Month: October 2015

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Life

Finally, today, on the day I expected, I made a choice. I ‘d better die. Nothing is reluctant and nothing is worth recalling, what’s more, nothing is worth worrying about. Sometimes, you don’t need to know a thing in detail, just a little subtle to extreme actions, words, eyes, we can know the inevitability of the result. Students say that many things are necessary, which is undoubted and necessary. Moreover, there is no retreat, and there is no retreat, on the road of life, in fact, the hardest thing is not to overcome the thorns on one road, but to choose at the intersection. It is because of the unknowable future that I hesitate to choose, for fear of losing, I want to get it, I want to be lazy, I want to covet it, but these words don’t have all the commendatory and derogatory meanings when they are used on it, because at this time it is the time when everyone decides the length of life, there is no so-called nobility. For the future, these must be considered. Now it is determined that they are all necessary. There is no need to avoid them! I started the class for a day, and there was nothing lost. I just didn’t understand anything in geography class, and it took another class to understand all the problems, as for what I was doing in class, I didn’t know. I just knew that I didn’t see the teacher’s face clearly. It was a lot far away. The seat was in the back. I couldn’t see or hear clearly. It turned out that, the distant distance can be separated a lot. Even the knowledge can’t be learned within a short distance. It’s not because of hard work, but distance! She told me that sometimes distance could eliminate all the good and bad things. At that time, I said that distance could be shortened in front of sincerity. Now it seems that this distance can’t be said no, it can’t be said that it can be overcome. It can only be said that it began to produce, it began to devour me, and it gradually destroyed the spirit. The science class was taken as a joke by me again. After listening to music, I looked at science books without tune. To be honest, there are still a long time to go in this way, but I can’t have such kind of mood any more. People, you can’t keep dragging like this, and you can’t deceive yourself like this. Therefore, now, you can only gradually return to an initial state and draw every stroke carefully. I downloaded a few songs on MP4, but only listened to three of them, repeated and tasted. I did more than ten pages of exercise books in one night, and cut through the places I wrote crazily with the most evil psychology, revealing the most essential color. I like this, although I still need to review my study, but such craziness should belong to the boredom in learning. It is better to tear it up without any explanation, because these things are only worthy of being called exercises, not life, present, future, or even the next life, useless! Useless! Learning is not such a rigid dogma! Enough! I should be rebellious. No one shouted, so I was allowed to run wild on my own territory and make unnecessary struggles on my own territory. I felt very happy. Looking at the shabby books, I felt distressed, because what I just paid was completely lost after a period of uncalm. In my mind, my memory is still there, and I have not lost it! Without Sorrow! The deafening sound of tearing books is still in my ears. The manic temper should be like this. The nature is like this. Who has no wildness and impulse. Think about whether all the choices need to be determined, whether they all need to be engraved on the World Declaration, whether they all need to be engraved …… now, only you know your own requirements, appearance, it doesn’t represent anything any more. You can create beauty without a handsome face, and you can choose to be open-minded. I ‘ve always wanted to see a meteor, even one, but I haven’t seen it in 17 years. I hope I can see it once in 18 years, it is not like everyone making a beautiful wish when the meteor falls to the ground. I just want to see whether there is sadness and nostalgia for the universe in my eyes at the moment when the meteor falls to the world, maybe, it was just a little bright light disappearing instantly. I just saw a light that went out slowly. It was just passing through the air. I let it into the soil and slowly disappeared, I also have tears in the universe. In a corner of the earth …… I heard that there is a kind of love called letting go, which must be the result of self-comfort. If the person you love most wants to leave, see how you can find the reason to let go. The lyrics of this game can represent a feeling, a satirical psychology, too explicit, like emotion, every sentence is so sensitive that it becomes a stroke in the book of life and death. When to eliminate all the strokes with emotion, that is Detachment. But on this road, how many people died on the way, not because of how rough it was, but because of her, he, it hurt her at the same time, he, its heart, at a certain moment they died at