Month: April 2019

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Quietly

[Introduction] quietly, you are coming to me. It must be the fate of the previous life. At that casual moment, you and I were like the guidance of the immortal path, floating in the clouds, trees, flowers and flowers, the Paradise of fairy butterfly flying. Now I think about it, if we change into the robes and satin shirts of ancient times, what kind of life-death love it would be in the back garden. Quietly, you came to me. In that ordinary autumn, in that rainy autumn. Now that I think about it, I really appreciate God’s preference. I am wanted to escape from the party that day. I was in a bad mood at that time. For all the activities gathered by many people, I hid myself and put my heart at home. What moved back and forth was just a body without soul. On that autumn rainy day, quietly, you came to me. Quietly, you came to me. The sky is so clean and clear blue; The grass is so soft and fine green. The flowers are fresh and shy. You stood on the open lawn, staring at me from afar. Among the flowers of women, I ignored my existence more. Bored to do something dispensable, regardless of the surrounding noise and mundane. This is the kung fu I have practiced for many years. I am in one place and my heart is in one place. If I look back at this time, I will surely see your tenderness. However, do you know that I had already closed the door of emotion at that time. The disappointment of humanity made me wrap myself up, and all creatures were out of my heart. At this time, you came to me quietly. I was like a silly child, hiding in a secluded corner, playing with the mud belonging to myself. Quietly, you came to me. It must be the fate of the previous life. At that casual moment, you and I were like the guidance of the immortal path, floating in the clouds, trees, flowers and flowers, the Paradise of fairy and butterfly flying. Now think about it, if we change into the robes and satin shirts of ancient times, what kind of life-death love it would be in the back garden. Quietly, you came to me with a smile, persistence, enthusiasm and a sense of integrity. You held me gently as if you were pregnant, and from then on, you became a treasure in your hands. [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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Fleeting Time

Black and White curve, who has fallen? Sadness in the fleeting time is always nowhere to be placed. The wind stopped, leaving only dust falling silently. Everything is like an accident, and everything in the world is just a passing scene of this play. Dear Wei: Do you believe in fate? Maybe you will say that this is superstition and divorced from reality. But I still believe something. Of course, I can’t say that I totally believe it. Destiny gives us many endings, but hides many prelude. Just like a lot of things, it is like the wool falling off after a long time tearing, pulling out many fractures. As for you, the memory between US I am actually what we want to forget. Someone once told me that only by learning to forget the past can I meet the future and regain hope and long-lost happiness. I thought for a long time and understood. However, those memories are always integrated with me like my shadow, tangled. 4 years, 1460 days. 35840 hours, 2102400 minutes, 126144000 seconds. These figures are just jumping from one digit to nine digits, but in these years, I seem to have experienced the pain of a clock like a lifetime. Feng Yiwei, it has been four years since we broke up. Are you living well these years? In those countless nights when I couldn’t sleep, your face would always appear clearly in my mind. I remember when I missed you most, it was sleepless at night. When I was sitting and listening to songs, I was disheartened. I didn’t know that I really loved I am those days, including now, and still sentimentally attached. That kind of pain is unforgettable. I know I am unwilling to admit it all the time. Who said the water is full, please believe me, no matter what, I will hold your hand. But why did you forget to say that you are willing to grow old with me? It is your own world that no longer has you. Sad? Sad? It doesn’t make sense. Yiwei, I will never forget your gentleness. They are like engraved in a corner of the bottom of the heart, which can not be dispelled eventually. What I still miss is still your hug with light body temperature and the kiss that seems to paralyze me in the deep night. The lingering on the tip of the tongue makes the kiss with the taste of wine so sweet, intoxicated and obsessed. But when you left, why didn’t you leave your last hug and kiss? Even if it is a farewell etiquette. Later, I always thought that maybe love was a matter of two people. If not one is given, the other will accept it happily. Just like you, you can’t accept my love and become a deserter of love. Run away from the desert! However, when you were young, did you ever hold a woman like holding my hand, accompanying her with sweet love words, and accompanying her across the horizon, leave the impression of your love in every corner of the world. If I didn’t see the yellow photo you only left, it seemed that I really didn’t remember your face. Did I miss it for too long? I have forgotten what I miss for a long time. For the whole four years, our memory has always existed in my mind perfectly. When I am lonely, I will think