers, and your shining eyes are as charming as the distant stars in the sky, calling silently through the dense fog in silence, it makes my heart agitated. Your laughter has opened my heart. Now that we have passed each other, we cherish today’s acquaintance. When you walk into my Q Group, I am looking for both you and my expectation crazily. I am approaching your side step by step. However, I am sober and I will not disturb your life. I know that you are living your life comfortably, and I still want to stay away from you and listen to your laughter, feel your breath, your steps, your heartbeat. You may not believe that there will be another story to show when you get to know each other, but I firmly believe that such passionate passion will surely pass through the secular space. Today I can’t stop in front of you, but I completely release all my thoughts and expectations for you. When that passion envelops my body and mind again, I can’t resist opening the photo you sent me, try your best to appreciate the passionate hug and find your truest feelings. [Editor in charge: Yu Yiqi] Zan (essay editor: Jiangnan wind) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. The answer to the consultation letter is just encouraging an existing… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 14, 2018) January 14, 2018: Today, the temperature in Wujiang is relatively warm, not as cold as a few days ago. Yesterday and Today, Wu Jiang’s… Be a person who never stops growing up Teacher Lily coughed with a strong nasal tone when she was in yoga class. Maybe it’s uncomfortable, she has less demonstration action today,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 13, 2018) January 13, 2018: Yesterday, my sister and nephew Little David didn’t come to the Dongwan village of jinjiaba where my mother and I stayed temporarily,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 12, 2018) January 12, 2018: The day before yesterday, I said, “my mother will go to Kunshan tomorrow.” However, yesterday, my mother did not go to Kunshan…

