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World view in micro vision

# The second host# couldn’t help sighing with emotion after seeing the public’s judgement on this event. The truth of the event is no longer the key point. What matters is the attitude of outsiders like us. No matter where you have been, we know our roots in this traditional country. In human life science, people who give us opportunities are called noble people. In a few lives, you will meet many kinds of people: good people, bad people, poor people and rich people. And noble people are like diamonds buried in the sand pit, which may make your revenge come true, or may be another stop in your mediocre life. If we put this thing into the true values, how to interpret and rely on it, unless I have the disdain and treacherous original appearance of the rich. Chernyshevsky said: confidence can bring people closer to success. This sentence was also carried out in detail by the famous works of the former Soviet Union. And the meaning of rebellion was also described vividly by the Soviets in the book, just like the lovers who had not met each other for a long time. The accidental meeting may instantly deny the thoughts of morning light, missing becomes the weight of empty bed to save dreams. Swearing has become a sin that cannot be waived. 3 thousand weak water, just one cup. When you smell the peculiar smell before drinking, why not pour out a clear tributary to change a Cup again? The same is true for things. Why do you need to wear cheongsam to speak foreign language and hug in front of your hands? Finally, I entered an embarrassing situation. Let the coat hide in the corner of the wall like a wolf, leaving only the naked personality to look extremely lonely. The most proud thing in the eyes of Westerners is that now many Chinese begin to learn to do things with the thinking of Westerners. This made the foreign missionaries in ancient dynasties extremely embarrassed. They are all the contributions of those successful people and rich people. Just like a prophet, people will only remember the time he succeeded, forget his 999 failures, and forget the truth that is closest to themselves. When inertial thinking confuses your thoughts, you have become not cautious. For example, when it comes to Henan people, there will be a lot of people on the internet who use words of low quality or even lower level to discuss. Looking carefully, there is no lack of much contempt. At the same time, it also reveals its own weight. The ancient culture, ancient buildings and resources behind him can all become appendices in advice, just like Sister Feng scolding me for being ugly, which I am really ugly. For thousands of years, Chinese civilization has gradually evolved into an ignorant Chinese laughing stem. I would rather make a fool of myself than do it casually. Do you know that when we criticize translators in English, this is not the embodiment of culture, but indirectly becoming a doorman. If showing off is regarded as fashion, then clown should be another matter. Taiwan variety host Wu Zongxian said: the difference between clown and Psycho lies in the cognition and grasp of degree. It doesn’t make sense to think about it. Why do you have to perform some outstanding talents? People who have talked about it all say that good. If you don’t say that good, even if you really get along with each other, it is not recognized! How could this happen? Maybe the real answer is just that sentence —- the gorgeous coat is full of lice. 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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Moonlight

My head is dim, probably staring at the screen for too long. Rubbing his head and walking out of the room, he found that the wind which had been raging for a day had calmed down. Night, refreshing silence. Today is exactly fifteen, the bright moon is in the sky, there is no cloud to cover the moon, no stars with the moon bright, just hanging so abruptly, it seems so far away, so ethereal, it seems to be telling the loneliness of the fairy in the cold Palace. The moon is my hometown. I am afraid that only those who have left home for a long time can experience it. Walking on the steps, there were waves of frogs singing in the ears! It made me feel like summer all of a sudden, returning to the time when I was lying on my mother’s knees and Counting Stars. I want to see it as if it was yesterday, for many years. People are always sighing about the harsh environment and the changes of reality, but they don’t know that the sigh of what is right and wrong can touch the string in the bottom of the heart more. If the moon is missing, it will be round again; If you lose your heart, can you find it again? [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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Wang Sao

