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Compared with comedy and drama, I prefer tragedy to TV series and movies. I like the feeling of crying happily and sadly. After watching some movies, I just close the computer and sleep peacefully, however, after watching some films, you will lie on the bed and toss about the plot. I like the latter, because it gives me a sense of real existence and achievement; Novels and essays, compared with fairy tales and narrations, I prefer healing things. I like to sit at the desk by the window in a quiet afternoon and slowly feel delicate strokes and sad stories, that kind of sadness and sadness had better haunt me for a week, which should also be seeking a sense of history. I always doubt whether things in the past have actually happened, so I often find something that can be used as relics when it happens, and what makes me feel this kind of history most is sad feelings. I am an optimistic person, but he just doesn’t like the reaction of laughing when he thinks of something, but enjoys the process of seeing things and thinking about people and touching scenes. Nowadays, people are always pursuing a kind of so-called strong pain. It is the most basic thing that you can’t cry. If you are seriously ill, you still insist on going to work and attending classes. Crying ghosts are the most shameful. Men don’t flick their tears, tears are the most unimportant cheap things, which are common sense… Therefore, tears gradually disappeared in this world, but laughter did not increase, but everyone became numb and cold-blooded. I am afraid that I will become such a person, so I have been looking for opportunities to prove that I am not such a person, but I can’t find it. This is probably the reason why I am eager to see tears. I want to tell myself that your heart is hot with real tears, or that you are still alive. I don’t know when I started to dare not see the ending of these tragedies, not because I was afraid that I could not accept the overwhelming and suffocating sadness in my imagination, but I always feel that I have nothing to do with this story after watching the final ending, and I have made a clean break with those people in the story who I cried, it is like saying goodbye to a friend I will never see again. This feeling is the same as writing the Alumni record when I graduated. I feel that after writing this thin paper, it will almost end up with all the stories of its owner. Therefore, the last character I wrote will always be an ellipsis, it not only means that I still have a lot of polite words to say, but also means that I hope that we will never be continued. Or because I am afraid of the feeling that I don’t expect and haven’t watched this movie, I can worry about it from time to time. If I finish watching it, my heart will become no pursuit, although I admit that the pursuit now is not to study hard and serve the motherland, it is really shameful… For example, although I have always been confused about who the advertisements and TV plays are and who the interviewers are, I just like to sit beside the TV and wait for two episodes every day instead of turning on the computer to fight for two days to see the ending, because waiting has also become my search for the sense of history. I am afraid of the feeling of empty in my heart, so waiting is a particularly happy thing, and there is a hope in my heart that gives me a sense of existence and security. People who don’t have a sense of existence want to create a sense of security. 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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Look Back

After staying in the crowded and noisy city for a long time, I longed for a kind of return, the harmony and purity of nature and the leisure and Tranquility of Soul. On weekends, I can finally enjoy leisure, listen to the light music, and swim on the road in the countryside by bike, breathing fresh air. I have warm sunshine on my body, and I am overhead, there are blue sky, roadside, green grassland, and simple villagers who are carrying a basket or holding an old buffalo walking towards them. With a bright smile on their faces, the thunderstorm in summer is really unpredictable, just now, it was still raging and crazy. After a while, it became sunny after rain. The rain washed away the hot hot summer. The breeze was gentle and the air was clear and cool. Standing in the farmyard, breathing the breath of the field, I felt comfortable and cozy. What a pleasure and enjoyment it is to be in the simple and quiet nature! Although the country roads were bumpy and muddy, the crops on the ground were washed by the rain, fresh and picturesque, with green waves rippling. Influenced by this scenery, I felt much more relaxed. Like the rainy days in the farm, the family can stop to cook a delicious meal without going to work, or the family can gather together to talk about relaxing topics, even if sleep also sneak happiness. Although I thought