Month: February 2017

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When I

When I love you again, my heart trembles again and again. I know my problem is not that I don’t love you. It’s just that this love is a bit too extravagant for me. Once I naively thought that I would follow you to the horizon, but the real life made me have to give up this naive ideal. I don’t know how to tell you my inner feelings. You don’t float, which makes my heart very unstable. I can’t bear to see you running around all day, because I really love you. When I love you again, there will be a complicated struggle in my heart. You told me a white lie, and I would rather you never tell me the truth. The almost perfect image of you in my heart has disappeared. Since we had quarrels, our relationship also had cracks. When missing someone has become a habit, I will often stay in a daze at the window. Looking at the bustling crowd outside the window, I look forward to finding your shadow from it. Although I knew it was impossible, I still thought like that. [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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Twenty

[Introduction] I thought that she in my dream would appear in front of me one day, but year after year, vicissitudes were written in my eyes, and she still didn’t appear. I had to think, dream, to desire, I have asked myself countless times, what else is the purpose of coming here in this life besides continuing the fate of the previous life? Is it waiting or regretting for the past? Unconsciously, I have gone through 26 spring and autumn years this year. Whether I really have nothing or not, looking back, the unforgettable love made two people scarred, and finally broke up, this year is already 26 years old. Yes, since then, I have really been a third-class person. I think that life should give new meaning at this stage, and I want to get married, if we want to say goodbye to the passionate youth of the past and work hard for the new home in the future, maybe there will be less romance and more reality in life. Thinking of this, I am really unwilling to stop the time and let me recall the love in the past. Now it is the age of marriage, but I am so indifferent to marriage, I don’t want to love any more. I just want to live alone, grow old quietly, and recall what I like. I always thought that she in my dream would appear in front of me one day, but year after year, vicissitudes were written in my eyes, and she still didn’t appear. I had to think, dream and desire, I have asked myself many times, what else is the purpose of coming here in this life besides continuing the fate of the previous life? I have been unable to find the answer. The snow melted, the weather was warm, the grass came out, the tree sprouted, but I still don’t know how far love is from me, so even if tomorrow is still blank, I am still waiting, just like waiting for the new sunrise every day. [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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Chorus

[Editor’s note] the article is very short. The editor originally wanted the author to deepen the content, but when he changed his mind, the world was in a hurry and few people could read a long article patiently. In fact, the text of this article is simple but has something, which is a different style. Love a song, Love That period of time. Inscription When I am tired of the noise and fickleness of life, I will always find a secluded place and listen to a song quietly: “a cloud made of rain in the Wind”. This is a song that is so old that I won’t remember it easily unless I have special feelings for it. When the music rang, I closed my eyes gently, and my heart was quickly filled with a simple sense of happiness. One day in the spring of that year, after lunch, the sun in the sky was nowhere to be seen, the clouds were dyed gray, and the blue in the sky only appeared a line between the clouds fluttering, it seems to be brewing a rain. My aunt and I were worried about nothing to do, so we decided to go for a walk in the woods, and to find out whether Morchella (a kind of medicinal material, which was the main economic source in rural spring at that time) had begun to grow. Along the way, we held hands and sang loudly: there is a cloud made of rain in the wind, a cloud made of rain, the heart of the cloud is full of rain, Didi is all you……. At that time, my aunt was experiencing a love affair, and I must have a special feeling in my heart when singing. I was too young to understand the meaning of it. However, that kind of leisure feeling which didn’t stop because of the urgent rain and wasn’t forced by the livelihood was engraved on my heart in a flash. This may be my earliest interpretation of the word “happiness”. What I am longing for is only that the relatives around me stop working for the days, sing a song with yourself. The memory was so wonderful that when I was old, the road I had traveled was rumbling by cars, and the Valley that used to echo songs was no longer so quiet, those of us who are anxious about the status quo and the future or entangled with the love of our children will, at a certain moment, because of a song modified and defined by memory, or a scenery, moved by the simple happiness of the past, tears filled my eyes. This is perhaps the most powerful comfort. Sometimes I would cherish the pure years of the past, even though the world I saw at that time was too small. However, many annoyances in life are constantly added to my heart with the expansion of my own world. When we are both physically and mentally exhausted, we will not move forward, find a quiet place, immerse ourselves in a profound memory, and return to the happiness of childhood and worldly customs, we may not be trapped by it any more. [Responsible editor: Min Min]] 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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Cotton Rain

