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Drunk

The night was deep, people did not sleep, headache was like a crack, the belly was rolling, I was drunk. After a period of excessive fatigue and depression, together with the hospitality of my friends, I was drunk again, which was the second time in my life. The first drunkenness happened seven years ago. At that time, I was full of ambition. For my ideal and ambition, I drank three cups and was drunk. At that time, I thought it was worth it, but later I found that it was not worth it, especially not worth it. I got drunk 7 years ago because of my ideal. Recently, when I was drunk, I felt more happy for my friends. I thought that I could get rid of my sorrow once I got drunk. When I was drunk, my sorrow was still there. The so-called saying was: drinking wine to pour my sorrow into my sorrow was more painful, and it was. Men meet a glass of wine, women meet a cup of tea. I am not good at drinking, nor do I understand wine. The understanding of wine originates from Mr. Gu Long’s novels, and the description of knife and wine in Gu Long’s novels is very impressive. The most impressive sentence: Full Moon, machete, wine and red lips are regarded as classics by us in our school days. Only eight words describe all people and things with elegant artistic conception, elegant are. At that time, I was full of longing and imagination for wine. After taking part in the work, I gradually got in touch with wine and learned to drink. The drinking capacity is not big, but the drinking style is good. I don’t play tricks or drink alcohol, and I seldom fight with others. As long as the occasion is right and the atmosphere is good, drink it, but seldom get drunk. My close friends all said that I enjoyed drinking with me, saying that I had a large amount of wine and a small shelf, but I had never seen me drunk. In fact, I know the most clearly in my heart that I don’t have much capacity to drink, but I think the wine is not bad. If I can drink it, I won’t refuse or force it. As long as I am happy, I will drink it, and it is good if I. The cultivation of this drinking style should start with a classmate. In the year when I just joined the work, there was a classmate who was going to study in the United States. I treat him to see him off, and all the classmates arrived. I toast a glass of beer, but I didn’t drink it. At that time, I was anxious and said: If I Don’t Drink Chinese Wine today, I will drink foreign wine tomorrow. I didn’t expect that my classmate immediately turned his face and wanted to break the glass. Everyone was at a loss, and I was even more confused. I didn’t speak very seriously. After the event, my friend told me that this was the difference between students and people who went to the society. They only focused on academic research and were out of touch with the society. Up to now, this matter has become the joke of our classmates gathering. Indeed, wine tables are like life, and there are all kinds of learning. There are some people who drink a lot of wine, some who fight for fun, some who look on coldly, some who follow the trend, and even some who serve as foil. Later, I set three principles for myself to drink: never drink when I am not the host or guest; Never drink white wine when I drink with strangers for the first time; Never disrespect the second cup of wine when people with common relationships. The three principles are quite useful. I am seldom drunk and avoid losing my temper after drinking, but I may also lose some pride and romance after drinking. Not a word: life can have a few back drunk, not drunk when drunk? How many times do you get drunk in life? I think it is enough for three times: once you get drunk for your ideal, leaving your footprints in your life; Once you get drunk for your friends and for your mood, as a man, we are also affectionate and faithful; Once you get drunk for yourself, set a milestone on your way to maturity. I hit every seven, since 7 years ago I drunk first, then 7 years later I drunk again once more. 7 years later, I just 40-year-old, 40 perplexed, buhuozhinian drunk again, after not confused confused, not kuaizai! After sobering up, I realized the pain of drunkenness. From now on, I will stop drinking for a month. 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. 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Childhood

In the scorching sun, the sky was like a glass of water dripping with pure blue ink. After dilution, it became light blue and light blue. In the visible view, there are a few white clouds floating lazily in the sky, either far or near. Occasionally there are planes passing through the high air, leaving white lines with uneven thickness, shallow and gradually dissipating. The sunshine is still so dazzling, like an incandescent lamp, emitting its own light and heat. My childhood grew up under such a sky. Now, when studying in a distant place, I feel a little delighted when I go home during the summer vacation. I am unfamiliar and familiar with this place. What is strange is the same piece of land. I have grown up here for more than twenty years, and this piece of land can bring me joy. I am familiar with the land, relatives and houses here. From now on, leave here step by step to realize the ideal of life. My childhood friends have grown up, and each of them has his own way to go, so some don’t go home. Many things enrich our life and emotions. Some things have gone through without feeling anything. After many years, the chance to pick up again often brings different feelings, most of which are positive sunshine. Because with the growth of age and the deepening of understanding, everything becomes the stepping stone for future progress. I vaguely remember all kinds of happiness and sadness in my childhood. Walking on the one-way street of life, the past can only look back. I am standing here, looking at the young me at the beginning of the road, full of immaturity. I suddenly remembered a scene in the movie. The red sun set down on the mountain, and the last sunset glow lit up in the sky. On a high and low mountain road, the two waved goodbye, waving and laughing. Now, I