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[Introduction] we used to breathe the same air and share the same spring flowers and summer rains. We went through the best time in our life together. It was our flower season and rainy season, and it was the season when we started to love each other. I. I don’t remember! In those years, it was President Tang that recommended me to be a municipal merit student. I was admitted to the undergraduate course with ten extra points in the college entrance examination. In order to protect me, you did not hesitate to expel another student. When I saw you that day, my hair was gray and my figure seemed not as tall as before. I ran to you with joy and reported my name, asking if you still remembered me. I thought you would say you remember, but you looked at it for a while and said: I don’t remember! Nowadays, many people benefit others for rewards, especially they will not forget their merits. I can’t remember this sentence, which surprised, moved and sighed with emotion. Teacher Liu, the head teacher, you drive us to run with a stick. Later, keeping exercising became my living habit, so I gained Health, and even became one of the reasons why I stayed in school when I graduated from university: excellent sports performance and competition ranking. You are simple and natural, and seldom take the initiative to contact with students, but you are thinking about every detail and everyone. When you talk about my father: he respects the people who should be respected, and thanks to the people who should be thanked. You must repay him well! The father’s love in those years emerged little by little. Teacher he, you gave us more spiritual guidance, which was exactly what we longed for at that age. You said: I should have worked harder when I knew you were so promising. Teacher, do you know that if we are not good enough, it will not be because of you! Mr. Huang, do you know that your voice is beautiful and beautiful, and your temperament is elegant and generous, which is the direction of girls’ efforts and the reference standard of Boys’ Life. You said that day: each of you is my pride. I am proud of you. Your voice has not fallen. I looked at you with my side face, and Haiying beside me was already full of tears. I think there must be someone moved to tears that afternoon. After 20 years, in my heart, the teachers are still tall and serious. During the party, I still didn’t dare to get close to me, to take photos with my teacher, or to talk casually. Looking at the white hair on the teachers’ heads, I thought I didn’t know how many of them grew for us. Thank you, teachers, for leading us to grow! Second, now you Lin, the memory you left to me has been a little vague. Today, you are generous, humorous, selfless and grateful. You invite us to gather together. Your tone is gentle, persistent and sincere, which makes people reluctant to refuse you. I have been paying attention to you all the time. You barely ate much, so you talked and drank with your classmates table by table. You were so excited and in high spirits that you were shy and speechless in those years. There is still brilliance, you must remember. I remember that you are not only eloquent, but also eloquent, making us free from boredom and loneliness on the long road from county to middle school. I still remember that the three of us spent the whole afternoon throwing stones at the lake. I still remember the song you sang: Mom discussed with dad, little baby, little sun, and I still remember the message you left to me, full of hope and instruction. I finally saw your publicity, so kind. Fine! That’s your job, you say you are a migrant worker; Carry your life to the end, that’s your spirit, you say you can’t dance, but you know melody. Little classmate, you used to be my deskmate and the person teacher Liu cared most about. That day, Mr. Liu specially asked me to take a photo with you. I was wearing high-heeled shoes, with my hands hanging down on your shoulder. Mr. Liu used to be very afraid that your score would go online, because colleges and universities at that time would not accept a disabled person. But you are super smart. Now you are doing electrical maintenance. Your technology is good and your life is not bad. I am so happy that you can come! No one can ignore your peace, magnanimity and calmness. Yi, a naughty student in those years, has now become the manager of a wedding company. When I heard you hosting the program, I was attracted by every appropriate word and sentence you said. Every syllable you said was just right, and even sigh and pause could convey many meanings. This man must be a man of temperament, sensitive and delicate. Listen, I think you are an artist. You use your voice to convey emotions and words to show wisdom. I think of a sentence: each of us has our own mission. We should discover and complete it. Three, born with a pair of good friends at that time, our grades were always ranked first and second. We never envy each other. I am good at liberal arts, and you are good at science. They just complement each other and help each other. Therefore, our grades are better, which makes those boys jump. We slept in a bed, and we watched the love letter written by the boys together. You left in the last semester. We were not used to living without each other. As a result, our grades all declined a lot. The first time I saw your mother, I blurted out and called her mother. In order to take the exam for your cousin, I left school and ran away. As a result, my teacher and my father were extremely anxious. I take you with me when I go on a date, and feel very safe. You even slapped a boy for me. Today, we took photos with Mr. Liu’s arm, like the two generals around. But we are always together, which makes Mr. Liu angry. 