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Deep

[Introduction] What is home? Home is a warm corner of Hong Kong, a relaxing place for people, a place where relatives and relatives get together, and a good place for healing, but in a year, I have never been back home several times. On Thursday, April 8th, 2010, the rain turned sunny. Last night, it rained heavily. Suddenly, there were two thunderstorms. A cold wind blew out of the window, and the cold wind invaded. I had a lot of thoughts, but I was more worried. I was afraid that my father would get cold in the hospital bed and no one would add the quilt. This is my father’s second chemotherapy in the hospital. We are like the first time. We stay with him during the day. At night, my father insisted that we go back to rest, as usual, yesterday, my sister took care of my father, and tomorrow, I will take care of my father after work. Hiding in the bed, I felt totally sleepy and missed my father whom I had never met for fifteen days. Was he fat or thin? Was the illness lighter or more serious? My mind was full of father’s shadow, but I felt that father’s appearance was blurred. Father’s shadow seemed to fade gradually. Maybe I hadn’t seen father for too long. After work, I hurried to the hospital. I walked into the hospital which I hadn’t stepped in for half a month and felt so familiar. I took a deep breath and ran from the first floor to the seventh floor. I went straight to my father’s ward. At the gate of the ward, I stopped and adjusted my breath, I am afraid that my father will see me in a hurry. Finally, I adjusted my steps and walked into my father’s ward lightly. As soon as I stepped into the ward, I heard my father calling my name. I agreed to go to my father. However, I found that my father’s voice changed and became a little hoarse, which surprised me. Looking at my father, I found that my father was thinner. I saw his collarbone bulged out and his skin was thin. Except for the wrinkles left by years, his face was deeply stuck in the flesh, it showed two low-lying places, which could hold a pool of water. My father was very tired and haggard, but my father’s eyes were bright when he looked at me. I knew that my father must have been sleepless last night, which seemed so fragile, but my father’s eyes were in high spirits because he saw the daughter he missed day and night. Looking at such a thin father, I felt sad in my heart. After my father was diagnosed with lung cancer, he became thinner and thinner day by day. He was 168cm tall and weighed only 50kg. My father was as thin as firewood. The slender fingers have already jumped out of the blue. The drip needle was inserted into my father’s hand, and 1.1 drops of liquid flowed into his father’s blood. The drip tube was full color, which was different from the ordinary one. Looking at the 1.1 drops of medicine, at this time, I was anxious to be a component of the medicine. In that case, I could help my father kill those damned cancer cells and save his life. In that case, my father would not bear the severe pain of thousands of knives and thousands of blows, which would make my heart hurt. Then my father leaned against the bed for a while, pressed his chest with one hand, buried his head deep in front of his brain, and his face turned purple, and continually moaning, or sitting in the chair with clothes for a while, leaning against the chair to resist the pain of thousands of arrows piercing the heart. My father chatted with me while taking intravenous drip. With my father, my father is not lonely and bored. You came as soon as your sister left; My father also said that there was a young man whose family name was Li in the ward, who was the same as us. He also said that there was a child in the ward who had leukemia at the age of eight, but he was very strong every day, never afraid of injection and medicine, and often joked with his grandfather. Listening to all the trivial things my father said, this was what my father never mentioned before he was not ill. Maybe the hospital was too stuffy and my father was too lonely, so he talked and passed the time. A grandfather of father’s clinic went through the discharge formalities. All the people in the ward looked at them happily and said some blessings. Maybe they were in the same boat. They took care of each other and comforted each other. They built a deep friendship in a short time. When they left, their father and son said happily: I wish you a speedy recovery, goodbye. However, all of them in the ward said at the same time: you will never go back to this place. Goodbye and have a pleasant journey. Looking at their gradually far away back, I stood beside my father, and looked at the Medicine flowing into his father’s blood 1.1 drops. I felt like crying, I am looking forward to my father’s leaving the hospital one day and saying goodbye to his patients and never coming back. It took more than two hours to drip a bottle. My father had to drip three bottles a day. My father had to lean on the bed for six hours. It was already time to have lunch after my father finished two bottles. I walked up to my father and said to him softly: Dad, I went to my sister’s place to pick up the meal. My father gathered a tough smile and motioned me to pick up the meal. Walking out of the hospital, there was still drizzle in the sky, holding the rain and carrying the rice bucket. Passing the path of Lin Yin, I was full of my father’s hoarse voice. I was worried, I was afraid. Everyone knows that this kind of voice means declaring the danger of life, meaning that whenever and wherever, my father will die, my world begins to snow, and I am afraid. Thinking about it, my tears came down. I felt that the umbrella had lost its warmth and happiness, so I raised my head, put it away, and walked along the busy road, the drizzle drifted into his eyes and rolled down with tears. It streaked across his cheek and flowed into his mouth. The painful expression was so helpless and lonely. Walking, I was almost there. I wiped away my tears, but I couldn’t erase the sadness in my heart. I still held up the umbrella that Lost Warmth. No matter whether I used it or not, my heart snowed and shot down my strength. But I still smiled farfetched, I am I was afraid that my sister would see my weakness, and I didn’t want to see my sadness. Finally I arrived at my sister’s place. I ate two bites in a hurry and put the soup and food prepared by my sister into the tape. I pulled my sister to a corner and asked gently: Dad’s voice is wrong. Sister replied: Yesterday was still good, maybe it was cold last night. Dad told the doctor that he coughed up some bloodshot a few days ago. My heart was very scared. Why didn’t my father tell me? Are you afraid that I can’t bear it? If it weren’t for my elder sister staying with my father to listen to him, I thought he was hiding it from us, which made us worry about him and fear that we would be sad. My father had a lot of bad luck, but he suffered everything brought by fate alone. He never let his children know, never let me worry, poor parents all over the world. Walking on the way to deliver meals and food, the rain suddenly stopped, and the sun’s rays appeared on the horizon. The sunshine always shines after the wind and rain, which naturally makes me feel a little better. The depressed mood suddenly becomes enlightened, which makes me hope and I believe that my father can also get better, all diseases are only temporary. Come on, father, you can certainly do it, just like the sunshine after rain, giving people hope and light. My father is still playing drip. I’m afraid it will be in the afternoon when the drip is finished. So I went to my father’s bed cabinet, washed the tableware, poured the soup in the thermos into the bowl, and gave it to my father when it was cooler. My father said that he wanted to get out of bed, and his butt was painful. He wanted to change to a chair. I helped my father get out of bed and let him sit down. After I scooped the soup with a spoon and blew it cold, I put it in my father’s mouth. My father took a bite and was embarrassed to take the second bite. My father insisted that he would never take the second bite, I had to put the soup on the bedside table, and my father ate it while taking intravenous drip. Suddenly, I found that there was a large scar on my father’s left hand, which you didn’t have before you got sick. I was surprised and couldn’t help asking what happened to my father? Seeing my nervous look, my father comforted me with a smile and said with a smile: It was the last injection that was left without an injection. My tears were clearly circling around my eyes. I regretted my father, but I didn’t cry. I raised my head and asked with a smile: Dad, what do you want to eat at night? My sister asked me to ask you? My father put the spoon in the Bowl and said with a smile, “there is no smell when eating anything, so I bought some Haws, which can be naturalized in my mouth. After my father finished speaking, he drank the soup again. I put the rice in the soup. My father ate a little rice by the way, and then all the smelly mouths were poured out. Help father washing tableware, I seating on father the foot of sight with father, silently be by his side, occasionally watch drip 1.1 drops infiltration of blood. Sitting beside my father silently and accompanying him, my father can close his eyes peacefully and have a rest quietly, although it is a moment, but I know this is the happiest thing for my father, because he has his daughter guarding him and accompanying him. After the medicine was finished, I ran to the nurse station and called the nurse. When the nurse came, the needle woke up his father. Any trouble might wake him up, because his father couldn’t fall asleep because of pain. He closed his eyes slightly, I just resisted strongly in front of my daughter. For several hours, I stayed with my father all the time, just like this. Even if I did nothing, I believed that my father would not be lonely any more. The nurse who took the temperature came and took the thermometer to my father. I took the thermometer and put it under my father’s arm. My father still closed his eyes slightly. Five minutes later, my father asked me to take it out accurately. I just had the right time. I sighed that my father’s preparation for the estimation of time was correct. At first glance, it was 36.6 ℃, so I gently put it on the bedside table. In fact, when it comes to the thermometer, I learned it in the fifth grade of primary school, which was taught by my father. I left, went to the supermarket to buy Haws my father wanted to eat, and then went to the cake shop to buy some noodles and watches. I found it difficult for my father to eat rice grains, so I bought some bread to see if my father could eat some. However, I went to sister Nati Tang again, and walked on the road I had already been familiar with, walking towards the hospital, and my mood was once lost to the extreme. When I arrived at the hospital, my father smiled at me. I didn’t know what my father would look like when he opened his eyes and didn’t see me. Will you be very disappointed and worried. I walked on my father’s bedside table, gently put things on it, and washed the tableware again. My father said the soup was still hot and he wanted to wash his feet. I went to the bathroom to fetch water. I tried it with my hand. It was just right, neither cold nor hot, and I was going to let my father wash it. Unexpectedly, when my father tried to say it was too cold, I suddenly realized that my father was a patient. However, just as I stood in front of the cabinet and poured soup, he poured water himself. I turned around and said I would come, but my father smiled and said he could do it himself. I took the footbath basin that poured water and blamed myself. Why did my father pour water? I ran to the boiling room to fetch water. I tried the water temperature, which was much warmer than before. So I took a basin and hurried to my father’s ward. My father took off his socks consciously, I washed it myself. I squatted down to help my father scrub his feet. Looking at my father’s tiny Shank, I really wanted to cry. Since my father was so thin at that time. I felt uneasy and reproached myself. When did I care about my father? If I had discovered his illness earlier, I wouldn’t have turned to this situation. He helped his father finish everything. His father leaned against the bed and ate bread. His father said it didn’t suit his taste, but he still insisted on eating two. My father only drank a few mouthfuls of ganoderma duck soup cooked by my sister, so I poured them all. I don’t have any smell, so I don’t have to eat it. My father then asked me to give a roll of Hawthorn to him, and wanted to eat it. I helped my father tear off the package and handed a roll to my father, but my father ate a roll. I was busy washing the tableware again. After washing, my father urged me to go back to my residence. He also said it was not dark, so go back quickly. Be careful on the way. However, I can’t match my father. Now that I have left. Walking on the road, looking at the neon in the city, it hurt my eyes and tears flowed down. In fact, it was not the neon that hurt my eyes, but my heart cried. I forgot to wash my father’s face and accompany him for a while, because the coming of the night was the most lonely time, but I did it step by step. After more than twenty years, since I don’t know what my father likes most, I once took the love given by my father for granted. I think there is a reason why I seldom come home once a year, I thought it was difficult to make phone calls several times a month because there was nothing to say, so I naturally chose silence instead of making phone calls. I thought there were too many generation hooks between father and daughter, and too many people couldn’t communicate with each other, so I chose to escape and often didn’t go home to have a look. However, on this day, I was completely sober. I was wrong, so wrong. Home is what? Home is a warm corner of Hong Kong, a relaxing place for people, a place where relatives and relatives get together, and a good place for healing, but in a year, I have never been back home several times. At this moment, I really understand the meaning of going home often. If we really wait until the trees want to be quiet but the wind continues, and the children want to be raised but don’t wait, then everything will be too late. This day made me truly understand how to cherish and cherish the happiness with my family. I hereby advise those prodigal sons who don’t go home often to visit and cherish the happiness in front of them. [Responsible editor: easy to get along with]] Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. The answer to the consultation letter is just encouraging an existing… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 14, 2018) January 14, 2018: Today, the temperature in Wujiang is relatively warm, not as cold as a few days ago. 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Afternoon

