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Birthday

[Introduction] I left in a hurry and there was still a familiar face not far away. The aunt of the same village who hadn’t entered the city for a long time told me that there was a car coming back to the village. They kindly greeted me to go with me, so I followed them and, there was another familiar face on a motorcycle coming out through the gate of this council. The village where I lived for a long time was empty. The whole brain buried all my desires. Unconsciously, I came to my annual birthday again. I felt inexplicable panic in my heart and my only thought was to go out for a walk. I’m afraid that if I don’t go out for a walk, 2010 will never go out. With endless thoughts on my back, I walked out of the station where I had lived for nearly ten years. Today I have a good excuse: to study in the county. Standing on the deserted street, I waved my hands aimlessly and stopped a dragon horse car in front of me. The door opened. I asked: go to the county, right? Driver: Yes. It took me a lot of effort to climb into the high driving room with a crossbow, and I didn’t know whether it was self-mockery for myself or a defense murmured: I haven’t been in this kind of car for a long time, so I can hardly climb. Then he asked the driver loudly: Do you want money? The driver answered loudly and simply: No. I am not polite: Thank you. The study was finished soon, but I couldn’t adapt to the county town. There were construction sites everywhere, either road building or house building. It was said that: old city transformation. I don’t know what the old city is and what the new city is. It seems that the buildings in this place have never stopped. I thought that the county I yearned for would enrich my empty brain. Standing on the familiar but unfamiliar street, my brain became more empty, lost, unable to find the North, I took out my mobile phone to find the lost memory. As soon as her friend hadn’t got married, I saw her black blue silk mixed with white hair. Her face, which was once a school Flower, is now thin and vicissitudes. She just bought out her job at 30,000 yuan a few days before she graduated from college in 1994; my second friend was still washing dishes and cooking in the kindergarten, and her monthly salary was 600 yuan. After finishing the work in the kindergarten, she took a rest after taking medicine and went to do hourly work. It was said that she could earn another 500 yuan per month, I have no better reason to persuade her to have more rest, just because her two beautiful and lovely daughters go to school while doing tutoring and working in a university, it has been 18 years since her husband’s father and child’s car accident. The kindergarten was holding a sports meeting, and the baby and parents were playing together. I gave the camera to the photographer who was shooting the video, and suddenly turned around, a familiar figure shocked me, the person in front of me looked at me inexplicably with the child in his arms. I calmed down and said to her kindly: Your child is very beautiful. When she finally understood who I was, she turned around and walked away with the child in her arms. It took 365 days a year. Why didn’t I meet the child’s second mother, second sister or third sister and fourth mother for only two days in the city? I remembered what my ex-husband said to others: my wives are younger and more beautiful, each of them has been for six years. Counting by fingers, these four mothers have been six years. I wanted to see the former mother-in-law, but I couldn’t resist the gossip. I stopped in panic and stopped in the zebra crossing under the cross road lipstick lamp. In front of me was the car number of the police station next to the station. Didn’t it go to hell? The familiar faces inside the car made me understand that it was not a ghost, but a human. I left in a hurry and there was still a familiar face not far away. The aunt of the same village who hadn’t entered the city for a long time told me that there was a car coming back to the village. They kindly greeted me to go with me, so I followed them, there was another familiar face on a motorcycle coming out through the gate of this council. Although she was wearing a helmet, I still saw her smiling at me, many years ago, she also told me with such a smile: you can work in the bureau without going to the countryside. But she is my former sister-in-law, so I went to work in the countryside. I followed my two aunts in the same village for the ride. After three kilometers, I saw the driver of the ride gambling, A room full of smoke on the table the gamblers who raised up their money shouted a lot of money in front of the gambling with passion. He looked back at us calmly and said calmly: I will not go back to the village today. Looking at the rich women who lived on the first floor and rented two or three buildings as gambling money on the three-kilometer roadside, the two aunts were very unhappy and sighed with emotion, in order to save more than ten yuan, the helpless journey of about three kilometers is continuing, the two aunts and I walked back to the station and luckily took the last bus back to the village. On the bus, my cell phone rang and stopped, it rang again when I was about to pick up. It was the cook. I called back and the Cook said, “I asked you if you want to cook. I said: I want it. When I went back to the station and turned on the computer, I received a hundred birthday gifts. After dinner, I walked out of the door to continue my memories during the day and felt the pain of three or four blisters on the disappointing feet, with the cold north wind blowing, I shouted happy birthday. After a three-kilometer round trip, I went back to the small room and found a series of missed calls left on my desk. Did they all wish me a happy birthday? Whether it is or not, I wish those who read the article: Happy life every day! [Responsible editor: yi er]] Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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. 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Water floating