20 years ago, we autumn when top high tower, Liu in below waving gesture, call us down, we with pretended not to hear. Yes, we climbed too high to hear, but actually we can see clearly. Later, I also became a teacher, only to know how anxious teacher Liu should be at that time! Tonight, 20 years later, we slipped together again for another trivial matter. We are inseparable when we are together, and never separate when we are not together. Fourth, they are one of lovers. Qian’s face has no wrinkles at all when he is calm, but the lines are very clear when he smiles. I think she must have gone through 20 years with a smile. Tao, a handsome boy in those years, now presents us with a hard face, but with more maturity and confidence. Qian’s hair is still so thick, while Tao’s hair is becoming thinner and thinner. I am guess Tao’s mind like this: even if you don’t do any housework, don’t worry, even if you are heartless, as long as you are by my side, it is enough. So the pattern that should have grown on Qian’s face grew on Tao’s face. In the first two years, they were cheated a lot by the stock market, but they didn’t quarrel with each other. Instead, they were sweet comforts. Second. I chatted with Zonglin during the summer vacation and found his net name was Tintin, wondering for a long time. When they saw Zonglin and Ding together this time, they were calm and self-satisfied. They cooperated with each other with a tacit understanding, and their words were full of happiness. Ha ha, what is the true feeling in the world?! 5. I opened my eyes wide these days. I opened my eyes wide to see everyone more clearly. Every word and every movement of you were engraved in my heart. There is me in your memory, maybe that is the detail that I have already forgotten: You remember my looking back and looking back, I remember I wrapped my frostbite hands with handkerchiefs in winter, I remember looking for the lost watch when we ran together. And deep in my memory, there are Huang jingtiao used by the teacher to beat us while running, and your natural and unrestrained jumping on the court; I remember that the words you wrote have vigorous beauty, the song “The little girl picking mushrooms” you danced in high boots often echoed my ears. At that moment, I thought I was your eyes, and you were the lock that opened the door of my memory when I was young. We used to breathe the same air and share the same spring flowers and rain. We went through the best time in our life together. It was our flower season and rainy season. It was the first season of our love. Write down my speech at the party: in those years, compared with many classmates, in fact, I am more stupid and silly, so I feel more about the teacher’s love. Thank you for your education! I couldn’t sleep last night. Familiar and strange faces appeared in front of me one after another. Our past and present were intertwined. I think, no matter how much wealth we have and what kind of social status we have, please don’t forget that we were brothers and sisters who grew up together in the past! I know, I haven’t expressed my joy yet. Halfway through the party, the rain came quietly. I thought it was just a little disturbing, but it didn’t stop until the bonfire of the party was extinguished. Everyone is still not satisfied, because passion and hope have been ignited. On this rainy night, my heart came back to my heart. I, who was busy with common affairs and trifles on weekdays, unexpectedly realized the romance of flower season and rainy season. So I wrote down these words. 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How can a wisp of water tell your heart? The time in the city is too long. We are almost confused about our appearance. Thinking of the white smoke, it circled above the village. When the willows are fragrant, they should be separated. High mountains and long waters, don’t forget each other. The black tile house in my hometown sang silently. People are lonely, and dreams are also depressed. I know how many flowers fall in my dream. When the morning dawn comes, the birds cry. It happened that the fog infected sadness and spread all over the sky. You are also sad, fake smiles. I turned the wine into a hand looking at each other. What did the red lips say. From then on, you have crossed the bridge. [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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The golden autumn in September is picturesque. The folded and folded loose mood was slowly folded with the rustling wind and cool rain. What is left is just a slight aftertaste! The rhythm of everything runs its own track like metabolism, compact and busy. Missing and unconsciously climbing up the forehead, the makeup of this autumn is particularly sad, especially poetic! Read, read, read, still read, read, read [the thoughts, read, read] with the autumn meaning of September quietly coming, the summer vacation of the dialect is over. It was just a little thing that added some invisible missing, and it was too tall. When I was seven years old and gave birth to sunshine, I tried on the clothes of a 12-year-old child, which was quite fit. One day, I sat quietly beside the computer and knocked the keyboard. The dialect gently walked to my side. Dad, I miss my sister! I miss Mary! The dialect suddenly poured out to me seriously. Oh! You miss your sister! I should make peace. Oh my God, it has been more than a week, why do you still talk about this? I really admire their sisters’ deep love, and I don’t know how Mary would imagine at home. Once, I received a call from my wife during the interval of work. It was said that the Chinese language lost the Chinese book. I was very angry at that time. Why was it so careless? She thought that she was only thinking about playing, and didn’t devote her heart to study at all. She