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June 1st, Children’s Day, Happy amount. I gave myself a big smile in the mirror, trying to say forgiveness. After staying at home for several months, I made myself look like an old woman living in a simple house, casually tied up hair and casually dressed. Let Xiao Ji shout again and again. Oh, mirror, what are you doing? I pretended not to see her exaggerated expression by making myself look like this. After she left, she didn’t see herself in the mirror, that embarrassed face. Oh, is it really a mess? Therefore, I cut my nails and put down my hair. Straight hair made me want to cry. Who, Happy Children’s Day and Children’s Day. Although, we are no longer children. However, please be happy. June 4th, quarrel, rain. The quarrel started because of some trifles went on endlessly. Who won after all? The winner lifted up his stubborn face and looked directly at the old and windy face. Yeah, I won. Facing his scolding, I just lowered my head and chose to treat it in silence. When he was tired of scolding, he stopped talking. I turned around and left. Leave him alone and the empty house. Yes, I won. Looking at his changing face, I smiled. Is that a happy feeling? Why, somewhere in my heart is crying. It should be happy. My heart is happy. For many nights, no one could feel me. I woke up from the same horrible dream, and then I couldn’t fall asleep any more. Once I closed my eyes, the same dream appeared again. The red color in the dream bloomed like snow. It can only be transferred to Tianming. Dragging the eyes of two pandas to see Xiao Ji, Xiao Ji always said, mirror, you have become ugly again. I laughed. When I am idle, I always surf the Internet, always stay, always stay. The world seems to give itself a lot. In June, it finally rained heavily. Everything disappeared in the first heavy rain. Including those hatred that will reproduce again, the crazy spread in this June. 6 yue 15, memory, heavy rain, a few days ago under a heavy rain, disrupted I think already packed upset mood. The rain flew outside the window, and the people in the room sighed alone. Yesterday, after drinking some wine and listening to their concern for me, I fell asleep without too much noise. Just sleep quietly. I think I should calm down. You should learn to be alone quietly, think quietly, and face quietly. He said: mirror, you should understand. Yes, I should understand that I shouldn’t go on like this, even saying what to pursue. However, I am still confused, flustered and fled in this familiar city. Facing their eyes, they finally chose to let them down and sad. In the day which is not white, I can see the light emitted from the night. I asked the date of today all day long, and asked again and again. I was finally a child who was afraid of time leaving. The weakness and heartbreak made me fall into some inexplicable abyss and stayed to the end. The music sounded quietly and calmly, letting the tears in my eyes flow down, dropping on the ground, the cable slipped down, scalding my face, and the tone of the quarrel was fierce, angry, angry, angry, impulsive, indifferent tone, but like a sharp knife, it hurts people straightly. Lights cast shadows on the wall, portraying them as wounds. Memory is like yellowed letter paper and faded old photos, yellowed and yellowed. They all became the past. This season is rainy, and it has been raining for several times now. Under the heavy rain, I got wet all over my body and smiled knowingly, feeling how familiar the scene was. There is only blurred figure left in my memory, a serious illness, which makes me completely and completely forget. They said that this was selective forgetting, and those memories were not important. From now on, the future is your brand new memories. I just nodded muddled, maybe I forgot it. 6 yue 25 this day, sad overwhelming attacks. I rolled up my painful body helplessly, and the pain from the top of my head spread through my body. Why is my head bloated, why is there a vague figure flashing in my mind, these questions without answers. I passed out. When I woke up, they all came back, and I kept silent. Maybe, they knew I was trying to recall. The typhoon in June came again as scheduled. The wind was very strong, and the flying hair was fluttering in the wind. I stood on the top of the building, looking up at the birds passing by in a hurry and the diary you left. My heart was hurt a little. June 30, everything really passed, everything, this month has passed again. A God, a moment, become the past. May those be safe. liu yue of story. In the silent years, I still fled in a hurry. 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[Introduction] this year’s buyers are sparse, and zongzi can be bought in front of vendors all the year round. Although the atmosphere is lighter, the smell of traditional festivals is permeating everyone’s side. On Mother’s Day, the eight-year-old little dialect brought a bunch of red flowers to his wife. For me, it brought me a handmade one. The color of the flowers is a bright red surrounded by light red, so beautiful! Handmade is made of popsicles and sticks with glue, which looks like a small balance. There is a red balloon tied on one end of the balloon, blowing it up and letting it go. The rod on the top will rotate along with the central axis, and stop when the balloon dries. The production is small and exquisite, which highlights the thinking of children. Of course, my wife and I are both very happy. I just feel strange, why do I give a free gift? Later, when I understood, Mother’s day had passed for some time. When it comes to children’s day, I AM originally wanted to post an article about Chinese language in my blog when I was three years old, but I was so busy that I missed it. On the eve of June 1, I saw xiaofangyu trying on his own clothes at home. One by one, one by one, making a bed a mess. Mom, I want to have a big meal. Suddenly, she shouted to the direction of the kitchen. Hey, it’s been too long. It makes the bed messy. It’s unreasonable. Hurry up and clean it up. I growled. Dad, I want to buy a skirt. She didn’t seem to hear my words, but asked me. Don’t you have so many clothes? I looked at her doubtfully. Children’s Day, my festival! I want a skirt. She said Zheng Zheng. Oh, go with your mother. I suddenly realized that it was ridiculous. Looking at small language try on clothes, feel her in slowly 1.1 point to grew up. In my memory, she didn’t have the habit of picking on clothes. In the corridor of memory, isn’t it just a holiday for children to play? The Little Angel around adults, playing and playing, innocent, is not the deer running freely on the grassland? There is such a record in mencius Sanle: both parents are there, and brothers have no reason. Isn’t it talking about the joy of family affection? What is more joyful than the healthy and happy growth of parents, brothers without patients? It’s not enough to have a big meal and buy a skirt, I think so. (2011-6-13) the slight dragon boat festival shuttles back and forth between the high buildings built of reinforced concrete. There are not only people coming and going in the messy alley, but also thick smell of mugwort leaves and acorus calamus. The original plant flavor seemed to bring me back to the fields and villages. However, the number of folium moxa and acorus calamus in this year is not the same as that in the past. In the alleys of previous years, the turn of folium moxa calamus lined up one by one, but the citizens who were busy shopping. 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