the same time, disappeared at the same time, on the life and death book, I wrote down my ignorant name heavily, because Because they should have existed for a longer time, let’s say, how many things like this happen around them, aren’t they also on the way? But the last stroke has not been finished yet. I am still hesitating and thinking. I can only smile and say to myself: too silly, really, there is no choice. However, we still walked slowly on this road. Maybe, this is destiny. Some people have no chance here. Am I one of them? Or am I dead? Unclear thoughts, messy! Why did I start to curl up in the wind? Why did I start to tremble in the wind? Why did I start to cry in the wind? What a strong wind, but I couldn’t scrape away the heavy hot air in my chest. I protected it tightly, life is also fragile in a gust of wind. I wrote a lot and thought a lot. I really chose to die. Don’t hesitate. Some things are not born, but some things do not belong to me, I don’t want those who belong to me to hold tightly. When will the hot air spread out on my chest? But the blowing of time will make her disappear. Can she come back? No longer insist; Can you come back? I can’t understand; It’s hard to know if I can come back…… [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. 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Memorial

During the vacation before senior three, I made an appointment with many friends: singing together after graduation, rolling the road together, and climbing the sky together. I swore to make up for the youth of senior three years. Then I continued to feel at ease and calm in the depressed time of senior three, full of longing for the summer vacation not far away. In the last month, cheer up and embrace each other, thinking about the blueprint for the future. The real Coming June 7th was hard to fall asleep because of muggy, trivial things and indescribable mood. Think of the encouraging words of friends and pretend that you have fallen asleep. The examination room is an empty shell, and only when you are personally on the scene can you know that the words of optimism and encouragement once existed seem to be a wisp of light smoke, so you can’t control it and watch it drift away gently. Then another real drama was staged, in which someone was happy and someone was worried. Tears, laments and laughter, and happiness contend with each other, ending some people’s bright dreams of youth. Some left, some left. My mother said to me: 12 years later, I finally threw you out. She cried more beautiful than smiled, wrinkles like a blooming flower. Dad didn’t know what to say, just nodded. A good friend became a dormant silkworm, and the failure of the college entrance examination was a nightmare binding her body and mind. We love her, but we can’t get into Iceland in her heart. Watching the gods, begging to care for her, hoping to give her everything good. Keep her quiet, waiting for her to wake up. The world is always divided, and good and bad are intertwined and separated forever. Gradually I forget the change of seasons and the heartbeat of my first love. But I still remember that a man named youth once appeared in my life, cheering and jumping. He loved mountains and rivers, once wanted to be a wandering poet, and once wanted to build a warm home for abandoned cats and dogs. What warms me is the dream, but the reality is cold. The Morning Glory blossomed for a summer and withered in the fireworks of the sunset glow. Youth cannot wait for the dream of tomorrow, and she has no passion to give her the power to continue to survive. I saw it decline step by step, and my breath was gradually boundless in my ears, so I could do nothing. Youth is still gone, and I can’t pull it even if I try my best. Its leaving left a large blank for my life. In fact, I haven’t had time to show my heart to it. I always like it, so deep. However, I can’t open the mouth. I don’t know if only I am so clumsy in the world that I can’t even say I like it. Really, I love my youth so much. But she only slipped past my 18 years old for a short time. Too late to say goodbye. [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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Night

Text, Heart thousands of knots QQ652179123 poem: Lonely Night, lonely heart. The moon is broken in the breeze, and the pillow is cold. Empty and self-endurance, dejected. The mood is disordered, and the pen is broken. Can you understand?!?!?! Evaluation about it! 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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Want to understand

The New Year’s Eve 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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Wandering

