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[Introduction] the withered vines and old trees are always rustling. The Endless River often wraps the bridge, and the tired old horse walks on the Xianyang ancient road. Yuan bow Moon, cavalry destroys Jiangnan er shi si qiao. Close the bridle, hide the bow knife, and swing straight to Chang’an Road. Holding a long bamboo Wormwood, full of the ship Starlight, wandering in thousands of years, but unable to walk out of the reeds on the water side; Carrying heavy bags, walking through the heavy desolation of Lisao, I have been involved in the desert and solitary smoke of Tang and Song poems, and the wind has gone through the hengtang, but I can’t walk out of the vast expanse of animal husbandry and wild land. I sang with the turtledoves of Guan Guan, and pursued the beautiful image, but I can’t walk out of this cup of wind and elegance. Singing the joy of men and women, expressing the frost on the ground, sighing the rise and fall of the ages, a river of poetry is rolling. A white horse came from Cao Zhi’s poems and poems, and the young wind-chasing man was full of high spirits. He bent over and spread his horseshoe, and raised his hand to pick up the flying horse; He Lan Mountain was not broken, and his ambition was hard to pay for hunger and blood, eight thousand Road clouds and moon. Yue Fei sighed bitterly, the hero rushed to the Crown, and the courtiers hated it, but it still didn’t snow; A paper of books on the bus moved the world, and the students were still generous. The Autumn Wind and autumn rain even touched the world, and it was rustling. The liver and gall are just like the crystal and Jade Kunlun Mountain. I smile to the sky with my sword. The praises of heroes can never be sung, and the sound of Hu Jia makes people old. The smoke bursts, and the years are surging. It is said that there is no clothes, and I am in the same robe with my son. A pool of reeds was gently enveloped by smoke, and a beautiful woman’s long hair fluttered. The downstream has passed thousands of mountains, and the upstream always feels that the road is all the way. I am the only one who knows your singing; The female Luo led by Xue Lixi threw the mountain flowers with her hands, the graceful figure is full of enchanting things that make you move. If you don’t take a bus or a sedan chair, the flying mount is the red leopard. The wind was rustling and the wood was rustling, and she smiled at you in the mountain. The name of the mountain ghost was too much for you; I wanted to know the king because of evil, and my life would never fade. There are always those immortal birds in the world, which are connected at the root of the Earth and fly in the sky. Unknowingly, when the Willow Tip was light green, he regretted to teach his husband to find a public waiting. The yellow flowers all over the floor were shocked. For whom do you stare at all day long? A Book of Three Hundred Songs in the Book of Songs writes all about desolation and gentleness. What can’t be written is the exquisite smile and beautiful look, and what can’t be written is the river where the water goes around the birds. The withered vines and old trees were always rustling. The endless rivers often circled the small bridge, and the tired old horse walked on the Xieyang ancient road. Yuan bow Moon, cavalry destroys Jiangnan er shi si qiao. Close the bridle, hide the bow knife, and swing straight to Chang’an Road. The blade pierces the neat and preciseness of Tang people’s verses, and the long barrettes also tie up the elegance and implication of Song poetry. It can be adjusted, dispersed, sung and endowed, but it can not escape from the graceful lady thousands of years ago. Confucius said that poems can be popular, viewed, grouped, and resentful. We can be asked to shake gently on this river which runs through ancient and modern times. Blue Clouds, yellow leaves. The autumn colors are continuous, and the cold smoke and green autumn colors on the waves are all over the sky, covering the yellow flowers and thousands of miles of smoke waves, but not the peach blossoms coming from ancient times; I am only afraid that Shuangxi will sail on the boat, I can’t hold a lot of worries. A boat could not hold the full sorrow, nor could it hold the beauty of thousands of years like soft hands and condensed fat. Fu bixing was Qu Yuan’s earthshaking soul-calling song; It was Li Bai’s flying straight down three thousand feet, and it was suspected that the Galaxy fell nine days. It is just like the spring breeze in the night that CEN can see that thousands of trees and pears bloom. It is my luminous cup full of fine wines. Sing, give, make a cup of good tea. My thoughts drifted thousands of miles away, but the fence of 300 hundred books of songs could not float out. 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I don’t know why I always think of that pain, and I don’t know why that pain always surrounds me like a shadow, and I don’t know why I always cry like rain in a flash of thought. Maybe this is a person. The sadness, and only I know and only one person is enduring this pain. Once I tried to forget it and let it disappear from my heart, but it is always so clear and always occupied in my heart. I can hardly I can hardly help myself. I have no way to retreat. The only thing I can do is to live for life! Because my mother gave me life and brought me up with hardships, I have not fulfilled the filial piety of my children. I want to keep my life for my mother and for my lovely children, so I choose to be patient. I choose to give up for my family. I ‘ve been here, but I can’t do it in my heart. It’s not that I don’t want to do it. It’s just that I can’t do it. I don’t have the ability to pretend to be deaf and mute. I don’t have the courage to let myself fight however, I still can’t find the answer, but I left myself in that sad world and tasted the sadness of a person. [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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I am a woman who sticks to moving forward in an ordinary way. If there is a time when I stop and turn back, it will be a warm time. No love can replace another love, ruthlessness is ruthlessness. No love can fill another love, no love is no love. There are two days in April in the world, some people cry, some people laugh, the world of mortals smile and cry for a few cups, butterfly flowers bloom in the garden, and the injured wings are far away from the day of healing. I, a woman with a chair beside the bed, a superficial woman, only know that the feeling of heartache is enough to make people suffocate! So I am in this Moonlight lonely night. I chose to close my eyes and hold my breath. Early April and summer are warm, while late April brings loneliness. Returning to words, I am the closest friend. The person sent by God to guard me did not appear in front of me with the face of an angel. Maybe everyone is a friend of Satan and an opponent of God, so people always make wrong judgements easily. If you can, can you remove the stubborn existence? It is peace of mind, not harm. Tears falling from pleasing eyes are just beyond my control, not what I want to stay. Maybe in this spring season, many emotions and moods are growing slowly, and more emotions are derived from the season. I have always thought that maple leaves are the most contradictory plants. The leaves should have been green, but it is just the opposite. There is nothing hard to say. The red of Maple is an unspeakable injury and pain. Hold mobile phones. I only want to use words to knock one by one, and feel the sense of peace brought by it with my heart. Li said: rose, we are happy. So I will try my best to make myself happy. Close your eyes and have a dream. Tomorrow is another day! I should be free to welcome the bright May Day. ___Postscript the world goes along with the flowing water, and a dream comes into being: Explanation: after all, the things in the world will pass slowly as time goes by like flowing water. After careful calculation, the whole life is like a dream. 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…