[Introduction] Somehow, I suddenly thought of the fallen leaves and residual flowers all over the ground, and then I thought of the spring sleep without knowing the dawn. I heard birds everywhere. The rain and rain came at night, and I knew how many flowers fell. Poems. The dense rain lasted for nearly half a month, but it didn’t mean to stop. Every time I looked up from under the umbrella, what I saw was the gloomy gray sky without exception. If in the past, next ten days and a half months, what in my heart would only be joy. But now I don’t like listening to the rain any more, watching the rain and getting wet, so I have already wanted to complain after a day or two. Together, when it rains, my mood will be broken. One night when I woke up in the middle of the night, I heard the sound of the rain outside the window, but no matter how hard it was to fall asleep, I just calmed down and listened quietly. The sound of rain knocking on the ground or on the window glass, I didn’t know whether it was because of my mood at that time or myself. I heard it as if something had been torn up, so I decided that the rain was soaked in blood. I really wanted to get up in clothes to see what happened, but I didn’t dare to, so I just listened carefully. Somehow, I suddenly thought of the fallen leaves and flowers all over the ground, and then I thought of the spring sleep without knowing the dawn. I heard birds everywhere, the sound of wind and rain at night, and how many flowers fell. Poems. The heart is like the withered flower, falling into the water and being submerged by the rain, the wet is full of water. Those who accompany me to watch the rain, listen to the rain, get wet in the rain and walk with me in the rain are not around me now. Listening to the rain, thinking about those girls and boys, thinking about the difficulty of meeting again in the future, I felt a burst of wet sadness in my heart. Listening to songs is played randomly. However, the songs seemed to have made an appointment to bully me together, and one song after another was soaked in the sadness like rain. Then I remembered that I liked to listen to such songs, so I had to shake my head and smile bitterly. It is said that there are thoughts in the day, dreams in the night and thoughts in the day, but there is no dream at all. Sitting quietly at the moment, thinking of the rain in my ear, with the wind, I closed my eyes and wanted to sleep. I thought: maybe in this spring sleep, I can see the familiar appearance. [Editor in charge: Yuehua]] 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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Quiet night

A strange dream woke me up from my sleep, but I couldn’t fall asleep. I looked at the clock casually. It was over 2 o’clock in the middle of the night, rubbing my hazy sleepy eyes, I got up and went to the balcony alone. I didn’t know when the sky began to drizzle. Looking at the bustling and boiling Street in the daytime, it was particularly empty at this time. The empty was so quiet, which made me feel inexplicable loneliness. I stared blankly at the dim street lamp; I listened quietly to the especially melodious rain, and I would think of my dearest relatives! I think of my father’s kind and respectable face; My parents’ rough and distressed hands; My sensible and filial brothers and sisters; My naive and lovely brothers and sisters! At this time, the corner of my eyes was wet, but I didn’t know whether I was crying for love or happiness? Maybe it is love mixed with tears of happiness! The night is still so quiet, I am still immersed in the emotion of memory and missing, and their lovely smiling faces can be vaguely seen in the dim street lamp with my wet eyes. I bless them in my heart, pray! I don’t know when I will fall asleep that night? 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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Immortal

