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Night

Life is like a song, years dream. In order to live, I traveled all day in a hurry. I haven’t tasted the scenery of the past, and it has been half a century unconsciously. Only in the evening can I have my imaginary dreams and colorful world. Night, beautiful! I like! At dusk, I went to the small riverside in the wild, when the smoke from the kitchen was fierce and the owl was dancing, when the birds were roaring back to their nests, let my heart stay in the sunset, look at the bright sunset glow fading away gradually, and look at the approaching slowly at dusk that day. Let your thoughts fly freely, feel relaxed and happy, and stroll leisurely along the green grass along the country road. Let the fragrance of fragrant grass devour my heart, let the breeze gently blow on my body, let the gurgling water of the river flow my pulse feelings, let the dreamy feelings swing in the night sky, let yourself fully expose your ardent mind, let the pure, quiet, cozy, the joyful scene hit my chest, feeling the nothingness, drift, emptiness ………. the night is so quiet, but it can’t comfort my wandering heart, the dark night sky permeated my wandering heart all the time. A Phantom, like mine …… can’t escape from the temptation of that deep love. Therefore, a wandering heart rose in the night sky with the gentle wind. Driving the clouds in the boundless night sky seriously, carefully looking for your trace, your voice. However, in the silent night sky, there were clouds of Sorrow everywhere, shaking off the fear of sadness everywhere, and fragments of heart flew in the air, waving one after another, the ghost of love wantonly climbed into my eyes, confused my eyes. I thought your warmth was so close, so realistic, and your tenderness was just around me. How many times have your devout soul passed by me, and how many times have touched my fervent desire. For you, for the heaven full of roses, for the desire in your heart. I made up my mind to climb up in the sky to look for it. I have been to many places, floating over mountains, over seas, over the ends of the world and the corners of the sea. How can I only hear your soul singing, but I don’t know which corner you are hiding in? Is your soul floating in the night sky? The night is so quiet, the heart is so empty, and the thoughts are still wandering in the night. The sincere greetings once were nothing, the warm feelings once were empty, and the hands held tightly were empty. At this moment, I want to throw away all my worries and pains. Gather joy, turn the dark night into the morning light, gather the fragments of the soul together, and truly embrace you. In this gentle night, in this heaven of love, no longer let the heart drift……….. [Responsible editor: 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…

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Time

Finally, it was sunny after rain, but there was still a little cool breeze. The figure on the playground was sparse. I walked alone on the rubber road which looked like red soil. The fluffy sun shed soft brilliance and hit the wide football field feebly. It seemed that I could smell the faint scent of shallow grass. One or two pieces of golden sunshine fell on my eyelashes vaguely, it seems to take me into the dreamy fairy tale world. But at this moment, I am still lonely and sad. It seems that I have seen the passing youth and the passing time in the crack of sunshine. The days always follow the sun unhurriedly, from east to west, from beginning to end. In a trance, I feel that a day is just a moment, and I walk too hastily, that I didn’t have time to see it clearly. One day, two days, countless days add up to my youth! When youth slips away quietly, we feel heartbroken for its gone forever. We can only look for fragments of memories in the empty shell built by years. A trace of wind blew into my coat and into my chest, which seemed to be able to represent the memories and years like wind in my chest, and the afterglow of the sunset that had passed away. Looking back on the vast 18 years, I have been ignorant for ten years and decadent for seven years. Only one year can I calm down and study. Time is like the sparkling water under the moonlight, which can always make some shadows. These shadows are either sad or happy, or indulgence or efforts. Time is like the annual rings embedded in the years, painting the pale years circle by Circle, recording the blank past. I walked alone, smelling the fragrance of Asakusa in the air. The memories kept jumping frames in my mind, like the fast shot in the movie, from primary school to junior high school, from junior high school to senior high school, from high school to now, the speed is amazing. How did I am come step by step? The past was really like a broken dream, which suddenly disappeared without a trace, and the memory was all blurred! At this moment, I felt melancholy once again in my heart. I stopped my steps and did not dare to move, fearing that sadness would overflow all over the place. Looking around, it is really a rare good weather in winter, but there is always an unspeakable coolness in this weather. I often strolled on the hard cement road of the campus, and also walked under the dim street lamps on the street. Sometimes I also paced on the white floor of the dormitory, but I was not as sad as today, maybe it is because of the cold air brought by winter, just like seeing the illusion of years in the air, blowing into my chest one by one with the wind. 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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Thanksgiving

