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Summer

I remember that hot summer afternoon, the bright sunshine made people’s eyes bloom, and the sunshine spread on the stubborn face, thinking about the Green River full of golden Daisy Fields in my heart, there is also the old railway track that doesn’t know where to go. May time only stay at that moment, and don’t think about the ferocious life or vicissitudes in the future. Recently, I feel very distressed and regretful. The dream I once gave up was also given up by myself in front of me. You know, how famous that magazine is, I clearly remember the excited mood when I received the invitation letter, and also remember the sound of tears hitting the keyboard when I returned the email to President Peng. I don’t know why I did this, but I know what I should do. Classmates around started to work one after another. When they got married, they had to think of love. Liu Ruoying, who was the favorite, also got married. I remember that in the first entertainment program “Peach protein. On that day, Liu Ruoying, who was already 36 years old, couldn’t help herself with the man she had been madly in love with since she was 21 years old. She cried all the time and could hardly speak well. She was as naive as a little girl, hoping that she was a kite. No matter how far or how high she flew, the line of the kite would always be held in the hands of the beloved. No matter how high or far, the beloved man could find her. However, the man sitting opposite to Liu Ruoying shook his head lightly and said slowly with a slight sigh: I can’t find it. Can’t find it. Hearing this sentence, Liu Ruoying’s tears began to flow. Liu Ruoying, she couldn’t help loving her, but she was rational and indomitable. In the preface of a new book published by her beloved man, she wrote like this: You said that it was interesting to meet trees in the sky. At that time, what you meant was, I am still a young child. Don’t rely on you all the time. I want to learn to grow up by myself! Hey hey, you will always be 90 years old, and I will also be 80 years old. At that time, I don’t expect my tree to grow taller than others, I don’t need to be as tall as others. I am only sure that it is enough for my tree top to see your tree top from afar. Well, silly and lovely milk tea. Well, if you have a big room, if you have a CD machine, if you have two white curtains, if you have a floor lamp, remember, don’t be alone, at night, listening to it when you are lonely and disappointed, you will feel sad. Look, I cried, listening to milk tea’s Gardenia, for the past years, for the abandoned dreams, for those who love and love me, good night? Or good morning? Hehe. 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. 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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Dusk

The sky is clear and dignified, and the long-lost sunset gives me the long-lost warmth. In the sky, there are a few idle clouds floating freely, just like my wandering mood. This city likes wind very much, and it is no exception in sunny weather. The gentle wind lifted my short hair and frowned my mood. Sitting alone on the bench in the park is indeed a kind of beauty in such a winter, just like being in a bleak picture. If there is a photographer who can freeze the picture at this moment, he will certainly wash it into black and white dyed base. People are all afraid of the cold. Even if it is still a warm dusk, there are only a few people wandering in the Park, who seem to be looking for the breath of residual autumn, and the noise of the past is missing in the park. The leaves fell to the ground again, which was so pitiful. I often stared at a leaf leaving the branch blankly, struggling in the wind, and then slowly played a sadness of parting with the sound of landing, I am worried about my young heart. In such an environment, there is inevitably some heart injury, for the leaves, for the fleeting time, for the coming cold winter. I am not as sentimental as daiyu, but just thinking for a while alone. Later, I will continue my life journey: eating, studying, sleeping alone against the sunset, I can have a lot of reverie, enjoying the dusk can expel many sufferings and sorrows. In such a quiet and beautiful atmosphere, you can better interpret yourself and think about life by keeping your inner loneliness alone and listening to your heartbeat. Looking at the four corners of the sky, a leisurely cloud walked leisurely, like a slowly flowing time. I want to be a cloud, which can be leisurely and at ease, but then I don’t want to be a cloud, because its life is short and easy to die, and finally it just turns into rain and falls into the world, although life is short, thankfully, it is much longer than the cloud. Looking at the fallen leaves all over the floor, I think, is life like this leaf? The breeze blows the leaves, driving them far away, like the distant waves. My thoughts also went away with the leaves. The leaves disappeared from sight. I still kept some inexplicable sadness alone. Why should I be sad? Why do you want to feel hurt? I can’t help thinking of what the editor of the newspaper office said to me in the morning: Your articles are beautiful, but they are all very sad, which give people a sense of sadness and are not suitable for college students to read. Why do I unconsciously inject sadness into my pen? I don’t even know myself. Do I need to record the details of my life with words in the future? Keep anything straight. How many times have I been wandering on the path of the campus, how many times have I been confused under the dark clouds, and some dusty memories, like the smoke of the past, have touched my heart strings, what time can remember is not the still scenery, so I have to learn to say goodbye. I left the park and set foot on the road back to school. From time to time, the tranquil beauty of leaves emerges in my mind. I feel sad, accompany the sunset until the other side of the mountain 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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Rouge

