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[Editor’s note] What is love in the world? It is the whispers of swallows between the beams of the House, the soft wind blowing at dusk, the clouds and smoke in the early April, the literati of different times, using languages of different times and different narrative methods, I wrote down the same touching words! Reading their words seems to travel through time and space and walk into their world, which shows a picture scroll completely different from today’s. With the gentle and delicate ancient talented women’s low singing and low singing, and indulging in the fragrance of books and ink, do you think of the modern talented women who are almost forgotten by us at some moment? Last year in Peiping, it was also the time to eat green apricot, but this year’s fate is more sour than green apricot, when reading Xiao Hong’s poem, will you also think of Cui Hu’s last year and today, in this door, the face of peach blossom reflects red? Or is Li Qingzhao’s Mo Dao not fascinating, the curtain rolls west wind, people are thinner than yellow flowers? Different terms and metaphors, but after reading, the same sadness and sadness came to my mind. This is the everlasting emotion. Literati of different times wrote down the same touching words with different languages and narrative ways of different times! Speaking of modern talented women, most people may think of Zhang Ailing and San Mao first. Reading a lot is also their works. However, there were not only the two talented women in modern times, but also the brilliant Xiao Hong, who died at the age of 31; Lin Huiyin, who was a poetic person seeking waterfall for thousands of months and had been living in the world for all ages; lu Xiaoman, who fell in love with Xu Zhimo, a great scholar, but finally had a lover who was hard to get married, ended in a bleak end. Lu Xiaoman, who had both talent and appearance, compared with Meng Changjun, who was in the three grottoes of the Rabbit, su Xuelin, known as Sherlock Holmes in academic circles; Along with the magnificent 20th century, a heart full of love is filled with ice hearts. They are frank and brave. They are delicate, sensitive and soft. Reading their words seems to travel through time and space and walk into their world, which shows a picture scroll completely different from today’s. What is love in the world? It is the whispers of swallows between the beams of the House, the soft breeze blowing at dusk, the clouds and smoke in the early April, and the love at that time. There is a kind of implicit beauty, pure and persistent. The friendship at that time was as pure as water, simple and sincere. Reading their words, we seem to return to the dream world full of warmth and romance. Time flies, and the flying flowers are as light as dreams. The word Qin Guan has been lasting for thousands of years. Women are like flowers, flowers and dreams, and talented women seem to express their emotions in dreams like fantasy and reality. They use words to explain the world at that time, sorrow and joy, present in front of us truly and vividly. With extraordinary talent, keen insight and unique interpretation of life, the brilliant women are full of wisdom and spirituality and their beautiful Chinese and beautiful articles are destined to become a perfect sound! Dreams are like flying flowers, flying flowers are like dreams [Editor in charge: Dielianhua]] 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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Black and White curve, who has fallen? Sadness in the fleeting time is always nowhere to be placed. The wind stopped, leaving only dust falling silently. Everything is like an accident, and everything in the world is just a passing scene of this play. Dear Wei: Do you believe in fate? Maybe you will say that this is superstition and divorced from reality. But I still believe something. Of course, I can’t say that I totally believe it. Destiny gives us many endings, but hides many prelude. Just like a lot of things, it is like the wool falling off after a long time tearing, pulling out many fractures. As for you, the memory between US I am actually what we want to forget. Someone once told me that only by learning to forget the past can I meet the future and regain hope and long-lost happiness. I thought for a long time and understood. However, those memories are always integrated with me like my shadow, tangled. 4 years, 1460 days. 35840 hours, 2102400 minutes, 126144000 seconds. These figures are just jumping from one digit to nine digits, but in these years, I seem to have experienced the pain of a clock like a lifetime. Feng Yiwei, it has been four years since we broke up. Are you living well these years? In those countless nights when I couldn’t sleep, your face would always appear clearly in my mind. I remember when I missed you most, it was sleepless at night. When I was sitting and listening to songs, I was disheartened. I didn’t know that I really loved I am those days, including now, and still sentimentally attached. That kind of pain is unforgettable. I know I am unwilling to admit it all the time. Who said the water is full, please believe me, no matter what, I will hold your hand. But why did you forget to say that you are willing to grow old with me? It is your own world that no longer has you. Sad? Sad? It doesn’t make sense. Yiwei, I will never forget your gentleness. They are like engraved in a corner of the bottom of the heart, which can not be dispelled eventually. What I still miss is still your hug with light body temperature and the kiss that seems to paralyze me in the deep night. The lingering on the tip of the tongue makes the kiss with the taste of wine so sweet, intoxicated and