so, the villagers were not the same. The work in the field was waiting to be done. There is a lot of rain this year. The weeds in the field are almost as flat as the crops. If they are not eliminated, the harvest will be affected. As soon as the rain stopped, my cousin went to weed in the corn and peanut fields, and I followed. It rained badly, and there was no mud sticking to feet in the field. The corn in the field had already begun to hold its ears, revealing furry tassels. The peanut seedlings had just grown green leaves, covered by the tall branches and leaves of corn, they are very spirited under the moisture of rain. Villagers are farming carefully. The ridge is straight, and peanut seedlings are neatly arranged in the middle of the Corn Ridge, which are interdependent and growing. In the fields after the rain, crops such as corn, peanuts, cucumbers and so on were growing like Starting. In the ditch and open ground, there were dense weeds everywhere, with Green in the eyes, and occasionally cattle and sheep looming. I have stayed in the city for a long time, and I am busy going to work every day. Most of the time I have to face the towering and even crowded city buildings, and my heart looks like a narrow road. Now, in the vast nature, the sun is hiding in the clouds, the breeze blows on the face, facing the friendly faces of the villagers, and the world of his side is gradually gone, I seemed to be the child spoiled by my mother in my childhood again. I took off my shoes and walked barefoot on the ridge of the field. The fresh soil permeated into the soles of my feet. The cool feeling was very cozy. At this time, I really want to be a simple peasant forever, and I am willing to enjoy the sweet taste of this bitter. Ideas are just ideas. I know that I don’t belong to this world any more. My parents worked so hard to send me out so that I would not suffer this hard work any more. In my memory, no matter in the cold winter lunar December, or in the hot season, especially in the autumn harvest, my mother called me to work before dawn, and went to the ground in a daze, but my sleepiness hadn’t been driven away yet, so my mother spread some hay to let me continue to sleep. When the clothes which were wet by Dew were dried by the sun and she was too hot to fall asleep, it was often the time to go home for dinner. When I was studying outside, when I came back home on vacation, I could barely bear the hot summer sun, help my mother pull grass in the field, and the peasant family could barely do all kinds of physical work. I always loved my mother’s hard work and helped her a little more. The safer my conscience would be, so I could bear it even when I was hot. Now, my mother has stopped farming for many years, and she has also been liberated. But when it comes to the autumn harvest season, the feeling of being hot, thirsty, soreness of waist and arm pain cannot be forgotten in my heart. Those things have happened many years ago, and now they come to the familiar fields again, but they have a feeling of pastoral interest. I think, the children of the peasant family would not feel that there was any pastoral pleasure in the life of the peasant family, but they would have a deeper understanding of the hardship of serving Chinese food. For example, we live in an environment with heating in winter, air conditioning in summer, no biting cold wind and no bites of insects and mosquitoes. We live a life without dust and smoke, and we have to worry about giving new words from time to time. Even so, I often feel unhappy and complain about it. Isn’t it ashamed to think about it? At present, when you encounter hardship, tiredness and grievance in your work, every time you think of the scene of working in the field, you will feel that you will never feel more sad than that, so you will not complain any more, in this way, the former farm life has also become a kind of wealth. Everyone has his own life, whether farming, business or politics, or doing his own thing as much as he can. This is the first wisdom of survival. (1579) [responsible editor: Ke Er] Zan (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. 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Devil May Cry

When I woke up in the morning, my blurred eyes looked out of the window, and suddenly I realized that it was no longer Morning. There was a faint sound of hurried footsteps on the road downstairs, and the busy figure of the aunt of the property management went through the woods, everything is as usual, thinking about winter’s leaving, tears and hazy eyes, as if the world was still at that moment, only my heart beat so real, let me feel the existence of soul. For a moment, I understood that I am a person. The Shadow in the darkness covered me. I waved my residual limb and broke my arm wantonly, but I was conquered by it eventually. In the emotional world, without reason, you are allowed to cheat under the guise of sensibility. In the end, you still cannot escape the