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[Introduction] looking around, the peach blossom is really falling red like rain! No wonder most of the poems written on fallen flowers for thousands of years are sentimental. The song written by Li Yu, the Queen master of Tang Dynasty, was totally a sad sentiment. Lin Daiyu’s song of Burying Flowers was even more unknown to how many boys and girls were crying. In the middle of spring, I remembered the peach forest that I went to the countryside and the blooming red flowers in the peach forest. That peach forest is about ten mu square. Peach Tree branches interlaced, only one person is tall. At this time, I lowered my head and went in, as if I was in the light market. Some buds are Tingli, with buds waiting to be released, and they are shy to speak; Some are half open and half contained, with slightly exposed stamens; Some are pink flowers drooping, full of desire; Some are in full bloom, spitting red and glowing. But what’s more, the young fruit is at the beginning, and the petals are falling in the light wind. Looking around, the peach blossom is really falling red like rain! No wonder most of the poems written on fallen flowers for thousands of years are sentimental. The song written by Li Yu, the Queen master of Tang Dynasty, was totally a sad sentiment. Lin Daiyu’s song of Burying Flowers was even more unknown to how many boys and girls were crying. However, at this point, it is probably because of living in the fruit forest for a long time. I am used to seeing the colorful flowers, but I am moved by those fallen flowers like red rain. I always feel that she has an inner and beautiful feeling that shakes and inspires me. You see, yesterday, they attracted bees and butterflies to dance with their gorgeous appearance and fragrant fragrance on the branches; Today, new life begins to grow. In order to let zi shi get more sunshine and nourishment, they did not miss the elegance of the branches and did not pity the delicate appearance of the past, but fell down in the light wind. Lying on the Earth, they were still looking at the branches. Seeing the budding zi shi took his place, they smiled happily and fell without regret. Moreover, they still haven’t forgotten their mission, and integrate themselves with the simple earth in the wind and rain, nourishing their son-in-law. What a noble sentiment! Could they understand that only when flowers fall can they become mature? In fact, we should also understand that only constant pregnancy and new development is the necessity of the reincarnation and continuous evolution of all things in the world. Just like our lovely motherland, which generation or nation alone can make the Chinese nation today? I think, if every one of our countrymen is like a peach blossom, they should open it with all their heart and try their best, and when they should fall, they should fall calmly, no matter whether they stand up the branches or return to the soil, we will live up to the mission of being pregnant and nurturing new people, and then our Chinese nation will become stronger and stronger. It has been more than twenty years since the peach forest rose red again. But the peach forest overflowing all over the field and the peach forest falling red all over the ground are always in front of us like a shadow. Ah, those peach blossoms that tried to fall without regrets when they opened, can you start a new float and fall in the breeze? Now, I seem to feel your relief when falling down and the feeling of looking at the branch again. [Editor in charge: yi 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…

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I stood high and looked towards the southeast, thinking that you were in that direction. Listening to your voice, wandering in my heart, looking for it in my dream, your miss. The voice in the dream is so beautiful, the breeze on the high place has your smell. Looking at the distance, thousands of lights, is there one that belongs to you and me? What are you doing now? Do you miss each other like me? Thinking about your beauty, your gentleness, your long hair and the smell of your breath. I stood high and looked towards the southeast, because you were in that direction. My heart is pale with a haggard heart, a tired body, gloomy weather and no sunshine. The roar of the machine is gone. I can’t smell the fresh air. I am looking for a voice, working hard for life. God, God, why there are so many troubles. God, God, that care, that don’t give up. Distant direction, distant direction, your voice. Distant direction, distant direction, your beauty. I think of your appearance again and again. I dreamed of your words again and again. I saw a tired body, a tired heart. Night thinking looks at the distance, with some red light, that is the sun that has not fallen down. It shines on this land, with some attachment and disappointment. Therefore, I saw the moonlight, the lights and the stars all over the sky. The breeze messed up hair, took away exhaustion and sadness. The red light in the distance dissipated, and I could not feel the breath of the sun. In return, lights, music and noise linger in this city. This city is alive, and night cannot bring death. All this was brought with the red light dissipating. Is it celebrating? Celebrate night? Celebrate death? The reverie of autumn I need sunshine, because I am about to die, and I want to use my last time to leave traces of my existence. I need Ganlin, because I am about to dry up. I want to use my remaining life to reflect the value of my life. Fallen leaves bring autumn wind, autumn wind brings yellow and death. I am about to die, because I have dried up. Mu Yu was in the autumn wind, letting it blow my fragile body. In the yellow world, I was not alone. I release the last energy, burn the remaining essence, gather brilliance and perform excellence. I caught the skirt of autumn wind and traveled. I went to a place, which is said to be called Heaven. I feel that I am just a little heavy, floating in the world, humble and small. If the blue sky is like white clouds, I feel the color change of the world and the flood of the universe. I have no life, but I have thoughts, thinking in this dreamy world. For a moment, all things in the fingers fade. Where did I come from? White clouds reflect the blue sky, which is also idle and turbulent. My heart seems to be unobtrusive, and I also feel distant and wandering. There is light, shadow, sound and dream. Is it a silent paradise? Or the sea of prison in my dream? Thinking, thoughts are fluttering in the world with the wind, following the breath of dreams. 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…