My daughter’s cheerful voice suddenly came from dongyangtai: the cactus has blossomed! I hurriedly threw down the book and went through the living room to dongyangtai. As expected, the cactus blossom. There are three flowers, and the finished characters are distributed on the top of the cactus. Its yellow flap is like a trumpet singing in the sky, opening its mouth to its heart. The pink and red core inside stretches softly and transparently in the sunshine, smiling. The scenery of the small garden in dongyangtai was temporarily occupied by this obscure cactus in ordinary days. So I read the good of this cactus. I am not a careful person, and I am also very happy with the care of flowers and plants. I don’t know the way to raise flowers. I don’t know much about what kind of environment and conditions are needed for the growth of flowers and plants. But because my father liked the habit of raising flowers and making grass when he was a child, and his cousin’s family and friend’s family all planted some flowers and plants from their family yards. When it comes to the flower season, the scene of flowers blooming is really beautiful, then the vassal is also elegant. I bought several pots of flowers and plants on the Dongyang platform, such as dripping Avalokitesvara, aloe vera, begonia and so on, and others couldn’t even be famous. The balcony world looks much better because of its flowers and plants. These flowers and plants were really pitiful. They fell on my hands and suffered a lot. Because of my arty and indifference, they are really not taken care of as my father, my cousin and my friend on my balcony. Sometimes for a long period of time, they couldn’t get water, and the soil in the basin was cracked and became pink; Sometimes when I was on a whim, I would pour them thoroughly with water, not once a day, but several times a day. These poor flowers and grasses were always in the situation of dying. They were either sallow and emaciated all day long, and their leaves drooped spiritually, or they were soaked in water for a long time and broke their roots. If they understand the language of human beings, I think I must not get the normal quietness like now. Those complaining, protesting and revenging voices must have been ringing like croaking frogs around the clock, bothering my ears. My wife is very straightforward. If you can’t raise it, don’t raise it. At this time, I smiled vaguely. On the Dongyang platform, there are still malnutrition and a few potted flowers and grass half-dead. However, those two pots of unconspicuous prickly balls earned me enough face in front of my wife every year; This I am to be grateful to them. Of course, I know that it is not because of my personal contribution, but because the cactus itself has tenacious vitality. For me, the advantage of cultivating cactus mainly corresponds to my laziness. The vitality that it can survive through tenacious struggle in the harsh desert gives lazy people like me the reason for taking leisure time. There is no need to pay too much attention to it, and there is no need to care about its existence at ordinary times. Mixed in those big and small, high and low, dense and sparse leaves, its image is even a little ugly, and the hard thorns all over my body make me reluctant to touch its body. In my indifference, it grows quietly without complaint. Whether it is quiet or not is delicate or not, is its character. Therefore, their flowering twice a year brings me a big surprise without exception. The flowering period is just a few days, which is open in the daytime and closed at night, similar to Epiphyllum. A lot of information about life is revealed here. For example, splendor needs a long time of plain accumulation, and success needs the preparation of countless small details. For another example, whether gorgeous or successful, it is a short moment in life and cannot last too long, so we can’t miss it. —- This kind of thinking often appears in my sit-in after watching flowers. When I spend a lot of flowers, like my daughter, I have plenty of joy full of eyes and heart! 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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Wang Sao

End, so anxious to return home. Just lit a cigarette, I accidentally remembered sister-in-law Wang in my hometown. I am didn’t know the name of sister-in-law Wang, she knew that she was over 80 years old, with two sons and two daughters, and her husband died early. Because of the small seniority, although there are more than 80 people, others only call her sister-in-law. It is said that it is better to have an old family than a treasure, but sister-in-law Wang is not. Children live their own lives. Ordinarily, two sons and two daughters are blessed, and they don’t know what evil they have done, children are not filial. Till now, one lives alone, blaming evil. When she was at home, sister-in-law Wang often talked with her mother. Every time she talked with her mother, she just complained. Her mother was also tired of listening. Once I sat aside and listened to her saying that her son didn’t give her living expenses, I earned some money by working part-time for the forest farm, and asked my son to buy a bag of flour for me. When my son took the money, there was no news, neither did he buy any flour nor did he give it, I can’t listen anymore. I said you went to the township government to sue him. Sister-in-law Wang sighed and said, “my kid, my family’s ugliness is not in public. I am old, and it doesn’t matter if I have a face. The Dolls still want to live. I said that a living person is not a living person, and even a mother of a family (dialect, my own meaning) doesn’t care. Sister-in-law Wang said to her mother, “Ah, you see, your son is not raised in vain. Was old. In my impression, the last time I saw sister-in-law Wang should be two years ago. I don’t know how she is recently. I don’t know whether her unwillingly children have found their conscience. I just wish her a better life here. 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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Liantan