of it, and when I am quiet, I will think of it. But our memory has not yet been wrinkled, but you have already burnt the cruel ending with the determined departure. Lovers are finally reduced to friends, perhaps not even friends. This ending probably does not belong to me. Therefore, greetings, gentleness, hugs and kisses really can’t find any more reasons to have. In fact, in the past four years, I have understood that love is not long or short in time, but only love or not. In the cycle of time, I have already lost your breath, and those precious years have already gone away. In the mottled fleeting time, there are some pains that cannot be repaired completely. It seems that they cannot retreat and don’t want to enter your world. I once imagined to write beautiful strokes on the long scroll of the future. However, the back of ink painting fainted and told me how naive ,, so I don’t have to think about it, don’t ask me that I already know. Only forgetting is the answer to the story. Then, dear Wei, I will say goodbye to you with a smile. Feng Yiwei, goodbye. Sleep in the evening of August 28th 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. 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Time

There are often scenes of Sakura flying all over the sky in cherry blossom Ji “Magic City”. The mottled stars shake off through the cracks of dense branches and leaves. The trees are full of bright cherry blossoms, and the women whose silver hair flies and the robes turn, it is a beautiful picture beyond reach. Whenever I think of the beautiful bloom of cherry blossoms or the cruel regret, the memory is like the calm Lake swept by the breeze, gradually trance. The white glittering flame surrounded by the white petals, the shyness and silence that was about to be opened and covered, wrote down the incomprehensible Zen machine in my heart. The fragrance of cherry blossoms filled the campus Sky in April, and the always quiet garden was full of boys and girls who came to see cherry blossoms. They chased and jumped excitedly around the cherry trees, while I just stood far away at the end of the corridor, looking at their noise from afar. They came for the bustle, but Sakura never liked the noise, and she was always silent. A boy shook violently with his slender trunk in his hand. The girl beside him smiled happily. Cherry Petals floated to her and floated to the cold ground one after another. An inexplicable anger welled up in my heart. What are they doing?! I was about to cry for the encounter of cherry blossom. I hated my cowardice. Until now, I still hated myself for not stepping forward. Facing the boy’s eyes, I firmly said, “please let go! The people watching the scene of bustle left, and the garden was quiet again. I stumbled over, with tiny white petals spreading all over the floor, as if condemning my inaction. Guilty, I can only make a card, write: friend, you know what you shake is the tears of cherry blossoms, I hope they can look at it and cherish this fragile flower, I only hope to relieve the guilt in my heart. I don’t know whether there are cherry blossoms in ancient times, and whether there are cherry blossoms in the story that I like very much? Is there any trace of cherry blossoms on the flowery Lin’an qianmo that Princess Wu Yue has passed to enjoy the spring? Mo flowers butterfly fly, Jiangshan Judah is ancients non. The adherents went old for several times, and the long songs of the female tour slowly returned. The only pity is that there are few shadows of cherry blossoms in ancient poems. Cherry blossoms without literary ink pen decoration inevitably make people feel that there is a kind of historical heavy flavor of edification. In this respect, cherry blossoms are not as good as Peony, plum blossom and hibiscus. In “Magic City”, it is said that the clouds are full of cherry blossoms? Or full undead? Maybe the cherry blossom is so decisive, the decisive, the decisive, the decisive, and the soul blend together. However, whenever I try to describe cherry blossoms, I always hate that I can’t describe the beauty of cherry blossoms vividly and vividly. Things engraved in my life always feel superficial on the paper. I believe this sentence. For cherry blossoms, I have a sacred worship, not on the surface, but in the heart. Fireworks are in full bloom, and there is a kind of unspeakable loneliness. I once met a fireworks show at night. The fireworks blooming all over the sky are like clusters of flowers blooming and dying in a flash, like ripples rippling in circles and dying in an instant. I seemed to hear a gorgeous and ancient Li Song in the dark night. The song reached its climax and countless pink butterflies came suddenly. The cheers of the crowd were far away from me, and my heart was suddenly filled with silence and sadness. I think of the beautiful face with tears, the white water lily dotted on the silent Lake, and the gloomy Nocturne. The splendid fireworks feast reminded me of those cold and bleak scenes. The crowd gradually dispersed, and the quiet sky seemed extremely lonely and desolate. When the fireworks fell, it was vigorous, but when it withered, it was silent. The once gorgeous sky turned dark, and no trace of fireworks could be found any more. Just like what an unforgettable past, after years, there is no place to find a trace of imprint. In that winter full of snow, that boy without umbrella, the oath blocked by the door, the string of goodbye covered by snow, had gone away at any time. When the annual wheel passes by, there is only one sentence, the streamer is easy to throw people, red cherry, green banana. It is a lonely journey to meet fireworks. In the Lantern Festival that year, I forgot the noise around me for waiting for the fireworks. Maybe my heart was tied and everything was shapeless. All the brilliance would eventually be fixed into the most beautiful memory. Cherish every touch that passes through your heart, and the years will be full of fireworks. Write down some words to commemorate fireworks. 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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6 PCs