[Introduction] in this small world belonging to me, I can watch TV, read books, and lie down for a while. This is my territory, I am my master. I suddenly felt that life was not as bad as I thought. My daughter’s classmate came to play at home. At that time, the house was boisterous, and the trumpet sounded one after another. They laughed and played. It was difficult to stop them from speaking, so they simply gave the whole living room and study to them, hiding alone in their room of more than ten square meters, which not only sold their daughter’s favor, but also calmed their ears. Nowadays, the sound insulation effect of reinforced concrete buildings is always better than that of previous wooden houses. With a loud sound of the door, all the noise is blocked outside the door, welcoming a quiet afternoon, making yourself a cup of tieguanyin, looking at the tea leaves like iron knots stretching slowly in the water, some of them can’t wait, passionate and unrestrained, some want to hold the lute, and some want to bloom, some stick to the moral integrity, iron Dan heart, no matter what kind of posture, in the end, they were all in the warmth of water. Under the erosion of time, the intoxicating new green gradually spread out. The shaped leaves Rose like goose feather in the water, settling, settling and rising, the pure and colorless clear water finally dyed the light green color and blended with it. Let people get drunk when they smell it lightly, and take a sip of fragrant tea. With the warm tea soaked into my heart inch by inch, I seemed to find myself. In this small world belonging to me, I can watch TV, read books, and lie down for a while. This is my territory, I am my master. I suddenly feel that life is not as bad as I thought, and staying alone is not necessarily called loneliness. I picked out a half-read book and sat by the window, enjoying it quietly in this quiet afternoon. In fact, in this noisy and chaotic world, we can always find a corner of peace for ourselves and place our souls. In fact, only in the tranquility like Heaven can we stretch ourselves freely like tea flowing into water and cherish each other with life. [Responsible editor: Ke Er]] Like (prose editor: Ke Er) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. The answer to the consultation letter is just encouraging an existing… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 14, 2018) January 14, 2018: Today, the temperature in Wujiang is relatively warm, not as cold as a few days ago. Yesterday and Today, Wu Jiang’s… Be a person who never stops growing up Teacher Lily coughed with a strong nasal tone when she was in yoga class. Maybe it’s uncomfortable, she has less demonstration action today,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 13, 2018) January 13, 2018: Yesterday, my sister and nephew Little David didn’t come to the Dongwan village of jinjiaba where my mother and I stayed temporarily,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 12, 2018) January 12, 2018: The day before yesterday, I said, “my mother will go to Kunshan tomorrow.” However, yesterday, my mother did not go to Kunshan…