no. 1 passionate and blurred, stride forward to send a message It has been more than two years since I came to this city. Today, I finally crossed the edge of this land with peaceful thoughts. In the crevice between the traffic flow and the crowd, I felt the rush of shuttling silently. Groups of passers-by of all kinds drew their footprints under the hot sun according to their familiar steps. The stooped figure who bargained with the stall owner beside the stall, the naughty boy who passed by lightly on the skateboard, the men and women who walked slowly, the child in the back seat of the car, hugged the mother who was riding tightly, an old couple with a face of innocent pleasure attracted my eyes. They plainly dressed. The old woman who sat in the chair with a warm face and satisfied smile sometimes raised her head and said something to the old man who pushed the chair behind her. At this time, the old man also whispered to the old woman with a face of harmony and ease. Until they passed by, gradually moving away, but their slight tone lingered around their ears for a long time. It seemed that this section of street was filled with their faint smile, permanent and long. Warm hands together, a total of white head. Is so! 2009.11.02 No. 2 it contains love and beauty, and you can stroll peacefully The warm sun overflows, the breeze touches the face, the warmth penetrates into a little cool and thin, and the chill is mixed with warmth. You refused the invitation and prepared to wander alone again. In this way, most of the clothes in the wardrobe are black. Put on a black coat, put on black jeans, put on black boots, and carry a black bag. Shut down, blocking troubles. Squeeze into the bus, habitually watching the scenery outside through the window. White snow remained faintly among the sparse grass, gradually melting, silent and lonely. I started to walk alone in the downtown, and used to thinking in the vast crowd and traffic. You walk through monopoly shops one after another, from the door. Listen to the familiar melody flowing out from the inside, unconsciously follow the lyrics that are familiar and rotten to the heart. At a glance, graceful customers are enjoying the weekend, carefully selecting to find their satisfaction. You walk past with a smile. Today you are only a spectator, a passer. Looking at all kinds of people, what kind of people will you be soon. Will? I don’t know how long I have been away, my feet ache, and the rush of traffic can’t calm down your chaotic mood. Go to the library, where you may find a peace, you think. Crowded people, a wide variety of books, you search for that vague familiar image eagerly and palpitations. Remember, the past is that it unlocks your imprisonment, makes you smile comfortably and suddenly enlightened. You went to the former position, no. Search one by one, looking forward to it, excited, disappointed. Finally, I didn’t find it, so I felt disappointed. Looking up and glancing at the clock on the wall, it turned out that I had stayed for more than two hours unconsciously. With several prose collections in my hand, I looked at the coming time. 2009.11.22 [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. 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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We

All gone away all gone away under the bright blue and clear sky in July I am speechless alone what is reunion and separation I suddenly realize that such a day has been going back and forth for three years but suddenly in my life vanishing without a trace, it is always a matter of nature and a matter of life. Tears flow first. The sunset is speechless. The whole world is lost. I know that there will never be such a day. There will never be time to care about the days. I can’t feel the weight in my hand, just like the fine quicksand flowing through, leaving only the gentle touch in my palm, I can’t smell the busyness of the past, confused, enriched and slightly yellowed memory is full of marks on the pages of the book reminding us of the real days we have gone through. When spring goes far away, when summer comes again, when everything we used to play on others again it is the twist in the wind that moves the string of memory but can no longer play the song of youth. Wandering on the edge of the city, I want to find something and find everything is disconsoled. Time is really a shrewd magician. What? At that time, some feelings have changed. Those who have gone far can’t be found. Only the wheel of time is still running over. Don’t worry, don’t worry. [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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Along