14:12 my QQ is very quiet all morning. No one will disturb me. I only know that my heart is beating uneasily, probably for you …… 13:00 missing sometimes can be more real, but I am afraid of mistaking the distance and direction of love and missing your lip kiss… 12:50 just chatting with my former classmates, everyone says that you can marry a safe and reliable man. In fact, I also think so. Only when I fall in love hopelessly can I know what I can’t help myself. 12:13 In fact, gentle men are everywhere, but they don’t understand my inner thoughts, just as you said: no matter how humorous people are, they also need appreciators; 12:00 although I miss in anxiety and wait in helplessness, and I hate waiting the most, I am still calm. I didn’t call or leave a message; I didn’t give up waiting either, I just looked at your QQ avatar repeatedly; I just felt that Gray made me suffocated …… 11:32 gray sky, as if to say: today there is rain, I just knocked my heart missing you on the keyboard of the office; I forgot to tell you that I didn’t bring an umbrella today …. 11:06 yes! Who said the light last night was always very dark? Indeed, my memory was a little frozen at that moment. I wish the taxi could stay in the red light district, and only hope that the street that I often walk could be longer …… 10:46 memories make me crazy …… when holding hands, I tell you: it is not easy to let go of each other’s hands with ten fingers. You smile, I know your heart may be as contradictory as mine; 10:13 when I got off the bus and left you at night, I told you: See you tomorrow; You said: Will you ignore me tomorrow, the news is in my world? I said: No …… 9:38 actually, I just want to leave your life immediately. Unfortunately, my heart doesn’t listen to my persuasion and keeps missing your gentleness, your kindness to me… I’m going to suffocate in my missing… 9:09 a good mood, just to show that I am still the happiest woman in the world, just lack of stable hormones, let yourself be lighter, feeling that you can’t eat as a meal, tomorrow still needs the emotional foundation …… 8:58 an hour of missing, it can only prove that I am still alive. Maybe tomorrow I will leave or disappear suddenly, but at least today I am also concentrating on thinking about a person …… 8:36 quiet air in the dull air, I seem to find a little can depend on temperature, think of last night’s temperature, seems a little Incredible ….. 8:00 morning I in ignoranting of sleep rushed to unit, after walking the road you also walked last night, memories began to emerge. I deliberately forced myself to leave you, a dangerous article….. 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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Early meng wei awake

Sitting down in the morning sun, the five fingers beating just compose music for you, the music is fresh like you, and the most beautiful rainbow is like you. Unintentional phase, eyes closed forget person. No one, only dreams, dreams will also move. I know you have been here, even in a dream. I woke up from the dream, but I was still drunk. I searched for your breath in confusion. I thought that was the person who came from your dream. The story is entangled repeatedly, and the chaotic plot adds a person who tries his best to be himself and loses himself. That person is me. I am not crazy, very quiet, and laugh a lot. I know, you can’t hear. Sometimes I suddenly feel that there is a familiar touch around me, looking for people who can’t be found. If what I see is always your back, if it is unchangeable, I will only be like a stroke in your life. When I came, I felt silent when I walked around the sky. It blows up the summer foam in your life and takes away the broken sobs. I .. don’t want. That summer, that day, I knew that person was you. The piano is floating, and the player… is not me. You were listening. You were listening when I came. There was a silent note outside the window. It was me. Fate laughed at me. I was late and late for a reincarnation. Melancholy is just a piece of sad, confused embrace sad singing. You interpret the most beautiful poem in my eyes with a smile, and the painting drawn by your fingertips is the dream that touches you. Looking for the Starlight you have seen at a certain night, even the wind hides your fragrance. 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 beauty