wanted to ask her wife to beat her. But my wife opposed it, and just made some appropriate blame and blame. When I got home, I still patted the ass of the dialect twice. She just moved back timidly, keeping silent with her mouth blocked. Later, my wife told me: sitting on the bench, I muttered loudly that my mother scolded me, and my father would scold me when he went home. You all didn’t like me! Hearing that my wife and I both smiled sweetly, the happiness naturally permeated on my face. It turns out that being an elder is so interesting! Because my wife and I both had to go to work in sections, there would be some interruptions that could not be connected when we spoke indirectly for a moment. We asked the dialect to go home alone at noon, and then went to class by ourselves after dinner, which was a little disappointing, after all, she is just seven years old. We had to negotiate to ask Fang Yu to go to the trusteeship office opposite the school for dinner, and she readily agreed. Because there are still her classmates there, but I came back to ask if I have the habit of eating? Her answer is crisp and delicious! The food there is delicious! It is probably because of early adopters, or maybe because of the atmosphere with classmates. I think so. One day, Fang Yu himself tied up her braid. The left and right sides are one, the boundary is crooked and messy. Then she walked to my side to show off! I pierced! Attractive at all?! Hee hee, I said it was not neat, but the dialect simply stood in front of the mirror and fooled for a long time. I just laughed when I remembered it, and there was a feeling of heartache in my heart! After all is Fon language life for the first time! As for bathing, we can get rid of it. It was probably from the Enlightenment school where I asked her to choose clothes by herself since I was a child. While applying soap and wiping the butt are still good, the hair will not be covered. But I really don’t know how to solve the problem of her long and long lovesickness. When she tells me her missing next time, how should I respond? Do you want to continue to prevaricate? [Father’s pleasure, joy, joy] whenever my wife and I met a couple, I would dispatch troops, and my father was the first to bear the brunt. Once he made a phone call, his old man threw his farm work away and came in a hurry. However, this double order was so abrupt that it was too late to make an appointment in advance. However, with a phone call, my father came early in the morning as always. Dialect, eunuch bought you a roast duck! When my father went to pick up the dialect at noon, he said happily to his granddaughter. When I went home, my father also mentioned it to me excitedly. I complained that it was a waste of money, but my father ridiculed: this is the money I earned to rule people’s legs and feet. I bought one at home and one here. Looking at my father’s thin black face, I was also happy for him. Happy with his thin skeleton, but refreshed; Happy with his enrichment and pleasure. This is also the reason why I don’t want to tie my father to me. I want to make his life happy in his later years. After dinner, my father hurried back to the countryside again. The next day, my father called and said that he had already got a Chinese teaching book for a teacher in the countryside. [I am busy, busy, busy] in the bleak autumn wind, missing rises from the dialect of invisible missing. The emotion in childhood may not be as rich and straightforward as the dialect, but the innocence in memory is vivid and vivid, just like yesterday reappeared. Therefore, tap the blog post “cool summer is over, and missing is coming!” on the computer keyboard. Published. And the memory of youth starts with the youth of Jiajia. Yesterday, I heard that second sister said Jiajia went into the class again, and was happy for it. She Also sighed that she asked me to take off the coat of the earthly years, continue to write the reverie of youth, and be close to youth!, and wrote a blog post “youth and me, and Jiajia”. I, the driver, always seem mediocre. However, the life at the front line of three points (home, car and school in Chinese language), either in the car or outside the home, still seems very busy. But I thought carefully: I didn’t do anything! In the morning, I started off with the sleep of the Chinese language and started my day’s work. After work, I see with my own eyes, feel with my own heart, think with my own brain, and remember with my own pen. When I went back home, I handled the pots and pans, rectified the small dialect, and sat down by the computer quickly, knocking on the long and short words, expressing the deep and shallow small knots in my heart. No wonder my wife gave me a pink fist and complained, “you, you can only face that computer all day long, even have no time to talk to me! The trifles of September are abundant! To colorful! To compact! Maybe this is the truth of life! (2010-9-9) 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. 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You carry the wind and rain with the great virtue of a lifetime, and let the roaring of mountains and rivers. I ran on the journey, but I could hear your pitiful sigh, no matter where I ran. I want to play a flute of life to you, but time is in a hurry, and you always have no time to take care of it. You count a wisp of blue silk, but your forehead is already wrinkled, you are always so busy that you hide extraordinary wisdom, but you are always unwilling to show it. You are no more nothingness than heaven, that is not your nature. You always carry the youth and weakness of your children with your simple shoulders. Carrying me to the earth, my mother, where are you? Mother Earth, this is the voice of children! 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…