[Introduction] as the long river of history goes to today, the choice is not broken or easier. However, the experience that can be used for reference is others’ experience after all, which is somewhat imaginary, so we have to explore by ourselves. I once dreamed of being a person like Li Bai, but as I grew up, I found its unreality in this era. The days are like the clouds flowing in the sky, floating in the air and leaving suddenly, and there are always three monotonous colors: white, gray and black. When it left, there were not many delightful memories left except some vague shadows that could not be grasped. We are always repeating this monotony, and we always like to make simplicity complicated. A little black gray and white giant net woven in the days is spreading to every busy person. We are like birds in cages. No matter how we beat our wings, we still cannot fly further. After all, we are slaves of life. Because there is no life that really belongs to me, I don’t like memories. Just as Zhang Ailing said: memories always make people disappointed. The beauty of the past only makes people feel that everything is over, but the troubles of the past will only make people worry again. Apart from childhood, I am don’t have many beautiful days. The happy times left in my heart are always the same as mine. As I grow older, there are still many troubles, so my memory is very bad. I chose to think in the moment and let the upcoming days come to my mind in advance. When I was free, I would weave the net of life, network myself and others, and the net was woven, but I have to try to fly out, so I am always tired. I think tiredness is the stain of our era. In such an era, few people are really happy. Because there are too many things to pursue and choose, and the desire is also great. The bigger the desire is, the busier and busier it is, and the more tired the heart is. Facing the complicated world and dazzling choices, don’t invite yourself to worry. In order to relieve troubles, everyone gave birth to countless scheming, and people’s hearts began to become dangerous. The relationship between people became tense and their emotions became indifferent, thus forming a harsh living environment, we are struggling in such an environment. In fact, everyone is eager for happiness, but he always encounters dangers and pains. How to be happy, Hippocratic said: only balance and abstinence can people live a happy and harmonious life. Abstinence means abstinence of desire. If there is less desire, the heart will be clear. If the heart is clear, the blue sky and colorful clouds will be seen, and the days will be colorful. However, it is more difficult to control desire in a dangerous living environment full of temptation than to ascend the heaven. Everyone is praying for the gift of God. Who will be willing to lag behind others? However, some people also sent out different prayers. Tagore wrote in “My prayers”: Let me not pray to get shelter in danger, but pray to face them fearlessly; let me not pray that my pain will remain still, but ask my heart to conquer it. In this way, I chose to face it. I will try to conquer my pain with my heart. My heart is always bitter when I grow up. When I was young, I drank plain boiled water, which was sweet. When I grew up, I always had a taste of medicine. Now my heart has been used to tasting strong tea and coffee without sugar. In fact, the key is not what we drink, but what our hearts taste from it. You can taste the faint fragrance from bitter tea and coffee, and you can also taste the sweetness hidden behind life from pain. In fact, I am get used to the pain. The sky in Chengdu is always real Gray, which is different from the colorful false life of many urbanites, but it is in line with my life picture. I am urban outlanders. I think many people with pure souls are urban Outlanders! We are incompatible with these modern cities. Being in them is just like a ghost. Apart from the noise, it is unreal and unreal. I dare not stretch out my hands or open my mind, because the buildings in the bustling city are cold, the wind is not free, and life is stiff and mechanical. However, there were still a lot of people who tried hard to join the bustling crowd and then took themselves as the collateral of the city. From then on, they were imprisoned and lost themselves. I remember that in Goethe’s Faust, there is also such a meaning that Dr. Faust, who is addicted to the study, wants to experience the prosperity, wealth and power of the outside world, he did not hesitate to sell his soul to the devil meifest. However, after experiencing all kinds of sufferings in the world, he finally chose to embrace nature and live a simple life. I am willing to be Prometheus who is bound on the mountains and rocks by the same pain. Although there are Jiuying pecking the heart every day, at least I still have my own faith and can breathe fresh air. Unlike Faust who betrayed his soul, he was always manipulated by others and had no life of his own. But I also don’t want to make my life seem tired and boring in order to stick to an unfulfilled wish, just like Sisyphus who pushes stones up the mountain every day in Greek mythology. Everyone can have his own choice, but there is only one purpose, which is to live happily and happily. However, what is a happy and happy life can only be explored and experienced by oneself. As graduation approached, I was faced with few but difficult choices. In human history, some people spent a lifetime to make decisions, but life left me not much time to make decisions, so I am very upset. I can be regarded as a relatively realistic person, who was originally admitted to the graduate school. On the one hand, I really like literature and want to improve myself; On the other hand, I am afraid to face the reality