Your dream is so beautiful and memorable, but life is so realistic. No one can stop the hurried steps of time. Fade away the traces of memory, or fade away the steps of life. Perhaps, there is no more colorful rainbow than giving birth. Maybe there is no more lasting eternity than love. Death is not terrible. What I am afraid of is leaving silently. Who left your footprints in the world. Whose memory is spreading your story. Turn around and keep your face. Your smile is deeply engraved in the life of my memory. 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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On temperature

Beautiful Radian are graves. The starting point is the horizon, reaching the vertex through Radian, folding down, and then returning to the horizon. Think about the compatriots who died in 7.23. Aren’t they buried in graves? It shouldn’t have been buried. Because their radian is not the vertex. Perhaps, sitting on the flying train, they are in a dream, intoxicated with their own upward. But raining down. Radian is a kind of power. It is said that bows and arrows are made according to the principle of Radian, and God gave them to Kuafu. Kuafu shot eight of the nine suns in the sky, and the world was balanced. The dead has passed away, but the radian still exists. Beautiful Radian are graves. It will give strength to the living. There is a bow between heaven and earth. As long as you put on the arrow, pull the radian, and the arrow is in the string, send out! There must be a starting point, a vertex, and a landing point. May the dead rest in peace! Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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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Small Ling

A wisp of light wind blew through, and a few willows outside the window shook back and forth, looking a little itchy, but also a little excited; Light a cigarette, let it burn quietly, bend up, like a graceful woman, Dancing with the wind, and like a swan with long feet, singing lightly with a pointed beak. There has never been such quietness. Life is as plain as water and there are few waves. However, my thoughts seem to be gradually weak. I don’t want to think more and can’t move. I really agree with that sentence. Everything is floating clouds! It seems that this kind of mood should go to meditation, find Dharma patriarch to lead some scriptures, find some cause and effect of previous life; And also want to study Maya civilization, see if there is reincarnation in the world, and ask if 2012 can come, maybe you can know her in the next life in advance! Hehe, I don’t know what the state is, whether to smile in the face of the prosperity of the world, or turn a blind eye to it? Or is it like me, sitting in the spring, not enjoying at all; Stepping on the river, not getting drunk? Or as friends say, you and I are passers-by, everything is cloud and smoke! 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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Miss

After work, I packed up my things and went out. The night had already begun. The driveway was still crowded. There seemed to be a little more people waiting for the bus on the platform than usual, and there was a layer of mist under the dark night sky than usual, it was a little cool, and there was a sense of melancholy in my heart. Suddenly I didn’t like this city. I didn’t like to wait for work and work every day, crowded buses, and the crowded roads, I don’t like this fast-paced life, and gradually I don’t like it here. I began to miss you of yy again. I miss my life in yy. I will turn over my memory and review it again, I miss that I used to go back to the dormitory to read novels when I was full in yy or stand on the balcony to watch a group of young people playing basketball on the playground, and occasionally I can’t afford to watch and run to participate with a ball, I miss the joy of our group of people riding bicycles and shuttling through the traffic flow, taking a walk to the park to see the scenery, we miss the previous people competing to watch TV with remote control, and we miss a group of people going shopping with great enthusiasm, I got along with each other day and night, and missed the dormitory with continuous laughter. In order to follow Ke’s footsteps, he chose to leave yy, you and the familiar city. My colleague’s residence here is far away and distributed in every corner of the city. Except for work exchanges, everyone hurried back to their own homes after work, I can’t find the scene where my former colleagues played recklessly. It has been more than a year since I left yy unknowingly and came to this city. I have never met a girl as straightforward, frank and unsociable as you do, nor have I ever chattered like that, I feel that my language ability is getting lower and lower. Life is always making decisions. If you have something, you have to give up! Miss…………….. 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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Preference

The New Year’s Eve 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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Personal

