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I am forcing myself to calm down and clean up my heart that has fallen wild over the past few months. I haven’t written anything for several months, but I have no mind to write, no, I have nothing to write. Why does it suddenly become nothing to write? I feel that I can’t figure it out. Since there is nothing to write now, are those things written before? Hey, what is this? Is empty? No, I don’t feel empty. Is blundering? Why is it impetuous? Maybe something has changed. Micro-blog? Is microblogging! Attention! Numerous news rank events attract the analysis of reality. The positive and the negative came together, changing the consistent thinking. In the past few months, I have been addicted to this micro world. Few people around on the same platform play scarf, so I am weaker than Interaction, just like standing alone by the sea, consciously and excitedly letting the sea breeze blow, let the skin of the whole body be numb by the flowing air, and accept the impact of a new thinking. That is to sigh with emotion that young people can’t understand the rich microblog language if they are not careful. Children’s shoes, throw pot, mouth pity, God horse, clothing with control these you only know some? I tried my best to use a few, but I thought it was not consistent with my age and identity. Of course, I set up microblog to communicate with my daughter and to reduce the generation gap. I tried my best to learn and read those new words. Even if I didn’t understand them, I would force myself to accept them. Of course, in this process, I also feel that I am less enthusiastic and angry than others in the micro world. Maybe I have listened too much and watched too much. Maybe I feel that I can do nothing and there is no need to worry about it, especially for those related to political power and politics, maybe I am the object of accountability, it is even more impossible to show where I can stand firmly. You can see that the bullet train collided and millions of people swept away the microblog like a flood. This kind of democracy has brought yellow cards to our government’s performance of duties unprecedentedly. As a public official, I am was a little stunned and anxious without any hidden instruction. Maybe one day, I would also suffer the same treatment within my authority. For the first time, I saw so many truths of good or bad words on Weibo, and my own rules were completely destroyed. As for the reality, it seems to be more realistic and more sympathetic to the voices of the people at the bottom. All of these come from iPhone4. It changed the taste of my life. Just a mobile phone in hand, can be said to have everything, enough time for recreation beyond eight hours. Therefore, it can be said to be impetuous or abundant, which makes me feel that I don’t need words to fill my spare time for the time being. What is a good life? At my age, I should try my best to do whatever I want. I don’t need to be nervous and busy, and I don’t need to be depressed because of my heavy load. There is justice but not anger; There are opinions but not bias; There is happiness but not addiction. On iphone4, playing games played by young people, you will master more modern means than others, thus leading your thoughts to integrate into the field of advanced science and technology, update those old and fashionable ingredients in your mind. People always grow old, but they are always not terrible. In the past, I often avoided my age and identity in articles. I didn’t dare to face the advantage that I was about to lose, or I could also say that I was worried that the youth of words could not dress up the trace of time. However, when the sun rises from the east every day, I always have a kind of excitement, because I see the hope of the Sun’s rebirth every day. A few days ago, I watched more than a dozen TV series on the Internet for two nights, but it was brought to a distant era by the plots. In the dead of night, people were a little empty, everything around is no longer familiar. No wonder actors forget themselves in real life when entering roles. Looking back at this period of time, there are quite a few meaningful things, but I have just entered another situation. I am a little flustered without writing actions. After all, using words to express my thoughts is the best choice, because in this way, the thoughts will have life and can continue to be preserved. Write carefully. I tell myself that because autumn is coming, my skin becomes smooth. 