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Gray

When the past was lost by clouds and mist, when the ink soaked the blue sky, the vast sky was no longer vast. ——- Not everyone has the opportunity to stand at the original crossroad again and walk on an endless barren land. They have long forgotten how and how they came to this silent corner. There is no sun, no moon, no starlight, and no day and night. Everything is gray white. The gray clouds like smoke, the burnt land leaving dust, and the distant horizon was also hidden in a suffocating bleak gray. The only meteorological feature is the dust falling from the sky. I walked cautiously for a long time. Gradually, I felt the fatigue that could not be dispelled. Every step is extremely difficult. In the end, I was exhausted to the extreme. What puzzled me was that the long walk brought about the change of scene. Am I circling? Ha ha ha ha, I’m circling around. Can’t escape, la la la ~ despair is singing, la la la ~ how harmonious hesitation. I decided to add some warm colors to this dull and cold place. Ha! I finally saw the gray unexpected tone and vibrant juice, which fell on the gray land beautifully and gently, so dazzling and fresh in the gray dust. I need more, so, one knife, another knife, ha ha, there are fresh and real colors everywhere. I fell to the ground with satisfaction, bathing in the warm red. Despair is singing again, hurry up ~ la la la ~ you can’t escape ~ la la la ~ ~ Like (prose editor: prose online) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. The answer to the consultation letter is just encouraging an existing… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 14, 2018) January 14, 2018: Today, the temperature in Wujiang is relatively warm, not as cold as a few days ago. Yesterday and Today, Wu Jiang’s… Be a person who never stops growing up Teacher Lily coughed with a strong nasal tone when she was in yoga class. Maybe it’s uncomfortable, she has less demonstration action today,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 13, 2018) January 13, 2018: Yesterday, my sister and nephew Little David didn’t come to the Dongwan village of jinjiaba where my mother and I stayed temporarily,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 12, 2018) January 12, 2018: The day before yesterday, I said, “my mother will go to Kunshan tomorrow.” However, yesterday, my mother did not go to Kunshan…