The light color of the sky is clear, like a conscience washed by tears. I like “Rouge clasp”, the overall setting of the film, the background music of the film, what it wants to express and the way it expresses thoughts. The mountains and rivers are like flowing water, all in one breath, but it is like a lingering sound, stretching endlessly to the brain. There is only a trace of sadness left, and I am resistant to intriguing. Half a day, you don’t want to talk. I like spiritual and ideological things, including movies, TV plays, songs and so on. When I first started to love Dou, I liked to be obsessed with idol dramas and the love story of Princess Prince and handsome boy and pretty girl. Always look happily, because the ending is destined to be successful. It is getting bigger and bigger, as if it is the vicissitudes and depth that years can endow people by nature. Sometimes, because my younger brothers and sisters love watching it, they also watch those campus idol dramas together. Although it is also the ending of flowers and full moon with smiles, I don’t know why I feel cold and sad after watching it. He always walked out of the room by himself casually, looking at the sky and the house in the distance in a trance, and forgot to blink his eyes for a long time. If a piece of nostalgic music comes over at this time, I think I can cry out. I like Leslie Cheung’s skillful performance in the movie. One eye can interpret the character’s inner heart so transparent, which makes you unconsciously start to struggle about his life ending. The perfect tacit understanding performance between him and Anita Mui had to let people be afraid of the case and understand the power of superstars. Their tragic and legendary life in real life also made them paint a blurred and legendary background in my heart. nong zhuang dan mo zong xiang yi. People always have to grow up, gradually mature, and then grow old. Life is a gorgeous robe full of lice. [Responsible editor: Ke Er]] 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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Cherish

Franklin, a famous American scientist, once said: Do you love life? Then don’t waste time, because time is the material of life. Certainly, the value of a person’s life lies in the value he creates for the society, but the value of this creation is realized with the continuation of time. Imagine, in history, those masters of science and art who created a lot of material wealth and spiritual wealth for human beings, which of them did not embody their own lives rich and meaningful by cherishing time? Goethe is a world-famous great poet, and his self-statement is the best footnotes of his understanding and emotion of time: time is my property, my field. Zhang Haidi mastered several foreign languages such as Japanese, English and Esperanto in a short time, and finished the translation of seaside clinic and a large number of writing chapters. Why can the life of a disabled person release such huge energy for a paraplegia patient whose 2/3 of the body lose consciousness? Glow so dazzling splendor? One of the reasons was not that she grasped every minute of wealth and added vitality to her life? An important secret of Lu Xun’s success is to cherish time. When Lu Xun was studying in a private school in Shaoxing city at the age of 12, his father was seriously ill and his two younger brothers were still young. Lu Xun not only often went to pawnshops and drugstores, but also helped his mother with housework; in order not to affect his studies, he must make a precise schedule. Lu Xun is squeezing time almost every day. He said, time is like water in a sponge. As long as you squeeze, there will always be time. Lu Xun has a wide range of interests in reading and also likes writing. He also has a deep interest in folk art, especially legends and paintings. It is precisely because he dabbles widely and studies in many aspects, so time is really very important for him. He was sick all his life, and his working conditions and living environment were not good, but he would not give up until midnight everyday. In Lu Xun’s eyes, time is just like life. Americans say that time is money. But I think time is life. If someone else’s time is wasted for no reason, it is actually nothing but murder for money. Therefore, Lu Xun hated those people who ran away from his boss all day, sitting in the West family and gossiping. When he was busy with work, if someone came to talk with him or chat with him, even if he was a very good friend, he would also say to others unceremoniously, alas, if you come again, is there nothing else to do? Recalling the past summer nights when stars lit