obsessed. But when you left, why didn’t you leave your last hug and kiss? Even if it is a farewell etiquette. Later, I always thought that maybe love was a matter of two people. If not one is given, the other will accept it happily. Just like you, you can’t accept my love and become a deserter of love. Run away from the desert! However, when you were young, did you ever hold a woman like holding my hand, accompanying her with sweet love words, and accompanying her across the horizon, leave the impression of your love in every corner of the world. If I didn’t see the yellow photo you only left, it seemed that I really didn’t remember your face. Did I miss it for too long? I have forgotten what I miss for a long time. For the whole four years, our memory has always existed in my mind perfectly. When I am lonely, I will think of it, and when I am quiet, I will think of it. But our memory has not yet been wrinkled, but you have already burnt the cruel ending with the determined departure. Lovers are finally reduced to friends, perhaps not even friends. This ending probably does not belong to me. Therefore, greetings, gentleness, hugs and kisses really can’t find any more reasons to have. In fact, in the past four years, I have understood that love is not long or short in time, but only love or not. In the cycle of time, I have already lost your breath, and those precious years have already gone away. In the mottled fleeting time, there are some pains that cannot be repaired completely. It seems that they cannot retreat and don’t want to enter your world. I once imagined to write beautiful strokes on the long scroll of the future. However, the back of ink painting fainted and told me how naive ,, so I don’t have to think about it, don’t ask me that I already know. Only forgetting is the answer to the story. Then, dear Wei, I will say goodbye to you with a smile. Feng Yiwei, goodbye. Sleep in the evening of August 28th 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. 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Once again, I sat next to the computer and knocked my own bit by bit. Maybe no one paid attention to it, but he just said to himself some whispers. The wind can be heard, the rain can be heard, and the world can be heard. Today, on the 115th anniversary of Jiaotong University, I saw the rails spreading to the school badge at the South Gate, which seemed to extend to places that I couldn’t see, and it seemed to be a distance that I could reach. I found the logo of 1991, standing on it stupidly, and then walked towards 2011 step by step… If I returned to my alma mater many years later, and if I could still walk along the 2011 at that time, I thought I would look back on this period of time with tears and smiles. If there is a cup of wine here, I would like to drink for you. There was Zheng Zhihua’s “Stars and Lights” beside his ear: the sky that raised his head was the sky of a man, and he used to be a dreaming teenager under the stars all over the sky. When I was young, now I no longer easily look up to think about that starlight. The moonlight in the city cannot last for years. Whose appearance is drunk and whose hospital is lost? However, the Wolf left the mountain field and was still a wolf. If the heart was there, the dream was there. With an inch of candle, burn out the young and frivolous of that year! In those years, he made his fame in thousands of miles. In other days, he dared to laugh at Huang Chao’s husband! Getting up early, walking in the campus wrapped in the corner, stepping on the ginkgo fruit blown down in the autumn wind, and those bleak publicity boards for the celebration, hanging alone on the tree. The celebration of the school has nothing to do with them. They just witness the noise. No one will remember that they once came for this festival. Passing by the bustling city, I felt lonely all over my body. In the afternoon, the computer room shuttles between many people. They clearly know that their homework and planned tasks have not been idle, but they are willing to spend an afternoon to help them what they need. Just for your smile and affirmation, I am willing to go through fire and water. In the past, I was a good guy in the eyes of everyone. I had no distracting thoughts and only wanted to be a good person. University, left too much. With a smile, most of the time what you gain is just a smile. However, I still believe that if you are sincere, you will be better. Deep, I have been used to listening to the radio to sleep at night, and the radio is soothing music. OK, there are a lot of homework tomorrow. Turn off the computer and do the financial management homework for a while. 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 am not a talkative person, so I choose to write down all kinds of fluctuations in my heart with a pen or keyboard habitually. Besides, I am not able to face myself squarely, so I hide here, which can be regarded as satisfying my desire to pour out and fulfilling my weakness. I am eager to communicate with others, but I am also afraid of the feeling of being seen by others. When I refer to Li Jie’s “dead water and tiny blue” and name it like water and tiny blue to hide my real name, I knew that I was defeated by the naive and ridiculous psychology in my heart. I couldn’t understand my own sense of compulsion, but I couldn’t resist it, so I just let it go. I don’t know if this is a kind of unhealthy psychology? I didn’t write well, and I could predict that most of the following words were essays with chaotic mood, without flying literary talent, profound knowledge and unique opinions. But maybe this is me! But in the words, I am still closer to my ideal self. Sometimes I beautify myself into the way I imagined. Even if I knew that my life was a little bad, I still didn’t give up my vision for the future. Can I understand this as I am living with hope? This is my first article here, which can be regarded as a reasonable idea for myself. In the mixed feeling of vanity and self-abasement, I hope my mood prose can keep writing mood. 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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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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Don’t