The internet is like water, a pool of sparkling sea water; I am like a boat, a lonely leaf floating in the wind. In the vast blue sea, I never thought about what kind of scenery I would see, nor did I know where I would land, let alone whether I could reach the terminal of my heart. Just enjoy the drifting scenery along the way with your mood, and many of the scenery passes by by by yourself inadvertently. On that day, my eyes suddenly flashed, and it was you who made my scenery beautiful and met you unexpectedly. You are just like the wisp of morning light at dawn, stirring up the sweet dream of the night; You are also like the red glow under the sunset, disturbing the intoxicating mood at dusk. You touched my heart like this, and you moistened my dry heart like a rain and dew, and sprouted my seedlings of hope; You were like a spring breeze blowing away my troubles, it makes my mind suddenly open. It was you who made me understand that the scenery was unique here, but it was just a lack of careful appreciation. The world is just like the ocean. The world is the scenery, not because its beauty controls my sight, but because the beautiful encounter endows it with brilliant brilliance. Your appearance became the visual source of my beautiful mood, and the scenery was so beautiful. Maybe it was destined that in the vast and deep sea surface, there could not be any intersection between us, just like the mirage above the sea surface, which could only look at the beauty from a distance and could not have it. But I am just a loafer on the sea, and you are the scenery in the blue waves. Maybe I am just a meteor across the sky in your heart, leaving no trace, and your beauty is worthy of my whole life to treasure, treasured in the deepest 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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Temptation

[Editor’s note]: The Society is full of all kinds of temptations, and it depends on how we deal with them calmly. All living creatures, thousands of worlds, temptation, beauty or ugliness, can only see the temptation clearly if they have the insight. Temptation is a song of attachment. When you were tempted by him, did you choose to refuse? You didn’t, because only he made your proud head depressed. At first, it was timidity, illusion, and then you had uninhibited speculation. Accepting the temptation makes your heart fragile and your emotions more real. You have given the most genuine love and love in your heart, which is a compromise without any reward. You also know that his emotions are like tidewater, which will rise and fall. You also know the sadness and the confusion of bearing after the flowers fade, but you still like to be tempted by him happily, I like his misplaced love at this moment, simple love persistence. If you don’t want to escape, don’t think about unpredictable results. Temptation as if obsessed. When you are fascinated by his love, and your desire is hard to fill, you have already fallen into the whirlpool of emotion. Do you know what you think? …… The peaceful life was broken. I wanted to lie in his arms and listen to the song he rehearsed for you for a long time, the blue waves of the lake, the vast blue sky and the romantic feelings, who can not be confused by this scene. Life needs multi-angle temptation, life needs charming and soft!! [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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Reading

[Introduction] Mr. Zhu Ziqing quoted two poems from Su Shi’s farewell poem “sending an Dun scholar back to the West” written by a scholar named Andun. Old books are never tired of reading for hundreds of times, and people who read and think deeply know it. I remember once when I was a child, I went to the teacher’s office and saw a plaque hanging on the wall above the teacher’s desk, submitting a letter to cook two powerful words. I was confused in my heart, how can I cook books made of paper? I asked the teacher: Can books be boiled? The teacher smiled and said, “Why can’t books be boiled as spiritual food? What the teacher said made me confused. So the teacher told me a story: Du Fu, a great poet, had to read a book several times when he was young and beautiful, I am willing to give up until I memorize all the contents and wonderful sentences in the book. After reading thousands of books, writing is like a god. Because he read poems and books well laid the foundation for him to write poems in the future, this is the origin of cooking books. The teacher said: Every Chinese lesson you are studying now is classic, so you should read it well! You should not only read it, but also boil it and swallow it to absorb and digest it, so that you can write articles with ease in the future. Unfortunately, I didn’t do what the teacher asked me to do. Now Writing articles is always very lame, which has become a shortcoming of life. Books purify human souls; Books enrich people’s knowledge; Books create great figures one after another; Books bring knowledge into the Palace of Science and Technology. Through the Ages, there are numerous allusions about reading and anecdotes about celebrities. Hanging beams and stinging stocks, chiseling walls and borrowing light, Ying Ying Xue hanging beams and stinging stocks talked about a man named Sun Jing in the Eastern Han Dynasty, who was a famous politician. When he was young, he was diligent and studious. He often closed the door and kept reading alone. Reading from morning to night every day is often a waste of sleep and food. I have been studying for a long time, tired, and still don’t have a rest. After a long time, I was so tired that I dozed off. He was afraid of affecting his reading and learning, so he came up with a special method. In ancient times, men’s hair was