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[Introduction] I left in a hurry and there was still a familiar face not far away. The aunt of the same village who hadn’t entered the city for a long time told me that there was a car coming back to the village. They kindly greeted me to go with me, so I followed them and, there was another familiar face on a motorcycle coming out through the gate of this council. The village where I lived for a long time was empty. The whole brain buried all my desires. Unconsciously, I came to my annual birthday again. I felt inexplicable panic in my heart and my only thought was to go out for a walk. I’m afraid that if I don’t go out for a walk, 2010 will never go out. With endless thoughts on my back, I walked out of the station where I had lived for nearly ten years. Today I have a good excuse: to study in the county. Standing on the deserted street, I waved my hands aimlessly and stopped a dragon horse car in front of me. The door opened. I asked: go to the county, right? Driver: Yes. It took me a lot of effort to climb into the high driving room with a crossbow, and I didn’t know whether it was self-mockery for myself or a defense murmured: I haven’t been in this kind of car for a long time, so I can hardly climb. Then he asked the driver loudly: Do you want money? The driver answered loudly and simply: No. I am not polite: Thank you. The study was finished soon, but I couldn’t adapt to the county town. There were construction sites everywhere, either road building or house building. It was said that: old city transformation. I don’t know what the old city is and what the new city is. It seems that the buildings in this place have never stopped. I thought that the county I yearned for would enrich my empty brain. Standing on the familiar but unfamiliar street, my brain became more empty, lost, unable to find the North, I took out my mobile phone to find the lost memory. As soon as her friend hadn’t got married, I saw her black blue silk mixed with white hair. Her face, which was once a school Flower, is now thin and vicissitudes. She just bought out her job at 30,000 yuan a few days before she graduated from college in 1994; my second friend was still washing dishes and cooking in the kindergarten, and her monthly salary was 600 yuan. After finishing the work in the kindergarten, she took a rest after taking medicine and went to do hourly work. It was said that she could earn another 500 yuan per month, I have no better reason to persuade her to have more rest, just because her two beautiful and lovely daughters go to school while doing tutoring and working in a university, it has been 18 years since her husband’s father and child’s car accident. The kindergarten was holding a sports meeting, and the baby and parents were playing together. I gave the camera to the photographer who was shooting the video, and suddenly turned around, a familiar figure shocked me, the person in front of me looked at me inexplicably with the child in his arms. I calmed down and said to her kindly: Your child is very beautiful. When she finally understood who I was, she turned around and walked away with the child in her arms. It took 365 days a year. Why didn’t I meet the child’s second mother, second sister or third sister and fourth mother for only two days in the city? I remembered what my ex-husband said to others: my wives are younger and more beautiful, each of them has been for six years. Counting by fingers, these four mothers have been six years. I wanted to see the former mother-in-law, but I couldn’t resist the gossip. I stopped in panic and stopped in the zebra crossing under the cross road lipstick lamp. In front of me was the car number of the police station next to the station. Didn’t it go to hell? The familiar faces inside the car made me understand that it was not a ghost, but a human. I left in a hurry and there was still a familiar face not far away. The aunt of the same village who hadn’t entered the city for a long time told me that there was a car coming back to the village. They kindly greeted me to go with me, so I followed them, there was another familiar face on a motorcycle coming out through the gate of this council. Although she was wearing a helmet, I still saw her smiling at me, many years ago, she also told me with such a smile: you can work in the bureau without going to the countryside. But she is my former sister-in-law, so I went to work in the countryside. I followed my two aunts in the same village for the ride. After three kilometers, I saw the driver of the ride gambling, A room full of smoke on the table the gamblers who raised up their money shouted a lot of money in front of the gambling with passion. He looked back at us calmly and said calmly: I will not go back to the village today. Looking at the rich women who lived on the first floor and rented two or three buildings as gambling money on the three-kilometer roadside, the two aunts were very unhappy and sighed with emotion, in order to save more than ten yuan, the