It’s almost ten o’clock, and my son has taken medicine and slept. My son was sick these days, which made me anxious. I wanted to have a rest early, but I couldn’t fall asleep. I always felt something was wrong in my heart. Suddenly I remembered that I hadn’t called my parents for several days, so I picked up the phone and prayed that my parents had better not sleep. I heard my father’s voice just after the phone rang twice, which made me feel a little nervous. My mother always answered the phone at home. Is it …… Ah, it’s an old girl! There is something urgent at your aunt’s home. Your mother went by train this morning. Dad suddenly recognized that it was me. Although I can feel my father very happy, I still feel something strange from his old and slow voice. I asked my father why he didn’t go. Dad said hesitantly: old girl, Dad didn’t want to tell you. Dad’s waist flashed and he couldn’t go. But nothing matters. I can move slowly by myself. I can cook and eat by myself. You don’t have to worry about it. Don’t worry. You should look good at my grandson at home …… hearing this, tears could not stop pouring out, spreading in my body with a feeling of sadness and distressed heart. I choked up and said goodbye to my father. It was my father’s painful face with deep wrinkles that could not help appearing in front of him, as if he saw my father looking out of the window lonely and lonely, looking at the dark night. Tears blurred my eyes again. I still remember that not long ago, I took my son home to visit my parents. My father took my son out to play. I stood on the balcony and watched my father and son’s gradually distant back. I couldn’t help crying. Dad is old, yes, Dad is old, and he has already bent a little, his back is hunched, and his steps are even a little stumbling. This reminds me of when I was young, I was probably as big as my son now, and I was six or seven years old. There was no TV, and watching movies was the best entertainment. Every time I watched a night movie, my father would squat down, bend down and drive home with my back. I often fell asleep on my father’s back. At that time, my father was so strong that he was like a mountain in my heart, which was my eternal support. Now my father is old and really old. My father is more attached to us. My brother doesn’t often go home in other places, My father hoped that I could go home often. Every time I went home, my father sat in front of the window and looked out eagerly. Seeing us, he was so happy that he looked like a child. Go home, it’s time to go home and have a look! My son is ill and his father takes care of him. But my father was lonely and sick alone, and he needed more companionship, especially the care and care of his children. Yes, I will go home tomorrow morning to visit my father! Tomorrow? Why wait until tomorrow?! Go now, don’t let love wait until tomorrow! [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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In the morning, looking out of the window, I felt a thin layer of light fog circling the high and low floors. Outside, the cloudy place is not very clear. Fortunately, after a period of time, the gray sky made the sun drop a few rays of sunshine. I felt it was sunny, but it didn’t last long. After a cup of tea, the clouds covered the sun again, as if it would rain again. However, it is very quiet! On the road in the morning, people were sparse, and the car was too lazy to run. It was probably the first day of the National Day holiday, so you should have a comfortable lazy sleep. But on the street, round red lanterns and red flags can be seen everywhere. Even in front of the shops on the street, there is a colorful five-star red flag, big and small, floating around in the breeze. How can it be lively and joyous! The elder sister called and said: Today, all the brothers and sisters went to Gao An’s second sister’s house. Because the custom of the second sister’s family is to receive guests today, which means reunion and celebration. The profession is special, I am can’t go. I always contradict with the three festivals of a year, which festivals or days, or go to work, or work overtime. Although there are regrets, just feel the joy of gathering in my heart. Because, today is National Day, celebrating the whole country! The National Day in the image is very lively. It is necessary to raise the national flag, and it is also necessary to set off salute guns, while burning fireworks adds to the icing on the cake. The atmosphere belongs to the public, and the square is bustling and crowded. People from all directions came in a rush, all shining with laughter. This busy broke the lottery workers and cleaners, and there were wasted lottery tickets flying everywhere underground. The prizes were taken away one by one, and the audience were admiring, and they rushed to buy tickets with their pockets. I was born to be quiet and don’t like to drive noisy places. But with the feeling of not being able to go to the second sister’s home, and feeling the dark surge of vehicles on the road at about 10: 30, I suddenly felt the atmosphere of joy, peace and bustle stepping on my heart faintly and coming uninvited. A farmer-style art festival is being held in the