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Injury,

I have been tortured by the wound on my belly for more than seven years. After the night comes and puts down the exhaustion and busyness of the day, the pain of itching and pain begins to torture me. For seven years, it seems that I have gradually got used to touching it in the middle of the night. In the daytime, people forget its existence because they are busy and full, just like some people who stand in the sun with a smile mask and start crying alone when they calm down alone. I remember where I saw such a sentence: my smile does not mean my happiness! In fact, I don’t like this sentence, but it spreads in every corner of the world. Seven years later, after giving birth to a child, I don’t know whether it is because of poor nursing or medical skills? That wound is much thicker than that of ordinary people, and it always makes me feel itchy every night. Until some blood flowed out from the scratched skin, it no longer felt itchy but began to feel faint pain. Seven years, in this way, the cycle went round and round, breaking layer after layer of skin and forming layer after layer of scab! Although I have suffered enough from such torture, I can’t get rid of those devil hands. I was thinking, is there something in the world like this? Some injuries we didn’t want to touch, but we couldn’t help ourselves. Our actions couldn’t control our thoughts, but our thoughts could easily control our actions! Those wounds, scars, and the past that you don’t want to know. If we don’t touch it, it doesn’t mean it no longer exists. When the night comes, when the loneliness is staged, when the loneliness is at any time, everything will pour out! Just like my wound, I don’t want to suffer much, but it makes me feel so itchy that I can’t help revealing the scar that has already been scabbed, and I feel painful again! I wonder if the disease will eventually collapse and die if it will continue to circulate? Are those who have experienced deep pain suffering as well as my wounds?? 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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Winter small courtyard

I lived in a small courtyard, accompanied by the second floor. My 86-year-old mother still accompanied by the Bible. She would sing the hymn again when she woke up in the middle of the night. Open the door in the morning, without the breath of spring, the beauty of summer and the harvest of autumn. There was a chill blowing on my face, which made me shrink my neck. Seeing that bonsai was tied with ropes and bricks by us, we were giving it cosmetic surgery to make its posture more elegant and beautiful. I planted little garlic on the basin with nails and grass flowers, stretching my neck with perseverance. I was not afraid of the snow, and the Ice Cube could not collapse. Maybe this year’s ice and snow came too fast, too early. The weak pomegranate tree was bent by the ice and snow. I helped it knock out the ice and snow on its body, and straightened it with a rope. The persimmon tree beside it is slim and straight. The small Jujube tree beside its heel is no problem, which may be protected by pomegranate tree. Cough! I don’t know where the cherry tree is now? I still didn’t protect you well. My brother replaced you with a pear tree. The new pear tree was just received this year. The two new branches on the head looked like the horn debater of a little girl, neither snow nor ice pressed the little debate down. You can see that the papaya tree shook off the snow and ice on its body, and it was still luxuriant and green, which did not reduce the beauty of summer at all. With its tall and straight posture, it held its head high as if it was a guard sticking to the border defense. The sunlight shone on the yard, and on the mother who chased the sunshine, presenting a peaceful scene. Written 2010 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…