very long. He found a rope and tied one end firmly to the beam. When he was tired of reading, he took a nap. Once he lowered his head, the rope would hold his hair, which would hurt his scalp. He immediately woke up and continued reading and learning. During the Warring States period, there was a man named Su Qin who was also a famous politician. When I was young, because I didn’t have much knowledge, I went to many places to do things, but I was not valued. After returning home, his family was also very indifferent to him and looked down upon him. This stimulated him a lot. Therefore, he made up his mind to study hard. He often reads till midnight, very tired, I often nap and want to sleep. He also came up with a way to prepare an awl. Once he dozed off, he stabbed his thigh with an awl. In this way, I suddenly felt pain and woke myself up, and then persisted in reading. This made the story of Su Qin stabbing stocks. The story about a famous Confucian named Kuang Heng in the Western Han Dynasty, which was about his cheating on the wall to read books. Kuang Heng childhood poor family. During the day, he lived by cutting firewood and grass in exchange for some food; At night, he wanted to study, but he had no money to buy oil lamps. He saw the light of his neighbor’s house was bright, so he cut a hole in the wall to draw a faint light. Every night, he was eager to read with this little light. Later, in order to read more books, he was even willing to be a servant for a man with abundant books in his family without paying, with only one purpose of hoping to read more books. Meng Ying Ying Xue said that Sun Kang, who lived in Jin Dynasty, had a poor family and lit lights without oil. He used to read books with Snow Light on snowy nights. There is a famous saying in Huang Sheng’s book borrowing theory written by Yuan Mei, a litterateur in Qing Dynasty: books must be borrowed or read. It means that a person who is studious but has no money to buy books has no choice but to ask others to borrow books to read. However, because of this, the borrowed books can be kept in his hands for a short time, so he will cherish them especially, seize read digestion. In real life, it is common for friends to borrow books from each other. When I was young, I not only borrowed books but also read them. At that time, middle school students were very poor and generally didn’t have pocket money except for the breakfast fee of a few cents. At that time, a book needed at least a few yuan, and buying a book was simply a luxury thing for us. So every day after school, several classmates in our class went to the bookstall to read books together. Although I didn’t rub to the point of forgetting to eat and sleep, I often stood up with sorrows of waist and legs and stiff neck. After a long time, the boss found out that we were all free guys and started to guard us. Every day he saw us coming from afar and stood at the door to stop us from entering. At that time, Xiao didn’t know how to look at people. Anyway, the more the boss refused to enter, we found opportunities to sneak in and catch up with the boss. I don’t know what’s the difference between stealing books and stealing books. We neither steal books nor steal books, which means reading books at most. Mr. Zhu Ziqing quoted two poems from Su Shi’s farewell poem “sending an Dun scholar back to the West” written by a scholar named Andun. Old books are never tired of reading for hundreds of times, and people who read and think deeply know it. Old books: refer to classics. Master said: classics give people knowledge and teach people how to do it, among which there are many linguistic, historical and self-cultivation subjects, many annotations, and many related textual researches here, read hundred times, It may not be able to connect everywhere, so it is necessary to read more. I remembered that when I just went to work, I only had the living expenses of 60 yuan per month, while at that time, a prose collection of Zhu Ziqing cost 20 yuan, which was equivalent to 1/3 of my living expenses per month. So reading books is still my main way to acquire knowledge. At first, the boss was polite, every time I took a book from the bookshelf and read it, the boss would go back to introduce the author and the content of the book to you tirelessly. When he was tired of talking, I could read it for a while with ease. Once the time came, the boss’s face was not good-looking, and his language was much Stiff. Before you took the book off the shelf, he said coldly and enthusiastically: If you want to buy it, you can read it, if you don’t buy it, don’t take it down. Who will I sell the book? I know that the boss also wants to eat and earn money, so I will return the books back whenever this happens. In order to buy a prose collection of Zhu Ziqing, I spent two months’ living expenses to buy it, and no one was willing to borrow it when I got home as if I had received a treasure. Nowadays, in order to gain higher benefits, bookstores have made some classic works in hardcover edition, which are exquisitely decorated but the price is also very expensive. Less than 60 yuan, more than 70 yuan, several hundred yuan. People like me who earn yuan per month still can’t afford those books to read, so they learned to shop for books in old bookstalls. Although books are old, there is no difference between reading and new books. Visiting old bookstalls in my daily life has become