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Separate

This morning, the warm sunshine set off the Earth. Facing the morning sun in early winter, I wandered in the forest path. When we crossed the railway track, we remembered that when we fell in love, we often walked on the endless railway track and had distant dreams. That was already the memory of many years ago. The speeding train crushed the trace of time, and what remained unchanged was still the two-way round-trip track. The scenery along the road, the shadow many years ago and the warm picture have already become blurred! The intoxicated past was awakened by the roaring sound. Back to this moment, it is still a little strange to see the plants, trees, bricks, tiles, scenes and things that have accompanied you for many years. After living in this strange city for so many years, loneliness will still often invade. I don’t know what else I miss, do I miss my hometown? There is nothing left in my hometown, no …… at this moment, I am very sad, and tears are also circling in my eyes! I don’t know why the sadness at this moment comes from? As the saying goes: women are made of water. Eyes are like a stream that never dries up. Tears are the stream that never dries up! Perhaps the trivial matters are too complicated recently. In dreams, I often say those words in the daytime and even sleepwalk. At this time, what suffered most was the lover lying beside him, who was often beaten by me with stars in his eyes. Then I complained that I met the night wandering god. I don’t believe it. Once, really. I woke up with pain, and felt that I hit my leg with a snap. It hurt me when I woke up. This worries about the future of your lover. One day, will you murder your husband? I don’t know why I am like this? The lover said, the most important thing is to calm down, keep a good attitude and let nature take its course and everything will be fine. I believe, but I can’t do it! I know that I have a lot of shortcomings. Being a man is a failure, not capable enough, unable to go to the hall in the kitchen, hesitant and timid. There are very few people who can truly tolerate me. In this strange city, lovers and children are my dearest people. There is no one except them. Although they are accompanied, there will still be lonely times. It was a kind of mental suffering that they couldn’t understand, and they couldn’t communicate with it. What’s more, how could they communicate with a feeling that they couldn’t even understand! Therefore, I often attach myself to the Internet and place it in my words. Walking between the real and virtual scales, gradually, walking farther and farther. Facing the reality, I became less and less confident and could only lower my head when walking in the crowd. Sometimes what is the meaning of living in extreme thoughts? I once thought about getting away from the Internet and putting down words to be a little woman who wasted time; I also thought about going on a long journey to find myself, or go away from the world to the place where there is no trouble… but everything is so difficult that we can only struggle and struggle in the long time. Time is so long, but time is so short; The world is so big, but we are so small; Language is so light, but responsibility is so heavy; Distance is so close, but heart is so far. Walking across the world, but you can’t meet each other! 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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Dad

(As for the words before writing, nowadays, walking in the streets and lanes will be unexpectedly stuffed into many propaganda weekly about women’s health male questions, and the whole story of painless abortion. Some of them were even sent to the student dormitory. I was thinking about the misfortune of a child who was not expected to be born. A little boy about five years old was sitting on a rattan swing in a community. His small body was deeply trapped in the back of the swing, swinging around with the swing. He seemed to be thinking about something. His head gently leaned against the small hand holding the rope on one side, and his eyes drifted towards the gate of the community intentionally or unintentionally. Behind him was a large piece of Chinese rose, which was full of enthusiasm, and several dark green leaves set off in front of him. A big swimming pool on the left recovered calm after children came home for dinner. The pool surface was covered with soft light against the sunset glow, just like the smile on grandma’s face. There are several trees in the courtyard of the community that have been trimmed with only dozens of leaves from nowhere to cope with the greening inspection, smiling in the breeze. Looking at the dark sky, the little boy became more and more depressed. He even invited his playmates to KFC to attend his birthday party in the afternoon, seeing that night, which was not friendly to him at ordinary times, was a face of unbelievable. The pleasure of finally avenging him could not make him feel happy now. Why hasn’t the trumpet at the door rang yet? Looking, looking, he couldn’t help feeling angry about the bustling rose. He kicked his feet fiercely, and the swing was high, throwing him to a very high place. He remembered that man had said that he would come back to help him when he could climb on the swing by himself. He had said that. But in the following days, that man seemed to have not seen him for a long time. Unless the quarrel came from the master bedroom, or his mother cried too hard, he would rub his sleepy eyes and tell himself that his father came back. He could tell him that he could reach the autumn thousand, but he was so tired that he soon fell asleep again. In his dream, he sat in a boat, drifting and drifting. He didn’t know where he was going. He held the sheet tightly with his hands, shouting rustling: Dad Dad Dad Dad Dad Dad got up the next day and found that the quilt was quietly covered on the shoes. Then, he caught a cold. He remembered that he had a very serious cold that time. He was wearing white striped clothes and lying on the full white bed. The room was extremely white, which made him uncomfortable. But mom said that after lying down, Dad would come. He quickly covered the quilt with white disgusting quilt and pretended to be obedient. He met that man as he wished, but that man didn’t tell him any swing any more. The little boy had no idea how many times he had sat on the swing waiting for that man, but that man seemed to always get used to coming back late. He always waited, waiting, and found himself lying on the exclusive small bed the next morning. He thought today would be an exception, but all the stars in the sky were in a daze. He got into a familiar and unfamiliar arms and said a particularly clear dream: Dad, can you go home early? The man paused and looked at the little doll in his arms, filled with emotion. It was another morning, but I still couldn’t see my father. The little boy stood beside the bed dejectedly. He didn’t find a message note brought under the bed by the wind: My dear child Pi Pi: Dad is really sorry for not being able to accompany you on your birthday. But Dad has his father’s job. If dad doesn’t go to work earlier, he will have no job. If dad doesn’t have a job, you can no longer live in a big house or go to KFC, I can’t buy the most fun Transformers any more. You certainly don’t like this, do you? So you have to listen to your mother, okay? My father looked at his unhappy son and mother outside the door, with tears on his face. Thinking of the parent-child appraisal book, she held her head tightly with both hands and her body slided down the wall. She was anxious to kill herself. 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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Daily