Last week, I went to the market to buy paper. I met a fellow villager in Luohe who sold words in the calligraphy and painting market. When I said that he was a fellow villager, I would not mention that he was so kind that he was busy giving up his seat. When I, he introduced the market to us. He said: there are tens of thousands of people drawing and writing here, which can’t be sold at a price. There is a flea market in Anxin on Sunday. Where can you go to have a look, it is mainly engaged in wholesale. Painters from all over the country come here for wholesale. My friend said: We have a stall in Waterfall Hotel. The business is not good in hot weather, and it may be better if the weather is cool. Can you buy our paintings here? Line. We will bring the painting next week. Rows. Today, two friends accompanied me to Anxin community. Guilin is really the best in landscape. There are scenery in the city and scenery in the city. Landscape paintings go backwards step by step as the car moves forward. I sit in the car and hold the camera all the time, the beautiful scenery was taken by the window. Guilin is developing rapidly, with new buildings rising from the ground, but Guilin is not allowed to build tall buildings, with the highest seven floors. In addition to hotels, building high buildings requires national approval. The new building stands beside the mountain, and the river passes through the city, just like the nose mountain standing beside the two rivers and four lakes, with tourists flowing endlessly. We went to Anxin after a reverse drive. We still went late. The Road and the grass were full of calligraphy and painting. I looked casually. Li Ge said, “We have to find a position first, and then we will see it later. We walked back all the time. On the last side of the road, we put the painting on it. Before we set up the charge, we came. The charge was ten yuan. Another young man was also behind us. He painted landscape and was a student of Normal College. After setting up the painting, I wandered around. The basement was full of beautiful things. There were too many flowers, birds, fish and insects, tigers, pandas, ladies and fishes, and the air circulation was not good. I hurried out. An old man came to my painting booth, and I got up hurriedly. He said: Did you draw this? Yes, I like it. I can’t draw well. Good, you have to attack one item, don’t cover all aspects, it is not good to draw like that. He told me about it for more than half an hour. He was also a painter. He said it was the off season and the business was not easy to do. He needed to be patient. The people here were called training stalls, people here are competing secretly, lowering prices and gaining profits. If someone likes your paintings, it will be easy to handle in the future. He thinks we are new here, he also pointed out the location of the toilet and the matters needing attention. He said, “If you don’t need to write any more, the painter will be valuable if you buy it back and put on the words of famous artists; Moreover, some painters don’t want to draw with difficulty, I bought my own name on someone else’s painting, which saves me much energy. I nodded and wrote it down. The people here are very kind. I think a lot of people didn’t open the opening ceremony, and I also hung a big zero. The young man’s paintings were all bought by an artist. When he left, he said to me: your peony paintings are good, you just draw peony. A young lady has been looking at my paintings. She wants to say something without words. She thinks my handwriting is too bad, or she wants to say something else, A man who was selling paintings came from the back at a reasonable price. The woman went with the man. I am prepared to come here, I was not discouraged. When Li Ge came back, he gave me an epidemic injection: Don’t be proud of selling our paintings, don’t be depressed if you can’t sell them, our paintings are still the best. Every time I went out, I gained friendship and knowledge, which made me happy. 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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In He