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Childhood

In the scorching sun, the sky was like a glass of water dripping with pure blue ink. After dilution, it became light blue and light blue. In the visible view, there are a few white clouds floating lazily in the sky, either far or near. Occasionally there are planes passing through the high air, leaving white lines with uneven thickness, shallow and gradually dissipating. The sunshine is still so dazzling, like an incandescent lamp, emitting its own light and heat. My childhood grew up under such a sky. Now, when studying in a distant place, I feel a little delighted when I go home during the summer vacation. I am unfamiliar and familiar with this place. What is strange is the same piece of land. I have grown up here for more than twenty years, and this piece of land can bring me joy. I am familiar with the land, relatives and houses here. From now on, leave here step by step to realize the ideal of life. My childhood friends have grown up, and each of them has his own way to go, so some don’t go home. Many things enrich our life and emotions. Some things have gone through without feeling anything. After many years, the chance to pick up again often brings different feelings, most of which are positive sunshine. Because with the growth of age and the deepening of understanding, everything becomes the stepping stone for future progress. I vaguely remember all kinds of happiness and sadness in my childhood. Walking on the one-way street of life, the past can only look back. I am standing here, looking at the young me at the beginning of the road, full of immaturity. I suddenly remembered a scene in the movie. The red sun set down on the mountain, and the last sunset glow lit up in the sky. On a high and low mountain road, the two waved goodbye, waving and laughing. Now, I look at the past with a smile and see everything that say goodbye to each other. Review again, without reviewing lessons, it becomes boring and boring. On the contrary, every memory is always like bathing in sunshine, warm and colorful. When I was very young, I was not obsessed with it. The most common thing was to deal with some soil and small animals. I often went to the place where there was silt in front of my house to get some mud back, pinched the planes and cannons I had thought of, and put them in the sun to dry them into finished products, which could only be counted as models. But when the success was achieved, problems would always be exposed. Either the wings of the plane fell or the cannons fell, they couldn’t leave at all, but at that time they also played happily. What impressed me was still a time to catch tadpoles, at the age of five or six years old. At that time, the tadpoles near my home were tired of catching them. Like Colombo found the new continent, I also wanted to find a place full of miracles. I found it by accident one morning. It was a mire full of silt. The water was very shallow. What was important was that there were large tadpoles inside. When there was another companion, they stood in the silt and grasped it heartily. The water was muddy. Later, I didn’t wear the clothes, which was out of the way. These were also the inference that my father found me back home later. It was like a terra cotta warriors covered in mud. My father led me as if I had experienced a journey and pulled me back to reality. Walking on the road, I still remember the eyes of others staring at me. I liked small animals when I was young, and it was common that the newly hatched chicken in my family. The day when the chicken broke its shell, that is, the day when it came to the world to see me. Once, a chicken just hatched, and there happened to be something wrong with its leg, I isolated it separately and made a small single room, which was actually a paper box. Since then, the chicken has been determined to live with me and stay with me every day, but I don’t think so. It depends on me and I don’t rely on it. Slowly, after a few days, they became familiar with each other, but alienated from the old hen. From then on, it began to be isolated and sometimes wanted to get close to other chickens, he was also scared away by the deterrent of hens. Every day, wherever I go, the chicken will follow me. When I am outside, I will limp to my side as soon as I clap my hands. Of course, it doesn’t worry about eating and drinking. I try to feed it every day. When I sleep, I will put it beside me. Unfortunately, it didn’t last long. A few days later, suddenly one day, it became dull, two eyes were dull, standing unstable and a little swaying, eyes closed for a while before opening, patting its head, suddenly it was like waking up from a dream, shaking his body, and soon he recovered to that morbid. I know it will die. Qijia care, Catching insects and feeding water are indifferent. Finally one morning, I woke up and it died. Later I buried it, dug a hole and inserted a branch as its grave. But I didn’t go to see it any more, even I can’t remember where I buried it. I have experienced several similar events like this, but I still don’t understand why I died. At the age of school, Zeng I am went to a school near home with such a small schoolbag on his back. The school was very simple. One teacher taught maths and Chinese, and he taught grade one and grade two. It seemed that the class at that time was not easy, and I could always imagine the balsam pear face that was sent out every exam transcript. At that time, my conceptual good teacher was a teacher who didn’t beat others. Later I changed a teacher and found that there was indeed a good teacher. I was still complaining about the sufferings I suffered at that time. My moral character is extremely correct, but those who can’t change grades, just like the popular men now, can they get money for good quality? Can men be motivated to eat? Some things are not exchanged equally, so there are experiences of being abused by teachers. The pen in the teacher’s hand which had been stopped production was his weapon, which could be called sword. Even a double-edged sword was not a sword. For me, there was no positive side. In addition to the score of failing, there was also the sword which had been stabbed on the forehead of many classmates with full arms and military caps for countless times. It was really a lost sword, but it was also used by bad people. I failed the first grade exam and was promoted to the second grade. I failed the second grade exam, so I was promoted to the third grade. The secret is to get to know the teacher. Now I think about it, but it doesn’t have any profound influence. Later, I changed a school from the third grade to the fifth grade. At that time, I could be admitted, but my grades were still average. The traditional education of primary school may not be popular in persuasion education for a long time, but it is still solved by force. It still does not escape from the fate of being educated by teachers. It has rewritten the composition and Zhou Ji several times. Sometimes I went home late after school to persuade and educate me, and finally I went home slowly. Summer vacation homework is often a diary, 45 days off 45 days diary, almost to the beginning of school is often a day when 10 days, write 10 diaries every day, now I think it really makes me anxious. In primary school, teachers are God. Only when you treat God well can God broadband you. I felt suffering at that time, but now I feel it is passing by. I only feel that the experiences at that time were very interesting. The value of some things lies in the fact that the dead will never come again, and the plot can not be re-staged and changed. In the past, there was no need to criticize it. In the end, it was yourself that should be blamed. In the past, we had to convince ourselves to be beautiful. Childhood is far away, but it is beautiful. Like (prose editor: Yue ran) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. The answer to the consultation letter is just encouraging an existing… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 14, 2018) January 14, 2018: Today, the temperature in Wujiang is relatively warm, not as cold as a few days ago. Yesterday and Today, Wu Jiang’s… Be a person who never stops growing up Teacher Lily coughed with a strong nasal tone when she was in yoga class. Maybe it’s uncomfortable, she has less demonstration action today,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 13, 2018) January 13, 2018: Yesterday, my sister and nephew Little David didn’t come to the Dongwan village of jinjiaba where my mother and I stayed temporarily,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 12, 2018) January 12, 2018: The day before yesterday, I said, “my mother will go to Kunshan tomorrow.” However, yesterday, my mother did not go to Kunshan…