a great pleasure for me. Every time when I go home from outside, my wife looks at me with an eye of scrutiny and says: I’m going to buy old books again, there are enough old books at home. Don’t buy any more? Writer Jia Pingwa said: Don’t buy luxury books when buying books. Luxury books are sold to people who don’t read books. It is not necessary to read books made of paper. Mountains and rivers can be read, clouds and rain can be read, officialdom can be read, and business can be read. Gamblers and prostitutes are also books. Only reading books at home, reading books or reading books, is no different from drinking, playing cards and smoking all day long. What benefits do family members have in society. He is educating young people about social experience and also a book, and it is a book without words, which needs to be gradually read and honed in the passing of years. Young people, please study hard. [Responsible editor: Ke Er]] Like (prose editor: Ke Er) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. The answer to the consultation letter is just encouraging an existing… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 14, 2018) January 14, 2018: Today, the temperature in Wujiang is relatively warm, not as cold as a few days ago. Yesterday and Today, Wu Jiang’s… Be a person who never stops growing up Teacher Lily coughed with a strong nasal tone when she was in yoga class. 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The stars are all over the sky, and the moon is bright; 45 degrees, the vast sense of silence, only the cigarette at the corner of the mouth is the clearest. Flashing responses. Nine o’clock, the familiar time; Short message is a folded paper plane full of missing; On the other side, is it the smiling face you expect, or the boredom of accumulating one autumn and one winter; Fingertips, press lightly, like a paper airplane flying in the wind, it can’t return; The heart is not empty, because of you, thinking is not chaotic, just because I have already got used to it! 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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When I prayed for the safety of all people, I suffered an accident and everything was like a dream. Many accidents were caused by temporary negligence. Most of the time I told my child to pay attention to safety, but I had such a careless idea. Fortunately, it was not the child that hurt me. I think I should be optimistic and strong. Even though I couldn’t move and my body was hurt, I still smiled and kept a hearty laughter. When I calmed down, I thought maybe I passed death, maybe I passed disability. I clearly remember that on the road of green mountains and grass, I couldn’t open my eyes. I struggled, I wanted to sit up in a daze, or I really sat up, when I was half in a coma, I felt that someone seemed to squat down and talk to me. I couldn’t open my eyes, my mouth or hear what he was saying clearly, I can’t even see how embarrassed I am. I don’t feel any pain, I don’t know where I am, and occasionally I can lift my eyelids heavily. I think I am sitting there. Occasionally, I lifted my eyes and saw my glasses away, lying lonely in the Xuan soil; I saw a piece of blood stain on my arm that had been killed; the next scene is to see a woman coming towards me hurriedly; I saw my nephew in gray clothes coming towards me as well. I don’t know how long I only have these pictures. I seemed to be in my sleep, feeling that woman pulled my arm and helped me go. When I opened my eyes again, I changed my child’s father. No one talked to me. I opened my eyes and saw a green mountain. I instinctively wondered: Where is this? Chengde. The child’s father answered without expression. Where is this? I still asked puzzled. Fengning. He re-answer. I still don’t understand. I feel heavy, but I don’t feel any pain. I can only open my eyes once in a while, it seems that I am in a dream. I suddenly thought of my son and asked hurriedly: where is my son? In this. I saw my son standing there. But the consciousness is still not very clear, just like the fragments in the dream. I may cry, but I don’t know why? When I was more sober, I was already lying on the bed of that woman’s house. I heard the anxious voice of my child’s father and called my classmate very urgently, saying that I needed to go to the hospital for brain CT. I left immediately. I’m in a hurry to stop it. I’m fine. I’m fine. When the woman listened to me, she suddenly felt relieved: I got it, Mum, scared me to death. You were scared just now. She looked at me with concern and said softly, as if a stone fell from her heart to the ground. I began to be a little sober and understood what had happened. I heard the child’s father said that he would give money to the peasant woman, but she didn’t want it. She also urged her to leave after dinner. My reaction is still slow, I don’t want to worry about too many things, and there is no pain. My child’s father hurriedly helped me get on the bus at this noon. I began to feel pain in my left foot and did not force me. Collapsed into the seat, he continued to call his nephew’s aunt in Beijing and contacted the Suburban Hospital. They called back and forth, and I was in a daze. After several hours of driving, I was completely sober and knew what had happened. There was no sadness. They talked and laughed as usual. They also relaxed. I opened the car mirror and saw scratches on my right