tragedy of leaving alone. Lying on the bed, I longed for the light. The dirt of my soul had already devoured the brightness of my Zen heart. I was thinking about what the light was. If there were no darkness, the light would not exist. Like a seesaw, I lay on the dark side, occupying the darkness, while I completely ignored the darkness, In order to achieve the light, I can’t achieve the balance I expected after all. Tears are the only antidote to express sadness. Salty. Someone can wipe away tears for you, but it can’t wipe off the film in the pupil, the unforgettable fragments. The love between Zhai and Korodi is doomed to be a tragedy. Each of us is like a character in the script, happy and sad. What you have to do is to play the script well. As for the ending, that is the expectation in the eyes of the audience, which has nothing to do with us. From acting, watching, peeping at others, to being watched, every actor is 100% devoted in life, and there are strange stories unwittingly. When we are exposed to the air, it means that we are exposed to the stage of this world. You can peep in the Cup and have ears on the wall, but after all, you are controlled by fate. In this way, it would be a little negative or even pessimistic, but the reason why the pessimist is pessimistic may lie in his excessive ideal. Is my love transparent? If it is OK, I really want to get into the heart of the person I love and see clearly. If it is OK, I still want to clean it, Care for it, comfort it. In fact, we don’t need to have too many opinions about life. For example, no matter how bright a candle is, there will inevitably be rolling tears around. Happy and unhappy can be so simple and the requirements of a child are so simple, but it can bring happiness. At least in his world, this is a great relief. What about us? Almost as we grow older, the reasons that make us happy and unhappy become so greedy, evil and cruel. We lose our skin, and our face becomes thicker gradually, because we cry less often. Walking through the former intersection, the former platform, sitting in the former bus, the former milk tea shop… Too many times, the heart is always cruelly impacted by memory. At this time, it seemed that there were many ferocious ghosts asking me for something. I thought, for me, a embarrassed person, greed could not bear to abandon me, but someone would accompany me! 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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Night in

[Introduction] every time I lift the pen, there is a kind of divinity rising in my chest, which infects my pride and perseverance. I deeply know that my talent doesn’t belong to me, and I feel sorry for the regret I left when I was studying. The night was so quiet and peaceful. Working at the desk under the light, that is to make the hardships, feelings and experiences of the journey of life come into being in the form of words and its functions, pour out the bitter, hot, sour and sweet taste sincerely. Every time I lift the pen, there is a kind of divinity rising in my chest, which infects my pride and perseverance. I deeply know that my talent doesn’t belong to me, and I feel sorry for the regret I left when I was studying. My father, who worked in the land work, always came home with his clothes covered with drenched clothes and stabbed my whole body with awl-like eyes. The old man’s eyes were sharp and sour. Being guilty and regretful, he secretly went to the hospital for physical examination. It was in the golden autumn season. After facing and examining several barriers, I confirmed my wish and passion for serving my motherland, and put on an olive green with joy, there was a little bit of comfort and pride in dad’s eyes. The choice of soldiers means sacrifice, but I am not afraid. I knew it was called Beauty when I was a child, and this career was magnificent. At this time, I learned about the scorched earth in the border, saw the beauty and rudeness of Panzhihua, and witnessed the red flowers in the pool of blood. The infection of my soul and the sublimation of my thoughts also forced me to hold the gun in my arms at the moment when the battle stopped, freeing my hands to hold the pen, and putting my comrade-in-Arms’s sentiment, quality and the lines of poetry flying from the barrel, the aftertaste of smoke and the hot air of shrapnel engrave some knowledge I have learned on the back of my letter and send it to newspapers and periodicals in my distant hometown, which bloom with smiles in the stamp. Since then, I have been longing for and persistent in cultivation. [Editor in charge: Tian Shaoyu]] 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…

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You in

