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Waiting for thousands of years is only for the meeting in this life. The Buddha said: I am willing to wait for one thousand years. Have you heard? The rolling waves flow into the sea, letting love sprinkle in the water and turn into a white cloud. I put up our past time with wooden boxes and set up a series of eternal paintings. Even if we are doomed not to be together in this life, I hope you can remember my appearance and those fragmentary pictures, happy and painful. In the boundless sea of people, the Crescent old man tied the most beautiful marriage together with red lines, which made us meet, fall in love and separate. After experiencing the charm of love, we can make people fly away. Love has to go through a lot of trials before we can finally get together. But in the end, the ending is different from the beginning, which makes us understand that love is the only thing, and marriage is indeed the whole of two families, so I couldn’t walk together. Even if you can’t be together in this life, I hope you can give me a corner, even if there is only a little, enough to see a small part of you. Men do not flick their tears, but do not come to the sad place. Women have tears, which can fall down everywhere. Because women are made of water, men should not easily touch women’s pain, and do not make her unhappy. Autumn leaves withered, do you still remember me in the distance? Even if I don’t remember, I will still think of you. Dream a drunk, fluttering to return place, heart heaves, read you permanent, until rocks crumble, missing and pass on. I can still see you in my dream. The familiar vanilla flavor just can’t be touched. Read your corner, your back, your kindness, your smile, and don’t want to forget you. The feeling that you want to sleep but can’t sleep, you want to wake up but can’t wake up, and you are afraid that you will be lost when you wake up. The feeling that you can’t find it from now on is really uncomfortable. Because I really don’t want to forget those precious time and those happy scenes that remind me of. Please don’t forget me, and give me a small corner. 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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The calendar on the wall tells me that today is the last day of 2009. Today is a good day to say goodbye to the old and welcome the new. I should be happy, they said. I looked at myself in the mirror carefully and stroked my face. Tears slowly flowed out. Suddenly, I began to cry to myself in the mirror. I could cry without scruple and cry bitterly. I was the only one in the deserted house. On this happy and joyous day, no one knew that there was another one I hid in the room and cried. I hate those noisy firecrackers, even fear. I covered my ears. I longed for quietness, but I was afraid of quietness. So I listened to music and the noisy sound of musical instruments all day long, which made me not so lonely. After reading the book for a while, I felt it dull. Looking out of the window, I also want to go out for a walk. When I was about to go out, I found that the Spring Festival couplets had been posted on my door. The old spring couplets have not been torn clean, and the dark red paper marks seem to be visible. There was someone setting off firecrackers downstairs, and finally when the Roar stopped, piles of red paper remained on the ground, fragmentary. At first glance, it looks like fallen flowers. It was very cold in the street, and the coldness bit by bit eroded the body, and the hands were slightly purple. I used to sell a pair of gloves early every winter to keep my hands warm. But this year, my hands have been exposed in the cold wind, but I don’t cherish them any more. The pedestrians on the street are all three to five, walking together, and there are few people like me alone. Walking silently, without purpose and direction, I also want to let myself integrate into the atmosphere of Spring Festival. I remember that when I was a child, a few weeks before the Spring Festival, I began to get excited and counted the days. My parents will also buy some new clothes, shoes, toys and delicious snacks for my brother and me. On the New Year’s Day, my mother arranged a sumptuous New Year’s Eve dinner in the kitchen, and my father put up his own spring couplets with a basin of paste. My brother and I were busy cleaning the room, the yard, and playing with the neighbor’s children. In the evening, the family had New Year’s Eve dinner around the small table and chatted with joy. However, today’s Spring Festival can no longer find the original feeling. It has degraded into a simple and gorgeous ceremony, reminding people that one year has passed. Facing relatives, I don’t want to talk. Eat quietly and sit quietly. Hearing the familiar greetings and care, my nose became sour, but I tried to hold back the tears. Keeping a person’s