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Late autumn is gradually replaced by the cold winter. The cold wind is crossing the night sky step by step, and there will be no stars or moon, and only ice-like stars are replaced. This is not the winter of winter, no, there will be a feeling of summer. My classmate said that the door in the classroom is not open in such a ghost weather, and the temperature difference inside and outside is tightly closed. I don’t like this winter, lonely Lonely air is close to a state of death. Today, my friend says he is strange. He can see ghosts, just like all science fiction films. Of course, this is not true, when I was bored, I found that I knew one of the two worlds that did not belong to. Someone said that I should not be too pessimistic (my words), but that was closely my words. There wouldn’t be too much in reality, maybe it can be said that time is just like a fallen leaf. It only takes a moment, and there is not much space to think. People who don’t know me say that I am a lonely person, I always sit quietly in my own space and never cross it, wearing two kinds of masks. These are their ignorance of me. I can talk with my close friends about the mess of the sky and the wasteland, now or in the future or another world Beethoven’s sadness my brother said a very sad song. He once heard tears and deep tones. These I am don’t understand. Maybe I don’t have a voice. Music cell I don’t have much feeling for music calligraphy is my favorite. Last night, my dad read the calligraphy of my brother and classmates, and repeatedly appreciated it, but I couldn’t learn my dad’s words all the time, but it’s not very bad that my classmates see my words and say that my words are the same as those printed. They belong to the square one that makes people feel very comfortable. But these, it only appears in textbooks and homework ontheotherhand. I will not put them in my book. There is another different world. I have been imitating my father’s words all the time, he also constantly taught me inexplicable….. The distance between Palm and Palm [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 do not know when, a golden top off the green leaf, is eagerly blue sky and white clouds. When the breeze passes by, the yellow is freehand brushwork, and there is a dark fragrance. The season of osmanthus fragrance is quietly coming. When you are still quiet in the charming flowers in Binjiang rose garden, the Golden Osmanthus flowers are already hanging on the branches under the shelter of clouds and the cool breeze of autumn wind, competing to bloom, the fragrance of the plentiful fragrance touches the nose, which makes you suddenly look back and forget to leave. Gui Xiang had already hit passers-by, but he also broke into the small bus carriage. A fashionable woman approached me with fragrance, inquired about the road conditions and then walked into the rear car room. However, the fragrance dyed my work clothes and got into my nostrils in a flash, which made me wriggle and feel comfortable. The whole carriage was also filled with faint fragrance. The sunlight came from the glass window diagonally, making the carriage seem unusually quiet and peaceful. I think: Isn’t that girl a flower fairy?! Well, it smells good! A middle-aged woman exclaimed at the moment she stepped onto the door. Is cinnamon.! I responded with a smile. The middle-aged woman, with the scent of rare, seemed to be blessed by God and sat on the seat slowly and quietly. When the broken yellow light lightly fell on her face, clearly, her face was filled with a happy smile. This smile will float lightly in the small carriage with the sweet osmanthus, in the Milky Way of golden autumn, and in the harmonious world. (2011-9-30) [I am bus reporter?!]?!] Autumn times feel ashamed of the deep, deep Times feel ashamed of the cold, cool times feel thin and cold. However, the citizens of Nanchang were delighted and busy with eye-catching. I am not looking at the red, yellow, white, purple and other kinds of rose flowers, or I am rushing to see the golden freehand brushwork thin chrysanthemum. People are like beautiful flowers, love is like flowers, and they are so spirited! It is essential to enjoy flowers, and the smell of flowers also has special flavor. Watching and smelling, I kept this autumn in my mind and wrote it into the diary. There were lots of discussions inside and outside the car, talking freely about feelings. A sudden cold air last night wrote the golden autumn into the thin cold. Wearing a single coat, I feel very cool. I sat in front of the steering wheel and looked at the danggui swinging in the wind outside the glass window. I couldn’t help shivering. I was really worried that it would fall with the wind. At this time, the crowd of twos and threes rushed to my car door, and I was still talking about the taste of enjoying flowers. Your little bus reporter!. A man older than me pointed at me and exclaimed as soon as he got on the bus. Sorry, I don’t seem to know you. I stared at him with my big eyes open. Yes, we have traveled to Zhangjiajie together. Seeing me confused, he continued to explain. Oh, I suddenly realized, smiled and apologized, “Sorry, I didn’t care. Which department are you from? It doesn’t matter, so many people will not remember. He also smiled: The driver of bus 205 in I am. I saw your article about our travel in the bus newspaper. Oh, sorry, I don’t know your name. All the names I know have been written into the article. They (she) are asking me for newspapers, saying that they are a souvenir. I apologize again. It doesn’t matter, I don’t know so many people. I Xiong. He still laugh. It was unexpected that the charm of words would make people mistake themselves as a little reporter of public transportation. The same situation happened last time in the municipal public utility group. When a staff member of the propaganda department heard my name, he opened his eyes in surprise and asked again: are you Fu Huanchun?! I was so dizzy that I became a little journalist this time. Unexpectedly, my heart was warm. This golden autumn was very beautiful and gorgeous! (2011-9-30) 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. 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