too early and want to have more student dreams for several years; the third is to find a better job with higher salary. However, life was always like black humor, and I got an embarrassing score that couldn’t go up. It’s hard to make a decision before the score line comes out, but I have foreseen the slim hope, so adjust it, but I’m not willing to go to an ordinary college. Look for a job. However, after work, I am afraid that the literary dream will be further away from me. Today’s society is enough to turn a person into an inhuman person. The school is a prison in heaven. Students who were originally living a good life kept trying to get out of the prison and go to the road to hell. I think of the students who went to Beijing to take the exam under the ancient imperial examination system, and how excited and uneasy they were going to the examination room, to the larger prison and invisible net. How many people were defeated, and from then on, they were down and down for a lifetime, or they were drunk and Dreamless in the alley of fireworks and Willow. However, a truly great person is not successful, but can stand up a hard backbone from the pain after failure, gripping the throat of fate. Li Bai and Du Fu were not imperial scholars, but what really made people remember was not those noble people who were in high positions and power for a while after passing the exam, but those who were abandoned by life but still loved life. Looking at those students shuttling back and forth in the campus, those red men and green women, my heart was filled with pain. How many people will be submerged in the secular world, and how many people can insist on seeing the vast sea and sky? How many students are learning the external flashy, and how many are learning the noble character? Life should not be divided. Can we sharpen our souls while learning the skills of making a living? University education should not be divided. I think of the choices of great people thousands of years ago. Li Bai was a generous and stubborn person. He was open-minded and eclectic. Zeng Gao sang and went out with laughter. I was not from Penghao. He sang mountains and rivers, eulogizing the working people. However, when the emperor asked him to go to the court to whitewash the peace, he assumed that the emperor would not go aboard and called himself the immortal in the wine. Lying on the stone, I dreamed of myself. He is a powerful person who can make me unhappy. He lives his own life. Du Fu is also a person who chooses to live an ordinary life. He always stands with the working people. Although he has to endure hunger, cold and hard work all the time, I know that he is happy in his heart. There was also Tao Yuanming who didn’t bend his waist for the five Dou of rice. He abandoned his official position and retired. He lived a leisurely idyllic life, which described an ideal life like peach blossom garden for us. Su Shi was also a person whom I admired very much. He chose hanging pot to save the world, but he still suffered a lot in officialdom. Because he was smooth enough and would not flatter, he also tasted the sufferings of life in his whole life. Officialdom and shopping malls are always devoid of humanity. No matter how great a person is, he will be destroyed and become small in that occasion. The difficulty of choice made countless people who originally had lofty souls succumb to each other in a single thought. Guo Moruo was originally a talented poet, but he betrayed himself in front of desire for profit and power. The so-called poems he eulogized later made people feel sick. Zhou Zuoren’s literary talent is also good. His prose reads like a cup of light tea, which makes people feel relaxed. However, he is still a traitor. Even Bacon, a philosophical British writer who wrote “on life”, could not tolerate his loss in officialdom and flatter himself. Life is really not that simple, especially if you want to live a meaningful life, it is difficult! However, although some people choose the seemingly wrong life, it is not so disgusting. Hu Lancheng was a high-ranking official of Wang puppet regime. Zhang Ailing chose him, and many people felt shameful about Zhang Ailing’s choice. But I thought her choice didn’t go against anything. She knew what she really wanted. She chose her own love instead of the regime. You should know that Hu Lancheng was also very talented. Her two hearts were happy with each other, which made her a critical marriage. From the long river of history to today, the choice has not been broken, nor has it become easier. However, the experience that can be used for reference is others’ experience after all, which is somewhat empty, so we have to explore by ourselves. I once dreamed of being a person like Li Bai, but as I grew up, I found its unreality in this era. I would not be as bitter as Du Fu. Ma Xiaoxiao paid attention to the sufferings of people’s livelihood, because it was also unrealistic. Tao Yuanming’s seed beans are gradually leaving me at the foot of Nanshan Mountain. It seemed that Su Shi’s bamboo stick and Mang shoes were the only way to win the horse. No one was afraid that Ren Ping was born with a misty rain. But Su Shi, who was already in his old age, realized his life after the cruel destruction of life, it was his last choice. His mood was always bleak, and there was no wind or rain, and there was still a long way to go. It seemed that he could only walk carefully step by step, slowly groping. [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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Youth