End, so anxious to return home. Just lit a cigarette, I accidentally remembered sister-in-law Wang in my hometown. I am didn’t know the name of sister-in-law Wang, she knew that she was over 80 years old, with two sons and two daughters, and her husband died early. Because of the small seniority, although there are more than 80 people, others only call her sister-in-law. It is said that it is better to have an old family than a treasure, but sister-in-law Wang is not. Children live their own lives. Ordinarily, two sons and two daughters are blessed, and they don’t know what evil they have done, children are not filial. Till now, one lives alone, blaming evil. When she was at home, sister-in-law Wang often talked with her mother. Every time she talked with her mother, she just complained. Her mother was also tired of listening. Once I sat aside and listened to her saying that her son didn’t give her living expenses, I earned some money by working part-time for the forest farm, and asked my son to buy a bag of flour for me. When my son took the money, there was no news, neither did he buy any flour nor did he give it, I can’t listen anymore. I said you went to the township government to sue him. Sister-in-law Wang sighed and said, “my kid, my family’s ugliness is not in public. I am old, and it doesn’t matter if I have a face. The Dolls still want to live. I said that a living person is not a living person, and even a mother of a family (dialect, my own meaning) doesn’t care. Sister-in-law Wang said to her mother, “Ah, you see, your son is not raised in vain. Was old. In my impression, the last time I saw sister-in-law Wang should be two years ago. I don’t know how she is recently. I don’t know whether her unwillingly children have found their conscience. I just wish her a better life here. Like (prose editor: prose online) 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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Campus

[Introduction]: Summer vacation is coming, and all my schoolmates and sisters forget this prison. Who never such? I am not listed. I remember that I used to have weekends, standing in the corridor and watching the dusk. Standing in a daze for a long time, then quietly leaving. The time of going to school is worth remembering. The most unforgettable moment is still the time of graduation! When you miss it, it is no longer missed. At that time, it would become the most beautiful memory in our mind, that is, when we don’t have the wind, we will never forget… when we pass by our alma mater, we will take on a new look. Is more beautiful? Still older? Clang clang clang clang. Class, stand up, teacher is good ~ …… I remember a habit before class at that time. That voice was like thunder running through my mind. The sound of rustling leaves outside the classroom window washed the tired heart. It’s very beautiful, why didn’t I think so before? It was dusk when passing by, and the dusk was too low. The teaching building was also painted golden yellow. Distributed vitality? But now it seems that what exudes is loneliness… during the summer vacation, all the schoolmates and girls forget this prison. Who never such? I am not listed. I remember that I used to have weekends, standing in the corridor and watching the dusk. Standing in a daze for a long time, then quietly leaving. I walked into alma mater. Many of them remained unchanged, and some closed-circuit televisions were newly installed in the teaching building from the door to the above. Sneak out all night to defend the schoolmates. Ha ha, I am very lucky that I graduated early. Otherwise, as a master, I really can’t stand this kind of closed. Touching the wall, I walked to the classroom on the second floor. Looking at door. I was stunned. There is also a faint psoriasis like 91 on the door. Hehe. These are our glorious masterpieces of Class 91. The lock at the door is also broken. I opened the door gently. The inside has changed… a lot. The wood of the platform is even worse. It seems that after we left, it is also disappearing. The blackboard is still so smooth. There are still several certificates of merit of our class on the blackboard. Now there is no room for us to watch. I walked up to the seat where I sat before. Sitting on it, I feel like I have returned to a few years ago …. (hey, Li * *. How many classes did you sleep. Do Wildcat? I went to bed early and at noon from morning reading. After I was woken up, I was annoyed to lie in the slot. What a quarrel? I I am to be a wild cat last night. Against. Give me roll. Sometimes they left the classroom for dinner after calling me. Only I slept alone in the classroom. Sleep… very powerful!) There is my name on the seat, which is a nickname. I don’t know which one is so wicked. I laughed at the nickname. I still have a lot of nicknames when thinking about the once popular one. I’m not going to scrape it off. This is the witness of time. It is slightly dark. I leave the classroom. Close the door reluctantly. I walked to the dormitory building. The building is not locked. I don’t know what the doorman wants to do. Is it too expensive? I cursed secretly, fuck. Tube on him. Up or even push. The dormitory building has not changed much. It makes me look old. Perhaps durable missing. Suddenly …… the lights on the stairs all turned on. I squeezed it in cold sweat. I forgot that I used to light up for some time. The former dormitory