lights, how many times have they picked up messy thoughts, collected salty and wet emotions, released pains and sorrows, and grasped the golden thread of the heart tightly, the mood of holding your head high to welcome the Dawn went through the bright youth tunnel and began to trudge the journey of middle-aged life. Thinking about the road you have traveled, savoring the past time carefully, and suddenly understand a lot in a trance. Whether it is youth or middle-aged or old, it turns out that the replacement of the annual rings in life is so hurried. Before I had time to do something, I had already entered the old age. It can be seen that life is too short, and how short and precious time is to people. In the time of trudging through life, there were days of wandering and depression. In order to damage the brain by casual emotion and world affairs, I was frustrated because I couldn’t give myself a little happiness. There have been many regrets and chances. When faced with these, I always feel that the future days are very long and beautiful, and there will always be joy and joy. However, all these go away lightly at any time. The time belonging to human beings is just like the withered glory and reincarnation of four seasons. It is a natural process and we cannot resist it. Experiencing the past hurried years, no matter the old heart or the lively heart, we should be grateful and cherish life and time. How can you travel through the journey of life without going through the tunnel of time? My friend, take a solid and steady step and run to the distance down to earth. It must be kept in mind that learning time is limited. Time is limited, not only because of the short life, but also because of the complexity of personnel. We should strive to spend all our time doing the most beneficial things. Must remember, Day fill, sea fill, nan shan ke yi. Moon and previous, without reduction chasing. Waste time equals waste life. People who abandon time, time also abandon him. Time is life, time is speed, and time is power. It must be kept in mind that time is the fastest, the slowest, the longest, the shortest, the most ordinary, the most precious, the most easily neglected and the most regretful thing in the world. Time is accumulated by minutes and seconds. Only those who are good at using sporadic time can make greater achievements. Tomorrow and tomorrow, how many tomorrow. I will give birth to tomorrow, and everything will be wasted. If the world is tired by tomorrow, the old generals will come in spring and autumn. Look at the water flowing to the east, and see the sun falling to the west at dusk. One Hundred Years of tomorrow can be geometric, please listen to my song tomorrow. Today after today, how few are today. Not today. When will this happen. It is a pity that we live for hundreds of years today. If Aunt Yan waited for the Ming Dynasty to arrive, then the Ming dynasty had affairs again. Let’s talk about and write today’s poems for you. Please start from today. There are only more than 30,000 days and nights in life. Don’t regret that you have wasted so much time until the last day. Cherish time is to cherish life. If do not cherish, too late. 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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Maybe

[Introduction] Returning to plain, I occasionally think of that scene and that person that day until her back disappears in the clouds of the world. Once upon a time, the Sea has never dried up in my heart. When the two established tracks intersected, the brilliance will accompany you to see the fireworks bloom out of the moon! Please don’t treat me well when I am lonely and lonely. This love is too heavy, crushing my defense line, shaking my persistence and mistakenly thinking that this is love. That’s it, catching life. Holding hands, the warmth of Palm could not fill my heart if I lost something. There was such a vacant position, which seemed to be waiting for something. Many years later, we met by chance. The light smile went through the crowd and awakened the faint and distant memory. The dream went back to thousands of turns. Year after year, was it just waiting for such a smile. It fills the long-standing vacancy in the heart. Two strange hearts are tied together by the long-lost familiarity. Knowing each other does not need much words, every smile is enough to cross the farthest distance in the world. Looking at each other quietly, we can see the truest self from each other’s eyes. The faint halo is enveloped, and there is no worldly Fetter, and every word seems redundant. Make the brightest wedding dress with Moonlight and put it on your body. The heaven and earth witness for us, the stars bless us and look up at the starry sky side by side. The year before last, time was just like a moment at my fingertips, but this moment made a deep impression and turned into eternity until my soul turned into dust. At dawn, I gave each other a faint smile in my deep gaze, waved goodbye, hugged back to back, and gradually moved away. I only hate meeting too late, and I have already lost the right to love. To this end, we know that once muddled mistaking kindness as love, but now it has turned into family affection, and when everything becomes a habit change, it may be fatal. I can’t and can’t change any more. If this is a beautiful mistake, then thank God for giving me a romantic encounter and completing my incomplete heart. I really loved it, even for a moment, I also experienced deeply. Returning to plain, I occasionally think of that scene and that person that day until her back disappears in the clouds of the world. Once upon a time, the Sea has never dried up in my heart. When the two established tracks intersected, the brilliance will accompany you to see the fireworks bloom out of the moon! Your remaining tenderness still lingers in your hands. Close your eyes and bless you. There is no sadness, no regret, and you have enough to comfort this life! [Responsible editor: Ke Er]] 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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Reading

