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It is summer now! I don’t know much about these. It rains, and often keeps falling. It’s a little cold at night. When sleeping heavily, I will pull the quilt next to me to cover my body unsurprisingly to keep myself warm. It will be sunny after the rain, which is understood by many people. But now I don’t want to rain so fast! I don’t expect the dawn to come. I would rather bury myself deep in the dark night and just turn on a unique desk lamp to shine on my head of bed, showing my heaven alive! I have lived in this room for more than ten years, from childhood to adulthood. The bricks and trees here are so familiar. The pomegranate tree planted in the yard was once flowery, but now it succumbs to the wind and rain and only depends on a few bamboos. Changed, everything became strange. When people change, what else will not change with them? This house is like a quadrangle, but it is not, at least it lacks that kind of charm. It is surrounded by low mud walls in the middle of the open space. When I was a child, it was a paradise, but when I grew up, I only felt limited. At night, lying on the bed, tossing and turning, just couldn’t fall asleep. Thinking about something that is not there. A little anger sobered me up. I thought that one day, a pair of light wings grew behind me. I didn’t expect it to be as white as angel wings, but only hoped that it could make me fly. I leave this ghostly house with those who love me and love me. Even if I will go to a strange place, it doesn’t matter, I would rather start all over again! House, when there is a dispute between people under the eaves which can not tell who is right and who is wrong, when people under the eaves can not return to the previous seemingly calm between people, is this still a home/? No longer a home! I don’t expect anything else, just want them who love me and love me not to be hurt any more. No matter who was right or wrong before. They ceased to youth. The years are ruthless, and the vicissitudes of experience are condensed into the indelible wrinkles on their faces! Flowers, blooming, fragrant. Swaying in the night wind! Rain, falling, glittering and translucent. Dancing on the petals! Love, irrevocable ~! 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] life is easy and God is hard to get old. There is Chongyang today. The old are the wealth of the society, and the old are the meritorious men of the society. Our great Shenzhou is celebrating the birthday of the elderly on the Double Ninth Festival, wishing the elderly all over the world a happy life and a long life! With the swaying autumn, looking at the falling of maple, faintly across the blue-and-blue mountains, a string of sweet bells came from my ears. The bell is so clear, so earful, so penetrating, so strange and familiar. Just like the call of friends from afar, just like the message from Hongyan, just like …… Ah, my friend, who are you? Who on earth are you? You may be a romantic schoolchild, dancing ring tones with your hands, dancing in front of your white-haired grandpa and grandma. Your two yanghorn braids are dancing, and those two bowknot are flying up and down, your red and fat little hand waved the ring tones, and the Bell smiled knowingly, ringing, ringing. The sweet voice spread across Qian Shan and thousands of rivers in Qian Shan …… you laughed out of tears. You are so naive and lively, so innocent and lovely. You hug Grandpa’s neck in a spoiled manner and say quietly in Grandpa’s ear: Grandpa, I wish you and grandma a long life! Yes, today is the traditional Double Ninth Festival, which is the 10th old age festival in our country. This bell expresses the hearts of hundreds of millions of filial sons, and this bell repeatedly plays the wonderful movement of filial piety in the world, the Bell won the favor of the old man: Grandma’s wrinkles showed her praise for you, Grandpa stroked the goat beard and said with laughter; My Niuniu has grown up, and she has really grown up! You may also be at the foot of the Tianshan Mountain, Anair Khan, a gentle girl of the hashak family. Today, you are Emei, lips, long black and elegant waterfall hair, and deep eyes are rippling with a wave of Autumn Water, you are dressed in traditional national festival clothes, inlaid under the beautiful flower skirt, with small bells tinkling, and the riding boots under your feet are dark and bright. You come to your parents who have worked hard for a lifetime with sweet Hami melon in your hand, said with a smile: Dad, Mom, wish you two happy forever! You and your partners unscrew the youthful and energetic dance steps, accompanied by the fragrance of the prairie flowers, in front of the cloud-like yurt, with accompanying you to watch the melody of the Prairie singing and dancing, white clouds lining your beautiful blush, nightingale and your crisp bell, the song resounded all over the country, and the Bell spread all over the pasture. You may also be the young man of Nadam Jockey Club in front of Potala Palace in Tibet. At this moment, you are clamping your feet, riding a horse and raising a whip, the sound of the bell, the wind howling, the voice boiling, the cheering people throwing their hats and shouting: Lausanne, come on! Come on! My mother took my dad’s dark hand and smiled at the corner of her eye. Your coming mother is still ringing in my ear. Today is your holiday. I will definitely win the championship! Abba waved his whip and held Hada, murmured: This boy is promising! Be successful! You may also be the Korean brother at the foot of Changbai Mountain, beating the drum and singing the ancient orange stem ballad, celebrating the golden wedding for abaghi and Armani; You may also be the son of the eldest father of The Ferryman beside the Yellow River, in the passionate sound of the trumpet, the waves are sweeping the dragon boat rapidly, celebrating the ancient and brand-new respect for the elders; You can also be …… Ah! Life is easy and God is hard to get old. There is Chongyang every year. The old are the wealth of the society, and the old are the meritorious men of the society. Our great Shenzhou is celebrating the birthday of the elderly on the Double Ninth Festival, wishing the elderly all over the world a happy life and a long life! Let’s always ring the bell of gratitude, pass it down from generation to generation, remember the old saying that filial piety comes first for the good, love parents as parents love us, respect the old people all over the world, and promote the virtues of China! [Responsible editor: Ke Er]] 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…