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The weather suddenly became cold since yesterday. The cool breeze in the morning and evening brings the breath of Autumn. Summer is passed. Splendid, passionate, gorgeous summer. I always feel sad at this time. I always feel that the departure of a year is not the time of new year, but the time of leaving in summer. Because we always enter a new period at this time, such as ending the summer vacation and starting a new school year. For example, entering junior high school, senior high school, university and society. So whenever the weather turns cooler, I will always feel a kind of sadness and panic. The passing of the past and the strangeness of the future. At this time, maybe I have to go to a strange place and start a journey that makes me uneasy and excited. At this time, there may be a group of new faces entering, reminding yourself that time is getting old and separation is imminent. At this time, there will always be some changes. At this time, it always means growing up. I like summer vacation, and I like summer. I like wandering freely under those bright and beautiful skies, wearing the brightest colors and welcoming the brightest sunshine. Or sleep all day long in the hot stuffy air, and then regain your spirit in the cool night. There are very green trees, long holidays and few things. I always feel itchy when I am idle, and sigh that I have wasted time. Then, in these enjoyment and leisure, I suddenly felt the coolness and realized that summer was over, which took away my good time. Then it’s time to put away those colorful clothes, those bright and dazzling sunshine, and those humid and hot air. Put away the green leaves, the grass enjoying the cool, and the sad songs of summer night. Launch a new era. [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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That Wu

It snowed again. The fierce cold wind floated the broken cold snowflakes on the desk of the old book through the mottled windowsill, melting and spreading on several sheets of paper. I slapped gently while closing the window. The old phoenix tree swallowed a cigarette out of the window alone, burning the boredom of the years. Make another cup of tea to dilute the bitterness of the years. The days are decadent day by day. In fact, time is really like a spatula. On the wall where people sit, memories will be slowly smeared and sealed layer by layer. You always want to remember many past events clearly, but you can’t find the unforgettable memories at that time. Therefore, I turned out an old diary from the bottom of the desk and read it page by page. Although I remembered many beautiful sentences, I couldn’t remember which one was written to her and which one was written to myself. I pieced together over and over again, and finally connected that complex. I remembered that winter, which was also such a snowy day. The cold wind seemed to penetrate everyone’s body. The snowflakes like goose feather floated on the branches of the phoenix tree, but were cruelly torn and scattered by the ruthless cold wind. Falling to the ground is still in this old house, I am cleaning. According to the old people, before liberation, the Army built a lot of storehouses and military houses in our hometown. After the troops left, those houses were left empty. When I was about to get married, I bought two new houses. On that day, I was trying to clean the new furniture I bought a few days ago. It was too cold. I made a basin of fire and baked it while wiping, and then you came. When you enter the door, you can only see the snowflakes falling on your head because of the snow light outside the door, melting into crystal water drops on your hair blown by the wind and sliding down your long hair, disappear on your shoulder. And I quickly took a dry towel from the washbasin beside the door for you. You are wiping and patting, and stamp the red rubber boots, asking: what are you busy? But I didn’t answer your question. I just brought a small chair and said, “Come on, let’s warm up first! So we sat opposite as usual. It just hasn’t been like this for a long time recently. And then I saw clearly that you were much more haggard than before, and your face was pale. I didn’t know if it was because of the cold. Your lips were a little purple, and I was still trembling gently, so I set the fire with a torch, let the fire burn bigger. Then he stood up and delivered the hot tea. You ask again: are you busy? Is the day after tomorrow? The day after tomorrow is my wedding day. I nodded: Well, I sat down again. We just didn’t say anything anymore, so we sat like this for a long time. In fact, I know that you and I are thinking about the same past. Thinking about our two little kids, thinking about our way to and from school. You know my family circumstances. The school loves power outage. You always buy me a few more candles for night self-study; You are still thinking about the days and nights we walked together on that gravel road under the plane tree; I even thought whether our past was a love or not. Maybe there was nothing between us. Since we were sensible, we even didn’t pull our hands any more. Just in the tacit understanding of each other, it confirms the silent expectation in our eyes, but we can clearly feel each other that our hearts are close to each other, it seems that we can hear each other’s heartbeats, but we can’t make a living. In front of it, we are cowards and the weak. We are helpless. After a long silence, you look at the rag on the furniture and ask: are you cleaning the furniture? When I said it was you, I stood up and said: “I help you, so you picked up the rag and wiped it up. I also stood behind you gently, looking at your long hair, swaying with your figure, very straight, I don’t know how to say or do, looking at You quietly like this, you just fell on the desk and cried. The cry was like a knife, which instantly stabbed into my chest. I shivered, and I knew that there was a kind of pain that roared from the heart and lung bones and made people collapse. I stumbled and walked behind you, watching your trembling shoulders, your beautiful long hair lay on your shoulder, trembling feebly. I want to reach out and Pat, or touch, or hold you in my arms. But at the moment I stretched out my hand, I hesitated. I thought that the pain might be just a moment, or a period of time, or some days while you cried for a while, gently turned around and said to me: I went back to your eyes at that time, two lines of tears, trembling corners of the mouth and the pain on my face, but I deeply felt pain in my heart (forgive the author, unable to describe that face with too many words) after you finished speaking, you rushed into the snow without waiting for me to say anything. I chased you out, but you had been blurred by the snow. I only heard that the old phoenix tree was still swallowing the winter of the next year in the snow. You also married, a rich child in Linxian county. That day, as my mother’s brother, I always sent you to the new house. (Our custom is that when a girl gets married, her closest relatives will send someone to send her to her) I have seen you several times later. Your hair is permed, but it is still so long. Later, because I was tired of living everywhere, I never met each other again. There was a story treasured in everyone’s heart. Through the long river of time, this story had become a landscape on the other side, some are bright and some are desolate. After many years, only that cry lingered in my ears, and only that painful face lingered in my heart. I finally know that the knife stuck in my chest has never been pulled out. So, I am unhappy. I am unhappy. I know that what I owe you is what life owes me. Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) 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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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…