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Into the group

Tell my friends who love literary creation a good news. I joined two writing groups. The first to join is Tencent famous blog === literature group. Yesterday, I joined hand-in-hand Literature 3 and published an article on my blog. I feel a feeling of finding a bosom friend and a home. I wrote a Limerick when I was happy; It was really good to join the group; The same interests were like treasure hunting. There are people outside the world, outside the world; Share happiness in the heart. I hope friends who like writing can come together to create a beautiful poetic future. The most dangerous thing is that I almost retired Tencent’s famous blog which had been added for several days yesterday. Because I have observed for several days, they always chat, and there is no trace of writing in the content. Last night, because I had friends playing at home, I was also embarrassed to sleep. I accidentally saw a couple of netizens. I love them very much. I joined it in the form of joining in the fun. Let alone, I don’t know if it’s right, and I jumped one by one. The level of others is high, I am right for a long time and my face is feverish. One of them, whose net name was Lian Yangqu, asked me to write a question with my name. I just played it out; It seemed that the shadow was also the film’s first line, and they immediately played the next line; If there is love, it is love. Although if the next line is received; Love and friendship are better. But then he hit; Meaning stay sun distraction hand I unpremeditated on Do Not Queen Mother broken Jinqiao. After that, I felt regretful. When I carefully measured his pair, I felt frivolous and teasing. I was just right literally at that time. The pair pays attention to harmony and rhyme. For example, Sky to Earth cloud to wind Earth to Sky. Noun to noun, verb to verb. Moreover, it is easy to read, and the meaning of connecting up and down should be closed. No wonder the ancients Jia Dao, in order to write a good article, was outside the temple gate at midnight and in the dead of night. Open the door repeatedly, push and knock, which word is suitable on Earth. Everything looks easy, but it’s hard to do. Welcome everyone to join the group. It will bring you unexpected surprises. 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 was totally immersed in a prose that did not belong to me, recalling those eyes which were once full of deep feelings. With these words, my thoughts drifted into the corner that I hadn’t touched for a long time. I thought of Yun and the painting described with her: the flute was gentle, the rhyme was melodious, and the gurgling stream was flowing, cobblestone collection, pouring with joy, gorgeous moonlight, gentle night breeze, wandering with her. You are a graceful nocturne, and I am just a low side play; You are a bright and lively stream, and I am just a cobblestone with heart on the shore; you are the silver moonlight cast in the sky in the dark night, and I am just a grass covered with wind and sand in the green land. OK, please allow me to love you quietly, that’s enough. Let this less and less sincere secular world still drift with such a moving legend: the beautiful figure passes through the halo of happy love, a pair of affectionate eyes, far away, follow her silently. Please allow me to love you quietly in this life, OK? I was totally immersed in a prose that did not belong to me, recalling those eyes which were once full of deep feelings. With these words, my thoughts drifted into the corner that I hadn’t touched for a long time. I thought of Yun and the painting described with her: the flute was gentle, the rhyme was melodious, and the gurgling stream was flowing, cobblestone collection, pouring with joy, gorgeous moonlight, gentle night breeze, wandering with her. It is not a simple sigh of emotion, but the beauty I have passed through has caused waves in my heart. The appearance of Yun is no longer clear, just like a cloud passing, what reflected in my heart was just the elegant outline. Different from the prose, I told her that I fell in love with her. She said she was very happy to pass through my heart and leave footprints, but she couldn’t stop. As I said, she was just a cloud that would eventually float across my sky. Suddenly, a ringing of the phone interrupted my mind. It was Ling who asked me why I had not arrived at the night market with her, I told her that she was working overtime without any unnecessary explanation. She finally said that you were busy, and then hung up the phone. At this time, I suddenly felt that the office was surprisingly quiet. Only the computer was humming there. The pale light made me feel uncomfortable and somewhat inexplicably depressed, I had to get up and make myself a cup of tea, trying to make some noise to make myself feel more natural. I turned off the light by hand, and then I sat down and drank a mouthful of tea before my heart calmed down, he rubbed his swollen eyes and rechecked the file transfer progress. Half of the file was left. He watched the hard disk lying alone under the computer screen, reflecting a little light, its tireless work made me feel a little tired. The prose was still in the middle of the screen and I read it again. Maybe it was because my mood was different, I just closed my eyes and recalled Yun’s appearance unconsciously, but the face in my mind was no longer clear, and the picture deep in my memory began to get farther and farther away from me. I knew that I began to feel guilty for Ling. I don’t know how my thoughts get entangled in this. Maybe the memory of those years did not fade away, shrinking in a corner and silent, and this prose just became a blindly cited medicine and took out my memory, The picturesque scene obviously experienced the erosion of time and was no longer strong. However, the beauty of old years was still so memorable, but only limited to aftertaste. Clouds, just drift over. Files are still being transmitted, and life will continue. [Editor in charge: Man tree] Zan (essay 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] the bank of the reservoir is often soaked by water, which is a large area of open land that cannot be cultivated. The green grass is like a goose down green carpet spread beside the silvery white reservoir. Groups of early starlings were playing and foraging on the grass. xin an is located in Huidong county baipenzhu Reservoir Reservoir area. The scenery here is beautiful and beautiful. Every time the morning sun comes to Xin’an quietly from the darkness with morning dew, fresh, moist soil fragrance and the tranquility of all things, it becomes a shop of emerald brocade with colorful colors, A world full of vitality and prosperity. Deep in the reservoir area, the vast blue waves, misty cloud yarn, dark green mountains and boundless sky form an elegant and interesting landscape painting in the morning light. On the water surface covered by light gauze, the early fisherman, paddling a boat and singing folk songs, collected the fish net put down last night leisurely on the water surface and took off the fresh fish thrown into the net from the net, put it into the fish basket with satisfaction. Over the reservoir area, the folk songs sung by fishermen for several lives were fluttering in the morning wind. The crisp and sweet folk songs, the euphemistic partridges crying from the mountains in the reservoir area, the deep sounds of Spears (birds), the beautiful songs of waterbirds, and the cheerful noises of sparrows on the shore, the crickets in the grass and the unknown sounds of various insects formed a distinct and fascinating Pastoral Symphony, which played the intoxicating beautiful scenery in the reservoir area. The Bank of the reservoir is often soaked by water, which is a vast open land that cannot be cultivated. The green grass is like a goose down green carpet spread beside the silvery white reservoir. Groups of early starlings were playing and foraging on the grass. In order to join in the fun, the Swallow also flew around in the low air, preying on flying insects. The mother-in-law on the shore is playing, and there are stinky flowers everywhere, with colorful flowers in full bloom. This kind of small orange, light red and purplish red flowers appeared in different growth periods, which were small, exquisite, elegant and gorgeous in clusters. The green carpet beside the reservoir was decorated with colorful lace. When the sun like a ruby ball rises from the east, the sparkling water surface and the colorful mountains are pouring fresh morning light everywhere. The new nunnery touched by the morning sun, with green mountains and waters, bright and bright, full of vitality. The trumpet of China and Pakistan heading for the county rang, the peddlers in Wei town rang, the villagers shouted to drive cattle to work in the fields, and the children laughed at school! The pulse of life is beating happily, and the train of the times is rolling forward. 1992 nian early spring made in Huidong xin [Editor in charge: Tian Shaoyu]] Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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…