[Introduction] life is easy and God is hard to get old. There is Chongyang today. The old are the wealth of the society, and the old are the meritorious men of the society. Our great Shenzhou is celebrating the birthday of the elderly on the Double Ninth Festival, wishing the elderly all over the world a happy life and a long life! With the swaying autumn, looking at the falling of maple, faintly across the blue-and-blue mountains, a string of sweet bells came from my ears. The bell is so clear, so earful, so penetrating, so strange and familiar. Just like the call of friends from afar, just like the message from Hongyan, just like …… Ah, my friend, who are you? Who on earth are you? You may be a romantic schoolchild, dancing ring tones with your hands, dancing in front of your white-haired grandpa and grandma. Your two yanghorn braids are dancing, and those two bowknot are flying up and down, your red and fat little hand waved the ring tones, and the Bell smiled knowingly, ringing, ringing. The sweet voice spread across Qian Shan and thousands of rivers in Qian Shan …… you laughed out of tears. You are so naive and lively, so innocent and lovely. You hug Grandpa’s neck in a spoiled manner and say quietly in Grandpa’s ear: Grandpa, I wish you and grandma a long life! Yes, today is the traditional Double Ninth Festival, which is the 10th old age festival in our country. This bell expresses the hearts of hundreds of millions of filial sons, and this bell repeatedly plays the wonderful movement of filial piety in the world, the Bell won the favor of the old man: Grandma’s wrinkles showed her praise for you, Grandpa stroked the goat beard and said with laughter; My Niuniu has grown up, and she has really grown up! You may also be at the foot of the Tianshan Mountain, Anair Khan, a gentle girl of the hashak family. Today, you are Emei, lips, long black and elegant waterfall hair, and deep eyes are rippling with a wave of Autumn Water, you are dressed in traditional national festival clothes, inlaid under the beautiful flower skirt, with small bells tinkling, and the riding boots under your feet are dark and bright. You come to your parents who have worked hard for a lifetime with sweet Hami melon in your hand, said with a smile: Dad, Mom, wish you two happy forever! You and your partners unscrew the youthful and energetic dance steps, accompanied by the fragrance of the prairie flowers, in front of the cloud-like yurt, with accompanying you to watch the melody of the Prairie singing and dancing, white clouds lining your beautiful blush, nightingale and your crisp bell, the song resounded all over the country, and the Bell spread all over the pasture. You may also be the young man of Nadam Jockey Club in front of Potala Palace in Tibet. At this moment, you are clamping your feet, riding a horse and raising a whip, the sound of the bell, the wind howling, the voice boiling, the cheering people throwing their hats and shouting: Lausanne, come on! Come on! My mother took my dad’s dark hand and smiled at the corner of her eye. Your coming mother is still ringing in my ear. Today is your holiday. I will definitely win the championship! Abba waved his whip and held Hada, murmured: This boy is promising! Be successful! You may also be the Korean brother at the foot of Changbai Mountain, beating the drum and singing the ancient orange stem ballad, celebrating the golden wedding for abaghi and Armani; You may also be the son of the eldest father of The Ferryman beside the Yellow River, in the passionate sound of the trumpet, the waves are sweeping the dragon boat rapidly, celebrating the ancient and brand-new respect for the elders; You can also be …… Ah! Life is easy and God is hard to get old. There is Chongyang every year. The old are the wealth of the society, and the old are the meritorious men of the society. Our great Shenzhou is celebrating the birthday of the elderly on the Double Ninth Festival, wishing the elderly all over the world a happy life and a long life! Let’s always ring the bell of gratitude, pass it down from generation to generation, remember the old saying that filial piety comes first for the good, love parents as parents love us, respect the old people all over the world, and promote the virtues of China! [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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Shadow

Is the mood of “I am here alone, silent” The feeling in my heart? I don’t know. I am willing to be Baidu. The answers given are various and unsightly. I don’t know how to describe this kind of feeling. I just feel my heart hurt a little bit and the whole sky is gloomy and turbid. You, wearing a dazzling yellow T-shirt and a pure black coat, said you didn’t want any bangs. Bangs are sad shadows. You, quiet, just trying to make the pen tip and the white paper rub into a happy melody, you listen to Sun Yanzi’s “180” over and over again, how to measure sadness, sitting face to face feels cold to the bone, the frozen eyelashes cannot be blinked, and the lips have turned blue. You don’t know not only feelings, but also life. You stumble, you stumble down, you lie down, look down at the sky, miss the sea, you say you don’t understand, don’t know how to end. “Life, Life” has no idea how to continue? Confusion and panic have been rampant, and I want to live a easier and easier life. However, fate does not give you such opportunities, and I am used to giving you endless torture from beginning to end, then clapping hands in the auditorium? Or is this destiny? Confused, Ji Lao’s random record “fate and destiny” can no longer answer questions. Therefore, the only solution is to immerse the soul in the sea, wash and purify, let the waves beat and wash endlessly. Return a piece of white paper of life, and then give you the right to rewrite the writing, whether it is wild grass or flying, the right is controlled by one person… What grows old is not appearance, but mood. “If you can’t solve it, let the wind take it away, and then, quiet” wants to be quiet and have no fight with the world, no longer think about those tedious things, release yourself, release yourself, instead of relying on those unrealistic things or anyone’s assistance and sympathy. No one can help anyone, because everyone is also buried in the abyss and cannot save himself, let alone save him? Withthewind,Allgone. “So, life” Therefore, the Buddha said that when a person comes to this world, he is constantly suffering from Sufferings. Then, he has an epiphany. Then, Bodhi Mingjing stand is free… Therefore, it is not him, she or it that leads to this step. What is needed is an opportunity for insight. Then, convert, under the Bodhi tree, the heart is like a mirror. 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…