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Diary

There are many things in life that move you, either happy or sad. I often record them all. That is my trace in my life. Just like a row of footprints left in the snow. Even though it was crooked, it came after all. Calm, smile. The poetic age. We are on campus, under the boundless dusk, leaning under the withered tree, reading books, doing exercises and memorizing words. Youth is the dream of flying, and youth is the struggle and cultivation of self-improvement. I still remember our grandiloquy words and the girl like poetry. Together with me, she lingered along the path of flowers and shadows on campus, and set sail in the ocean of poems. We read Xi Murong, Xu Zhimo, Haizi, Gu Cheng, Wang Guozhen and so on. They will also pick the dead leaves of autumn and the flowers and plants of spring together, and then put them in the diary to make bookmark. Open the diary again, that little wild flower is lying there, blooming in the diary. Pick it up, leaving only a hint of flowers. I think our youth and emotions are just like this small wild flower, which is open in life. When a generation grows old, a new generation will appear, full of passion and beautiful youth. The same diary is full of memories. There will also be light small wild flowers caught in the diary, and there will also be light flowers left in the notebook. Diary is just like the flowers left in the world. The flowers in the diary are like the blooming youth, which will never fade in the 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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Senior one, I just remember that snowflakes were flying down and I was standing at the school gate, the man across the road finally came to me and blew off the snow on my hair for me gently brushed off the snow on my school uniform. His smile was still falling, light and warm, jokingly and gently go back, just this sentence since then, that man, Snowflake, frozen Christmas Eve, snowflake danced, add romance I bought an apple with the money of different surnames I saved and gave it to that man foolishly, saying, happy Christmas Eve! The snow in the North was always very early in the second year of senior high school. At another man’s birthday party, we ate hot pot to support him. In the name of the birthday star, we gave me lavender gloves, purple and white scarves and hats, in my freshman year, it snowed heavily for four years. I went to see him injured and didn’t want to mention it. However, another man bought the sweet potato milk tea I loved to drink. Later, it lingered around for six years,,, the snow of that season, I secretly fell in love with that man, and another man secretly fell in love with me. We came here like this, with bitterness and happiness ~~ that season, the snow of childhood at that time, I always feel crystal clear. I always stand in the snow and watch the snowflakes flying. I will also eat snow and have snow fights secretly. The laughter like snowmen and snowflakes flying are always so carefree that season, season after season. When we grew up, I began to miss season after season. 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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World

[Introduction] Yes, listening to Teresa Teng’s songs can tell the world of colors, pictures and red wine. Her songs are also Ruan Mian song. She can fall asleep and fall asleep after listening to her songs. Suddenly, Teresa Teng had been away for many years, and what she took away was not only her songs. On the Internet that day, I suddenly heard Teresa Teng’s song. So familiar, so beautiful, so wonderful, immediately reminded me of that era. It should be said that we grew up with Teresa Teng’s songs. Teresa Teng’s songs were played in mainland China at the time when the 1970 s and 1980 s were replaced. At that time, fashionable young people wore long hair, red bell pants and leather shoes, carrying a large cassette recorder through the market in groups, the recorder was as big as a box, and the recorder played Teresa Teng’s song: he rijun came again, sweet, and saw cooking smoke again. In the spring of North, the song was sweet and soft, like wisps of breeze passing over the water, like bursts of flowers passing with the wind. The reason why Teresa Teng was recalled by people all the time was that on one hand, her songs infected several generations of Chinese, and the familiar stories of small cities were popular in Hong Kong and Taiwan on the water side. However, in the early days, our mainland was not allowed to listen. We did not encourage listening, saying that it was a decadent voice and paralysed people’s fighting spirit. Later, it was gradually accepted and loved by the public. Her concert was just put on today when the stars were changing, which also looked gorgeous and moving. On the other hand, it was also because she left too early, which was really wrong, causing an uproar in the Chinese world. And when she left from the small tourist city which was full of flowers and the quiet beauty, was it a hint or arrangement from the God? At that time, I often went to the bustling city of Nanjing by vacation, and I always had to go to my cousin and sister’s house to play. That cousin always liked to play with the recorder, and the recorder changed one after another, teresa Teng’s songs were playing all day long in that recorder. Once he was not at home, but the red indicator light of the recorder was always on. Listening carefully, there was still a slight singing of Teresa Teng, as if he couldn’t bear to turn off Teresa Teng’s song when he left; That summer vacation was over, my cousin and I traveled to coastal cities together. The train went for a whole day and two nights. He brought a small radio recorder. We listened to songs alternately, and Teresa Teng’s wonderful songs accompanied us throughout our journey, this song made our journey disappear. This song integrated into the whole journey and became an inseparable part of our journey. During the years when I was teaching in the school, there was a young teacher in the office, he bought a big card recorder produced by Nanjing Panda factory and put it in his office. At noon or at night, the recorder rang with songs of Teresa Teng fluttering and soft. At that time, he talked with someone, just played, the recorder played the most songs is Teresa Teng’s sweet honey, There is a taste of sour, sweet and bitter after listening to it. Yes, listening to Teresa Teng’s songs can tell the world of colors, pictures and red wine, and her songs are also Ruan Mian song. Listening to her songs, she can fall asleep and fall asleep. Suddenly, Teresa Teng had been away for many years. What she took away was not only her songs, but also that era. But what she left was Teresa Teng in people’s heart, Teresa Teng in her mind, Teresa Teng in the video materials, teresa Teng’s songs were integrated into the blood of several generations and the marrow of several generations, which might also be a kind of compensation after she left! [Editor in charge: Ke Er] Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. The answer to the consultation letter is just encouraging an existing… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 14, 2018) January 14, 2018: Today, the temperature in Wujiang is relatively warm, not as cold as a few days ago. Yesterday and Today, Wu Jiang’s… Be a person who never stops growing up Teacher Lily coughed with a strong nasal tone when she was in yoga class. Maybe it’s uncomfortable, she has less demonstration action today,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 13, 2018) January 13, 2018: Yesterday, my sister and nephew Little David didn’t come to the Dongwan village of jinjiaba where my mother and I stayed temporarily,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 12, 2018) January 12, 2018: The day before yesterday, I said, “my mother will go to Kunshan tomorrow.” However, yesterday, my mother did not go to Kunshan…