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Like Wind

Road, even if there are thousands of ways to go, you can only choose one! In life, even if there are ten thousand choices, you can only choose one! Do you have to take responsibility for every choice, and do you have to bear all the sins for every miss? What kind of people choose what kind of life, what kind of life determines what kind of life. Tired, bitter and painful. When you want to give up, can you have someone to accompany you and fight with me in the difficult struggle? The fortune teller said: I have your help! Does my noble person appear when I can bear everything by myself after going through hardships and face all kinds of humiliation in the world? 2010 nian, I have wasted 09 years, I have in 09 years of fallen in be in the race, this year I must back! But after the new year, my heart has not calmed down. What I want is there, waiting for me to chase, but how do I feel powerless, or even the heart to fight for is almost gone? I know that I am scared and afraid of failure again. One blow is enough to knock me down, but if I don’t touch it again, how can I continue my dream? I never knew that this failure would hit me so hard. How could it be like this? Think carefully, how many years did you spend in confusion, and how many years did you take the right path? Life refuses to be miserable and miserable, but life is not all big in the world, who will give up! There are still a lot of things to do, a lot of my life, my future, everything I have to rely on the young present to lay the foundation, but I am so tired! So annoying, so messy, what should I do? I don’t want to think about these, but if there is a future existence, I must think about it! I don’t want to write these. Even if I write them down, there are few people who can understand them. I don’t know what I’m talking about, and my mind is in a mess! Is it possible to see the long stream of water only when you are old? Is it possible to look back on the past proudly only when you succeed? Is it qualified to ask others to admit their contribution only when they gain? Tears only fill the eyes of the winner, Horn only blows the lighthouse to the winner and only guides the winner!!!! [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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Intoxicating

[Introduction] in the sunny and windy days, this pair of old people walked from south to north, then from north to south on the street of the village. They stopped and stopped, stopped and stopped, one was drawing an arc, the other was holding a stool, and the old mother’s warning came occasionally, the old man’s vague laughter. You see, a plain old man from the countryside who couldn’t be plain, wearing a coarse blue cotton-padded jacket, even without a coat, was dressed up as a farmer in the old society, but he couldn’t lift his head, walking and staring at the foot, the left arm bent in the cotton-padded jacket, hanging empty sleeves, the right hand leaning on a crutch, the left leg dragging feebly, the left foot raised unconsciously drew a semi-circular arc, walking so hard, I stopped to have a rest after taking so many steps, walking beside the old man at any time, standing a little, a little morbid old mother, who stayed with me unhurriedly, the steps of the old man are in harmony with those of the old mother. The difference is that the old mother does not have a crutch in her hand, but holds a square stool with her left arm, which is the moving seat of the old man. The old mother is in poor health, at first glance, people are in poor health. In the sunny and windy days, the old couple walked from the south to the north, then from the north to the south on the street of the village. They stopped and stopped, stopped and went, and one was making an arc, one was holding the stool, and occasionally came the old mother’s warning, the old man’s vague laughter. Sometimes there will be a boy of three or four years old, holding the empty left sleeve of the old man with his hand. Grandpa, I will hold you. Sometimes the little boy also leaned on a branch and followed the old man behind him, learning to draw an arc, which made people around laugh. The old mother saw the funny look of the little boy and said, “Today, you go to grandma’s house for dinner. You help Grandpa to walk. I manage the meal. I can’t go. I am a young man and have to eat the meal made by my mother, can’t to grandma’s house for dinner. Why do young people still learn to walk like grandpa? I was a young man just now, and now I am a child again. I will be a young man later and a child later. This is my father, mother and my son. [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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This Winter

The New Year’s Eve 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…