2. I said I would write carefully. I said this in order to let me put it into action. I forced myself to calm down for my words. My words are my second heart, and I can’t live without it. From the moment I decided to change the garage into a study, I firmly said that it was for my leisure life after freedom, and half of it was for my words, I am confident that I will be very devoted to this decision and boast. As expected, the new study I was about to have excited me for several months, from the conception of the function of this small space, the positioning of decorative materials to the coming and going of groups of workers, every day there are questions for thinking, every day you see changes, and every day you realize your own ideas. The solid wood composite floor with natural wood grain is supposed to be on the wall on the right, hoping to become the photo wall in Jiuzhaigou Paradise which is always optimistic; The large white plastic frame is equipped with electric roller shutter sliding door, which can be put and put freely, when the cold winter came, the sun shot into the room, and the old parents sat on the chair, leisurely and leisurely, didn’t I become a filial daughter? The most boring thing in life is to remain unchanged and do nothing. When the garage was once in a mess and everything was becoming more and more complete and perfect in the hands of workers, I couldn’t help intoxicated myself in the process of knocking, beating and brushing powder, because the instant changes brought me great fun and enjoyment, I didn’t feel annoyed, and I didn’t feel busy, only the satisfaction of thinking and the pride of achievement. However, whenever an idea changes from imagination to reality, getting others’ approval becomes the key to success or failure. Therefore, I constantly invited others to judge, and even deliberately listened to the gossips of passers-by, just like a public opinion assessment. For a long time, I have been collecting these assessment opinions, the purpose is to score yourself so as to strengthen your unsteadiness. I am think that a person who cares about others’ opinions is a rational person, and he will never forget himself because of overconfidence. The workers withdrew, and the work left was entirely mine. In fact, I have already thought about what kind of bookshelf, desk and small ornaments to buy. From the very beginning, I had a crush on Japanese MUJI series products, which are simple, elegant, exquisite, simple and full of modern flavor. Others said I was very fashionable, but I was a little proud. Because I always advocate the integration of personal life and modernity, life is not aging because of age, residence is not beautiful because of classicism, antique is just a historical value, however, it can’t be used as daily necessities. If so, it will only be inconsistent with people’s modern characteristics. Just in this way, I chose MUJI, not gorgeous, not restrained. This MUJI product is really awesome, In addition to being not cheap, out-of-stock things often happen. If the furniture you like is not in stock, it will take two months from the delivery of the order. Because although the products are produced domestically, but because the management is in Japan, an order goes around the Earth in a circle at home and abroad. Even so, I still firmly believe in this product, because as long as you buy one, other products will not be compatible, which is the mystery of this product. Finally, I fell in this new book room. Every time I went home after dinner, walked around the stairs, entered the new study, turned on the LED outline light, lit MULI’s fragrance, sweet orange flavor, and collapsed in the lazy sofa, looking at the bluish green wallpaper with machine embroidery on the opposite side and the TV wall pasted with brown vintage mosaic in the middle, holding iPhone, playing the game of Wind story, be the mayor to build a city (this is a fun game for me to be taken care of by the director, I must be serious). I was tired of playing. I closed my eyes and went to sleep carelessly. I woke up and forgot why I was not in my room upstairs. One day, two days, half a month and one month, I seemed to lose my previous life. I started to pick up the TV remote control board that I hadn’t taken for three years. I was tired of watching it. I pressed my chest with my left hand, I asked my heart surprisingly with my brain: will I spend time like now? Of course not! But I can’t resist the temptation of the study environment. On the front side, there is a strip of white and tender natural marble with delicate face like a baby, on which is a delicate MUJI small square clock and a transparent MUJI five-layer storage grid; the bookshelf of oak color is full of sets of books and crystal small ornaments under the light; The comfortable sofa bed and those small potted plants that I need to take care of, such as a clump of money grass raised in the glass jar, the leaf plates, thin stems and white roots of the garden stretch out into the water …… although it was late at night, there were still people walking outside the yard from time to time. I sat on the floor with strong wood texture, leaning against the edge of the sofa, looking at the carefully selected white crystal lamp on the top of the head, looking back and appreciating the floor wall like a sea of clouds, I thought in my heart: it is time to return to the previous life state, the lines and planes which are worth recalling, remembering, preserving, exaggerating