square in front of Nanjing intersection and gymnasium. There are all kinds of spots, colorful, colorful and dazzling. It was a pity that I could only relieve my appetite in the car, looking at the young couple with a sour smile and walking slowly on the scene, tasting the beautiful fruits. Yes, the fragrance of melons and fruits, the joy of harvest, is catering to the season of yellow and autumn rhyme, expressing the farmer-style hard work and the happy life of Ying Ying. Joy full! Full of Happiness! What is more worthy of singing than this golden autumn? If the dialect was not taken away by my mother, I must take her to feel it. That little thing will definitely yell at me to buy this and that, and I won’t smile. I think so. The intersection of Nanjing is a little far away, so the annual rope pagoda temple fair is not far from downstairs. You don’t have to spend a lot of time in a circle. After enjoying lunch, I set off. From a distance, the temple fair of shengjinta was full of people and prosperous. The dark crowd came in and out one after another, and all kinds of food, clothing and entertainment goods came to our faces. (2010-10-1) 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 have been planning here for a long time, but I always find myself making mistakes every time. Maybe, I should really reflect on myself and think about whether I should really think about it, no longer so capricious, no longer so naive, return to that cautious woman. Every mistake is a word. For me, it is just an expression of opinion. For him, it is the beginning of a war. I am woman with strict family education, if you don’t understand the Chinese culture of years, you can also use the rude behavior of swearing. For him, it is a place where you can take advantage of your talents, so a war named Civil War begins, I have always been the defeated General of others in verbal battles. This time, I decided to fight back. Originally, I also wrote a self-criticism which was not very good as my humble work of enduring a calm moment and taking a step back from the vast sky. However, at that day, I was deeply wronged and indignant. I was impulsive, I wrote down such an angry self-criticism, which was as follows. Dear Editor-in-chief of prose, I am Xiang Xuehai, the planner of planning department, and hereby apologize to you for your disagreement on November 28th, 2009, my sincerity is floating in my heart like clouds in the sky. My confession is as heavy as Mount Tai, which makes me out of breath. I don’t want to eat because of this, I can’t sleep at night just for the understanding of the editor-in-chief of prose. You entered this big family earlier than me. As a junior, my words were too implicit to understand your preferences and habits, which was my mistake. I will pay more attention to you in the future. Reverence for you is like reverence for ghosts and gods. Believing in you is like believing in Alaa. You are as sacred and inviolable as God in my heart. Your knowledge is higher than mine. As a newcomer, you should learn from you, take your words and deeds as an example, and strictly demand yourself according to your standards. As for today’s divergence, I am terrified. As the editor of prose department, I can’t understand that your unrestrained thoughts are my mistake, my responsibility, I can’t understand that it is my responsibility that you like to insult others to vent your emotions. I apologize deeply here. I’m sorry. The chief editor and the planner of the planning department Xiang Xuehai know that they are wrong. I hope you can forgive me and kowtow for three or nine times to express my confession as if the Yellow River broke its bank, the flood of the Yangtze River is generally endless. From now on, I will take you as the leader and resolutely implement what you said. For your requirements, do it if you have the conditions, and do it if you don’t have the conditions to create conditions, no matter right or wrong. Your words are Imperial edict and cannot be disobeyed. Please forgive me for your offence. Thank you for your great kindness. Planning Department planner Hornsey Sea trepidation offer. On that day, I took it for granted and started a new round of war. On that day, I thought that the relationship between him and me was deadlocked and neither of them would agree to defeat. Only when the leaders began to interfere, did they have the phenomenon of recession. On the second day, many friends saw my self-criticism. Some shouted to genius. They wondered, did you write this? I said yes, it was a serious consequence of my impulse. On the second day, when my mood calmed down, I realized that I was really wrong. That kind of myself had too many mistakes in both emotion and reason, so I wrote another letter of respect and apologized. On November 28th, 2009, Xiang Xuehai, the planner of my planning department, and the editor-in-chief of prose, had some differences because of the unknown incident. They had a quarrel in the group of Chinese Academy of Arts. Failed to comply with the rules and regulations of schools and groups. It destroys the harmony between colleagues and the rules and regulations of the school, and has a negative impact on the discipline of the Management Group of the Chinese Academy of Arts. Under the intervention of your teacher, I haven’t reflected on my own mistakes, expanded the situation of this matter and sublimated the plot to a more serious situation. After I calmed down, I made a deep confession to this matter. In this matter, the students did not handle it properly. The words were too harsh and the reaction was too fierce. I hereby promise that similar things will not happen again in the future, at the same time, I apologize to the editor-in-chief of prose and the principal for my