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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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Why men

Some people say that the change of a man’s mind comes from the change of a woman. I don’t agree with this sentence. There was a woman who fell in love with a man for five years. Two years later, she married a man and gave birth to a baby, but her figure was the same as that of not getting married, however, his husband became more and more indifferent to her. Basically, she didn’t communicate much when she came home from work and seldom spoke. Educating children also became her own business. When she was not married, her boyfriend was always obedient to her, like a high princess, but now to her, she was just a housewife. She is no different from others. Is it because there is no dependence or sustenance for her feelings, just like a walking corpse. Why do men change their minds? Is it because I don’t love it, or there is a third party, or there are other difficulties? Only men know the answer. Please think carefully for the woman who loves you. 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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Pang fan

[Introduction] my father often taught me that there is no hundred-day merit. It seems simple to practice calligraphy, but it is important to stick to it. If you stick to it, you will see the results. No matter what you do, kung fu is useless. He also said that the words were just like people. Qing Zhou Xinglian said in his Linchi Guan Jian: Yu said that between pen and ink, the original foot was aimed at people’s weather, so was calligraphy. Those who like hard pen calligraphy probably know Pang Zhonghua. Pang Zhonghua, born in Chongqing, is a famous calligrapher, educator and the main pioneer of hard-pen calligraphy in contemporary China. Ponzi’s hard-pen calligraphy is fresh and elegant. It has its own family and is called Pang Ti. Of course, I am also a fan. Contact to Pang Zhonghua, as if in Junior. At that time, I couldn’t write words, which made my father who wrote good words lose face. Therefore, once my father came back from the city, he brought me a pen copybook of Pang Zhonghua. He also said that the word is the facade, don’t just know how to play, it is like practicing when you are fine. Until today, I still remember that copybook, the cover of lake blue, with the head portrait of Pang Zhonghua printed, which is not very thick. There are introductions in the front of the book, and examples in the back. Fonts include regular script, running script, clerical script, cursive script and seal script. At that time, I also practiced for a while, neither fowl nor fowl. Once, my father read my copy, and after turning a few pages, he said lightly that writing should be calm, horizontal and vertical, not blindly imitated. Writing also requires thinking. Pay attention to the layout of the characters and arrange the frame structure. Ming Xiangmu also mentioned in “elegant words of Calligraphy” that the heart of the book advocates arranging and calculating, imagining and cutting, which is intended for the end of the pen and the image without shape. The appearance of the book, spinning, folding, advancing and retreating, imposing and elegant, writing freely, not only shaped the heart. I am ashamed of what I said. To be honest, father’s handwriting is famous in the village, no matter it is calligraphy, pen or chalk. At that time, most of the blackboard newspapers in the school were his chalk pens; Most of the special issues on New Year’s Day were his calligraphy. The words are not only beautiful to write, but also very energetic, with a feeling of strong paper back. During this period, my father bought me some other copybooks of Pang Zhonghua. I had nothing to do when I was idle. While learning Pang Zhonghua, I also learned my father’s characters. At that time, the floor of the central room was still Cement. When I had time, I squatted down to practice calligraphy with chalk. Chalk characters are not easy to write compared with pen characters, especially when writing on the blackboard, elbow writing requires certain skill. Otherwise, if the handwriting is not good, it will be easy to go off. Of course, if you practice handwriting on the floor for a long time, your wrist will be sore and your legs will feel painful. But when I saw a piece of masterpiece full of white flowers in the central room and inside, I felt much more comfortable. My father would praise him sometimes when he saw him. Later, when I entered the company, there was less chance to write chalk, so I practiced pen writing. Due to the large number of ballpoint pens used in the company, I spent nine yuan in the department store to buy a pen of Yongsheng brand. I have been using it for many years. Although this pen is not very beautiful, it is quite easy to use. In my spare time in class, I took out a pen and practiced calligraphy with a piece of wrapping paper. To be honest, the paper of wrapping paper is not very good, but it does not affect my enthusiasm for practicing calligraphy. Gradually, when I write on the paper, I can not make a straight line to ensure that I don’t go off the track. I remember that I wrote a lot when I was practicing calligraphy. Sometimes I copied proses, sometimes I copied professional theoretical knowledge, and I also copied Tang and Song Poems. The process of writing practice not only improves the writing level, but also can be familiar with some past knowledge, killing two birds with one stone. It seems that in 2002, the unit organized a hard pen calligraphy competition. I took part in the competition and won a third prize unexpectedly. From then on, I also got to know several famous people who had good handwriting in the unit, such as Zhang Zhongli, Cui Tan, Meng Tao and so on. My father often taught me that there was no hundred-day merit. It seems simple to practice calligraphy, but it is important to stick to it. If you stick to it, you will see the results. No matter what you do, kung fu is useless. He also said that the words were just like people. Qing Zhou Xinglian said in his Linchi Guan Jian: Yu said that between pen and ink, the original foot was aimed at people’s weather, so was calligraphy. There are a lot of celebrities whose handwriting is very beautiful. About practising calligraphy, my father also told me a story, saying that when Zhu Xi was young, his handwriting was not well written and he practiced for a long time without any progress. Once, Zhu Xi’s father read the words written by Zhu Xi and said, “If the heart is correct, the words are correct. If the heart is not good, it is because the words cannot be written. Zhu Xi was touched by his father’s words. Since then, I have practiced calligraphy diligently and finally became a famous artist. In fact, there are many similarities between writing brush and hard pen. However, hard pen started later. Liu Xizai in Qing Dynasty pointed out in “Art overview” that the writer also writes records. Writing can repair heart, repair heart-xiu ren. I learned a lot by practicing calligraphy. However, nowadays computers are becoming popular, and fewer and fewer people are practicing calligraphy. I think, even so, practicing calligraphy at leisure is also a pastime, isn’t it? [Responsible editor: yi 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. 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Wonderful work