and loving, and the crisp laughter and music came from time to time in the vertical and horizontal picture. The imaginary state of mind that hysteria came up with is like seeing a beam of slanting sunlight in the forest in the morning. It is really created by the heart, which can only be obtained in silence. That day, I finally found my mood in front of Nanhai Avalokitesvara in Mount Putuo. Therefore, I invited a white porcelain Avalokitesvara with a height of 43cm in a shop under that tall Avalokitesvara statue, it is on the rightmost column of the bookshelf. Every time I entered the study and saw its quiet appearance, my heart was settled down and I meditated my thoughts without any distracting thoughts. There were fewer and fewer people walking outside. I sat on MUJI’s white desk which was as simple as a fast dining table in the new study, closed the black DELL laptop, held my fist and stretched my arms, I turned my neck and heaved a sigh of relief: I finally finished my debut “write well” in recent months 2011, 9, 22 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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Dad

(As for the words before writing, nowadays, walking in the streets and lanes will be unexpectedly stuffed into many propaganda weekly about women’s health male questions, and the whole story of painless abortion. Some of them were even sent to the student dormitory. I was thinking about the misfortune of a child who was not expected to be born. A little boy about five years old was sitting on a rattan swing in a community. His small body was deeply trapped in the back of the swing, swinging around with the swing. He seemed to be thinking about something. His head gently leaned against the small hand holding the rope on one side, and his eyes drifted towards the gate of the community intentionally or unintentionally. Behind him was a large piece of Chinese rose, which was full of enthusiasm, and several dark green leaves set off in front of him. A big swimming pool on the left recovered calm after children came home for dinner. The pool surface was covered with soft light against the sunset glow, just like the smile on grandma’s face. There are several trees in the courtyard of the community that have been trimmed with only dozens of leaves from nowhere to cope with the greening inspection, smiling in the breeze. Looking at the dark sky, the little boy became more and more depressed. He even invited his playmates to KFC to attend his birthday party in the afternoon, seeing that night, which was not friendly to him at ordinary times, was a face of unbelievable. The pleasure of finally avenging him could not make him feel happy now. Why hasn’t the trumpet at the door rang yet? Looking, looking, he couldn’t help feeling angry about the bustling rose. He kicked his feet fiercely, and the swing was high, throwing him to a very high place. He remembered that man had said that he would come back to help him when he could climb on the swing by himself. He had said that. But in the following days, that man seemed to have not seen him for a long time. Unless the quarrel came from the master bedroom, or his mother cried too hard, he would rub his sleepy eyes and tell himself that his father came back. He could tell him that he could reach the autumn thousand, but he was so tired that he soon fell asleep again. In his dream, he sat in a boat, drifting and drifting. He didn’t know where he was going. He held the sheet tightly with his hands, shouting rustling: Dad Dad Dad Dad Dad Dad got up the next day and found that the quilt was quietly covered on the shoes. Then, he caught a cold. He remembered that he had a very serious cold that time. He was wearing white striped clothes and lying on the full white bed. The room was extremely white, which made him uncomfortable. But mom said that after lying down, Dad would come. He quickly covered the quilt with white disgusting quilt and pretended to be obedient. He met that man as he wished, but that man didn’t tell him any swing any more. The little boy had no idea how many times he had sat on the swing waiting for that man, but that man seemed to always get used to coming back late. He always waited, waiting, and found himself lying on the exclusive small bed the next morning. He thought today would be an exception, but all the stars in the sky were in a daze. He got into a familiar and unfamiliar arms and said a particularly clear dream: Dad, can you go home early? The man paused and looked at the little doll in his arms, filled with emotion. It was another morning, but I still couldn’t see my father. The little boy stood beside the bed dejectedly. He didn’t find a message note brought under the bed by the wind: My dear child Pi Pi: Dad is really sorry for not being able to accompany you on your birthday. But Dad has his father’s job. If dad doesn’t go to work earlier, he will have no job. If dad doesn’t have a job, you can no longer live in a big house or go to KFC, I can’t buy the most fun Transformers any more. You certainly don’t like this, do you? So you have to listen to your mother, okay? My father looked at his unhappy son and mother outside the door, with tears on his face. Thinking of the parent-child appraisal book, she held her head tightly with both hands and her body slided down the wall. She was anxious to kill herself. 