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I am

I, who was born with melancholy, always lingered in the palm prints mixed with emotional lines and career lines, lost in the wet and fragrant world. The Bible says that people have original sin, which I believe. When my life Factor hadn’t been formed, maybe I brought sadness or joy, love or hate to my father and mother; But when the embryo of my life was accepted by my mother, I am destined to make my mother suffer for a lifetime, happy for a lifetime, with blood, tears and laughter. I have forgotten many things when I was ignorant and young, but I stole the yellow Kangxi dictionary from the old contempt box hidden in the attic of my home, which made me still recall the curiosity and the childish interest of exploration till now, and I pondered it over and over again, and I couldn’t help reading it. Later, I took this dictionary full of traditional Chinese characters to school, and I had been studying hard in the cold window for ten years before I gradually understood some of the words, and this dictionary, which was called antique by my classmates, has been with me for most of my life ever since. Looking back on the road, I looked like a child who was not familiar with the world stumbling here, and often fell down and got up; What I said was as light as a mosquito; What I had done, there are only two or three things that can be included in the biography, and they are ordinary. They are: life and death, and also writing autobiography for yourself. It is said that women’s beauty is too thin. In fact, men’s lives are not too thick, especially those who are born with melancholy. Although I didn’t have the danger of a narrow escape, and I didn’t suffer from any serious diseases, I always felt more rough than flat, more bitter than happy, and more melancholy than free and easy. Basically, I belonged to a person who was sentimental, blue-looking and thin. The process of a person from birth to death is a journey. When I was walking on the journey, loneliness often came to me. I felt that I am wandering in this world. Although accompanied by poems and books, the breeze and the moon, and sometimes the red sleeves add fragrance, I am just like the book of life: living away from ancestors, brothers have nothing to rely on, and lives alone. However, what I am infatuated with is my persistent pursuit of literature, which should be related to that Kangxi Dictionary. I remembered that there was a worm in the word Feng Yue, which made me ponder for a long time. Later I read A Dream of Red Mansions and romance of the West Chamber, which seemed to deepen my imagination of Feng Yue. Whether you go to school, teach, or be a journalist, you always make yourself a personality person. Even in adversity, you also believe that the muse will bless me, and in front of the girl I like, inevitably, I would show off some statements like the wind and moon, which seemed to be able to express my love. Therefore, it was not surprising that one or two bosom friends gathered and separated. Maybe it is because of literature and news that I have always been a loner and a drifter. In another sense, maybe it is literature and news. I am not alone. Although money seems to be far away from me, love and sorrow are winding around the treetop like wind, blowing through autumn after autumn. I am born depressed, but I am not alone, because besides the yellow Kangxi Dictionary, there are many others accompanying me. 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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Heart

In fact, there are a lot of things that I want to write, but I don’t know where to start when I want to write. Maybe this is just a kind of unspeakable feeling. What kind of people live what kind of life, in fact, there are many secrets hidden in it? People live very tired, and smile in front of others is as bright as flowers. When you are alone, you have a lot of feelings in your heart, and your smile is hard to show. Let’s talk about the secret in your heart. Everyone will have one or several wonderful stories, which may be deeply hidden in your heart. Never take it out to bask in the sun, because these so-called stories can’t see the sun. In the sun, they will be as colorful as colorful soap bubbles but suddenly fall down, and freeze the most beautiful halo in a flash, only moment, no eternity. What do you want to follow, what do you want to get, and what do you need? Are these luxuries of life? Including emotion, love, love and favor, it can only be obliterated by time 1.1 in the heart, and finally weathered in the heart, leaving eternal scars, with traces, become memories! I want to shout out the love in my heart and find the fragrance of yesterday, but looking up at the blue sky and looking at the track of my life, I only sigh and feel helpless, consumables of life you let us waste so many things, life is still the same, emotion is still the same, whether the dream in heart is still the same! [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. 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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School

[Editor’s note] with the maturity of campus network, teachers and teachers, teachers and students, students and students have many more topics to explore, research exploratory learning wind shortens the distance between people. No matter young people or older people, they all seem to become young people, and young people’s hope is infinite. The busy work and study forgot the passing of time. On the way to work, the passers-by seemed to indicate that everyone was very busy. At the gate of the school, the vehicles were heavy makeup that parents sent their children to school. Looking up at the scenery of the campus, some girls with sketchbooks suddenly appeared beside the quiet pond in the past and turned around, on the lawn of the playground, seven or eight male students simply sat in the green land and drew a picture comfortably. From time to time, there came joyful laughter. The Age of the pattern was full of sunshine. In recent two days, the activities of student associations have started. The active young people in calligraphy class, photography class, art class, martial arts class, chess club and street dance class remind teachers from time to time, how vigorous and vigorous our next generation is. The students who were silent in the class at ordinary times seemed to be different at this time, doing what they liked to their heart’s content. All the people who saw them were unconsciously refreshed. The school should have been like this, our school is decided by our students. Due to the large number of classes in calligraphy class, everyone would sigh with emotion when seeing the homework piled up into mountains. Since Jiajing, calligraphy has been transferred from holding it in hand to hanging it on the wall, A kind of elegant or flamboyant book is popular on the earth. Calligraphy education involves literature and fine arts. Tsinghua University is the only independent Portal. There are countless people who worry about it, but no one deliberately points it out, because calligraphy is a tradition after all, a cultural heritage of a nation, and an art that people of insight always attach importance. Each class has set up a talent exhibition bar, and excellent calligraphy homework can be posted in the classroom at any time. However, the immature pen and ink still bring vitality. The blackboard newspaper has become a booth designed. For the first edition appraisal, some creators won the prize. The cultural environment layout of the classroom is out of control. Colorful paper cuts are pasted on the windows and walls, and some classes are decorated with inspiring words, remind the class and visitors from time to time that the slogans made by unified computers beside the windows are beautiful and every classroom has become a warm harbor. When the young people in the school move, the school will live. The young people in the school have infinite hopes. The open education office was constantly consulted by people. The reception teacher was so busy that his sincere words and euphemistic tone made people reluctant to leave. Few people know the painstaking efforts of teachers working here. This may be the charm. It is the happiest thing for teachers in school to see the students who continue their further studies after graduation. They greet each other and sigh with emotion that the young people have infinite hope for the growth of the students. The maturity of campus network makes teachers and teachers, teachers and students, students and students have a lot of topics to explore. The wind of studying exploratory learning has narrowed the distance between people, no matter young people or older people, they all seem to become young people, and the hope of young people is infinite. [Editor in charge: Yu Yiqi]] 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…