(1) the heart is very quiet. It’s a long-lost feeling. Maybe, maybe only the rain and sadness can cool the heart and break away from the troubles of the world, and the soul is completely immersed in the humidity of the soul which is just right and gently filled. Heart, strolling, in the rain. Here you don’t have to worry about being confused in the blazing sun or leading the lock to collapse in the pouring. Fall in love with the drizzle, and breathe freely in the most wanton posture here, enjoying the flow or condensed and speechless in the spiritual season, no matter in winter or summer. Strolling in the rain, the wind blows and the rain touches her lapel, watching her blossom with the essential happiness or sadness. It was so warm that I couldn’t bear to wash it away… so I hung her gently to the balcony. We agreed softly: wait together, and the next wake-up will be in the rain. (2) fei yu! The drizzle gently slips away and blows away every mess and dust, and sticks to infiltrate every corner, cang trees and green grass can imagine everything washing away the powder and soberness as the wind whistling near the peak — maybe this is the reason why the dusty guests are intoxicated with the rain — the drunkard does not mean wine — but imagine it in the delighted dense after he gets away my nirvana. Are you that chenke? Are you spinning in the raindrops and looking up at the sky? [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…

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Internet

[Introduction] after several exercises, she still couldn’t do typing. If she couldn’t win, she would run away. 886. Click the photo album, and you have to answer the secret code: Inuyasha. If the brain is broken, it is not right and cannot be opened. Click QQ space, such as shopping in supermarkets and entering farmers’ markets. I didn’t know that I typed a few words and learned to surf the Internet. I also came to keep pace with the times. After going down the net, I got a lot of gains: muddled and rare, fate is you, Asian glory, Lotus in the rain, flowers in the fog, rain and Ping, ringing in the corner, hurry and hurry, a bowl of tofu, potatoes, banana, Bud White, amaranth, leek, mineral water, watery, poor pig, came, with distinctive personality, colorful and dazzling. Purgatory♀e make↘, ‘Chun men *, (り husband, silence to me], Yi Yun, WHY, etc. 1. Life, Wood wind, Wood Wood, @ hi/? Needle @, what is bad and warm &, Bao Li cat, a man & loneliness, {Yi Hao, ※. There are characters in it, which resembles pictographic oracle bone and is suspected to be unearthed in Yin Ruins; Although there is nothing to do with the dictionaries of Xinhua and Kangxi; It is still time for research and identification. Are strokes written in Japanese or in Japan? Really zi hai boundless. Why bother thinking about these? The online technology is high-tech, so I will study hard. But I surf the Internet three days fishing, two days of drying; Opposites attract, chat not with edge. When encountering new netizens, you must throw stones to ask for directions. Bouyi: Hello, it’s easy to seduce you! Netizen: Why do you flirt with me? Boui: It’s really good to use new weapons now. Although I don’t know each other, netizens: What new weapons? When he was speechless, the doorbell of QQ rang, the Bodhisattva on the screen stamped, and old friends came; The video screen was shaking and hitting the door. There was something urgent. Click the mouse and open the door as soon as possible. Here comes, here comes: Did you steal my food? Bouyi: I can’t sip the vegetable. Why did I steal it. Online theory. She typed so fast that she could only hear QQ ringing, like a Telegraph; I had to pull out the skill of making up the pot. Here comes, here comes: Ha ha, I am still chatting and planting flowers and roses. Boue: Don’t you worry about being stolen again? I will steal yours. Here comes, here comes: dare you! I surf the Internet a few days later. Xiang Xiang came and started QQ chat when he came. Boue: Hello, come, come: Come, come. Who? Bouyi: good people. Coming, coming: what kind of work? Bouyi: Report to the imperial army, my eighth route is big. Here comes, here comes: Yours is not honest. Bouyir: I have learned from the actual recruit. Your flower girl’s big. Here comes, here comes: your bad intentions, my old woman, bask in the valley. Boue: is the secret code matched? Here comes, here comes: Yes. (Pattern: watermelon, the work of Mi Xi mi Xi) after several exercises, typing still couldn’t help her. If she couldn’t win, she would run away, 886. Click the photo album, and you have to answer the secret code: Inuyasha. If the brain is broken, it is not right and cannot be opened. Click QQ space, such as shopping in supermarkets and entering farmers’ markets. “Zhuanzhuan” we will meet in a few decades and send them to the crematorium to be burnt into ashes. You and me will be sent to the fields to make fertilizer. When I came out of the Internet cafe, I didn’t know the West and the East. I bumped into a tree on the roadside. A Bayberry island appeared on my brain, which made me angry. I set up a computer, installed a network line, and stayed at home. Where did? There is nothing to do on the Internet, and there are friends coming from the Internet, which is not a big deal. [Responsible editor: Ke Er]] 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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Two points