When I saw my parents who were eating breakfast in the morning sunshine, a kind of sadness suddenly surged up in my heart. It was obviously the most common morning, and it was no different from the past, but at that moment, it was suddenly sad, accompanied by the pain that followed. At that moment, I asked myself a question in my heart: how many mornings can I have breakfast with my parents like this? I think of that family relationship calculation problem. If you and parents separated, if parents live 30 years, their average annual home 1 times, only 30 to Times. Every time for 5 days, we leave the time such as gathering with friends, socializing, eating and sleeping, etc. The time that we can really accompany our parents in a year is only about 24 hours, which is less than 720 hours in 30 years, almost one month. This result is so cruel, which makes people sigh, depressed and sad. For many people, filial piety is always the future and unfinished time. In fact, a few years ago, I knew clearly that I would spend less and less time with my parents. However, I want to cherish it, but there are always many things that force me to leave my parents. And next year, next year I will step into the society and start my own working career. In this way, there will be fewer days accompanying parents every year. In a few years, I will get married and will not live with them. Maybe it was just because I thought of these in a flash that I would not give up and would not want to separate. Therefore, I was sad and painful because I did not want to separate. Up to now, my concept of home is still very contradictory. I once thought about leaving my parents. But every time I left for a short time, I really wanted to go home. Then I went home and wanted to leave again. The result of such a cycle is that we understand that the time we can spend with our parents is very limited, so we can only cherish our time together. 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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Essays

[Introduction] who once said: sad memories can only be considered as passing through without tears when narrating. But every time I narrate the sad past, I never shed tears. Is it because I have strong control? Or those sad past events were just ordinary, which did not hurt my heart so badly as I imagined, but only my own overrendering? If people can be reincarnated, if there is reincarnation in the world, then I will choose my life again. I will never live a mediocre life like now. Living in competition is certainly distressed, and living in mediocrity and indifference is especially painful. If it wasn’t for the rough road of mountains and rivers, how could it be growth? If it wasn’t for being young and frivolous and couldn’t be forgiven, how could it be known where the difference between love and hate lies. Love is long, hate is also long, love and hate are intertwined, who can deny that hate is not because of love? And will there be hatred at the end of love? I always recall the past time and place my hopes on the future, but I am unwilling to face the reality. I know that the past is only painful memories, and I know that the future road is not calm, but I always feel that today is not as good as yesterday, and tomorrow will be better. Who ever said: sad memories can only be considered as passing through without tears when narrating. But every time I narrate the sad past, I never shed tears. Is it because I have strong control? Or those sad past events were just ordinary, which did not hurt my heart so badly as I imagined, but only my own overrendering? Young people always like to collect some young dreams in the Garden of Life. Life is full of dreams, especially for young people. The Dream years belong to the younger generation. Life is not all dark, long life, how many rosy dreams can often bring back some pink stories. The long past has already become clouds, but who can understand the distracting thoughts and sweet feelings left in my heart thoroughly? Every time you sit quietly, you will think of you. You have been gone for many years. Where are you wandering in the sky full of temptation now? If life gives me all the good things smoothly, then I can’t have many experiences in life, which makes me be a real person, and mistakes also have beautiful times. [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…