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On weekends, it is rare to spend half a day in floating life, turning out old books and reading Lu Xun’s works. When he was in school, Lu Xun also read a lot of articles, but today he read The True Story of Ah Q from beginning to end, and he only had one feeling: Lu Xun was too cruel, the misery of Ah Q reflects that the nation at that time always had such misery in his life. What kind of servility and consciousness it was. I think Lu Xun is too cruel. Lu Xun’s cruelty includes not only Ah Q, but also Kong Yiji. One is Lu Xun’s only novella, and the other is one of his many short stories. After reading Ah Q, I don’t want to read any other articles of Lu Xun any more. Although there are “Madman’s Diary”, “a little thing”, “memory of Liu He Zhen Jun”, “on Feier perish should slow down”, and “social drama”, “From Baicaoyuan to Sanwei Bookstore” and so on, I have nothing to worry about. I didn’t know what it was like in my heart. After closing the book, I walked out of the room and came to KFC to eat the food of foreigners. I ordered a piece of Colonel’s chicken, which made me feel fleshy. After eating it, I still felt empty. So I sat for a while, lit a cigarette and smoked a few times. The Chinese waiter who worked for a foreign restaurant came to say that he could not smoke, so he pinched the cigarette butt. Still feeling bored, I walked out of KFC and came to a small shop, which was Muslim beef noodle restaurant. I found that there were many such shops in Changsha and the business was good. There happened to be a lot of people. The most important thing was that there were three foreigners in the store, one man and two women, one of whom had a big head, while the one sitting opposite her had a small head. The Lady with a big head was holding a legal newspaper with “Viagra back” in her hand, which reported the intellectual property lawsuit of Viagra in the United States. Maybe they were Americans or studying in China, or work in China. I ate a ramen and observed them. I felt that they were more calm and comfortable in China than Chinese in China. I thought of Ah Q. If Ah Q saw them now, maybe he would increase some confidence, maybe he would be enlightened. Anyway, I am walked out of some self-abasement from The True Story of Ah Q. I wonder why the fate of Ah Q cannot be reversed? He never went to the city. Why didn’t he join the revolutionary party? But on second thought, Lu Xun was not wrong. What was wrong was that Ah Q had no culture. What was wrong was that the revolution at that time did not mobilize the low-level people. Therefore, although Lu Xun was cruel, I did not hate him. I returned to myself and reality. Even though everything I faced was quite different from the age of Ah Q, the bad national characters left behind would emerge sometimes. His spiritual victory method for the rich, his improper thought to the waiter of Uncle Zhao’s family, his mother’s revolutionary and ignorant thought of beating you with a steel whip in hand, and his grandson drew a round picture before he died, and after two or ten years of shouting, another …… is still flowing in our subconscious mind, but the degree of delusion is different. Until the night, I didn’t want to go home, not because there were Lu Xun’s books at home. I went to a large bathing place to take a bath. I wanted to wash off my exhaustion, dust and humiliation, but the luxurious full service introduced by the waiter would not I am done, it was not like Ah Q’s improper thought of the waiter of Mr. Zhao’s family. However, we can draw a very realistic, wonderful and dirty conclusion: If you want to live like a man, try your best to earn money. This is a feeling that cannot be felt in Lu Xun’s books. 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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The days of returning to school are getting closer, and sadness and nostalgia also follow. I suddenly hope that time will slow down so that I can have a good look at everything around me. I was like a boat, and soon I would sail from the shore of my hometown into a foreign harbor. I saw the scenery belonging to my hometown on the shore gradually blurred, and my eyes became unnatural wet. I thought in my heart: to send you thousands of miles away, I must say goodbye. I saw off my family who loved me the most and cared about me the most. I saw off my old friend who was not in a city but always missed me. I saw off the army compound which brought peace and lush to the noisy city, I saw off a dreamy and colorful night that only belonged to Wuhan…… I sent away everything I was reluctant to give up. Sometimes I really hope that my eyes can record all the scenery around me, so that whenever I miss my hometown, I can use them to play movies belonging to my hometown, fast forward, slow down, as if I was on the scene, as if I had never left…… The pace of time is in a hurry, just like the young sapling growing up desperately, just like the blooming fireworks passing away. When I gradually found the feeling of my hometown and gradually regained the rules of life, time gave me another order to go away, reminding me all the time —— the day of struggling away from home is about to begin. Therefore, I had to pack up my luggage and set foot on the journey to the future again. The advertisement of wishing you a happy new year on TV interrupted my thoughts. As for me, the new year has already become an old thing and occasionally displayed in the Museum of my memory. I hope all friends who want to go home can buy train tickets for the Spring Festival. This is my greatest wish. It was dark outside the window. The neon lights of tall buildings in the distance decorated the night as usual. There were thousands of lights in the building. How many families were surrounded by food and laughter on their dining tables. I hope every day in 2012 can also be so ordinary but occasionally surprised. I hope that the future days will always be surrounded by happiness and warmth. 