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Cry

On that day, tears walked endlessly on the cheek, tightly biting the lower lip, trying to control the willfulness of tears. However, I failed. My lips were almost bitten, but tears kept speeding up on my cheeks endlessly. I suspected that tears had become my enemy unconsciously, deliberately oppose me when I need to calm down. It seemed that all my face was taken away. I was like a goldfish with fish scales cut off. My whole body was bloody and smelly, and the groaning sound from high to low was like a meteor suddenly appearing in the sky, the speed suddenly disappeared in the dark night. In the end, I felt so painful that I felt weak, as quiet as night and death. When I cried completely paralyzed, I was held up from the dirty ground by my most trusted teacher. Her hands were very warm and warm, just like the spring breeze. Although there is comfort, the pain I have is still not degraded. She hurried to find gauze and carefully wrapped up my wound. Her small wings, like sunshine, lit up my gloomy heart. My wound gradually became less painful. With the passing of every minute, I hadn’t waited for the gauze to be untied, I grew a fish scale harder than before. Looking back on the scene that day, I felt that I was undoubtedly a very fragile and ridiculous protagonist at that time, crying to paralysis for knocking over the milk. The night the scales grew again, I found myself growing up a lot. In the future, I will face those unexpected changes and things that I never expected to happen calmly. 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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It is the swaying breeze outside the window that opens the dusty memory or the winding song the loud and barren wasteland my sight is full of oil and oil in the intoxicating sky that night my dream is full of rape flowers and spring breeze. The closed door knocks on the heart of season like water gentle like water missing over my head like gentle steps sweet fragrance ironing cold chest the night when my dream was full of rape flowers I saw stars all over the sky the Golden and blue sadness wandered in the ancient village a song of vicissitudes gently calling for the long-lasting attachment in the field where no one remembers. At that night, in my dream, rape flowers bloomed and horses passed by the small bridge beside the village. It is my unchanging feelings Ding Dong spring water is your fragrant smile burning my dream Like the melancholy rose in full bloom quietly that night the rape flower in my dream was blooming carrying the tired traveling bag visiting the familiar village wisps of breeze intoxicating the clouds in the sky the begonia is still human but not flowing water not that night the rape flower in my dream was blooming with a piece the night like parting the wisps of blue smoke floating in the sky still tells the story like water that night the rape flowers in my dream were as soft as paper the wind lifted the blue of the sea when I opened my clothes I was lonely thinking about whether there was childhood there the ballad The sail hanging on the Sea sent a small stamp at a distance on a clear and clear night, a lingering homesickness and a swaying feeling in the night wind I and God agreed to dream back on Yangzhou Road with fireworks in March and spring wind for ten miles. Standing under the trembling kapok tree every night, my hometown gently buckles the happy door ring and looks forward to the night when the years come back. Golden rape flowers bloom 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…