Reading a book by one, crying by one, waiting by one, heartbreaking by one, pouring a cup of coffee by one, experiencing bitter taste by one, getting wet alone, wasting all the time, crying with pain when one is tired, crying with pain who can see through the pain of my disguise if it is broken? Who can understand my inner feelings? The indifferent city is so fragile. Who changes those eyes? Who makes youth burst into tears? [Editor in charge: yi 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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[Introduction] the Qixing Miao group introduced by a magazine is very creative. In our country, there are five surnames of Long Live Chairman Mao, including east, west, north and south, and Chai Mi oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar tea, one hundred million megabytes, up and down left (no one whose surname is right has been found yet). The QQ group sent such a message: The Sixth National Census Office counted the most hilarious names in the country: Liu Chan, Lai Yuejing (still a man), Fan Jian, Ji Congliang, fan Tong, Xia Jianren, Zhu Yiqun, Qin Shousheng (because of his parents’ imagination) Pang Guang, du Qiyan, Wei Shengjin, Jiao Hougen, Shen Jingbing, du Ziteng. Ranked first: Shi Zhenxiang. Send a group message, everyone reduces pressure, don’t laugh. I couldn’t help thinking of the knowledge about family names while I couldn’t help laughing. In ancient China, the family name and family name were related but not completely the same. Liu Shu, a historian of Song Dynasty, said in “a general review of foreign disciplines” that: people with family names should be separated by their ancestors; People with family names should be separated by their descendants. It is very accurate to understand the connection and difference between family name and family name. Before the Three Emperors and Five Emperors (about 5000 years ago), Chinese people had their family names. At that time, it was a mother society, only knowing that there was a mother, not knowing that there was a father. Therefore, the family name is composed of a female and a child, which means that the earliest family name is related to the mother. Such as Ji, Jiang, Si, Ying, Yao, etc. In Xia, Shang and Zhou, people had both family names and family names. The family name comes from the village where you live or the name of the tribe to which you belong. Shi came from the land conferred by the monarch, the title of nobility given by the monarch, the official position held by the monarch, or the additional title according to the merit after death. Therefore, nobles have their family names, names, and families; Civilians have their family names, names, and no family names. Men and women of the same family can be intermarried, while men and women of the same family name cannot be intermarried. Because Chinese have discovered this genetic rule very early: intermarriage of close relatives is bad for offspring. Gu Yanwu said in “The original family name of Japanese Zhilu” that the family name could be changed again and again, and the family name remained unchanged for thousands of years, pointing out that the family name was stable, while the family name could be changed greatly. For example, the surname of Zhou people was Ji, and it was said that it continued from the Yellow Emperor’s time. The surname of Qi people was Jiang, and it was said that it continued from the Yan Emperor’s time, which lasted for a long time without any change. The situation is different, with great changes. Confucius was originally the descendant of the nobility of the Song Dynasty, and the Song Dynasty was built by the descendants of Shang Dynasty and should be surnamed Zi; His ancestors took Gongsun as their family, and when Confucius’s father came to Jia, the fifth generation of his family would die, not (Confucius’s family), then Kong is the family. Because it can change, its naming situation is also more complicated. Some take the characters of ancestors as their family, such as Bo, Zhong, Shu and Ji; Some take the alias of ancestors as their people, such as Tang, Yu, Xia and Yin; some take the name of ancestors as their family, such as Dai, Wu, Xuan and Mu; Some take the name of Jue as their family, such as Gong, Hou, Bo and Wang; Some take Feng as their family, such as Cao, Lu, song and Wei; Some take residence as their family, such as City, Guo, garden and pool; Some take occupation as their family, such as Wei, Tao, Suo and BU. Because of this, sometimes a person even has several people. For example, Shang Yang was