helpless journey of about three kilometers is continuing, the two aunts and I walked back to the station and luckily took the last bus back to the village. On the bus, my cell phone rang and stopped, it rang again when I was about to pick up. It was the cook. I called back and the Cook said, “I asked you if you want to cook. I said: I want it. When I went back to the station and turned on the computer, I received a hundred birthday gifts. After dinner, I walked out of the door to continue my memories during the day and felt the pain of three or four blisters on the disappointing feet, with the cold north wind blowing, I shouted happy birthday. After a three-kilometer round trip, I went back to the small room and found a series of missed calls left on my desk. Did they all wish me a happy birthday? Whether it is or not, I wish those who read the article: Happy life every day! [Responsible editor: yi er]] 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. 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Street lamp Ji had a night self-study in high school. Suddenly he got tired of endless test questions, skipped classes and sat in the small garden of the school in a daze. I can’t remember when it was, maybe it was when the Twilight was slightly hidden, maybe it was when the cool wind turned the branches and leaves of the Purple vine and left the rustling echo, maybe it was when I suddenly smelt the strong fragrance of the vine flower. Looking back at that moment, the street lamps in the campus were magically lit up at the same time. At that moment, I felt that I came to the brightly lit palace dance and was embarrassed and surprised in the face of the dazzling tuxedo evening dress. Looking back now, I still clearly remember that the street lamps on campus at night are like fireflies floating in the air, as well as fish shining quietly through the deep sea. Furry Halo permeated with crystal bright luster, and there were circles of warmth and tenderness in my heart. I couldn’t help crying for this sudden gift, and my heart was enveloped by great gratitude and touch. In the dim eyes of tears, those pale lights converged into a bright ocean, like the faint cherry petals floating to the distance, submerged in the night. In that wonderful night full of strong enchanting fragrance of purple vines, I encountered a performance of street lamps. Although for a moment, I still keep thinking about it. Cangmo postscript: all the street lamps are in full bloom at the same time. What an ordinary and touching performance it should be! Only the indifference of the heart can capture the brilliance of a moment. This gift belongs to every child who has a dream in his heart. It is beautiful and chewed with you. When I am silent, I feel full. If I speak, I feel empty. Maybe he is born to be a person who likes to talk, and he is also used to dancing in front of his friends, hanging a bright and sunny smile on his face, but when he is quiet and alone, there is always an unspeakable emptiness and melancholy. There is a saying that now he is happy with tears in his years, with only a few words and vicissitudes of life. Children all grew up in the past days, and relatives and friends were half withered in the past years. I couldn’t understand this kind of sorrow which was not deeply experienced in the world. Drunk laughter accompanied the Emperor for 30,000 times, and did not complain about his leaving injury. When people went to the building, the piano was covered with dust. The laughter of the past just increased the sadness of today. I like Yan Jiadao’s sentence very much: the mountains and rivers in my eyes are far away, and the fallen flowers and wind hurt the spring even more. It is better to pity the people in front of me. Because of the preference, I felt that the most famous helpless flower fell away, and the familiar Yan returned was not as good as this sentence. Sometimes when I get used to silence, I feel it is a sin to speak. Just graffiti on the manuscript paper or staring at the sky outside the window in a daze, the blue sky through the glass is a little vague and indistinct, and the scattered buildings divide the sky into pieces. In a warm afternoon, you can wait for the Sunshine flowing slowly from the glass window, just like a transparent waterfall. The doves flapping their wings and flying by, then your heart is touched. I like to enjoy the feeling of aphasia, stay away from the noise of the outside world, and indulge in the silent state. Using carbon black ink pen to write fragmentary words on the white manuscript paper, feeling the rustling sound of the tip rubbing the paper pages, lost in the world of words, is a simple and real happiness. A simple and real happiness, I feel very happy when I think about it. Speechless for who? Who is silent? Heart own yi qian bitter, more and moon actionable? Who knows how hard it is? Understand the person in love, silent, speechless, is speechless 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. 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