face and forehead. I forgot which service area I went to. I wanted to go to the bathroom, but I couldn’t get off at all. My son hurriedly came to help me, and I felt pain all over my body. My left shoulder and chest hurt badly, and my left foot hurt even more. I clenched my teeth to support me, and my whole body was covered with dirt, and my face was not cleaned, the mess was like a remnant soldier from the battlefield. Many people looked at me doubtfully. I gritted my teeth and walked into the women’s bathroom. Despite the pain, I insist. My son took me back to the car, and his father sighed with tiredness. He was extremely tired. I teased my nephew and asked him about my accident. He said: aunt, you are stupid. You don’t know anything. You don’t know even if you wash your face. Your face is covered with soil. He pointed at me and smiled, so did I. Along the way, I still insisted on not going to the hospital, feeling that there was no big deal. It was already dark, and my kid’s father had something urgent in the unit tomorrow. Besides, he was very tired. I don’t want to delay time outside. There are watermelon sellers on the roadside, and next to them are watermelon fields and melon fields. In order to have a rest, the three men went down to pick watermelons and melons. I glanced at the rolling watermelons in the field, hitting them at ordinary times, and I was already roaring excitedly to take photos. At this time, I just want to close my eyes. I was worried that his son and nephew would be sleepy when he was tired of driving, and there was no sound. The father of the child talked to himself as if to remind himself to pay attention to his energy. I almost lost my spirit. After nine hours in a trance, I finally drove to the downstairs of my home at 9 o’clock in the evening. My son took me off the car, my foot hurt badly, and my left chest also hurt abnormally. My skinny son wanted to carry me upstairs. I thought he was very hard and had a lot of luggage to take, so he insisted on climbing the stairs by himself. The fourth floor is so difficult, half step is difficult …… the little nephew is very useful at this time, he went upstairs and downstairs, carrying luggage and watermelon, full of energy. Living outside for a few days, the first thing to go home, I still have to take a shower. Occasionally, when I met the wound, I shouted to buffer and contain the pain. I was also surprised by my strong strength, or I was always independent and endured everything by myself. I thought my optimism was enough to move myself. For the next two days, I could only lie on the bed. My left ankle was swollen like steamed bread, and it was a pit when my feet fingers were pressed up. Both the right face and forehead have blood scabs. The thumb of the right hand was badly swollen, and the right elbow was bruised. There are several bruising blue and purple spots on the right leg, knee and lower leg, and the outer side of the left upper arm is swollen like the trench in my hometown when I was young. The left shoulder hurt and could not lift the arm. The most terrible thing is that the left chest and left foot hurt so much that they couldn’t hold on. I have to experience another kind of life for a short time, the life of the disabled. I think this is also a rare experience. Therefore, from the bottom of my heart, I didn’t feel any annoyance or dejection. I also doubted whether I was a very strange person. His father was very busy when he came back to work. Don’t care about me, fortunately, my child is at home. I think what kind of pain will disappear after time filtering, as long as I am willing to endure. But my friend advised me to go to the hospital, check it and rest assured. It is not that I am ignorant, but that I am stubborn and confident. Confidence is a minor injury. What made my head worse was tossing upstairs and downstairs. I felt distressed that my son couldn’t carry it. I seemed to be a big fat man. Following my friend’s advice, I went to the hospital on the third day and found that my head and scalp hurt. I took photos of my chest and feet, and other skin injuries were ignored. As a result, the foot bone was fractured and plaster was applied for at least six weeks. The young doctor quickly cast a plaster on me, saying that my chest was a muscle bruise and hurt. He knew that it was very painful. He only needed to raise it slowly without special treatment. My son decided to buy a pair of crutches. The next morning, I had to go to the hospital for reexamination. I tried to set up a pair of crutches myself, but I was not skilled, so I lost my center of gravity after a few times, and threw a pint fiercely. This pain hurt me at any time, my body, my heart, I cried loudly in chagrin. The old injury of coccyx falling recurred, and it can’t be more for a while. The chest is more painful, the shoulder is more hurt, and the heart is more painful. I was so stupid that I became a waste. The following is a long waiting day, waiting for the healing of the foot bone. It is also a day when my heart is filled with more emotions and trained my son. I don’t think this accident will come in vain. My experience is the harvest of life. My son’s ability to live, take care of others and take responsibility will be strengthened. Accidents in life always happen, but we still have to smile…… 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. 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