look at the past with a smile and see everything that say goodbye to each other. Review again, without reviewing lessons, it becomes boring and boring. On the contrary, every memory is always like bathing in sunshine, warm and colorful. When I was very young, I was not obsessed with it. The most common thing was to deal with some soil and small animals. I often went to the place where there was silt in front of my house to get some mud back, pinched the planes and cannons I had thought of, and put them in the sun to dry them into finished products, which could only be counted as models. But when the success was achieved, problems would always be exposed. Either the wings of the plane fell or the cannons fell, they couldn’t leave at all, but at that time they also played happily. What impressed me was still a time to catch tadpoles, at the age of five or six years old. At that time, the tadpoles near my home were tired of catching them. Like Colombo found the new continent, I also wanted to find a place full of miracles. I found it by accident one morning. It was a mire full of silt. The water was very shallow. What was important was that there were large tadpoles inside. When there was another companion, they stood in the silt and grasped it heartily. The water was muddy. Later, I didn’t wear the clothes, which was out of the way. These were also the inference that my father found me back home later. It was like a terra cotta warriors covered in mud. My father led me as if I had experienced a journey and pulled me back to reality. Walking on the road, I still remember the eyes of others staring at me. I liked small animals when I was young, and it was common that the newly hatched chicken in my family. The day when the chicken broke its shell, that is, the day when it came to the world to see me. Once, a chicken just hatched, and there happened to be something wrong with its leg, I isolated it separately and made a small single room, which was actually a paper box. Since then, the chicken has been determined to live with me and stay with me every day, but I don’t think so. It depends on me and I don’t rely on it. Slowly, after a few days, they became familiar with each other, but alienated from the old hen. From then on, it began to be isolated and sometimes wanted to get close to other chickens, he was also scared away by the deterrent of hens. Every day, wherever I go, the chicken will follow me. When I am outside, I will limp to my side as soon as I clap my hands. Of course, it doesn’t worry about eating and drinking. I try to feed it every day. When I sleep, I will put it beside me. Unfortunately, it didn’t last long. A few days later, suddenly one day, it became dull, two eyes were dull, standing unstable and a little swaying, eyes closed for a while before opening, patting its head, suddenly it was like waking up from a dream, shaking his body, and soon he recovered to that morbid. I know it will die. Qijia care, Catching insects and feeding water are indifferent. Finally one morning, I woke up and it died. Later I buried it, dug a hole and inserted a branch as its grave. But I didn’t go to see it any more, even I can’t remember where I buried it. I have experienced several similar events like this, but I still don’t understand why I died. At the age of school, Zeng I am went to a school near home with such a small schoolbag on his back. The school was very simple. One teacher taught maths and Chinese, and he taught grade one and grade two. It seemed that the class at that time was not easy, and I could always imagine the balsam pear face that was sent out every exam transcript. At that time, my conceptual good teacher was a teacher who didn’t beat others. Later I changed a teacher and found that there was indeed a good teacher. I was still complaining about the sufferings I suffered at that time. My moral character is extremely correct, but those who can’t change grades, just like the popular men now, can they get money for good quality? Can men be motivated to eat? Some things are not exchanged equally, so there are experiences of being abused by teachers. The pen in the teacher’s hand which had been stopped production was his weapon, which could be called sword. Even a double-edged sword was not a sword. For me, there was no positive side. In addition to the score of failing, there was also the sword which had been stabbed on the forehead of many classmates with full arms and military caps for countless times. It was really a lost sword, but it was also used by bad people. I failed the first grade exam and was promoted to the second grade. I failed the second grade exam, so I was promoted to the third grade. The secret is to get to know the teacher. Now I think about it, but it doesn’t have any profound influence. Later, I changed a school from the third grade to the fifth grade. At that time, I could be admitted, but my grades were still average. The traditional education of primary school may not be popular in persuasion education for a long time, but it is still solved by force. It still does not escape from the fate of being educated by teachers. It has rewritten the composition and Zhou Ji several times. Sometimes I went home late after school to persuade and educate me, and finally I went home slowly. Summer vacation homework is often a diary, 45 days off 45 days diary, almost to the beginning of school is often a day when 10 days, write 10 diaries every day, now I think it really makes me anxious. In primary school, teachers are God. Only when you treat God well can God broadband you. I felt suffering at that time, but now I feel it is passing by. I only feel that the experiences at that time were very interesting. The value of some things lies in the fact that the dead will never come again, and the plot can not be re-staged and changed. In the past, there was no need to criticize it. In the end, it was yourself that should be blamed. In the past, we had to convince ourselves to be beautiful. Childhood is far away, but it is beautiful. Like (prose editor: Yue ran) 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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