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Maybe

Get up in the morning and run outside with friends. I ran desperately and breathed the fresh air in the wild. I just felt confused and annoyed, but my friends might not know. I tried my best to get rid of it, but I couldn’t get rid of it! The thoughts that keep cutting and sorting are still chaotic! I know that for such a long time, I am just looking for a feeling, a feeling of empathy. As long as I have empathy, I don’t care about his appearance, status and family, however, it is wrong to have such a feeling. I don’t know what he looks like, just taller than me. Under the background that grandma just passed away, in such cold weather, I just talked with him attentively, I was just talking with him by feeling, which I didn’t have when I was in contact with others. However, after finding the feeling we never had with others, we are close relatives again! I was sick for a while, and my friends scolded him directly. Even girls like me didn’t value him, so blind! But they will not know the real reason. Yes, I am not beautiful and have no temperament at all. I just live with heart, full of enthusiasm and love. I don’t want to have one more hurt or grievance in this world, perhaps because I have suffered too many injuries in my heart, so I really want to have that kind of life without annoyance, sadness and pain, relaxed and free seems to be so far away from me that others may think I am a relatively cheerful girl. However, none of them knew the hidden pain in my heart, and I often felt so tired. However, I don’t know who will be my most reliable shoulder when I am tired. I just don’t dare to give and choose easily. Life is like a dream, which is fleeting, and a heart is waiting and waiting for whom? I always feel oppressed in my heart! It turned out that I was such a sentimental girl! I really hope that I can forget those unhappy things as soon as possible, and I really hope that my heart will not be surrounded by depression any more! I hope that I can decorate my life with happiness and ease. Fate is destined to make my mood cheerful. Forget it! Forget it! Maybe this is a kind of wrong love! Like (prose editor: prose online) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. The answer to the consultation letter is just encouraging an existing… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 14, 2018) January 14, 2018: Today, the temperature in Wujiang is relatively warm, not as cold as a few days ago. Yesterday and Today, Wu Jiang’s… Be a person who never stops growing up Teacher Lily coughed with a strong nasal tone when she was in yoga class. Maybe it’s uncomfortable, she has less demonstration action today,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 13, 2018) January 13, 2018: Yesterday, my sister and nephew Little David didn’t come to the Dongwan village of jinjiaba where my mother and I stayed temporarily,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 12, 2018) January 12, 2018: The day before yesterday, I said, “my mother will go to Kunshan tomorrow.” However, yesterday, my mother did not go to Kunshan…

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Dandelion

In fact, I don’t like it, but I love him and have a girlfriend? What do you want to do? My friend said, I smile bitterly, alas! What can I do? His girlfriend is my benefactor. Did he break up? What are you going to do? My friend said, I am still silent, alas! What can I do? I can’t do anything about feelings. The sunset gradually faded away in a sea of clouds, and the afterglow of the sunset shone on my face, slightly stabbing pain. In fact, I didn’t like it, but love to remember that day. It seemed that you left me an impressive side face during the meeting. Only one glance, but I couldn’t forget it. However, after saying this sentence, you say that you are scared. The light butterfly feather drooped down and cast a faint shadow on my face. I can only say, forget it. I wish you happiness. We have known each other for just 360 days. You must not know, when I saw you for the first time, I felt that kind of mood with certain eyes. I remembered that it was the first meeting. I went very early and sat down waiting for everyone to attend. You just sat opposite me with such a big grudge, talking with others calmly, turning around occasionally and sweeping my cheek in the corner, which unexpectedly made me feel that the blood flow was accelerating. Your unruly expression, your natural and unrestrained movements, the pink shirt unbuttoned three buttons, revealing a small Sexy Chest. I thought, this boy is really beautiful. The second time I saw you was in that entrepreneurship competition. Later, I thanked God countless times for creating such an opportunity to let me know you. You held my hand, which was a polite handshake, but I was at a loss when you called out my name and asked me if I was in Zibo, like a child who has never learned etiquette, he completely forgot the things around him in a few nights, holding your hands hard and not letting go. You would never know my heart was full of excitement at that time and the ecstasy that could not be suppressed, so that whenever I thought of this scene afterwards, I couldn’t help laughing and crying. It’s your fault for what happened later. It is true that people say you are beautiful. It is indeed your fault to have such a gentle and considerate girlfriend, which also gives me a chance. And I am really stupid. Knowing that you have her, but you can’t die, you still deny your feelings, knowing that God played a big joke with me, holding me up gently, then leave it at will. I fell heavily from the clouds, and even didn’t have time to overlook the dreamland of nothingness. You can’t forget the Yangling Park you took me. Listening to your murmured words, my heart was full of my own little happiness. Every time you peep at your side face and find it, you will pretend to overlook the scenery in the distance as if nothing had happened. I don’t know if you deliberately ignore it, but only know that your cheeks are burning. After that, every time I went through and recalled, the fluffy clouds of that day came into your brown pupils, the breeze blew down your hair, and your gentle expression in memory, no subtractive. You are smart, leaving me such a wonderful memory that I will never forget or hate in my life. If you want to hate, you can’t hate it, because after all, I don’t like it simply. Later, I admit to the vast earth, to the majestic Aoyu, and to my own heart, this is love, so even if you break up with her, you are so cruel that you are afraid of love. The better the girl is, the more dare she dare not provoke me. I still can’t hate you, I just remember that you made a net that you couldn’t get rid of with tenderness and the kind of free and easy that you were born with, which meant deadly temptation to me, and locked me firmly. A heart made of glass is printed with indelible marks. You taught me what love is and the painful waiting until I finally let go, if you are willing to say in anger that you are not worthy of me, you will be willing to hold back the tears in your heart and wish you leave with a smile. It turns out that when you are lonely, it is your hands and fingers; When you miss, you will feel heartbroken even when you breathe; It turns out that the emotional thing turns around for a lifetime now, I have already let go. In life, many things always fail, and many people always miss them. I can only say that the fate given by God is too shallow. Jack hasn’t met Rose yet, and the Titanic has sunk in the vast sea of ice. Forget it, wish you happiness. I can only say so. I deleted your phone number and constantly changed my own, just to forget you and cut off all connections with you. Those who are expected to get should work hard, and those who are hopeless don’t mind. In this way, no matter win or lose, the posture will be beautiful. In fact, I always understand that it’s really hard to do it [Editor in charge: Man Tree] Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. The answer to the consultation letter is just encouraging an existing… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 14, 2018) January 14, 2018: Today, the temperature in Wujiang is relatively warm, not as cold as a few days ago. Yesterday and Today, Wu Jiang’s… Be a person who never stops growing up Teacher Lily coughed with a strong nasal tone when she was in yoga class. 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Examination