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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The leaves of ginkgo trees outside the window turned yellow. Dad, I picked up a piece for you and put it on page 5 of the Chinese book. I will give it to you when you come back. Yesterday, my mother secretly complained about you behind my back, so you must remember to surprise my mother. Dear Dad, actually I hate you because of your existence. Mom loves you more than me. You see, she takes away most of the things that originally belonged to me, such as missing, such as postcard. You often go out, but you never thought of taking me with you. Your luggage is so heavy, but you take it wherever you go. Can’t my place in your heart compare with that suitcase? The postman gave your letter to mom. She was still laughing when she received the letter. I guess you must have traveled, so you are worried that I will tell this secret to your mother. So you want to abandon me. You also wrote letters to deceive mom that you have a hard job. Well. Dad, you need to thank me for keeping this secret for you. Dear Dad, when you are not around me, I always feel that you are playing hide-and-seek with me. But sometimes I waited for a long time and you didn’t come. Remember? Once you left me silently. When you come back to me. I deliberately act like I don’t care about you. I hardly called you dad seriously. And you don’t know when I cry and when I laugh. Yes. At that time, nobody could help anyone. Dear Dad, why am I such a proud child? In fact, I really want to have a home, a warm and complete home, just like other children. So I will deliberately stay away from you. But I don’t really want to become a rebellious child. Please don’t be angry with me. In the morning, my mother told me that you would not come back. What does it mean that I won’t come back? You promised me that you would come to me, I am believe you so much. So I have been waiting for you for a long time. Remember to come to me. After the bell rang at ten o’clock in the morning, I went to Yuyu’s home to take lessons along the alley we once walked. It rained heavily, and there was also light rain in the umbrella. My heart was wet, and there was no one on the street, so I squatted under the corner and waited for the loss of time. Suddenly I felt so pitiful. I really want to cry. I met a stray dog who looked at me and asked me why I was so weak. Why? Dad, in your eyes, I am always a strong child, right? At four o’clock in the afternoon, I came back and passed by the gate of the park. I saw a gardener turning over the soil there. He turned over the soil with his hands as he wished. His clothes were covered with mud and grass. Dad, I also want to be a gardener, cultivating flowers and grass in the garden. You okay? Last spring, you promised me to give me a piece of land belonging to myself. I want to plant loofah inside and watch loofah vines climb along the pole. Facing the sunshine, there are many yellow flowers blooming out. The flowers fade and the fruits are numerous on the shed. Although it is late autumn now, I am still looking forward to your coming back early. I have wrapped the seeds and put them in a small box in the drawer. I also learned how to sow seeds, and I will have a garden belonging to me until next spring. As soon as the genius was dark, my mother told me to go to bed. But I can’t sleep. The light on the ceiling emitted orange light. My uncle had been talking with my mother outside. I saw my mother’s Crying red eyes. I didn’t dare to make any noise, so I had to walk back to the room alone. I fell asleep in a daze. I dreamed of you again, Dad. Dream of the time we used to be together. I climbed onto your back, fascinated your eyes, and directed you to any corner. I also secretly put the cat’s hair in the drawer. When you open the drawer, I will quietly watch your frown. A few days before you left, I painted circles on your documents with a pen. You picked me up from your desk angrily and put it on the sofa outside, then closed the door heavily. I was so scared that I dared not cry or say a word. Later, once I went to your room to play, you would come over and say, What a naughty child. If I make a little noise, you will say that you really hate my child. Dad, I want to know, did you really hate me at that time? Even if I fall down, you will not answer me. Dad, I don’t want to be a bad child. Come back soon. I won’t make you angry any more. Dad, how long have you not been with me? I want to tell you that Shinchan’s father left us. I know you will say how is this possible? How can people from mujingyi be willing to leave Xiaoxin? Yes, Xiao Xin is only five years old. He had not had time to get married with nanazi’s sister, went to primary school together with the Japanese style, and had not realized the wonderful plan that Xiaokui could help his brother make beautiful girls when he grew up. Xiaoxin has no father in this way. So, dad, promise me that you will never leave me. I don’t want to be with you all my life. I want to be with you forever and forever. I will be your forever child. Dear Dad, if you see this letter, come back to me, OK? 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…