Financial management makes us understand what memorial ceremony is. I haven’t written words for a long time, and the Buddha really sank in the secular world. Unconvinced, he took advantage of his grievance and wrote some oracle bones that he could understand as good night for himself. I don’t admit that I am a scumbag, just as I don’t think I am a gentleman. Gentleman such as Blue I like grass, xinbitiangao body abject. I won’t say how good I will be to a person, because I never ask for a reward if I give. Goats don’t eat paradise grass, but unfortunately I still have to be secular. Is the world too fake, or is my eyes not bright enough? Am I too naive, or is the world too complicated? Am I really an abandoned baby? Just like when I was born, there was no one to take care. Once the sea was difficult to be water, except Wushan is not a cloud. Take the flowers for a while and review them lazily. Half-edge cultivation and half-edge cultivation. If I can’t see your grave when I look back, and wrap my white clothes around the tomb to sleep with you forever! I don’t remember the world without you. Really not pleased. But you can’t take me, you can’t take my past sorrow, you can’t take my nightmare of this life. Two people stand side by side, one day is the whole life, which belongs to the two door gods posted at the Spring Festival in their hometown. Unfortunately, my happiness was not guarded, and the Door God couldn’t keep my open heart door. Once upon a time, you promised me to write down the flower path for you, and the pengmen will open for you from now on. My path is sweeping for you, and I will open the humble heart door for you. I allow you to enter my world, but you cannot walk around in my world. Do you doubt? Do you hesitate? My door will not be closed. The broken door will never need to be closed. As long as you believe, the sun can come out from the West for you, because I am willing to be your sun. Warm your every cold. But I am not Nietzsche, I am just a mortal. The young boy who likes to send the sunset alone has grown up, and yesterday, who likes to write freely about the things in his mind, has become gloomy. The calendar of that year has already been torn apart and turned into my appearance. You don’t know that my heart was like ice in those days, and you won’t cherish my heart today. Remember, beautiful, forget, safe. Suddenly I remembered the oath of the group of people in those years: we are the children of God, we are the Phoenix reborn by the fire, flying against the wind, no one can stop! Don’t bully young people! The poor have their own heroic courage, falling down to the sky and holding hands. It is still the same promise of that year. Two minutes later, it is still financial management. 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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Weekend

After entering August, I really feel that the season is clear. The heat was replaced by the cool, and the hot sun covered the dark clouds. Cool summer is just a few days, just like cold weather is just a few days. The weather is hot and the quality of sleep is not good, but it is hard to wake up in recent days, just like today, it is rare to sleep until more than eight o’clock without getting up early and reading in the morning. In order to make up a missed lesson, I read A Dream of Red Mansions immediately after breakfast. After reading it for the second time, I really felt the charm of great works, the grand scene and the subtle description of characters, which made me amazed. The reference of the dialogue between Jia Baoyu and Lin Daiyu is rare in literary works. The autumn rain outside the window was continuous, and I listened quietly to the sound of raindrops knocking down leaves. The sound came to my ears and my mood was shaking. The rain kept going underground for a day without going out or doing much meaningful things. I downloaded a software to convert the video format, installed it and realized the wish of my wife and me, convert Zhu Zhiwen’s songs into mp3 format for playback. In the evening, I wanted to go out for a walk, but I didn’t really go out. I studied downloading and converting videos with my wife, listened to songs as much as possible, and converted Zhao Benshan’s sketches into mp3 format, copy it to the subwoofer of my wife’s online shopping and enjoy the happiness of success. On Sunday, August 7th, 2011, the weather was cloudy. The customized mobile phone music rang, waking me up. I stopped by pressing my hand and continued to sleep for a while before getting up. Because there was a slight pain in the left foot of the morning run, I felt uncomfortable walking. I didn’t stick to it last week. It’s good to walk if I don’t want to run today. Then he went to the square, walked quickly to the lake and saw his father’s back. His father also took an umbrella for a walk and watched fish fishing by the lake. I greeted my father and continued to go north. I walked along the route in the past for a while, because sometimes I walked quickly and got out of the sweat. When we reached the south square again, we met father again. After talking with father, we continued to move forward quickly. After returning home, his wife had already made breakfast. After eating, she continued to read A Dream of Red Mansions. Feel the taste of life details description of famous works. 