disrespect. Sorry, I am wrong and I will correct it. In the future, I will be strict with myself and will not do anything harmful to the image of the school, and will not destroy the harmony and relationship between colleagues because of anything. On November 29th, 2009, the next day after the censor Xiangxuehai, I started to get into trouble again, only to find that I really needed to reflect that I was really unadorable, maybe it would be more pleasing to be such a calm woman. Although I decided to think twice in the future, I still longed for myself to cry, laugh, and get into trouble in my heart. That kind of life is wonderful and interesting, but the world is too big and the sea water is too deep, accidentally, I was really afraid that I would drown. I, who was not familiar with water, was always floating in the water. The spray pushed me far away again and again, choking a mouthful of salty seawater, let me know how deep the sea is and how ignorant and immature I am. The sea is too deep, so it is easy to see scars. Love is too real, so it is difficult to give up. I really need to change the habits of asking others. Someone told me that if there is something in the future, please tell me not to bother others, because you are not sure whether others are willing to be bothered by you. After hearing this, I began to think deeply and fell into endless confusion. I just walked a little bit on the road of life, but it was enough to drown me to death. What should I do in the future. [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. 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Today, no, now is the early morning of my heart, it should be yesterday, there is a question, I asked myself many times why, what? I didn’t want to answer myself. It was just a real psychological state. I didn’t know why I had this idea. However, maybe only I know it. I was very hesitant to ask. Because I had such a good pursuit at the beginning, and I also had a clear answer. However, some things in these days made me find that I have been cheated all the time. Sadly, I have been cheated by myself. All people can’t live in illusion, but the occasional fantasy shows that you still love life. I don’t want to live in the world that I think is right forever, but the faint pain is like a rhythmic drum beating in the soft heart. I can’t stand it and can only continue to be self-righteous, the illusion that covered my heart bed and I didn’t want to uncover once again made me see hope. However, I don’t know why I will think lightly. But just yesterday, I seemed to have understood myself: now that I have chosen the front, I will only focus on trials and hardships. [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…

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[Introduction] “I have you all my life”. Recently, I like this song very much. I have you all my life. Will this really happen? On the balance of love and affection, will we have each other all our lives? Will we talk freely like before after getting married? When the spirit almost reached its peak, my heart was very tired. Seeing Q’s message in the space, I unconsciously shed tears accumulated for a long time. Then, she called her, but couldn’t say a word. Listening to her, she just listened quietly until the tears flowed out again. She was afraid that she would feel it, so she hung up in a hurry. These days, I don’t want to think about anyone. Textbooks almost drive people crazy. Coupled with the sense of loss to people around me, I really feel very tired. I know that there are many friends in this world, but there are only a few people who can know each other. We are all children who are not good at worrying each other. When we miss each other, we always borrow a message and a phone call to convey our inner concerns, but I miss you these three words have never been said Personally. Maybe, sometimes when we say it, we are afraid that it will fail and we are afraid that we will not miss it any more. I have used many time periods to think about those people in my life who have been thinking about it for a long time. I thought this kind of miss would last for one year, two years, ten years, two decades, thirty years or even a lifetime, but we all lost. We lost in the pace of time. We lost terribly. We only remember those few people. Maybe at this point, we will win, even if we are often lost in the palm prints of time, then we are at a loss. I miss you more than ever. In the noise, we listened to the song we liked at first by ourselves, and then let our thoughts rumble in our mind, music, poems written to you, the red beans engraved with missing, and the blessings you sent with paper folding although the exam will be held tomorrow, it is weak when the thoughts are overflowing, because the heart is bigger than the sky. “Life has You”, recently I like this song very much, life has you, is it really like this? On the balance of love and affection, will we have each other all our lives? Will we talk freely like before after getting married? Will you still have the energy to prepare a birthday present for each other as seriously as you are now? Will you still leave some touching words in the space from time to time like now? This question was not raised by me, but by time, which taught me to think. However, it was a question that would take a lifetime to discuss. However, I was willing to do such an exchange, in order to have you all my life, you give me happiness and warmth, and you have a sincere miss for nothing. Maybe it is really the pain of breathing. This pain makes people feel sad, and at the same time, they are willing, because only in the miss, feel life have you [Editor in charge: Leaves] 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…