Sunny Day, dazzling sun. Yong scattered people, numb hearts, strange streets. I was aimless, a little quiet around me, and my mood was alcohol, which numb my cerebellum and soul. People come and go, who is pursuing, who is waiting, who is escaping, who cares who? I was just a lonely sail boat in the sea of people. When I couldn’t keep up with the sea, I sank. On sunny days, girls will show off their beautiful coats, and those messy figures will make up the scenery of the city. And what should I wear? Deep in my heart, I want to put on a piece of clothes. Her name is Hope. Hope is always a beautiful word, and it is always associated with beauty. If I am silent, what I can blurt out is lying to myself, I don’t know what my hope is now, or what I hope on Earth. My hope is confused. I also want to put on a dress. She is called confidence, just like what I always do. There is nothing I can do except not let the sun rise from the West. I know that is called arrogance, but it is better than nothing. Now I am numb and degenerate. My confidence and I are running away together. I also want to put on a piece of clothes. His name is stubbornness, and the mistakes are all right. Once upon a time, I took my own path and let others say it again and again, reality has sharpened me, and stubbornness has surrendered. Put on a low profile, let him rise and fall, just flow under his feet. Put on the guard and let him change. I wish the girl of the right size in the wasted years! It was spring all of a sudden. It was too late to look back on last night’s dream. The New Day was almost over again. It was swaying and confused. It was hard to understand why I was 24. In a flash, you are married at the same table, and the fun and slapstick you used to make are still in your eyes. In a flash, my mother was old, and the young figure was defeated by the ruthless years. In a flash, the old city was diverted, and that antique courtyard was buried by the ash of cement. One moment ”’ and another moment ”’ Time is a screen, 24 years, wave the moment, it will broadcast to the end. I am just an audience. I am moved and indifferent when watching scenes. When I saw that I wanted to be qualified for a role in life, it was out of place. I went to the fork again, left or right! The choice is Ant. It is small, but it will colic the heart. It is numerous, but it is just an idea. Let’s move forward, maybe the scenery will be better. I go straight! I couldn’t help standing on my feet when I wore familiar songs in the convenience store on the roadside. I am too familiar, but I am unfamiliar. I try to search in my memory for those lost beauties, but I am no longer young! I can’t stand those beautiful things as precious collections! The wind raging, I couldn’t help holding myself tightly. The street lamp was on, reminding me that today’s story is coming to an end, and tomorrow is a new chapter. And I kept repeating yesterday’s story. Why did the literati make the storm more violent? Was he crazy or the world crazy? In the drunken night, how many people are making puppets of thoughts, how many people are wearing masks, and how many people are looking forward to a new day. I want to know how many people still remember me and how many people will care about me. Next moment, who will care, sinner, who will want? Sinner, who do you want? Pedestrians rushed to the next wonderful scene. They were walking towards their own happy harbor, and people like me. They walked in the void, not to the end, but kept walking. Tired, took a nap in a place without mercy, bitter, looked at the fuzzy figure in front of the window without anyone to listen to yourself, hurt, find a gray lick addicted to the wound. The young man who was once a cow couldn’t be boisterous now. He was crazy and would be angry for a piece of red cloth. Exhausted everything, just made a wedding dress, in exchange for a smile from the audience! It was midnight, and it was time for me to wander alone. I couldn’t help thinking that my face was cold. Evil nicotine flows in the blood in other places! Single dreary! Written from Space Day to the midnight of 090319 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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Love

I don’t know when I can’t sleep peacefully at night. I always wake up inexplicably and face the silence. Tonight I woke up again, my dream was so vivid, as if everything was yesterday. In my dream was a yellow letter, so thin, so light, and so kind, which made me tremble uncontrollably. Tears blurred my eyes and made me unable to see your words. At the edge of the envelope, I found the familiar handwriting that I would not forget. You said to me: after a lot of efforts, you realized your promise to me and came to the place we agreed on, but you didn’t see me. You still didn’t blame me. You always spoiled me, without one exception. Even if I didn’t wait for your arrival, even if I violated our seven-year agreement. I woke up from my dream like this. I knew that because of my young squander, I could no longer have your tolerance and pure love. I was exiled to the end of the world by love like this. The night is as long as before. This letter will accompany me sleepless every night in the future. If possible, I want to go back to the place where we met in my dream. [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…