Month: April 2016

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Mother

Farewell mom, you go to heaven where you have your last home I finally hold your rough hand put a white flower beside you confused sunset quietly falling melancholy night sky hanging the dilapidated moon bud I am wandering I have gone home my sad tears melt into ice heavily frozen in the high Himalayas never melt away mom don’t mom mom how many times you wake me up in dreams wipe my tears gently you have to read when you were too stupid and seriously ill in life, mom still remembered my birthday. Send those boiled eggs to my home. Hot eggs rolled on my forehead and scalded my white hair. You must eat it when you are one year older. It is in front of my mother. I can never grow up. Leave, Mom. Don’t, mom. You are used to living a hard life, you are not willing to be luxurious in order to save a few cents, you have learned how to be a tailor, learned how to cut hair, not used to eating big fish, big meat, only like light rice, coarse tea, go away Mom, mom if I lose my mother, I will lose my home. Tears wet my Crazy Heart. My dream is no longer false. The title of Mother is priceless. How long the road can’t be repaid in my life. It becomes shorter in front of my mother. How much higher the mountain becomes shorter in mother honor how much money is not as good as mother’s sparse white hair son sucked mother’s milk dry mother’s blood is also very cheap mother farewell mother I only have memories and a flower that will never wither dark night hurry up, the day of Dawn will be covered with red clouds. Go away, Mom. Goodbye, my beloved mother. I will remember your words. Be a grass on the Kunlun Mountain. Don’t be a Magpie. [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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Spring

Today is the weekend. I wanted to have a good sleep, but it went against my wishes. I was still early and woke up before dawn. Maybe I don’t enjoy the habit of staying in bed. I remember when I first came to this strange city, it was rainy season, and it was still a sign of winter here. The snow in winter, the cold in winter, and passers-by who still wore thick winter clothes came and went on the road. This is my first impression of this city. Now this city also welcomes its inherent spring, warm spring breeze, bright sunshine, and the grass that is eager to try has been put on green clothes, like yellow or not yellow, the willow branches which seemed like green flying were swinging lazily in the wind, and there were also several colorful butterflies flying around occasionally. All this tells me that spring in the North is coming. Isn’t it the same scene as when my wife and daughter gave me away when I just left my hometown? However, Jiangnan Spring came earlier. What’s more different is that Jiang Nanchun was accompanied by his wife and children. Although I have experienced two springs in this spring, I don’t have much joy. Because the spring here is not accompanied by his wife and children, but only the yearning for them from afar in the sky! You all right? Distant relatives, my lover, my daughter. At this time, it is late spring in my hometown, which is also the most beautiful spring in my hometown. The rainy sky, the unique oiled paper umbrella, the careless and leisurely Wupeng boats on the horizontal and wrong waterways. On the path of the field, the Shepherd rode cattle. The rape field with square and right sides was full of mountain flowers, like the yellow ocean, and the fragrance of flowers was refreshing, leisurely nomads let their bees fly freely in this vast sea of flowers. The bees sometimes sing and sometimes dance. They are spreading hope, propagandizing harvest and happiness. In the farmland, the industrious people are farming diligently, and their dark faces reflect the bright spring scenery, reflecting their coming harvest and permanent happiness soon. Not far away from each other, there is a small piece of emerald bamboo forest. Beside each piece of bamboo forest, there is a rural folk house with black roof and white wall, and the surrounding emerald bamboo forest, golden rape flowers and flying bees and butterflies. And the river flowing in front of the door. Combine it into the most beautiful Jiangnan Spring ink painting. Isn’t the home in the painting exactly what I think about at night? The sudden ringing of the phone interrupted my yearning for my hometown and my concern for my relatives. A little confused, a little disappointed. My hometown, my relatives, when the rice flowers are fragrant this year, I will definitely go home! 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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Life

