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A wisp of dusk, a cup of green tea, and the setting sun like tea can always make people feel a lot, about trivial matters, about life, or just like the old things of the previous dynasty, a dream is floating, all kinds of chaos and chaos. The most touching thing is that the Green Mountain is still there, with several degrees of sunset red, the setting sun and fire all over the sky, and on the bank of the river, there is only nothing to say about the heart. The river flows eastward, and the white-haired fisherman is a leaf boat; The river flows eastward, how much dust is washed, how many old dreams are sealed, whether it is destiny or the endless years, which can pass through our years. I remember the smiling words in my childhood most. They are innocent and innocent. The Willows and Lotus wind in summer, fishing by the pond, kites flying across the farthest Sky are like laughter with wings. What is on the other side of the sky, and my mind is full of outline, the blurred imagination in sleep, the desire to grow up, and the hope to travel around the corner of the world. Growing up is a fresh story in the class. The ignorance and sorrow revealed on the poem roll and the favorite book are always eager to read it all the time, sleep soundlessly, and sketch out the fresh color of the world in the dream. Young, schoolmates, joy, fighting between classes, crowds of back under the sunset, passing through the happy and ignorant Green years. Gradually mature, the Four Seasons begin to become clear. The mood changes with the seasons. The warmth of spring, the boredom of summer, the loneliness of autumn and the coldness of winter tell the story of youth in words, the wandering whispers echoed in my ears. What ignites the dream and makes me look forward to it. The bright sadness in the sky and the vague mark in the corner of the wall rummaged through the photo album. The world was clear and far away, but it was so young. Youth is a flickering lamp, flickering and blooming, which outlines the gorgeous light and shadow. The beautiful sadness in the dim light, time stops for someone, and the heart is whispering the shallow Dreamtalk, which is like the gorgeous flowers. The breeze in the smile brings the fragrance all over the floor, piling up the dreams, time is slow and long. Time finally passes by. There are always many bright and beautiful scenery in the story, which make people stop and stay. The notes on the staff are the movement of youth beating. We have gone through the most beautiful years and led to the vast sea of the world. Who closed his eyes and meditated under the old tree, with the ethereal Sanskrit in his ear, watching the fading floating in the sunset, and the clouds flashing the final luster. I suddenly remembered the flowers at the corner of the wall that year, the verdant and straight branches, and a fiery red beauty, as if walking in the painting, the petals curled upward like silk, like a pair of hands stretching out to the heaven, red dazzling. Later, it was known that this flower had a beautiful name, called Manzhushahua, also known as the other shore flower. Its story was as simple and beautiful as it was in late autumn and bloomed in the corner of nobody as if it were alive. The other side was suffering too much sorrow. The vicissitudes of time turned back, but it could not resist the stubborn heart blooming from time to time. Was it for guidance or for a glimpse of the face that passed through the forgotten river. Life bears too many similarities. When I come down to the world in ignorance, I walk by in a hurry, waiting alone and blooming stubbornly. Is it to have a look at the prosperity of the world or to find a destination, or for the eternal destiny. Thousands of worlds, the reincarnation of life, our wandering laments, rolling away in the world of mortals. The river is endless, the years are endless, through the thousand years of old traces, through the scenery of previous life and present life, on the other side, flowers bloom, is it a pursuit or a dream. We gathered and dispersed in a hurry, and the fleeting time was like a song. We went far away and walked in the depths of the years. We did not regret our youth and this life. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

where will life take you?