was on the 5th floor. That is, the floor below the roof. Own a person. It is extremely cloudy. If there were no lights, I would not dare to go on–. The dormitory door was locked by a big hand. I opened the window, but it was empty inside. guai zai. Or a little unchanged. The same dirty. I remember I never stayed here for several nights. Just half a day and one night. I will go home to live in the future. (Well. I am a loser.) (Where are they. Are they all old? We like this! Go to the end of the world ……) I stood in the corridor on the fifth floor thinking about the day of graduation. Remember the day. I finished the last English exam. Most people take the exam without permission. After filling in, I will go to dream about Zhou gongnv. Until the leader shouted to hand in the paper. The invigilator went down to collect the test paper. After counting enough points, I will say another sentence. All right, you can go now and then your classmates rush out of the classroom. It sounds uncomfortable to me, as if I have just been released from prison. Classmates ran crazily. Discuss on the side of the note. Crazy crazy. I still watched them leave one by one in the corridor. At that time, I remembered that the lyrics of a song were too late to say goodbye. My classmates rushed out of the campus to forgive us. We didn’t miss to speed up the time. We couldn’t wait. In fact, we had already arranged to ensure that the holiday was wonderful and finally we sayhi, we are on holiday sayhi, let’s go to play, let’s make happy parabola fly to the top all the time. What class test? What vacation homework? At this moment, all the people around have changed, everyone who should go has gone. At that time, I forgot which woman said a word behind my back: Please contact me more, Li * *. I looked at it speechlessly. Nodded. The so-called multi-contact, frequent contact is just verbal. No one actually called me. I walked to the court with my back against the basket pole. Looking at the dormitory and the teaching building. I smiled lightly. It turned out that this feeling was mixed with some regrets. After graduation, we were not in touch. Although communication tools are very developed, they lack an emotion, the emotion buried deep in memory. [Responsible editor: sharpen a sword in ten years]] 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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Childhood

In the scorching sun, the sky was like a glass of water dripping with pure blue ink. After dilution, it became light blue and light blue. In the visible view, there are a few white clouds floating lazily in the sky, either far or near. Occasionally there are planes passing through the high air, leaving white lines with uneven thickness, shallow and gradually dissipating. The sunshine is still so dazzling, like an incandescent lamp, emitting its own light and heat. My childhood grew up under such a sky. Now, when studying in a distant place, I feel a little delighted when I go home during the summer vacation. I am unfamiliar and familiar with this place. What is strange is the same piece of land. I have grown up here for more than twenty years, and this piece of land can bring me joy. I am familiar with the land, relatives and houses here. From now on, leave here step by step to realize the ideal of life. My childhood friends have grown up, and each of them has his own way to go, so some don’t go home. Many things enrich our life and emotions. Some things have gone through without feeling anything. After many years, the chance to pick up again often brings different feelings, most of which are positive sunshine. Because with the growth of age and the deepening of understanding, everything becomes the stepping stone for future progress. I vaguely remember all kinds of happiness and sadness in my childhood. Walking on the one-way street of life, the past can only look back. I am standing here, looking at the young me at the beginning of the road, full of immaturity. I suddenly remembered a scene in the movie. The red sun set down on the mountain, and the last sunset glow lit up in the sky. On a high and low mountain road, the two waved goodbye, waving and laughing. Now, I look at the past with a smile and see everything that say goodbye to each other. Review again, without reviewing lessons, it becomes boring and boring. On the contrary, every memory is always like bathing in sunshine, warm and colorful. When I was very young, I was not obsessed with it. The most common thing was to deal with some soil and small animals. I often went to the place where there was silt in front of my house to get some mud back, pinched the planes and cannons I had thought of, and put them in the sun to dry them into finished products, which could only be counted as models. But when the success was achieved, problems would always be exposed. Either the wings of the plane fell or the cannons fell, they couldn’t leave at all, but at that time they also played happily. What impressed me was still a time to catch tadpoles, at the age of five or six years old. At that time, the tadpoles near my home were tired of catching