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. 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[Introduction] whether you can jump or not is another thing. Whether you try or not is your courage. If you have the courage to try, you may jump over, but you don’t try, then you don’t even have a chance to jump, let alone jump over. This is a relaxing and active PE class. Teachers fully develop school-based resources and use shoe boxes as props: Use shoe boxes to lay flat, side, vertical, superimposed and other methods to guide students to practice leaping high jump step by step, all the students are in high spirits and passion. To be honest, students are very happy as long as they don’t do homework and don’t run in PE class. When the class is coming to an end, the teacher is also passionate. At the same time, he also wants to see the learning efficiency of the students after a class. He first gave a demonstration of leaping high jump, the bamboo pole was hung on the shelf one meter high. Seeing the teacher jumped over gracefully, the students cheered. At this time, the teacher said, which student would like to have a try? Then field a silence. Indeed, this height of more than is hung on it with a bamboo pole, which is difficult for the fourth grade students. The teacher shouted like this again. At this time, two boys raised their hands unconfidently and slowly. The teacher asked them to stand aside and took down the bamboo pole hanging on the shelf at the same time, leaving rubber bands, now these two students were much more confident, as if hearing them, they breathed a long sigh of relief. The first student started to run, but when he ran to the rubber band, he was frightened by the height and stopped. The second student who was a little taller finally jumped over. The student cheered again and made a wonderful sound. In order to encourage more students to exercise, the teacher added: Is there anyone who wants to have a try? After several times, only a few boys dared to stand there. At this moment, the teacher suddenly said: Do you have the courage to try? Stand here if you have courage! Just for this sentence, the boys all stood there, and the Bold Girls followed. The teacher repeated this sentence again. Most of the girls passed by again. There were still some really timid people who were still hesitating there. They turned around to look at him and finally stood there, because the teacher’s words are too weighty. If you don’t try it, it means that you are a coward and will be laughed at by your classmates, although you may not be able to jump over, but I still have to try it. Whether you can jump or not is another thing. Whether you try or not is your courage. If you have the courage to try, there is the possibility of jumping over, but if you don’t try, then you don’t even have a chance to jump, let alone jump over. Finally, it was conceivable that all the students in the class stood over and wanted to prove that they were brave. I tried to jump, and most of them could jump over. Of course, the teacher also lowered the height of the rubber band a little. The students all proved that they were brave with their own actions, and they were still unsatisfied after class, and they were still practicing. Look at the effect of language on people! A positive encouragement can inspire people, especially when a person is in danger and someone shouts like this, then his explosive power will be infinite, otherwise, it will fall into the abyss. I hope you can always hear such inspiring sounds in your life and have the courage to stand here. [Responsible editor: Ke Er]] 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…

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Water son

[Introduction]: Please forgive me for my immature words and disorganized writing. If my story can bring you some feelings, calm your heart and make your mouth smile, I am willing to do so. Preface: not long ago, I started to write about the past. I dare not speak out, because it was a period of time that couldn’t be described by words at all. I can’t change it into a novel arbitrarily, or tell it to everyone as a story, it is even more impossible to speak to yourself from beginning to end. However, publishing this paragraph is my constant wish. Whether I am selfish, persistent or overconfident, I will smile and accept it happily. But today, with an optimistic attitude, I want to tell you my story. This all comes from Qiong Yao’s words. I have just read several works written by Qiong Yao. Although those stories are just the tip of the iceberg of the works written by Qiong Yao, they let me know that the articles can be