I sat at the dormitory window all afternoon. Pick up the long-lost writing brush and spread out a piece of white paper. At this time, the heart seemed to be laid empty, so empty, which made people a little scared. Looking around, there is no one, including the air. The milky white hair beard licked the fragrant ink a few times helplessly and couldn’t help kissing a few words on the empty paper. When memory and memory meet quietly at a happy corner in the mind, a kind of fireworks called memory bloom on the head and become huge one by one?. They seem to be beautiful, as beautiful as flowers. I use the sunshine in my eyes to make them shine. I gently took them off. One by one. Put them on the wilderness of empty paper. It was a wilderness which was almost barren. There were no trees, no grass, no blue sky, no white clouds …… only the footprints with enough words left stepped into the distance. Strange flowers are chasing crazily behind foot footprints with crazy dreams. He didn’t know where his direction was, and he just ran wildly. He didn’t know why he wanted to escape from the pursuit of strange flowers. Was this a kind of consciousness? But where does the strange consciousness come from? Is it the infinite traction of dreams? Enough, he is very hesitant. He thought about the whole space and didn’t find the so-called answer. He closed his eyes to let sleepiness invade his mind. However, his mind was still filled with ruthless thoughts. Everything is just a struggle for nothing. The river formed by all consciousness drips him further and further into the distance. Perhaps, only in the distance can he find the answer. Therefore, he set out with the reach and confusion of the answer. Wonderful flowers are still chasing. The wind on the wilderness is also blowing wild. They fly in the direction of footprints in the wind! Is it a strange flower chasing foot or foot chasing strange flower? 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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Life

Because of work, I was a little busy at the end of the year, but I was not too busy to have time to write. I was not quiet in my heart, and the things of reading and writing naturally couldn’t be smoothly and smoothly, and I put them aside again and again. Facing the burning eyes of a strict teacher in life, the fear of being unable to write words was like a thief meeting a policeman, so I had to coax myself to sigh that I was busy recently! The ashamed heart was covered up again and again, with the embarrassment of being unable to hand in the job, he bowed his body and sneaked around with guilty heart. [1] Recently, the unit has been engaged in literary and artistic activities, and the collective activities with great excitement have always been very happy and pleasant. Take this opportunity to tie up ties and ties for the dance teacher. It is not easy to be a Yuelao! I made an appointment here, and said good words there. I called a dozen (it is estimated that the phone bill will rise sharply this month, and the spitting ideas my husband scolded will spread all over my face). Everything went wrong, and it was planned to have dystocia constantly, and the deadline for meeting was delayed for several days. The first meeting of the two was arranged in the Binyue hotel, and a table was set in luxury. I, the matchmaker, was relieved to see their admiring and admiring eyes and the Happy Spring waves flowing around their eyebrows. Anyway, a bunch of people who accompanied me ate happily. In the cold days outside the window, all of you were sweating on your forehead. [2] The performance at the base camp on the evening of 27th was a little flawed, which was a success on the whole. The leader who led the team was not very ideal, but the emotions of US non-mainstream actors were not affected. We touched the glass happily and chewed the roast chicken. A group of women poured the half-old and arrogant laughter of Xu Niang into the restaurant at eleven midnight. The colorful neon lights were reflected in the shallow Weir River, and the river was reflected to the night sky without hiding anything. The night faded far away. The moon is not very round, with light yellow halo. Against the bright and enchanting night scene of the car city, the brightness is very weak. [3] when meeting the beloved old friend, he smiled at each other, and all the care was dissolved in the gentle greetings. Lamenting that time is like a blink of an eye. The bright stars in his eyes lit up my heart, adding a lot of tender thoughts to my eyes. Those beautiful emotions have been flying for so many years, but they are still flying with butterfly wings and gentle color. Every encounter is so warm. Keeping a concern, the nebula spreads across the world. No need to say more, wave your hand, blessing in your heart, go your own way [Editor in charge: Yuehua]] 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…