[Introduction]: still late in the classroom, tables and chairs have moved row by row, but it seems that the moving time has become a gray memory. Naturally go to the original position. I thought it was because of the confusion in the early morning. I didn’t even notice my desk, so I went straight to my original position in front of his desk. It started before the end. There was no doubt whether the tangled noisy classroom covered up the waiting for the ending, or whether the noisy classroom was the real emotion still arrived late in the classroom, with tables and chairs moving row by row, but it seems that the moving time has become a gray memory. Naturally go to the original position. I thought it was because of the confusion in the early morning. I didn’t even notice my desk, so I went straight to my original position in front of his desk. My hands lightly touched the chair turned upside down on the table, and finally shrank when I saw a pile of messy textbooks on the Table Mountain. He sniffed and laughed, with a little meaning of snickering. The Sound spread to my ears without enlarging several DB. A little awkward, I looked around and took a few small steps to carry out the correct route. It is still not acceptable to change a teacher, even if I knew it a few weeks earlier. The strength of the new teacher is really good, but we have chosen the new and the old for the moment. When the bell rang, the new teacher came into the classroom naturally and accepted it silently until it became the same nostalgia in the future. She said that I felt a little cold and a little boring. I thought it was not only that she felt like this, but also that for me, I would rather choose to let the feeling of loss settle into the deep of my memory, A light smile later. In short, the old will not go, and the new will not come. Even if the weather in recent summer is covered by the sudden fall, the review of the college entrance examination is still like the wave beating the shore rock, and the momentum is constant and fierce with the day. Life is just like a wheel of push. Even if every step is repeated, what you can do is to taste every diverse rotating and colorful one. [Editor in charge: Man Tree] Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. The answer to the consultation letter is just encouraging an existing… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 14, 2018) January 14, 2018: Today, the temperature in Wujiang is relatively warm, not as cold as a few days ago. Yesterday and Today, Wu Jiang’s… Be a person who never stops growing up Teacher Lily coughed with a strong nasal tone when she was in yoga class. Maybe it’s uncomfortable, she has less demonstration action today,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 13, 2018) January 13, 2018: Yesterday, my sister and nephew Little David didn’t come to the Dongwan village of jinjiaba where my mother and I stayed temporarily,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 12, 2018) January 12, 2018: The day before yesterday, I said, “my mother will go to Kunshan tomorrow.” However, yesterday, my mother did not go to Kunshan…