written so comfortably, fun. Reading makes people full of touching and cheerful atmosphere. Although tears are shining, the lips are raised. This part of mine is so sad and crazy. At first, just because I didn’t dare to quote, I wrote the desolation in my heart implicitly. When I read it, it seemed that I was brought to the pale yellow earth in autumn, and the sky was covered with rolling dark clouds, which was an endless sense of depression. As a result, even I didn’t want to open the file and continue to create, for fear of falling into it and being unable to extricate myself. After reading the water spirit written by the writer Qiong Yao, the sense of freshness rose leisurely. I thought that maybe I could describe a story of mine with fresh words. Today, I said with a smile: whether it is bitter or sad, it is a period of past time, a period of time that affects my whole life and makes me remember. Thinking of you, thinking of you I love, I should not be sad, I should smile at you. Thank you for giving me such a wonderful thing. Thank you for letting me love for the first time regardless of myself. Thank you for letting me clearly sink into the illusion that you love me. Your face appears in front of me, and your busy figure never looks at me. I see that your expression is relaxed and happy. I want to make you happy all the time. I stood far away, standing invisible, looking at you, thinking, how good it is, you are busy with you, I am doing mine, I will not disturb you, it won’t let your tired body and mind take care of a little me. I wish you happiness, just as I wish myself happiness. My beloved, for so long, separated for so long, I smiled for the first time. I almost burst into tears. It was the words of Qiong Yao and the words I loved that gave me courage and made me sweet. Looking back, I smiled. Looking at you, I only have one wish. I wish you happiness forever. Please forgive me for my immature words and disorganized writing. If my story can bring you some feelings, calm your heart and make your mouth smile, I am willing to do so. The beginning of the pure white love story is neither in the clear sunshine nor in the poetic moonlight. I can’t remember the beginning of the story at all. Think about it, it should be one night, or evening, maybe. I was in the house and didn’t notice how dim the sky was outside. I sat in front of the desk in the dormitory, which was painted white. The incandescent lamp light delivered from the desk lamp made the desk look colder and colder. I looked at the unfolded textbook with Blurred eyes and wild thoughts, and began to pay attention to your existence. My lover, how much I think, I am in the quiet bamboo forest, in front of the half-open screen window, holding his cheek, looking out of the window at a clear night through a hint of dense cigarette, thinking about your existence, you. If we had such a beautiful and poetic beginning, we might not have such an indifferent future. We are like pedestrians with their back. I suddenly look back and deeply love your back, but you have been looking ahead and leaving. Lover, at that time, I didn’t love you, but only noticed your existence. I just started to collect your information and know everything about you. However, I ignored that night a year ago, that understated moment. At that time, we were far away from each other. We had no ties or emotions. We just saw you, but you didn’t find me in the crowd. At that time, I looked at you calmly, didn’t see your beauty, didn’t notice your good, just a rush, a glance. I turned my head, my sight left you, causing magnificent waves in my heart. What kind of surging hint was that? I shook my head and despised the absurd agitation in the dark. Lover, today, I know that everything has already been doomed. It is a journey that I cannot escape. Thank you, your lover, for all the unforgettable memories you have given me. Thank you, my lover, for guiding my life to this day. In the first days, I giggled, paid attention to you intentionally or unintentionally, and put you in my heart intentionally or unintentionally. I am innocent and naive, with my whole body being silly, so I put you in my heart unsuspectedly. How could I think that the purity that I love has made me miserable and made me gradually become your slave, it causes me to expand you into my empty heart. Without you, I wouldn’t be so disgusted with my extreme and persistence. It is they that make me become another appearance for you, and they make me persist in experiencing all the pain and happiness, until left them. In just two years, I have gone through all my joys and sorrows just for you. Now, I think about your appearance, and the leisurely love is lingering in my mind. I put down everything, calm down, thank you, my lover, thank you for giving me everything. (Editor in charge: gardenia blossoms) 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. 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Wish me

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…