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The book is a wife who can’t leave her every day, touching her hands and reading page by page. She stared at me silently, with my mood being happy or sad! Movies are lovers, and they always come back several times a week. Every time I met, I always sat silently, not allowed to speak, not allowed to leave. Watching her wonderful performance, time went by quietly! Every time I visit my lover and go home to pick up my wife, I always whisper in my heart. Alas, my wife, the Times have changed. Look at the present era, lovers are constantly emerging, 3D and IMAX, but you are eliminated by The Times! My wife seemed to hear my voice, but she was silent! The next day, my wife went online and began to pursue the era, so Xinhua Bookstore became Xinhua E store! My wife also started to get behind the electronic screen and smile at me! But I’m not used to it. My wife has changed, but I can’t find the feeling! Alas, it seems to be the hardest thing for me. Maybe the old saying is right. Lovers are getting better and better, but wives must be old and expensive! Like (prose editor: Dielianhua) 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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Yesterday noon, I was taking a nap. There was a loud bang, and the huge thunder woke me up. Looking out of the window, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and it began to rain instantly. The rain was raging, and the whole basin was falling down. It was already 1: 30, thinking of the students, I hurried to school by motorcycle. The bean-sized raindrop hit the raincoat, which hurt a little. The rain fell on the helmet, and then flowed down the raincoat like spring water. The road next to the school was completely submerged, which was a village road that had not been repaired yet. The motorcycle passed through the pothole in the road, fully submerged half of the wheels. On the way, the students held their trousers in arms, dripped water, and moved forward in the rain. The umbrella was skewed by the heavy rain, leaning and rustling, and dared not to raise their heads. Due to the low terrain of the school, the cement road and playground were submerged. In the vast expanse of white, the motorcycle that parents sent their children to school passed by the cement road, and two fountains were splashed on both sides, the splash and the parents who sent their children to school were a beautiful scenery in the red rainstorm. The principal discussed with me: it suddenly rained like this today, and I didn’t receive the notice from the county education bureau in the morning, so I couldn’t have a holiday. What should I do? I said: Now we can’t have a holiday. Most of the students come, and some parents also go back. If there is such a big water during the holiday, the safety will not be guaranteed. Well, to quickly organize students back to class. President said. Yes, otherwise, it is very dangerous for some students to play in the playground. It is better to emphasize the safety education of the head teacher. I said. All the students were organized into the classroom, but the rain was getting heavier and heavier. God was like an old child. Maybe he hadn’t been so happy for a long time. Today, he wanted to play wild with sex. The principal found that the situation was wrong, so he started the broadcast: Teacher, classmates, please note that the main task this afternoon is how to safely transport students home. If parents come to pick up students, they can let them go home immediately. Remember, never let students go back alone. Students who are not accepted should contact their parents. I gave the students safety education such as lightning protection when they can’t walk under the tree in the rain. After finishing the education, three parents came to pick up the students. I simply handed in a message: pay attention to safety. Let them follow their parents. The students were picked up one after another, and finally there were three students left, two of whom were under fire. They had to pass the new road when they went home. But now I was standing on the third floor. Looking from a distance, the water had overflowed the new road. I dared not to let them go back. I called one of the students’ home. His parents were still at home. I said to him: Are you the parents of he Yiwei? The water on this side of the school and on the other side of the highway has been flooded. Please come and pick up your children as soon as possible. Oh, yeah, that’s good. After sending the students to our class, I walked down the stairs and saw a student crying in class 2 of the year. I asked her what she cried and her sob words let me know that she was from Hongtang Village and a left-behind child. Both parents went to Xiamen to work, there was only an elderly grandmother in the family, so it was inconvenient to walk, and no one came to pick her up. I felt very uncomfortable in my heart. I was busy comforting her and taking her to the kindergarten. I wanted the kindergarten car to send her back by the way. He Xianghui, the driver of the kindergarten, readily agreed: OK, don’t worry, although our car didn’t arrive there, I will send her home. Because it was raining, it was a little cold at this time, but this sentence made me feel warm a lot. Later, before the car left, the little girl’s aunt received her mother’s phone and came to pick her up. When I got home, I changed my wet clothes and received a call from student Zhao Lina: Teacher, I am Lina, I am home. In the evening, the heavy rain was still going down. The water was so heavy that it overflowed the bank and entered the house. We carried things to the second floor overnight. Now it is over 4 pm on June 14th, and the streets are full of water, and the knees are deep. 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…