I don’t know whether I can really die at the moment I decide. No one can tell me at this time how to make myself reborn, waiting… waiting… waiting… waiting… the most people told me the most words, repeated the most words in my heart, the words that gave me hope in my days, repeated, overlapping, dense, if you can’t find your own direction, life is like losing motivation and doing nothing. Decadence and degeneration have become the most favorable words. But how many people can agree and know how painful it is. When you fall into it, ignorance is the stage that everyone must adapt to. At this stage, too much tiredness, too much to bear, too much speechless. I read the sentences I shouldn’t read, the people I shouldn’t read, the time I shouldn’t read, and yesterday I shouldn’t read. I missed a lot, but I didn’t wait for anything, although I got nothing in this way, I ‘d better continue. Life needs a spiritual extension. I need my own strength to gradually find sunshine. Almost, almost I was also angry, I also played nonsense, I also broke out. But that point becomes tiny because of caring, even the dust is not as good as it is. What’s more, you are also wrong. What’s more, you can slap yourself with your own unreasonable slap, loud! Later I realized that sometimes I just need humility, tolerance and tolerance. These are too few in my life, because I always do whatever I want, and when I get used to it, it becomes a scourge without thinking so much, I didn’t expect so much, let alone so much. Only myself knew the last cup of pain. I didn’t need to frown and let the upward impulse press down fiercely, go back to the place where you should go back quietly. After one day, I downloaded four songs, all of which are related to LOVE, sadness and myself, it seems that most of the time I don’t find things, people or things that I don’t care about. Gradually, I seemed to be single. I couldn’t get anything, and I couldn’t get anything. The first place had no concept in my life. There was only one thing, which was my own goal, just like a song, it may not sound good, but there are words, every sentence is like a sharp knife, pointing at his neck, gloomy. When he didn’t say defeat, my father told me that as a man, his only and bottom line principle was not to admit defeat, which had already been reflected in me. However, the role of the doctrine of the mean covers everything more closely. He, he, he have told me that the more frustrated I am, the more brave I am. Now I have no way to face life, but now I have the belief that as long as I have the right to breathe, I will stick to it until the end, hold on until the moment of falling down. As a man, there is no reason to kneel down. Now, now, in the face of life and death, as well, be strong! Can’t fall down! Tomorrow, school begins. Is there any chance to go shopping alone? Is there any chance to listen to music alone? Is there any chance to cry in a math exercise book? Is there any end? Who can tell me, but say again, even if the end is just around the corner, I still want to take two more steps, listen more, look more, that face, that beautiful moment, not dim days…… [Editor in charge: Man Tree]] 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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Goodbye

