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The night is as cool as water, and the drips of the past seem clearer in such a dark night. The helpless fleeting time, the faces of many old people, and the fervent passion of many old people. In this quiet night, I stared at the man in the mirror. Was that me? It is a pity that the years have rusted the childishness and childlike taste of the past. The night like water cooled my mind on the tip of my pen. At dusk once, walking through the bustling street, watching the pedestrians coming and going on the street, the busy downtown, and the steady pace stepping on the solid Road, watch the busy figure shuttling through the curtain of the city. The incense on the street has been green for many midsummer, but now there is only yellow elegance. I, a passer-by in this city, strolled on the crowded streets, full of melancholy. Passing through the noisy crowd, turning around the bustling alley and stepping into a park, it was so quiet that there were only fallen leaves on the ground rolling mischievously under the gentle touch of the breeze. In the morning, it was bustling here. There were children chasing and playing, and old people dancing and singing. At such dusk, I became the only audience in the park. Stepping on the soft grass, it made a sound of piripil. The grass was old and haggard. I lay on the bench peacefully, counting the clouds swimming through the sky, just like counting the fleeting years that receded from life. Close your eyes and enjoy the tranquil atmosphere brought by everything in the park. It is like stepping into a gorgeous palace in an instant, walking freely out of a curtain of elegance and letting your mind wander freely. The night like water was filled with the pain of the passing years, and the years peeled off the hot youth on the wall of my heart. Under the lamp, I held a thin pen and came back to my heart. However, the brilliance between the paper will one day become the ink tombs in life with the passing of light at any time. Helpless flowers fell away, and the years changed in the daytime far away my youth and humble the lofty sentiments and ambitions of the past. I was speechless and did not dare to look at the person in the mirror. I was afraid that I could not help feeling sad again. Night, hazy fleeting time, mottled mood, revealing the desolation like water. I hung it on the bed and waited for the dawn of tomorrow. But when my youth went far away, I was afraid that I was the only one who read lonely. 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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[Introduction] a tube of bamboo, four strings, that distant is permeated in these light and clear sorrow rhyme; A curtain, counting plum, let you exile your thoughts to the distant previous dynasties…… Entering Pingjiang Road from Ganjiang Road at the southern end, Pingjiang River flows slowly on the left side, with the voice of a woman lingering around her ears and Wu Qu humming with silk strings; The shops on the right side of the street lined up all the way, walking between them, it seems to watch different styles of pictures, just like Chinese freehand brushwork, elegant and fresh, and also like Western oil painting, which is full of colours and colors, all of which are exquisite and unique, and ingenious. Because, on rainy days; Because, with old dreams; Because, looking for the clove mood deeply hidden in the mind. Therefore, with the wet and warm memory, the thick past impression, and the faint singing of Wu Yu floating in my ears, my impression of Pingjiang Road is destined to be misplaced in time. After walking through the big and small Jiangnan ancient towns, small bridges, flowing water, people, green tiles, pink walls and wooden windows, the most typical Jiangnan symbols were decorated in my memory as early as possible, and there was no lack of such symbols on Pingjiang Road, after all, this is the most Jiangnan place. In the rainy and stuffy afternoon, after walking through every flagstone of Pingjiang road connecting the north and the South, I was thinking about exploring the old things in the corner of the eaves from those green trees. Most of them had nothing to do with history, they are all the stories of gifted scholars and beauties that I read when I was young, which are the most deeply hidden in my memory for a long time. Kunqu Opera Museum and Pingtan Museum seem to have too many traces of historical records, while I seem to prefer to find a seat casually and listen to an anecdote. Therefore, I found a place where I could enjoy tea and listen to music, Fuxi Guqin Cultural Guild Hall. A tube of bamboo, four strings, that distant is permeated in these faint and clear sorrows; A curtain, counting plum, let you banish your thoughts to the distant former dynasties, where the ancient meaning is faint, and the ancient music is Cong Cheng: it turns out to be full of purple and purplish flowers, and it seems that all these are given to the broken well and decadent Wall. The beautiful scenery is. With the sadness of Du Liniang, Kunqu Opera, the ancestor of all kinds of plays, just interpreted the classical beauty of Suzhou without any more. This soap robe is not only Du Liniang’s lingering and sad chant, but also the portrayal of the loneliness of Kunqu Opera, which is just as beautiful as a cultural label. Viewers’ subjugation and elegance are all due to its soothing rhythm, graceful artistic conception, emotional melancholy, slow rhythm, slow life, putting down the heaviness and competition, and moving emotions. Here is the paradise. Such a group of people held purple sand lamps, tasted Tieguanyin, listened to The Peony Pavilion, and their hearts followed the play. Time was in a trance. In this time like water, they abandoned the reality and hid in the past, stealing half a day’s leisure Fu. This is the Pingjiang road that I have walked through. It is still like a stone arch, like a rainbow and a fine willow, half of the city is green and half of the city is water, the pink wall and ink are dyed green and idle grass, and Wu Yun is hidden in the grid. 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…