On May Day, I hurried to Shanghai and went back to Hangzhou in a hurry. I went to West Lake with my girlfriend, but I didn’t know that West Lake was not seen. I saw a large group of people, so when I was free, I read Mr. Lin Yutang’s book “biography of Su Dongpo”. I liked it very much. Who else could write the biography so fascinating? Reading makes me drink like a sweet spring. I don’t think about the taste of rice, but also feel a lot. It was true that the heaven would lower the great responsibility to the people of Si dynasty. The talent of grand secretary Su was really different. It was like a fierce wind but like a drizzle, which made people shocked and kept people savoring carefully. Many people’s scenes seem to be affectionate, but in fact they are the most ruthless: love is to the scene, and the scene is born with emotion, while people have no emotion, without emotion, they will realize emotion; Ruthlessness is private to people, it is the greatest affection, as if he said that there is no bad person in the world. Affectionate people are romantic, ruthless people are unrestrained: grand secretary Su is romantic and unrestrained. Reading may be a hobby, while loving books is a fool. It is a pity that I haven’t reached the state of being crazy, even the level of hobbies is not counted, but I am just looking for books impulsively when I am interested in reading occasionally, but when you find a book, it is often the next time when you are interested in reading. Just like the book “biography of Su Dongpo”, I am saw it a month ago. I didn’t read it until recently. When I read it, it was already sighing with a gray face. Seeing the books borrowed from the library were covered with dust, I would never believe that books must be borrowed or read. I have no intention to compare with the Grand Secretary Su, but I always want to find the gap while admiring. After reading this book, I think I should do this. Compared with his “minister”, “Analects of Confucius” and “Spring and Autumn period”, and his allusions, dictionaries and biographies, compared with his mood of crossing the River and crossing the river and playing with his younger brother, he sighed far away. I can’t go thousands of miles without reading thousands of books. The wonderful articles can only be the flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water. Occasionally, most of my thoughts are dead. I don’t know what others will do. I am often ashamed of this sentence after reading for more than ten years. When I read the book, I always feel terrified and worried that one day I will have no way to communicate with the book, although it is one-sided, I am still very worried. There is always reluctance to express sorrow for the new poems, and it is always lonely to make yourself lonely. It’s like a model in the window. Even if you put on gorgeous clothes, it won’t make you feel warm. No matter how smiling you are, she won’t give you the same love, so I always worry that books will alienate me one day. I often think about a viewpoint or an idea I have heard, saying that now is an era that is not suitable for reading, and even not suitable for reading, maybe we can only say that it is suitable for browsing, because even the authors seem to be so perfunctory and sloppy, let alone those of us who are born by fast food. In this way, the indifference between us and books is somewhat attributed to the authors and the era we live in. Is this correct? When time and people choose one kind of book, does it mean that they have to give up the choice of another kind of book? Does this choice mean being chosen? Does the indifference between us and books have much to do with the authors? I think it doesn’t matter much. After all, they have been meeting our requirements. The indifference between us and books is due to the real interest relationship between us: We need books to seek some utilitarian things, while books need readers to open up its market. This kind of interest relationship makes the pressure we face concrete and clear, thus reducing our love. We often underestimate ourselves and the true meaning of books. After all, our indifference is because we love books less than books love us deeply, so we have such carelessness and imprudence. So era? In fact, every era will have different degrees of fast food performance. But the degree was not obvious in ancient times, because there were only a few people who could read books, and even a few people who could write books. They could hurry up without any delay, and they could write it over and over again, if they don’t live on it, they won’t seem so impatient, so nowadays we regard the classics handed down as treasures. By contrast, how