originally a patriotic man, and he was called Wei Yang with Wei as his family; As a descendant of the public office, he was called Gongsun Yang with Gongsun as his family; Later he was conferred the title of Shang, shang is also called Shang Yang. Since Han Dynasty, surnames were mixed into one. Most of the surnames of modern Chinese are passed down from generation to generation thousands of years ago. Generally speaking, Chinese characters can be regarded as surnames. The Qixing Miao group introduced by a magazine is very creative. In our country, there are five surnames of Long Live Chairman Mao, including east, west, north and south, firewood, oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar tea, one hundred million megabytes, up and down left (I haven’t found the one with the surname right), there is the one with the surname fifth. Some surnames are not strange, but they are interesting to gather together, such as the ten major dynasties in China, Xia, Shang, Zhou, Qin, Han, Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties. There are also some rare surnames, such as BU, Mu, Gong, Gan, men, Jing, Lao, Hui, Dan, Ming, Qi, Su, Teng, Yan and Yin. Two days ago, there was an old man named Yao in the local newspaper. I had been a neighbor with Grandma Yao for more than ten years, but I always thought it was Grandma Yao. When some surnames are combined together, jokes will be made, such as Gong, mother (male and female); Jiang, Shi (zombie); Wu, Mao (hairless), etc. Some surnames are not easy to be named, which is easy to make jokes, as mentioned at the beginning of this article. [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. 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Cold food flavor during Qingming Festival, Qingshan mirror water meson push. How much sea heaven, Chinese people Nianzu send back. Although I wrote poems for the sake of public space, I knew there were still many words to say, but I just didn’t know how to express them, but this year’s Qingming Festival really made me depressed. Before the Tomb-Sweeping Day, some people in the Nature Poetry Society sent poems early, and the works of anger also took the lead. After that, he wrote poems, but he was always unhappy and didn’t get any secret. Finally, I came back to the reality, took care of myself, and managed the artistic conception I pursued. I really don’t want to write poems. When I got home, my family had a senior three girl, so I found a book “Where is the beauty” written by an Yiru, and recommended it to me. Mom, most of the books written by an Yiru studied classics and had my own opinions. But I was also attracted by the fresh and beautiful words, and unconsciously forgot the time. It can be said that the three-day leave is released in advance, so when it comes to Qingming Festival, my daughter will start school in the afternoon, and it is natural for her father to go back to see her mother alone. When I came back, it was very late. Looking at the big and small bags, I didn’t smile. It turned out that the grandmother of the child had packed the yuan in her hometown and put them in the refrigerator for a long time. Some of the yuan were turned into stones, there are also two bags of pancakes, one bag of egg cakes, a generation of naked oats cakes, and another box of eggs. I was about to sigh the warmth of my mother-in-law, but my husband frowned and kept complaining: nothing to do, nothing to do, nothing to do, really nothing to do, I also bought glutinous rice bread and round seeds, I don’t know when to pack them, keep it frozen in the refrigerator! You want to spread the cake, here. Throw it on the table. Hearing this, I hurried to order the dumplings, but at first glance, each of them was as big as duck eggs. I really didn’t know how to order them well. I poured boiling water into the pot and rested one by one. The pot was not big, it will be full after five or six, but if you want to divide two pots, no one will eat it, just boil it in one pot. After cooking half of it, the problem came. Although it kept stirring, it still stung the bottom of the pot, reluctantly shouting: how can it be considered ripe? How can I be familiar with it? You look. My husband saw it, and quickly divided two pots, complaining angrily, it was another pot! I was extremely reluctant to listen to him, knowing that he was always talking endlessly. I kept silent and just hid aside. Looking back, I think my husband must be tired. After watching TV for a while, I felt dry mouth and tongue, so I wanted to drink some soup, so I went to the kitchen to watch it again. There was a lot of soup, but I couldn’t see the shape of the round. A bowl of three or four is very full, just spread the cake, but found some shallots with roots, don’t want to eat, but there is no better seasoning, pick out the shallots, continue to eat, full of scallion Kong-style. Looking at the eggs that had not been eaten before and the newly brought eggs piled up together, I thought that I must go back next Qingming Festival. [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…