[Introduction]: The Sky at the age of 18 is thin. Those scenes are just a silhouette of life, I am wonderful and I am plain. Some things are doomed to never be able to climb over, but in the process, I suddenly have a feeling for 18 years old, after all, I once really stayed. In those days when flowers bloom on the other side, I also fly with wings, flying over every day when the sun rises. One morning, my mother called me and told me, Xiao Si, you are 18th birthday today. After a moment of hesitation, I said, mom, I almost forgot. Xiao Si, you can’t play with skin and wayward like before. Remember, you are an adult now. Yes, Mom. My voice is sweet. Then, I don’t know why, my heart seems to have turned over a five-flavor bottle, which is very uncomfortable. I sat by the low window, and my tears ran down without authorization, like a blooming flower, which wet my heart. I don’t know when time quietly passed me the growth, leaving only three words behind me: 18 years old. This caught me off guard. In the first section of the birthday evening self-study, I started to read Chinese and looked up at the classroom from the playground far away as usual. It was a surprise tonight, the classroom suddenly didn’t light up, and it was dark around. The monitor was a female comrade who secretly pulled me to fly directly to the classroom like a Scud missile. Pushing the door open, I was shocked. In the center of the classroom, there was a flickering candlelight. I stood there for a moment, and then there was a song: HappyBrithdaytoyou finally, when I entered, the light turned on, the neat tables were arranged into a meeting place, full of cola cans and cotton candy bags. Boys and girls who just sang in the dark rushed towards me like bees, dancing hands and feet, smiling faces like flowers. I stood among them and shed hot tears. Lying in bed at night, those warm songs appeared in my mind from time to time, which seemed to bring a complete ending to my 18-year-old youth. Imply me that the lost time is exchanged for love rather than endless loneliness and sadness. I knew that I could not hide in the ruins like a little mouse and refuse the wind and rain outside. Because, I am already 18th birthday. I should try my best to learn things that I would never do before, start to learn quietness and tolerance, and know how to take good care of myself. Caterpillar suddenly reminded me of the ground. I was like a caterpillar. I always wear clothes casually and tidy my hair every three days. Class holding Chin. Gnaw at the tip of the pen and jump inside and outside the classroom after class, just like a grasshopper. Lying in bed at night, I felt very moved and happy with the affectionate dialogues from music and computer dramas coming from my side. I often fell asleep at ease during the exam. When the final countdown broadcast rang, I suddenly woke up from my dream and wrote ABCD hastily. Until the test paper was handed out, I was in a trance and knew that I ran a red light again this time. I will cry for five minutes, hammer my chest and stomp my feet, and express regret with tears and snot. Then, everything was thrown out of the sky. My sworn friend Little Bei would press me with a pile of messy notebooks every time, while she drank with a can of drink and said: lazy, old commander (head teacher) ask me to take special care of you, hehe, will you have a good life in the future? She smiled wildly. I was so angry that my head fell down on the table from the air. Small paper boats, gray tiles and white sneakers at that time, a group of us always liked to do many unrealistic dreams muddled. In those dreamlike seasons, we always fold small paper boats with perseverance, then write down our dream wishes and put them in the white running water, which is getting farther and farther away from us, but dreams are getting closer and closer to us. I don’t know who said that youth has a rainy season. However, in addition to the clear sky outside the curtain, we also really suffered a lot of hard damage, and our arms lost their original luster and strength. In those weak moments, I also skipped classes with my friends to go to the water drift, picked up the gray tiles on the ground, and sent all the unsatisfactory, snow-white spray in the lake, after that, the blue sky will be like washing, and the sunshine will flow slowly. There is a grassy football field on the playground of the school. Sometimes I am idle during my reading days. I always take a Nike Football, wearing white sneakers, and invite some people to sweat like rain silently on the green field. Under the setting sun, the sunset clouds were flying and taking away the happy days one by one. I have missed my mother and worked with her for several years. Opening the photo album, she was still shining when she was young, but now the photo has turned yellow. It suddenly occurred to me that now it has stopped on the tail of April, and it will soon be my mother’s birthday! After dialing my mother’s phone, there came a word “hello” from the microphone. The voice was so gentle and familiar, but it was a little hoarse and deep. I understand that it is a kind of string sound in the years. I closed my eyes, a tear fell down and said: Mom, I am Xiao Si. Miss you all of a sudden. Dear, what happened? She seemed to be surprised by my action. It’s okay, Mom, I just miss you. Silly son, I didn’t know my mother was old until that moment when I ignored her. Guo Jingming, an 18-year-old Sky, said that his heart seemed to be filled with water, and he couldn’t hold it lightly. A little strength could make me laugh out. When I saw this sentence, there was a throb in my heart. 18 years old, who else do you need to rely on? I really grown up. It turns out that I once held the sunshine, but didn’t hold the youth. But youth has no return ticket. And I can’t go back. The Sky at the age of eighteen is thin. Those scenes are just a silhouette of life, I am wonderful and I am plain. Some things are doomed to never be able to climb over, but in the process, I suddenly have a feeling for 18 years old, after all, I once really stayed. In those days when flowers bloom on the other side, I also fly with wings, flying over every day when the sun rises. Goodbye, at the age of 18, I stood on the open stand, with colorful flags dancing in the wind, like the sky dancing in heaven. I also raised my hand and said loudly in the Eternal Spring: Goodbye, eighteen years old. [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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Already

I am used to it. I am silent alone, wondering what I think, staring blankly at the ceiling, and my head is blank. I am also used to listening to the restless songs in the middle of the night, circulating the memories of the past. I don’t need to taste many things, because I need to stick to them. I am used to finding a piece of paper casually, writing my mood casually, typing casually, and collecting a diary casually, which makes people spit on me. I get used to it. There are no stars in Zhangzhou. I don’t need to look up, because I will hear shallow sighs. I got used to it. I imagined that I was flying with the elves in the forest, passing through the falling yellow leaves layer by layer, stroking the wings of butterflies, then flying to the wild and evil forest, and to the mouth of Lacoste. Get used to listening to corrupted music, indulging your mood, and then laughing secretly in the dark night. Used to satirizing the world sharply and laughing at those ignorant people. However, what did I get? I thought that I would be in the depth of human soul. I thought that nothing could be changed. I thought that unremitting carving would always penetrate the thick rock wall and see the sunshine. I thought, all the endings do not need to be repaid with promises. I thought that even the waiting for pain was happiness. I thought that the woman who dressed in the mirror in the attic would be a beautiful mirror, unfortunately, the world is always playing tricks on us. What we see is only false, but the truth is hiding behind the sunshine. I haven’t written such serious things for a long time, but now I’m not used to it, just like the brushwork long before and the distant memory, I have gone. I am still alive after leaving, enjoying every scene of the world and pulling down the window, seeing leaves falling, however, spring has just arrived. It’s so comfortable, pouring out like listening to rock and roll, swinging with the rhythm, every beat is embedded in my heart. The night was pulled down, who was lingering, while I was waiting quietly for tomorrow. The dormitory seemed to be very quiet. There was no sound of music. There was a person next to me, and there was still a person next to me. The ceiling was white, the humorous white satirized the blank space pulled by time under its eyes. The Collected Works of Lu Xun put aside with an old photo. It also opened its eyes and stroked the brand-new coat with Cherish. However, it never needed decoration, and it was really beautiful. Who will miss the lost things? Like an isolated paradise, who will disturb me? [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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And