them. Like Colombo found the new continent, I also wanted to find a place full of miracles. I found it by accident one morning. It was a mire full of silt. The water was very shallow. What was important was that there were large tadpoles inside. When there was another companion, they stood in the silt and grasped it heartily. The water was muddy. Later, I didn’t wear the clothes, which was out of the way. These were also the inference that my father found me back home later. It was like a terra cotta warriors covered in mud. My father led me as if I had experienced a journey and pulled me back to reality. Walking on the road, I still remember the eyes of others staring at me. I liked small animals when I was young, and it was common that the newly hatched chicken in my family. The day when the chicken broke its shell, that is, the day when it came to the world to see me. Once, a chicken just hatched, and there happened to be something wrong with its leg, I isolated it separately and made a small single room, which was actually a paper box. Since then, the chicken has been determined to live with me and stay with me every day, but I don’t think so. It depends on me and I don’t rely on it. Slowly, after a few days, they became familiar with each other, but alienated from the old hen. From then on, it began to be isolated and sometimes wanted to get close to other chickens, he was also scared away by the deterrent of hens. Every day, wherever I go, the chicken will follow me. When I am outside, I will limp to my side as soon as I clap my hands. Of course, it doesn’t worry about eating and drinking. I try to feed it every day. When I sleep, I will put it beside me. Unfortunately, it didn’t last long. A few days later, suddenly one day, it became dull, two eyes were dull, standing unstable and a little swaying, eyes closed for a while before opening, patting its head, suddenly it was like waking up from a dream, shaking his body, and soon he recovered to that morbid. I know it will die. Qijia care, Catching insects and feeding water are indifferent. Finally one morning, I woke up and it died. Later I buried it, dug a hole and inserted a branch as its grave. But I didn’t go to see it any more, even I can’t remember where I buried it. I have experienced several similar events like this, but I still don’t understand why I died. At the age of school, Zeng I am went to a school near home with such a small schoolbag on his back. The school was very simple. One teacher taught maths and Chinese, and he taught grade one and grade two. It seemed that the class at that time was not easy, and I could always imagine the balsam pear face that was sent out every exam transcript. At that time, my conceptual good teacher was a teacher who didn’t beat others. Later I changed a teacher and found that there was indeed a good teacher. I was still complaining about the sufferings I suffered at that time. My moral character is extremely correct, but those who can’t change grades, just like the popular men now, can they get money for good quality? Can men be motivated to eat? Some things are not exchanged equally, so there are experiences of being abused by teachers. The pen in the teacher’s hand which had been stopped production was his weapon, which could be called sword. Even a double-edged sword was not a sword. For me, there was no positive side. In addition to the score of failing, there was also the sword which had been stabbed on the forehead of many classmates with full arms and military caps for countless times. It was really a lost sword, but it was also used by bad people. I failed the first grade exam and was promoted to the second grade. I failed the second grade exam, so I was promoted to the third grade. The secret is to get to know the teacher. Now I think about it, but it doesn’t have any profound influence. Later, I changed a school from the third grade to the fifth grade. At that time, I could be admitted, but my grades were still average. The traditional education of primary school may not be popular in persuasion education for a long time, but it is still solved by force. It still does not escape from the fate of being educated by teachers. It has rewritten the composition and Zhou Ji several times. Sometimes I went home late after school to persuade and educate me, and finally I went home slowly. Summer vacation homework is often a diary, 45 days off 45 days diary, almost to the beginning of school is often a day when 10 days, write 10 diaries every day, now I think it really makes me anxious. In primary school, teachers are God. Only when you treat God well can God broadband you. I felt suffering at that time, but now I feel it is passing by. I only feel that the experiences at that time were very interesting. The value of some things lies in the fact that the dead will never come again, and the plot can not be re-staged and changed. In the past, there was no need to criticize it. In the end, it was yourself that should be blamed. In the past, we had to convince ourselves to be beautiful. Childhood is far away, but it is beautiful. 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…