I still remember that I once wrote an article “On the Road”, which was published in the log of QQ space by me. I never read it after it was published, and I didn’t open it again until one night when I sorted out the old manuscript. Turning to the bottom, I saw what a stranger left in my comment column. wherewilllifetakeyou? (Where will Life lead you?) At that time, I took a quick glance and didn’t think much about it, so I replied to the way to take us to heaven. Soon I saw his reply to heaven and got off work. I couldn’t stay there for a few minutes. Yes, what should we do if heaven is off duty? What are we chasing? Is it a rich material enjoyment? Or do you have to find something to do just because you are alive? Life is like an altar of wine which has been fermented for a long time and is full of strong fragrance. When you spend it freely, you feel that time is passing easily, but when you stop your rough steps, when turning around and chewing all kinds of things in the world, I found that some things were not as perfect or ugly as we imagined. The premise is that when you need to taste this feeling, you need to keep yourself in a neutral state. In this way, only through the vision of bystanders can we clearly know what life needs us to do. After the decision is made, we have to leave quickly before leaving work in heaven. When I arrived in heaven one day, my heart should never regret this kind of life. Tricycle tricycle is the work of Xiangzi in “Camel Xiangzi” described by Lao She. Now everyone is called tricycle, which was called rickshaw in the early days. This kind of car needs the driver to have good physical strength and endurance. No matter in the rainy and snowy winter lunar December or in the hot summer days of Xia Yang, they still have to hide in a corner and work hard for life. I seldom took this kind of car before. Every time when I sat on it, I looked at the slightly vicissitudes of the pedaling people in front of me. The buttocks will be like pins and needles. One morning, I was too anxious to hurry up. I took a three-round trip with my teeth clenched. Then I talked with a driver who could be my grandfather all the way. I asked him whether he was tired of pedaling like this every day, and he answered that he was still successful. I asked him whether he did business every day, but he answered that he was still successful. I asked him again. Don’t he feel wronged by repeating one thing every day? I obviously felt that his pedaling legs trembled. He coughed lightly and didn’t say any more. He didn’t ask me a word until I arrived at the destination and gave him money. He said, girl, do you feel wronged for the work you have to repeat every day? I thought for a while and then shook my head. He wiped his face with a towel around his neck and said, “Still, for life. Who would feel how wronged it is. Later, I thought there was something wrong with my own idea. All passers-by in the world have their own abilities to survive, and they eat by their abilities. It was not a big deal at all. I put it in my place, but it broke the way of survival because of my compassion. If everyone was my previous thought, wouldn’t the rickshaw drivers have to starve to death because of unemployment. What should be given to them is actually respect, not compassion. Each person really can’t choose his or her family background, but he or she shouldn’t have the distinction between nobility and nobility when he or she lives in the world. No matter which profession, it should be worthy of our respect. Learn to respect, just as life leads us to another pure land. If it can be done, there may be less truth that cannot be revealed in the world. Writing here, I remembered the sentence my friend asked. wherewilllifetakeyou? (Where will Life lead you?) I thought for a while this time. The place where life leads people should be the place where everyone yearns for pilgrimage. It’s just that there are some differences between my heart and yours. Like (prose editor: prose online) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Earthly fireworks color

My favorite Chinese character is Simmer. When the weather is cold, the red mud stove will simmer without any hurry. Firewood spurted at the bottom of the pot. Mutton soup was stewed in the pot, and the cat beside the stove was snoring. The two gossiped one by one. One weaved a sweater while paying attention to the soup in the pot. Another person was reading the newspaper leisurely. Outside snow-bound, days can’t. Eggplant is particularly large, onion is particularly fragrant, ribs are fresh and beautiful, pigs should be killed. I have a good impression on all the Chinese characters with fire, such as cooking, cooking, frying, cooking and frying, which are full of the world’s fireworks, exulting with excitement. The ancients said: eating and drinking men and women, people’s great desire exists. Food, color, sex. It is not too tired to be a secular master, and it is not impossible to be a diet man or woman. Long is hardship, Short is life. Life is short, but there are many troubles. He came like a flower, and went like a flower. It is changeable and rapid, and passes away like light and shadow. I like an old song “When Will You Come Again” written by Li Xianglan very much: good flowers don’t bloom often, and good times don’t often exist. Sorrow heaps smile eyebrows, tears shed Acacia belt. After leaving tonight, he rijun will come again. After drinking this Cup, please bring in some side dishes. Life is out of this drunk, not joyous more what to be. After leaving tonight, he rijun will come again. There is also a lazy saying in the middle. Come on, come on, let’s talk about it after drinking this Cup. A thousand words, let’s talk about it after drinking this Cup. The old records have the noise of burrs and a rough texture. Yiyi, humming, is the boundless wind and moon, and the thick tenderness that cannot be melted. When talking about the old clothes she wore last year, the woman who had no heart was also deeply in love. I like simple black and white matches, and also like bright red and green things. They are vulgar and justified. Royal blue with apple green, this kind of clear and uneven contrast, has long been abandoned by today. There is a short section in the Golden Lotus. Song Huilian, the wife of the family, wore a red coat and borrowed a skirt to wear. Ximen Qing looked displeased, opened the box and found a blue silk to make a skirt with her. After reading this, I couldn’t help crying out for Ximen Qing’s unique aesthetics. In the first episode of A Dream of Red Mansions, Bao Chai wore a dark and shiny cotton-padded jacket, a rose-purple gold-silver mouse jacket, a scallion-yellow-twill cotton skirt, which was half-new and not old, it is the most impressive dress left by Baochai, and the charm and charm are just in front of me. No matter how beautiful a woman is, she will always return to the ordinary life at home. A generation of talented woman Zhang Ailing became very low after seeing Hu Lancheng. But my heart was happy, Flowers came out from the dust. So I would be willing to tie up the apron and pick up the spoon to cook for him. In my opinion, women who can cook are the most feminine. Feminine taste is cooked in the smoky pots and pans over the years. Up to the kitchen, down to the hall. Women who are as low as dust and wash their hands as soup are the most lively and fragrant. I also like a lot of things full of fireworks, such as group cakes lit with rouge, moon cakes on Mid-Autumn Festival, tangyuan on Lantern Festival, dumplings on New Year’s Eve, zongzi on Dragon Boat Festival, the eight-treasure porridge on Laba Festival is warm and slow day by day in this world. Such as the old cotton shoes on the windowsill of my hometown, the sunshine on the bright red velvet lining. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