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Play soil

[Introduction] Nowadays, there will never be any children engaging in this dangerous game, and no parents will allow their children to participate in this kind of activity. Even martial arts, boxing, kicking ball and other activities are seldom cultivated. Unless you don’t know how to read, you don’t agree even if you have a good talent. All kinds of inferior products are only high-educated! Fighting a local war was a dangerous game I played when I was young. When it came to school or Saturday, we went to the battlefield at the same time (my parents were basically not at home during the day, so there was no need to ask for instructions), the small partners are divided into two sides, which are basically fair. The seed players who have good arm strength and throw far away are the ones. The rest are determined by Hammer, scissors and cloth. Open the two sides for a certain distance (it is appropriate for ordinary people to throw them into the distance), prepare clods respectively (the size is moderate, it is appropriate for those who can throw far away and have power), and announce the war after discussion, at that time, large and small clods were roaring in the air, just like bullets shuttling back and forth. They didn’t deliberately decide to win or lose. What they wanted was fun. It was not until the two sides were exhausted that the chief declared the armistice. The result of the war was: everyone had a dirty face, some had a blue face and a swollen nose, and some had a broken head, bleeding and sweating for the country. After returning home with glorious injuries, they only needed to tell their parents that they fell down accidentally (their parents didn’t have time to investigate), you can rest assured to recover your wounds and regroup in the future. It was not until the production captain came home to complain that we destroyed the crops that my parents suddenly realized that they would accept the skin test which was more cruel than fighting the earth war. Although numerous scars can still be seen till now, my tough body has been trained by fighting against soil. When I was a child, touching, climbing, rolling and beating made me benefit for life. Now my headache, brain fever and mosquito bites are absolutely Pediatric. Nowadays, there will never be any children engaging in this dangerous game, and no parents will allow their children to participate in this kind of activity. Even activities like martial arts, boxing and kicking ball are rarely cultivated with the heart. Unless you don’t know how to read, you don’t agree even if you have a good talent. All kinds of inferior products are only high-educated! Nowadays, the activities that children participate in are all under the control of their parents, such as parent-child games, inter-generational games and national integration. When they fall down, their parents help them up. Parents would rather be cattle and horses than let their children enjoy them, we exercised our will in games and developed our intelligence in games. When we were young, our parents didn’t play games. Now our children’s parents will certainly play games, all for their children and all for their children. Of course, now children also experience dangerous games, that is, virtual dangerous games on the Internet, which are far more dangerous than fighting local battles, It can be experienced in all kinds of modern wars such as moving swords and guns, planes and cannons, missiles and nuclear weapons. The fierceness of weapons, the fierceness of Warriors and the fierceness of wars are beyond the ability of fighting local battles. But to say something about fun, to say something about exercising will, it is better to fight local battles! [Responsible editor: Ke Er]] Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. The answer to the consultation letter is just encouraging an existing… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 14, 2018) January 14, 2018: Today, the temperature in Wujiang is relatively warm, not as cold as a few days ago. Yesterday and Today, Wu Jiang’s… Be a person who never stops growing up Teacher Lily coughed with a strong nasal tone when she was in yoga class. Maybe it’s uncomfortable, she has less demonstration action today,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 13, 2018) January 13, 2018: Yesterday, my sister and nephew Little David didn’t come to the Dongwan village of jinjiaba where my mother and I stayed temporarily,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 12, 2018) January 12, 2018: The day before yesterday, I said, “my mother will go to Kunshan tomorrow.” However, yesterday, my mother did not go to Kunshan…

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Suiyu

1. Lunch at noon today, I managed to fry myself a dried tofu. How could I know that my meal was not cooked, like porridge, and I had no appetite at all. Really pain. A person lives freely, but suffers. 2. The climax of loss all plans are far behind the changes. My half-day plan tomorrow failed. I thought I didn’t have to go to work tomorrow, but I didn’t know I would go to work as usual without a holiday tomorrow. I was really depressed and couldn’t find a reason to breathe well. I can’t find words to express my agitated mood. 3. The comfort of the corner was extremely uncomfortable in my heart. When watching “The Girl of death”, a friend who hadn’t appeared for a long time showed up on Q and talked a few words hurriedly, then there is much less depression. Then when I went out, I received a call from Dabao and hit each other. I was in a good mood. Friends from afar are a kind of comfort. Speaking is also a comfort. Otherwise, I really doubt that I will be suffocated here. Khan,,,,,,,, recent oral tan into sweat, I don’t know when change, perhaps is very cold. Recently, I have said less, less space to enter others, less chatting with others, and more time to talk to myself. The hutong suddenly disappeared, and there was no feeling anymore, because it was originally a sudden appearance, so it was normal to suddenly disappear. I am not disappointed because I have learned not to expect. Mydeardiary, do you think I have become an immortal? Maybe I am born with the evil immortal bone of Satan’s catalogue. Hehe. Do you think there will be half a day off tomorrow? I want to buy a sweater, it’s too cold. 4 confession of cold tone I always thought the most beautiful season in winter. Although I now cold hands and feet shaking, although they say now is early winter of 1 ℃, although I knew that the snake hibernation when becoming reposes the normal in. I still think winter is the most beautiful season. This is the first winter I waited in the north, and maybe the last one I waited in the north. In winter, the Earth is depressed and the crowd is sparse. I think this is the true face of the world. I am trembling in the true face of the world, but I still hold my head high, because I have to face it with my head high when I like it. I think this kind of self is really false. But is there anything wrong with falsity? Falsity is a social fact, and the older it is, the more false it is. Look. I found another excuse. I have always been a person who only believes in feelings. I have felt very good about one person for a long time, for four and a half years. I feel that I like him, but love is not love, love is not wrong, so I feel it is not wrong. It is hard for me to fall in love with someone, so I am destined to have a long loneliness. I think I am quite rational. Therefore, all my friends, please don’t worry about me. One day, the right feeling that I can meet but can’t seek will come. Lol. Postscript: I thought my diary today was quite long, but I didn’t write a page in word. Khan…… [Responsible editor: yi er]] Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. The answer to the consultation letter is just encouraging an existing… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 14, 2018) January 14, 2018: Today, the temperature in Wujiang is relatively warm, not as cold as a few days ago. Yesterday and Today, Wu Jiang’s… Be a person who never stops growing up Teacher Lily coughed with a strong nasal tone when she was in yoga class. Maybe it’s uncomfortable, she has less demonstration action today,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 13, 2018) January 13, 2018: Yesterday, my sister and nephew Little David didn’t come to the Dongwan village of jinjiaba where my mother and I stayed temporarily,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 12, 2018) January 12, 2018: The day before yesterday, I said, “my mother will go to Kunshan tomorrow.” However, yesterday, my mother did not go to Kunshan…