The weekend came as scheduled, especially cold and lonely. The several people who lived together were not there. At this moment, they could not find anything to kill the silence. The time passed so slowly and so slowly. After reading the letters from friends from afar, I imagined that I could walk along the memory to the coconut forest, but I couldn’t. Suddenly, a kind of disappointingly lost came into being, and that kind of lonely mood could not be explained clearly. Really, I can’t say it clearly. Approaching the window, listening to the sound of leaves blowing by the wind. I have to admit that night is a hotbed of missing. In the dark, what I saw was an old and tired heart. At that time, I was so naive that I couldn’t understand my mother’s fondling eyes at all, only knowing that I played crazily endlessly. When she went far away that day, her silent eyes touched my body again, then she suddenly found that mother’s hair was so white. Keep the dark night, tears in my heart have already flowed line after line. Walking alone in my life, I once imagined to answer my apology with a strong and tough move forward. However, in the face of the time-consuming emptiness, my heart trembled and I dare not set out. No, I can’t just let the weekend slip away easily. I was going out of the House [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…

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Left-wing

Recently, the famous anti-corruption writer nianren, who was listed as one of the ten modern left-wing writers in our country, was hired as a professor of Chinese literature by Guangzhou Huashang Vocational College. In the current literary world of Guangdong, nianren is an outstanding young and middle-aged writer with high yield and literary achievements. He graduated from Chinese department of Northwestern University and has extensive and profound attainments in journalism and literature. He is not only an excellent journalist, but also a essayist and novelist with great achievements in literary creation. He has created more than 10 novels, biographies, Trilogy of prose collection and theory collection “News Writing Guide”, etc. In recent years, Comrade nianren has been more active in creating works and actively shouting for workers, peasants and soldiers. Following Chairman Mao’s “speech at Yan’an Forum on Literature and Art” spirit, he followed the road of combining workers, peasants and soldiers, according to the origin of life, the creation principle which reflects life and is superior to life has created a batch of literary and artistic works which reflect the real life themes of workers and peasants under the shadow of characteristic society, such as “land resentment”, “tears shed on the Pearl River”, “The Weeping Baiyun Mountain”, “the unforgettable nine years” and so on are deeply loved by the vast number of workers, peasants, soldiers and college students. Known as the writer who started the first shot of left scar literature in the new era. The writer nianren was hired as a professor by Guangzhou Huashang Vocational College, expecting nianren to make persistent efforts on the road of literary creation, under the guidance of Chairman Mao’s proletarian revolutionary literary route, for the vast number of workers, peasants, soldiers and college students, create more and more impressive artistic works. (Author: Socialist soldier) 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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Autumn

In the early morning, the Sun covered with white gauze shuttles over the golden leaves, sprinkling the silky light on the wet ground leisurely. The mountains in the cloud and mist in the distance are no longer monotonous into my sight, and the gate of memory throws me to a more beautiful picture. Oh! Really good! I leaned in front of the car window and enjoyed it quietly. At this time, my feeling could not be described as refreshing and relaxed, as if there was a picture of autumn in front of me, a beautiful picture in my memory, it not only moistens my heart but also evokes the tear gland of my memory. 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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You how