many so-called classics created in our era can be spread by later generations? How many literati talents created by our era will be recorded in history and will be admired by later generations? I often think that there may be no one or just one, but the achievement is absolutely not comparable to Li Bai, Du Fu, Su Zizhan. Maybe, maybe only with the emergence of new literary styles can someone surpass them and at least keep pace with each other. It always seems so pessimistic in this way. In fact, there is no need to be overly pessimistic. The real classic is a kind of pure and simple nostalgia, which is like the aroma of wine, which is consciously or unconsciously fascinating and lingering. Our times also have treasures to be proud of, but they still need to go through the test of time. Every era has its literary needs and cultural appearances, just like the novels of yuan quqiang in Tang and Song Poems. Our era is a more diversified one. Besides writing books, we have comics, pop songs, hot movies and televisions, we also have many ways to express our literature and culture. Some people may say that there is no way to compare this with books, but it has the same effect, isn’t it? Both of them make people think and enjoy. On the level of spiritual enjoyment, I think there is no difference between Yangchun snow and xialiba people. Moreover, can Ancient times be compared with present? In ancient times, it was just Zhuge Liang who spoke of Confucianism, As for whether Ji Xiaolan with iron teeth and copper teeth is so romantic or not, it is still open to question. Take a look at our era. Diplomats are so powerful that lawyers are too weak to argue? This may be a little melodramatic and extreme, but I think we should learn to calm ourselves down and really read books instead of blindly emphasizing the quality of books and the advantages and disadvantages of the times, A person who doesn’t even want to appreciate his own times seriously is not qualified to judge other times. After thinking it over and over again, my mood was no longer so uneasy. At least I dared to say that reading was suitable for every era, but the way of carrying books was different, and the sentiment of reading was also different. We don’t enjoy tea and read it at leisure, we don’t have the hobby of reading by candle, and we don’t have the ecstasy of picking up books to read. Does this mean that our times are forgetting the fun and importance of reading? No, we are now reading for all, and our ways of reading have become diversified, no matter the squeeze of work or the need of life, we have read or are reading books that we think we should read. Books will not have bad feelings for any era, nor will Books have estrangement for anyone. It’s just like mom. She doesn’t need you to be rich and expensive. As long as your life is peaceful and healthy, she will have no complaints or demands. The book is the same, maybe she doesn’t care how much we have read her and understand her geometry, as long as we can let her accompany in our life, she will try her best to smooth out the hard work when we are tired and the Depression when we are hesitating. She was just like her mother. No matter how long we left her out, as long as we remembered her, she would embrace us with enthusiasm and enlighten us with wisdom. Therefore, I won’t feel sad or guilty, let alone ignore the love with my mother’s fragrance. 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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Night,

Looking at the Depression and coldness of the city, looking at the yellow street lights on the street, the night is neither black nor brightly lit, but gray. The Sleeping City was like the rough impression seen by an old man who couldn’t open his eyes. Occasionally, there were several cars passing by. The bright lights didn’t match the city in sleep. The friction between the wheels and the road gradually faded away. Walking alone in the street with his head down, he only heard his own footsteps. He didn’t want to sing a tune in boredom, but just wanted to wander in this gray flaw painting. The cool breeze blows my short hair. Watching the light of street lamps lengthen, Shorten and lengthen my shadow, the desolate atmosphere lengthened my loneliness and hesitation. The night was really quiet, as quiet as the shyness and shyness of a young girl in the face of her lover. I raised my head and looked up at the sky. I had nothing except the gray sky. Maybe the world was originally gray! A couple walked by the street, holding the right hand in his left hand, walked and smiled, romantic in the dim light, watching them approaching, I gave in, afraid to disturb the warmth, waiting for them to pass, I continued to move forward, and sweetness rippled into a sea of flowers behind me. I sigh with emotion that time flies and youth gradually fades away in the passing years. What does time leave? Maybe it’s just a few wrinkles between eyebrows, just a few sigh of emotion in life. This night was so deserted, but it was memorable, because every bit of time was deposited in the deep of my memory. At night, I am already in my heart. 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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Love

