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Dream

Dreams are beautiful. I was born in a small village called blacksmith ditch in northwest Hubei. Standing in the ditch, you can see about half a kilometer of road at the mouth of the ditch and the visual distance of the mouth of the ditch. In addition, this ditch is 2 kilometers long, and there are good villagers scattered. My father was a long-time worker who sneaked out from the landlord’s home to join the army before liberation. After liberation, he married my mother and settled down in the blacksmith ditch. My father works outside, while my mother works in farming. My mother was a special person: she had almost no culture, but she was the storekeeper of the production team during the planned economy period. She is very upright, strict, able to endure hardship, and also has strength, just like a male labourer carrying a lot of food, taking male labourer points. But on our sisterly 5 PCs care. Mother advocates perfection and pursues perfection in her opinion. In her time, she was an iron woman without tenderness, but her clank and iron bone touched me. I always wanted to write about her and read it to her. But this wish hadn’t come true yet. A serious illness took away her thoughts and she would never know me. Facing her, I cried, but she didn’t know for whom. I began to doubt my mother’s life. When she pursued perfection, did her soul suffer great torture? She may be the victim of the times. Mother is also building our children all the time. When I was seven or eight years old, my mother taught me how to cook, told me the cooking process, and then asked my neighbors to help me until I could cook. My sisters were all well-assigned by my mother: I cook, do housework, and look after my younger brother; Besides cutting firewood, my three elder brothers also went to the production team to earn work points when they were busy in farming. My mother came home after the gastrodia elata was lighted out in the morning. The lunch was sent to eat. When I was 13 years old and when I resumed the college entrance examination, my father retired and the living environment in my family improved a lot. I had the honor to read books of my brothers, and also borrowed books from others. Books bring me fun. It seems that my whole life is in books. For this reason, sometimes I cooked a meal and did something wrong, and my mother knew that I would be beaten. I like to write something. In school, no matter which type of question the teacher gives, it can be related to the problem. The article has been a model essay, the article has been on the wall newspaper, and the article has won a prize. Later, because of this hobby, a person ran into my life. He is my husband, a person who plays with words and eats by words, and gains a lot. My mother was very unhappy when she learned about this. She said that my girl didn’t match him. The children of farmers should be practical. Those who wrote and painted couldn’t be used as food and refused him to associate with me. The ditch I lived in became an obstacle. He knew that I loved reading books. He often found out by Yan Ming’s mother before he came to my house with a few books (my father retired and my mother did not keep them in the warehouse), so he hurriedly took me to cut pig grass, he had no choice but to leave without seeing me. Later, it was through my brother to do my mother’s job that I reluctantly agreed to this marriage. But the gap had existed, and I integrated into the society and became a replica of my mother. I also often think, if I don’t live like this, but take the road of literature he hopes, how confident I am and how likely I will succeed? After all, I am just the daughter of a peasant woman. The blood flowing in the blood vessel is stiff, persistent and dutiful. The passionate life was once seen in my imagination, but life does not depend on thinking about it. Many years later, I occasionally had such a dream: he appeared at the mouth of the blacksmith’s ditch with several books in his hands, and he was lost and returned when he didn’t see me. 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. 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Silence

[Introduction] I really disappeared! Who will find me crazily? Who would sit and cry foolishly? Who will stare at the photo album over and over again? Who will recite my name in my heart? Who will stop because of passing by the street I once passed? Whose memoirs have my trace? Who would wake up in a dream at night and find that I am no longer asleep? On the Internet that day, a netizen asked me why you called Choice, silence? Suddenly I was stunned and didn’t know how to answer! It took half a day to knock out with the keyboard because silence is the best choice! In fact, it was also an accidental opportunity to change the net name to this one at the beginning. At that time, I am searched the net name from Baidu, and I didn’t know why I chose to choose and remained silent. But now I feel more and more that it is very suitable for me! University, let me grow up! Mature! I am still used to placing all my worries in words! I am still used to thinking alone at night! I am still used to staring at the dim light outside the window! I am still used to crying with sadness by myself! I am a person who likes the night very much, always fantasizing about meditation and work at night! I want to stay away from the noise and prosperity of the city! I want to enjoy the loneliness and comfort! Some people say that I am escaping, and I don’t know! I only know that the night makes me calm down! Some people, needless to say goodbye, have gone away! Some things are gone without thinking clearly! Some roads have become longer and longer without anyone going! In fact, I also understand that those people, those things, those roads, just those, that’s just the past. But I always look at the past in a daze! Turn around, leave, strange, disappear! So learned indifferent! If you care too much, you will always neglect yourself! Finally, I abandoned myself and let myself heal on a desert island alone! But I don’t want to show my sadness! So choose silence! Sometimes I look at those names that have not been contacted for a long time in the phone book! But I don’t want to touch them with my fingers! I don’t want to break this silence! I can only miss it in my heart. Miss their inspiring words; Miss their sweet smiles! Perhaps, it is my quietness that makes us strange! I am a stubborn girl, but she is very fragile! Dare not to break this quiet! This silence! So I became more silent!! Missing from time to time at night makes me cry! Sometimes I blame myself for being too fragile! In recent years, we have traveled a lot! I met a lot of people! But few words can be said! Because, I always feel very tired! It seems that I am tired of something, and I don’t know what it is! Therefore I silence! I really like the sea! Although I haven’t seen it so far! But, I really want to get close to it! Let My Heart rise and fall with the waves of the sea! With the peace and tranquility of the sea! It is said that the sea is very wide and can accommodate everything in the world! I really want to really want to, let the sea 1.1 point of Engulfs, got me 1.1 point disappear! If, I really disappeared! Who will find me crazily? Who would sit and cry foolishly? Who will stare at the photo album over and over again? Who will recite my name in my heart? Who will stop because of passing by the street I once passed? Whose memoirs have my trace? Who would wake up in a dream at night and find that I am no longer asleep? Only parents! Because children are always their concern! I won’t disappear for them! But I want to stay away from this world. So I silence! Let My Heart stay away from this world! Words are really a magical thing. It expresses others’ happiness, anger and sorrow, and also records my depression and melancholy. I find myself more and more fond of it! Therefore, I used it to write down my thoughts once in the night. It is really a good listener, and it always listens to me silently. It made me learn to be calm and calm! Neither accept nor resist! So silence is the best choice! [Responsible editor: 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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Break up

Let the wind blow and take away the peace of the past in the rain. Only under the same umbrella did I know that I couldn’t persuade me to stay since I was leaving, don’t Look Back. I can’t bear your tears and trembling shoulders. On this road, I turned around and hung the memories of the past on the branch to show and sell to passers——- [Editor in charge: South Wind]] 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…