The reason why people have misunderstandings and contradictions is that people are all themselves. First of all, people only care about their own feelings. Even if they are wrong when they quarrel, most people will defend themselves, to prove that you are right, then differences will occur. People who can realize that they are also themselves may avoid some unnecessary troubles. You won’t think that the other side is too much to yourself, but you are too self-centered. You always attribute your mistakes to the other side. Even if you are right, don’t blame the other side blindly, maybe I was wrong but I didn’t realize it. There are not many people who can realize their mistakes, because they don’t like to reflect on themselves but like to expand others’ shortcomings infinitely. Have you ever thought about it? When you expand the shortcomings of the other party infinitely, you will show that you are a person who is narrow and narrow, and you should know that you have too many shortcomings that the other party can’t stand yourself, besides, my expression is too overbearing that the other side can’t bear. I must realize that no one can bear me in this way, so I don’t blame the other side, the other side is not wrong, but only himself. Even if the other side is wrong, the measurement as a man should be bigger. It is only scumbags and women who haggle over every ounce. Yes, men are not coming to haggle over women or something, but no matter what shortcomings she has, she still loves her and protects her because she knows that she is weak. No matter what conflicts and quarrels happen in the future, she must know how to reflect on her afterwards, if you don’t reflect on yourself, you will be really hopeless. If you know introspection, you will know thinking. And you also need to know that the essence of life is pain, which makes people think, only writers with pain can have inspiration to write. Pain makes people progress, happiness makes people degenerate, and they have to think in pain. If they don’t know how to think, then they are just walking dead? Thinking is from oneself rather than others. Remember how you treat her and how she treats you. Remember! 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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Dance

A happy day, time flies as fast as the first word. Dusk came in a hurry. Looking out of the window, it was already dark. However, I seem to see bright sunshine shining everywhere. It seemed that I could hear the laughter filled in the dance room, the excited heartbeat of my classmates and the heartfelt voice of every classmate in the quiet night. Yesterday last year, we wore clean school uniforms to rehearse on a stage which seemed to be full of rubbish. On that day, no one received us and no one turned on the light for us. In order to make the show Wonderful Today last year, we insisted on jumping on the dirty stage all the time, rolling like insects, rolling like mud. In this way, the sky became darker and darker, and the stage was even darker. Standing on the stage, I was scared, so were my classmates. We felt as if we were engulfed by a big monster. After the rehearsal, I didn’t know what time it was. I only knew that it was raining outside and the street lamps were already on. We braved the rain and walked to the roadside. The car didn’t come, so we had to wait at the door of a supermarket. My classmates and I were cold and hungry. We wanted to buy something to fill our stomach, but we didn’t bring any money. Teacher Yang seemed to know that everyone was hungry, so he went to buy some shachima for his classmates to eat. Mei Mei was hungry, but she had a stomachache and couldn’t eat Shaqima, so she gave her classmate Shaqima to eat. After a while, the car finally arrived. When I went back to school, I felt dizzy as soon as I entered the school and couldn’t stand up. The classmates nearby struggled to help me up. Teacher Jing also helped me when he saw me and kept helping me to the canteen to sit down. The food in the canteen is already cold, and there are more monks and less porridge. The meal teacher Jing gave me was soon finished. Teacher Jing saw that I was not full, so he hurried outside to buy instant noodles and rice old man biscuits for me. At that time, I was particularly touched. Today last year, we put on beautiful dancing clothes, put on beautiful makeup, and dance on the stage which was extremely beautiful with the help of Uncle LV. After all the programs, our dream and sunshine Art Troupe was established. The teacher cried, the classmates cried, and so did I. We hugged each other tightly. For others, it may be just a small performance, but for us, it is a particularly important performance. Because only we know how long we spent behind the performance, how much effort we made, how much sweat we shed, how many tears we shed and how many injuries we suffered. Yesterday of this year, we danced and laughed together in the clean dance studio to prepare for today’s event. Today this year, the dance room is beautifully dressed up by balloons, flowers, candles and fireworks. I love the one-year-old dream and Sunshine art troupe posted on the table in front of you. Everything is like a dream. At the party, all the teachers who taught classmates to dance the voice of soul came. Uncle LV, principal Luo, principal Luo and many uncles and aunts I didn’t know also came. The whole party was as grand as the People’s Congress. After a while, the rehearsal of the past appeared on the screen. The scenes mixed with ups and downs of the past reappeared. I couldn’t control my feelings, so Tears slipped out of my eyes. Then, the certificate of honor is issued. When it was my turn to get it, I walked over with an extremely excited heart and held the certificate shining with red light in my hand. Seeing the smiling face of my classmates, I also smiled and smiled sweetly. The sweat, tears and wounds of the past did not pay for nothing. My smile is also welcoming today next year. I believe that dream and Sunshine art troupe will be better today next year. I hope friends who have read this article can respect actors on the stage in the future. 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