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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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Mother

[Introduction] mom, please forgive me. The road I took was my choice. I have no complaints. Yes, the child will live a poor life because of my choice, and will not get the same warmth as the children of the same age, but at least she can grow up in such a difficult environment, she is not required to be a public welfare person in the future. In the forest full of thorns, there was the fragrance of Yingshan Red. With the sound of rattling, a bundle of firewood fell from the forest to the path, which was tied up firmly, then a figure quickly slided down along the trace of firewood, dragging a dead tree with a big bowl in his hand. This person is my mother, a great mother. She was only in the first grade of primary school, but she was very broad-minded. No matter what I did wrong, she would think about how to deal with it for me. My mother wiped my ass when I was young, but today she is still wiping my ass, and my five-year-old daughter follows her, standing on the path as I did before, I saw her pulling a bundle of firewood from the forest full of thorns. Mom said: Don’t go on like this. Those people all say that you have no conscience. I cried in my heart, but answered with a smile: What I do today is what I want to do, and I will not lose face to you. Although it was said like this, the wooden house in my hometown was still the same. Neighbors built buildings along with the pace of building a new village. My family still lived halfway up the mountain, and I always became a figure for everyone to have dinner, parents are under great pressure. Poverty is the status quo. Even if you have a reputation, you can’t get rid of poverty. Mother’s worry is not unnecessary. She said: If you don’t have money, who will live with you. Yes, the first person I met began to speak highly of me. Then I asked about life questions and how much money I could earn. I was ashamed that my friends of the same age all bought houses and started small businesses. Life was booming while I was still in the North drift. So tonight, I called home to tell my mother that now I eat and sleep on time every day. I am in the stage of starting a business and have no money to send it home. I will try my best to take my child with me in the second half of the year. Some people are right. A man should have his responsibilities, for his family and children, and for his parents. When I was very young, I chatted with my mother and said that I would marry a good wife in the future to be filial to her. She smiled and said that as long as I lived well, I didn’t expect that. Tired in the marriage, woke up in the nightmare, remembered my promise, couldn’t help tears streaming down my face. In the sigh, looking at the lights of the strange city, I had no hope for the so-called life. I felt relieved and went back to my mind to tell myself what I should do tomorrow. I am not a person willing to be numb. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, I will not let myself lonely. So I told my mother that I was working hard for the promise I made at that time. In front of our parents, we will always be children. Countless quarrels and worries at festivals have left an indelible scar in the years. We can only pray frequently, in order to exchange for the health of parents. No one knows how painful my heart is. Before going to bed every night, I have to think about heavy debts, unintelligible career, painful marriage, relatives and children. So I choose to turn on the computer to watch movies, let the picture impact my sight, remove my nervous nerves, and then sleep in another unnatural sound. After telling her mother these things, she wouldn’t understand either, because she didn’t understand why her son was different from other people’s son at all, and she didn’t have a job with fixed salary, there is no happy family. Mom, please forgive me. The road I took was my choice. I have no complaints. Yes, the child will live a poor life because of my choice, and will not get the same warmth as the children of the same age, but at least she can grow up in such a difficult environment, she was not required to be a public welfare person in the future. When people around her mentioned her father, at least she would not feel ashamed. Mom, it’s not that I want to give up marriage. In fact, the scene that you quarreled and fought with your father when I was a child is still echoing in my mind. I would rather live with my child alone for the rest of my life, she didn’t want to use the so-called family to educate her. It has been nearly six years. Do you know what kind of life I live every day? I am scared and scared. I can’t sleep at night. Not only can I not get care, but also I am said to be a mental derangement. I never raise my head in front of my, but this is all my responsibility. I have to be responsible for my actions. However, today, I want to say that I want to keep a healthy body and mind and do more things. I can’t be confined to this environment. I write so many words to inspire others, but my life is in a mess. Mom, if one day your son meets a filial woman and loves me very much, at least she knows how to pour me a cup of tea when I am tired, I want to bring her to you and hope you can accept her. What a quiet night it is, my heart has gone to my hometown, together with my family [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. 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