[Editor’s note]: a person is cruising in a troubled city. More or less there are some helplessness and sorrows. Use simple words to open your heart and light words to record sadness. If the city breaks again, my thoughts are so long. Welcome the author to prose online and look forward to your further contribution. (1) at that time, I always thought that the whole life would be long, and the mottled brick walls began to grow covered with moss. And I can no longer remember how many things I wrote have fulfilled. The winter of this city is approaching, and my idea of going to Shanghai is becoming stronger and stronger. I began to expect to meet a sudden heavy snow in the Bund. Wait and see in the posture of worshiping, just like looking up at the 21 years slowly passing by in my life, as strong and heavy as the old phonograph. The book says that every city will be a mark, so I leave a ticket for every trip. From Quanzhou to Fuzhou, there is only No Subway in the southern city and no coffee shop open to dawn. In L’s words, these things have been blank in my annual rings for 21 degrees in spring and autumn. (Ii) if the emotion for a city can be exiled to every migration, then when waving goodbye to GG, the plane I looked up and saw moved me more than the whistle of the oil tanker in the middle of the night on the Huangpu River. The hands I held, the farewell again …… life is still as usual, you may have forgotten many words I said, and I remember every word you told me. The ridiculous thing is that you will return to your life track with immature childishness, while I am still persistent …… at Jinshan bus terminal where sunshine runs through, I found the only one in this city. A all-night bus. The first class is 22:00 and the last class is 6:00. I like this kind of day and night subversion, and there is no difference between longitude and latitude. The fact of astonishment is just like Fuzhou in the South. We can’t find the trace of autumn in this city. Maybe many times, some things are doomed to be incomprehensible. Go or leave. Migration is a pool of swamps, and every step you take is an addiction. (3) maybe because of being good at forgetfulness, I began to get used to measuring the passing of time by the arrival or departure of a person. It has been half a year since I drove the city from the hot heat to the cold H, so I took the bus which was difficult to wait for 961 for half a year. I realized that what I feared three years ago was still in fear when I broke into the single-plank bridge again. Things have changed, but now the instant nestle under the desk lamp can no longer drink the smell five years ago. [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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Qingming

Cold food flavor during Qingming Festival, Qingshan mirror water meson push. How much sea heaven, Chinese people Nianzu send back. Although I wrote poems for the sake of public space, I knew there were still many words to say, but I just didn’t know how to express them, but this year’s Qingming Festival really made me depressed. Before the Tomb-Sweeping Day, some people in the Nature Poetry Society sent poems early, and the works of anger also took the lead. After that, he wrote poems, but he was always unhappy and didn’t get any secret. Finally, I came back to the reality, took care of myself, and managed the artistic conception I pursued. I really don’t want to write poems. When I got home, my family had a senior three girl, so I found a book “Where is the beauty” written by an Yiru, and recommended it to me. Mom, most of the books written by an Yiru studied classics and had my own opinions. But I was also attracted by the fresh and beautiful words, and unconsciously forgot the time. It can be said that the three-day leave is released in advance, so when it comes to Qingming Festival, my daughter will start school in the afternoon, and it is natural for her father to go back to see her mother alone. When I came back, it was very late. Looking at the big and small bags, I didn’t smile. It turned out that the grandmother of the child had packed the yuan in her hometown and put them in the refrigerator for a long time. Some of the yuan were turned into stones, there are also two bags of pancakes, one bag of egg cakes, a generation of naked oats cakes, and another box of eggs. I was about to sigh the warmth of my mother-in-law, but my husband frowned and kept complaining: nothing to do, nothing to do, nothing to do, really nothing to do, I also bought glutinous rice bread and round seeds, I don’t know when to pack them, keep it frozen in the refrigerator! You want to spread the cake, here. Throw it on the table. Hearing this, I hurried to order the dumplings, but at first glance, each of them was as big as duck eggs. I really didn’t know how to order them well. I poured boiling water into the pot and rested one by one. The pot was not big, it will be full after five or six, but if you want to divide two pots, no one will eat it, just boil it in one pot. After cooking half of it, the problem came. Although it kept stirring, it still stung the bottom of the pot, reluctantly shouting: how can it be considered ripe? How can I be familiar with it? You look. My husband saw it, and quickly divided two pots, complaining angrily, it was another pot! I was extremely reluctant to listen to him, knowing that he was always talking endlessly. I kept silent and just hid aside. Looking back, I think my husband must be tired. After watching TV for a while, I felt dry mouth and tongue, so I wanted to drink some soup, so I went to the kitchen to watch it again. There was a lot of soup, but I couldn’t see the shape of the round. A bowl of three or four is very full, just spread the cake, but found some shallots with roots, don’t want to eat, but there is no better seasoning, pick out the shallots, continue to eat, full of scallion Kong-style. Looking at the eggs that had not been eaten before and the newly brought eggs piled up together, I thought that I must go back next Qingming Festival. [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…