“Selected writers” walked in autumn, thinking of San Mao

Life does not lie in length, but in whether you live happily. Taiwan (San Mao) has been sunny for several days. The autumn is high and cool, with blue sky and white clouds. My mood is getting more and more cheerful. I go out for a walk after dinner every day, looking at the desolate wilderness, green trees and green grass, the blooming small wild flowers make me feel that life is so beautiful and cozy! In this way, I walked lonely on The Silent Village Road, listening to the chirping little insects singing softly, thinking of that month, suddenly a name appeared in my mind like a flash of lightning: Taiwan female writer San Mao. My heart twitched suddenly. From January 4, 1991, she ended her life with a silk stockings. It has been 21 years since Ms. San Mao died today, 21 years! She has only lived in the world for 47 years. The dead has gone away, and there are still several of us who remember her and this Taiwanese female writer who has accompanied us through our youth! I remember that in those years, I was in a period of youth and ignorance, eager to know the society, to have a hazy first love, and to ride a horse and gallop on the jianghu like people in martial arts novels, it is best to meet a handsome young man who goes to the end of the world together! Dream pursuit is a dream. Goethe once said that the young man doesn’t love it, and the young girl doesn’t cherish Spring? In the season of spring, the hormone secretion of love is too strong, and it is turbulent every day, but as a girl in the flower season, she can’t go anywhere. I can only confide my mind quietly in the notebook. It was in this depressed period that San Mao came into my life. The thin young male teacher who taught us Selected works often told me San Mao when we were reading novels. So driven by curiosity, I went to the library to borrow a novel about San Mao, which was out of control. The content in it deeply attracted me: San Mao’s prose was widely drawn, many proses are full of exotic atmosphere with simple, romantic and unique charm, expressing the author’s feelings of loving human beings, life, freedom and nature. I watched her stories of the Sahara, the crying camel, the rainy season never come again, the gentle night, how much do you know about the fallen flowers in dreams, the back, “My Baby” and so on. Especially her “the story of the Sahara” touched me most: the story inside is full of exotic atmosphere, and my thinking is jumping with San Mao’s prose, she seemed to take me into a magical place. For a girl who grew up in the Loess Plateau of Shaanxi, the desert was simply a fairyland on earth, where there were camels and mysterious Arabians, there are mysterious sausage methods and unique lifestyle. I feel that I am San Mao, walking alone in the vast desert! When seeing San Mao crawling behind the big stone peeping at the local enema, my curiosity was aroused at once! When San Mao found a camel skull in the desert, I seemed to find a big treasure myself. I love the love story between San Mao and her husband Jose most. This is a charming man who deeply touched San Mao’s heart and made San Mao give us so many full of laughter, happy works, I also followed San Mao in her marriage life happy, proud! They envied their husband and wife to sing and sing, and raised their eyebrows. Maybe I think like San Mao that they will go on happily forever until the end of their lives! However, it was such a happy person that everything came to an abrupt end with the unexpected death of her husband Jose’s diving. That happy, naughty San Mao disappeared, leaving you endless sorrow. During those days, my sky was dark every day. My San Mao had no beloved husband. She came here like this! Sadness was written on my young face. I felt as if I had fallen in love. I was lost in my mind every day. San Mao, I love you so much, so pure, you are my idol. At that time, many girls in the 316 dormitory were the most loyal fans of San Mao. The topic we talked about most every night was San Mao. When we talked late, the teacher who checked the dormitory shouted outside and turned off the lights, no talking. We turned off the light and chatted secretly. On Sunday, my friend Lily and I went to the bookstore to buy a book named Sanmao collected works and took it back to the dormitory for everyone to read. Ms. San Mao didn’t know how many girls were touched at that time! At that time, I just read San Mao’s novels and proses, and it was very vague about San Mao’s death. But one day, I occasionally read an article in memory of San Mao in a newspaper, in which the death of San Mao was described in detail, in the days when her husband left, echo walked out of that circle and ended her 47-year-old life with silk stockings! It was not until that moment that I realized clearly that my beloved San Mao had already left and went to another world to find Jose. My brain was blank, and the tears of Douda kept falling down. Although San Mao and I were thousands of miles away and I had never seen her, her novels made me feel that she was always alive, still writing us those happy travel notes and those exotic adventures. How could she leave like this? Moreover, I am reluctant to end my life in this way. I can’t figure it out. In those days, I was very sad and fell asleep with Sanmao anthology every day. Many years have passed, I have taken part in the work, but I still can’t forget San Mao. I bought myself a book “The story of the Sahara”. The Silent Night is slowly in the text, recalling the experience of San Mao again, I picked up the sad and happy past again, which was still so fresh. I seemed to see Ms. San Mao still smiling and smiling there! The memory of youth faded away slowly. In the light days, I would still think of my lady San Mao! Thinking of that ignorant youth, there was a Taiwanese female writer named San Mao, thinking of her “Love in a Fallen City”, the happy love between her and Jose, and her magical experience in the desert of the Sahara! Now there are many shadows of San Mao on me, funny and curious. I love walking in the arena and longing for love. I know that this is Ms. San Mao taking root in my heart. I still can’t forget her in this life, that magical woman named San Mao! Maybe I will walk along her road, maybe one day I will walk into the desert of the desert, find a camel bone, and I will dance with joy. Light faded down, my tears in my eyes, that’s in San Mao died 21 anniversary I for her flow, you in heaven far know? Once there was a Shaanxi girl living in Loess Plateau who was so obsessed with you and loved you in her marrow! Sister San Mao, can you see it in heaven? Are you happy with Jose over there? I think you must be very happy, otherwise how can you leave us? I wish you a happy life there! 21 years have passed, you must have many sweet times! Then cherish it! Bless you! Love you! You left gently, leaving sadness all over the floor! My eyes filled with tears tonight! Goodbye, sister San Mao! Happy every day! Like (prose editor: Ke Er) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