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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I know when I will not stand in the sunshine and say to the tree that the root of this grass is so long. I will not lie on the grass and look at the moon, whether it is round or not, try hard to find that naughty rabbit in it, and identify the direction pointed by the tail of the Big Dipper spoon. Passers-by, peddlers, and aunts in the store smiled and looked at their expressions and movements. Ah! I am haven’t seen it for a long time. yankon mei? Is the Night Sky beautiful? Are people beautiful? Beautiful? My God, I dare not answer. -Look in the mirror secretly and make some strange faces, but I don’t feel funny at all. There are always many strange things in my dreams. Sometimes I remember when I wake up, sometimes I forget, but I finally forgot. I tried hard to make a few unforgettable ones, but forgot that the next Bell told nothing. -Yeah! Dark and empty- [Responsible editor: Ke Er]] 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…

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[Editor’s note]: the slight sorrow of the world is wandering in the mist which seems like smoke. The mood is messy, and the emotion is sincere. Welcome to prose online and look forward to your further contribution. When I got into the taxi, the driver was the same as me. He didn’t even say anything when he saw the unfamiliar person and killed him, so he just reported the place name. I drank green tea one by one, but it was like white water rushing into the mouth. Seeing the night of the lamplight, the red and green shining were the erosion and decay behind the tranquility. I thought I was relatively sober at that time, because I had been used to quickly coming into reality after the fleeting happiness and infinite recalling, I thought calmly that a madman was injected with anti-excitement medicine, so he could drift away by himself in the car. Thinking of my sad fate, it is actually nothing sad. To say it is also this damned fate. You get out of here. If you get rid of the reality, I think I have already been crazy. Fortunately, I am not crazy, it will not last until now. Fate is joking with me, but my attitude can only be, come on, anyway, tomorrow I will live as usual, maybe occasionally I will be happy like a child, or like a waste, what can you do to me? The big deal is that a person lives alone or lives hard to enrich himself. However, if he gets used to it, he will be calm and learn to stay calm in the world! I think I am lonely. The reason is that I look down upon all feelings, love, friendship and family affection. I can come up with some wonderful and ridiculous words at any time to uglify them. I don’t want to do this. This is just my own idea. Why bother to tell others, which makes everyone hurt a precious love. This may be called being indifferent! What kind of person I am? I said myself, I was just like the strong tea which was diluted gradually, waving goodbye affectionately in the first three seconds and never going back to other places in the next three seconds. I won’t cry out why no one understands me, let alone that I can’t help myself. I think I am the one who knows myself best. This is closely related to my own character. I once said two words, one is that I and myself are two souls, one body, another sentence is that the first condition for my success is that I am crazy. I have always been afraid of living in my own small world, but I am more and more addicted to it, like a teenager who is addicted to internet. So I was contradictory and confused, but it was too late for me to escape. Some friends came to me to tell me their sufferings, so I could only put on a calm and sophisticated face to answer questions. Psychological consultants were just so so, but what about myself? No, they would argue with each other fiercely. They either picked up a pen and talked with each other on the paper. In short, it was a person, which was the reason why it was difficult for them to meet intimate friends all the time, but we can find a group of friends who are similar or have similar tastes in some aspects. Hehe, ridiculous myself, sad me, the car stopped home, everything was quiet, everything was normal, everything was just right, everything was still the same, just one more article was left in the world [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…