[Introduction] So, yesterday when he suddenly talked about the eternal theme of life and death, I was not surprised at all. But this time it is more specific and tender —– mom, you will be old and dead in the future. I will only put you on the bed, not bury you in the soil. Busy days, last night have leisure. Walking in the yard with children’s hands. My son grew up a lot, and his face and hands were still immature. He let me lead him obediently and jumped happily like a bird beside me. We just started to talk about something, but we couldn’t remember it clearly. Children suddenly talked about the topic of life and death again. It was very sad to remember that when he just went to kindergarten, he knew for the first time that someone would die one day. Once he verified this question which troubled him from Grandpa and got a positive answer. He hugged grandpa tightly and said loudly: I don’t want you to die!. Later, he gradually realized that it was inevitable that no one could change, so he prayed that his relatives could live long enough, spend more time together, and 860 years would be the best, because that was the longest time he could think. Therefore, yesterday when he suddenly talked about the eternal theme of life and death, I was not surprised at all. But this time it is more specific and tender —– mom, you will be old and dead in the future. I will only put you on the bed, not bury you in the soil. I ask why. His distressed expression makes people love each other: because there are insects, ants and microorganisms in the soil. They will slowly turn you into light and leave bones. My heart moved and my eyes became wet. Son, this is the way you love! My mother can understand it most. Just like dad didn’t come back for lunch at noon yesterday, I said I had a salted duck egg for myself today, so don’t forget to save one for dad in a hurry; just like you don’t forget to rub your grandfather’s face affectionately when you come home from school every day; Just like you always like to sleep peacefully with the towel in your arms, saying that you know how to love and learn to love with the smell of your mother, cherish love. You cherish what we give you and love each of us in your way. These charming ways are like sunshine and nectar. [Responsible editor: Leaves]] 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…

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If one day I meet you in the deep lane where you can’t avoid online for a long time, do you remember the fragmented love? Do you remember the smiling and sighing face or do you forget that I have moved in your memory and then smile and say sorry. Can you give up in the deep Lane? Small ripples reverberating softly [Responsible editor; Leaves]] 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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First Snow

I like bandray’s piano song “First Snow” very much, and also look forward to the first snow in winter. Feel the artistic conception expressed by music in the snow. My niece Qing finished her homework at my home at dusk. I am chatting with netizens in the room, come out to see! My niece Qing shouted in the yard. What’s the matter? The dog bites me? I don’t have a dog either. With doubts in my heart, I quickly put down the mouse and ran out. Open the light in the yard, the light penetrates through the dark night, and the yard is like the day. It snowed, and the snowflakes flying all over the sky were like elves falling into the mortal world, pure and clear, unwilling to fall into the dust. The flying snowflakes are not alone with the drizzle. The rain washed away the dust on the ground, and the snowflakes melted into the water quickly. Drizzle accomplished its mission and left quietly. The snow is still falling, and it gets bigger and bigger, and there is snow in the yard. The flying snowflakes accompanied the children’s laughter, leaving a string of happy footprints in the yard. Dad, what is snowflake? The seven-year-old daughter asked naively. Snowflake is a pure angel I answered: as long as you are kind-hearted and diligent, the angel will fall in your palm and enter your heart. The little daughter stretched out her hands, and the snow could not bear the temperature of the palm, and became water drops falling underground. Dad, why can’t I take it. In the future, be a good child and study hard. Angels will fall in your hands. I said. Dad, can you try me? Good, lines. I couldn’t bear to see my daughter’s disappointed eyes, so I had to force myself to agree. The residual temperature of the mouse still remained in the palm of my hand. I grabbed a handful of snow from the ground and rubbed my hand. It was almost cold to the bones. Dry Hands. Dad is a kind person, look at me. I closed my eyes and felt the snowflakes gathering more and more in my palm. I clenched them into a ball and smiled happily. Dad, what are you laughing? I opened my eyes and saw nothing in my hands. What I grasped was just a beautiful dream in my heart. I wore a dress in the room, it was too cold. I can’t stand my daughter’s innocent eyes and 100,000 reasons. I found an excuse to go back to the house. It was still warm in the room. Sitting beside the computer, netizens from all over the country were talking about the snow. Snowflakes meet at the same time to decorate a little dirty dust with white costumes. The snow is still falling, and children’s angelic laughter echoed in the yard. 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. 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…