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[Introduction] I always like to go out for a walk in my spare time, bathing in the sun and facing the light wind. I like comfort, peace, slowly, slowly, time is also going. Sometimes I think this is not like a young man, full of challenging passion. Walking on the way to class, I used to look left and right. I accidentally saw a sign with the words of Rice carving art standing on the roadside, and all kinds of accessories for carving were hung on the shelf beside it. Behind, a middle-aged woman was busy with something with her head buried in the shade of the tree, and whispered to a classmate who wanted to buy something around her as if discussing something. Rice carving is to engrave the words you want to express in it and convey good wishes. Rice carving, Rice carving? Carving time, why can’t we carve the beauty and touch of life in time and cherish it forever. The original intention of life may be simple unprocessed raw materials, which seem clumsy and lifeless. But we can elaborately carve it and turn it into a piece of art. Everyone can become a designer and design his own life style. It is fair to give time to everyone. The difference is that different people have different attitudes. Carving time can be more said to carve one’s own mind and eyes. There is no lack of beauty in life. What is lacking is to discover beautiful eyes and soul. On a sunny day, strolling in the woods, listening to the crisp birdsong above my head, breathing fresh air, what a wonderful comfort and pleasure it brings. At the low ebb, the words of encouragement from friends, the gentle eyes between lovers and the plain time are all endowed with more wonderful emotional colors. I like watching programs about folk art on TV, which are simple and elegant with the breath of old time. Follow the camera as if you were on the scene. Walking in the ancient alley, it happened that the sky was drizzling, stepping on the wet bluestone, following the camera to find the folk legend. Most of the things they saw were the delicate and beautiful little things made by the old. They inherited this art. In their hands, there were always vivid small animals and lifelike scumbags with different shapes. At that time, I felt that time seemed to be gripped in their hands, like palm prints in their palms, recording the traces of time one by one. Especially when you face an old man with pleated face and old hands, you feel as if they are weaving their own life, because that is most of their life. You are buried in your head and busy meticulously. Do you think the time of life is so real at your fingertips. I always like to go out for a walk in my spare time, bathing in the sun and facing the light wind. I like comfort, peace, slowly, slowly, time is also going. Sometimes I think this is not like a young man who is full of challenging passion, but I like such soft years. At the same time, life needs to be full of rhythm, slow and urgent, like the flowing water. Experience every subtle pleasure of life, and life will no longer be monotonous and plain. Just like a piece of tea in a cup of plain boiled water, it stretches slowly, rendering life slowly, and then life becomes a cup full of good tea. It’s raining, very big. The accumulated heat for a day seemed to brew the heavy rain. In the evening, I went to the evening self-study with an umbrella against the strong wind. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, the clothes were still wet, and the shoes were completely soaked. The streets almost converged into a small river, the posture of jumping and escaping from the water before turned to walk in the center of the water calmly now. That is, I don’t feel unhappy, but I feel happy. At that moment, I suddenly remembered some years of my childhood when I played with my friends by the riverside. My shoes were soaked through, so I just wore shoes to play in the water, splashing flowers and smiling happily on my face. The memory of childhood was suddenly awakened, so innocent and so beautiful. Sometimes when chewing a good memory, time becomes gentle. As the age grows, there are too many things to face. The world is complex, and simple happiness appears to be less and less. Time is in your own hands, and the tone of happiness and sadness is in your own hands. Everyone is writing a history book about himself, carving time and leaving his happy memory. 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. 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Woman

When I wrote down this question, I was wondering why women were like jade. Cao Xueqin said that women are made of water, which is also right, but it is specific, not all women are like water. It is also said that women do not hear the lion roar of Hedong, but not all women can be lion roar. Therefore, these definitions of women are partial and incomplete. Jade itself is stone, hard, but the appearance is very exquisitely carved, smooth and smooth, it looks as soft as water at first sight, it feels hard when touched, cold but not sharp, I feel soft after being infected by body temperature. Just like the appearance of a woman gives people a feeling, it looks weak but very strong, it looks smooth, and the texture may be rough. Born in the old pit, those with more emerald or noble colors, those born in the new pit, those with more impurities or lowliness. But all the definitions are artificial, jade or jade. It does not change slightly because of its weight in human eyes. The so-called ethics and morality of preferring to be a broken jade rather than a complete one has also reclassified Jade’s identity. Yes, women are like jade, which can be gentle, hard, soft, or cold. Just as it is impossible to judge the real quality of the inner heart just by looking at the appearance of Jade, some women can’t see through the inner heart, so they can only vaguely see a little bit, adding a lot of mystery. Like a piece of jade, just like a man likes a woman, he can’t tell the reason clearly. There was the impulse to take her as her own. After wandering and searching for her for several times, she finally found her, but she couldn’t help asking for it. So she fell asleep and thought, tossed and turned again and again, and she must be hidden in the deep room, or inseparable. This is the ending of jade. It is either collected or ignored. There was no way to choose her own destiny. What she could do was to wait or wait. [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…