new year, so cold and cold. I’m really tired. I’m just carrying a heavy load. This is a lonely road, only I walk alone. In the TV, the New Year bell rang, and it was time to make a wish. I pray in the most devout way. May we all be happy. May your relatives be healthy and happy. May your friendship last forever. May God give me the persistence and talent of creation. May you treat everyone sincerely with a kind heart. May you be new always smile for a year, to warm others and myself if God can only realize one wish for me, I only wish that I wish that one can last for a long time, one can last for a long time, one can live for a long time, one can live for a long time. After writing these words, I looked up and saw the light blue and distant sky unique to deep winter, the quiet snow and pigeons on the roof, and the light sunlight. I want to go to a place where I can reach out to touch the blue sky which makes people palpitate, and overlook the towering mountain peaks, which are like Jade flashing snow throughout the year. At that time, I will look at everything in the world with the softest and gentle eyes. Postscript: Now, I stand at the end of 2011 and look through the words I wrote on the last day of 2009. It turns out that I have always been full of attachment and reluctance to things that are about to disappear. I don’t know where to hear a song, the melody has been forgotten, but the lyrics still clearly remember: Flowers and shadows enter the water, people fall into dreams, and wind and rain float. Deep in the sea of stars, there is no cold, and you sleep alone. Unbearable back to first look young, human hard to predict. People all over the world, joys and sorrows are dreams. Lonely Road, bosom friends are hard to meet. Helpless When, may wish to wind month hazy. Don’t let it down, like water and tenderness. Song, yuan hua cai yun fei. Thousands of words, when the flowers fall, the water flows eastward silently. In 2011, I will wait for the coming of the new year in the rest of the day. No regrets, no complaints, no sorrow, no joy. Just like waiting for a flower, or waiting for someone. 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. 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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After work, I hurriedly got on the bus, running on the way home. The bus was rushing forward, carrying a car of people eagerly looking forward. It was getting dark, and people who returned home on the road were bustling. They either stepped at a fast pace or stepped on the pedal of bicycles quickly. Their eagerness was written on their faces and printed on the road. After a busy day, maybe people have already been tired and snores rang in the carriage. I also took a nap. When I woke up, the night was already dark, and a crescent moon hung in the sky. The light was clear and bright, and there were stars around. They did not fade because of the small, but appeared more bright and glittering in the deep night sky. Maybe we can’t feel the brightness of a lone star. Countless stars gather together to form a vast sky and a splendid ocean, which makes people intoxicated. After getting off the bus, I hurried forward on the road. The noise of the traffic flooded my footsteps. No one noticed me, because I was as small as a lone star. However, I integrated myself into the bustling crowd and merged with them into a colorful stream of people, but it became a beautiful scenery. A cold wind blew down the leaves all over the floor. Gradually to the deep winter, I experienced several blows of cold wind and rain. Some leaves fell down under the attack of cold wind, and some were still swaying tenaciously on the branches, showing enough strength. Yellow and green leaves spread on the ground, under the reflection of moonlight, like brocade and satin. In the season of yellow leaves drifting, although it is a little cold and desolate, nature can still give people beautiful enjoyment, which makes me feel grateful for the gift of nature. The leaves stepped under the feet, soft, making people feel the warmth of the Earth in the cold moment. The task of cleaners tomorrow will be very arduous, but I am eager for them to be lazy and passive, leave them alone and leave them fallen leaves all over the floor. It was almost home. The resplendent Red Star Macalline stood in front of me. In the dazzling Halo, there were not many people’s Traces. In the diverse life, people learned to look at themselves, don’t force yourself to fight for things that are not suitable for you. Coming downstairs, looking up at the bright window, the cold on my body suddenly disappeared. The warm light! No matter in spring, summer, autumn and winter, it can always illuminate the way forward for those who go home, and bring dreams and hopes to tired people. I couldn’t help speeding up my pace. 2011.11.30 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…