On a summer afternoon

After a summer rain, the sun was shining again. I sat leisurely in a melon stall under the shade of the tree. I was doing business, and there were fresh sweet watermelons beside me, at this time, they were my treasures. Beside the root of the tree, there were a group of naughty children playing. I sighed: poetry and life are so harmonious. With simplicity, I enjoyed the bright sunshine in the afternoon and the rolling cicadas made me lazy, which was quite a bit of Mr. Tao’s pastoral pleasure. Sometimes people who pass by thirsty will also buy melons to quench their thirst. If chatting with someone among them, it may give me some insight. Fortunately, I found this unique summer afternoon, I stretched out my waist and shook the fan at my feet again. For a quiet moment, I waved away the complaint of flies. It was so pleasant that even the wind lost the bleak and coldness of autumn and winter. What is better than this? In this summer afternoon. Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Fengqing clear people middle-aged

When Chairman Mao gave a speech in Moscow that year, he once compared the young people vividly to the sun at eight or nine o’clock in the morning. I was already in my thirties when the sun was West, and I was in a panic. However, if the four seasons of the year are compared to life, it should be the autumn that comes from the heart. I think more that autumn should be a season with clear wind, clear clouds and light clouds. In the middle age, people took off the wish of finding a Marquis for thousands of miles in those years, and there was no more excitement between the dust of thirty achievements and the Earth. I have lived in a family with strong traditional thoughts since I was a child, and the outstanding thoughts often add unnecessary troubles to myself. Middle-aged suddenly felt all along, homeopathy to wide spirit in. Because the world has nothing to do, and ordinary people disturb themselves, there is no need to be too persistent in real life, and there is no need to succumb to the secular values. Is it not the happiest state of life to live in a misty rain. In the middle age, people have been planning a long journey of eight thousand miles. More or less, I will spend some time focusing on my own health. In terms of diet alone, it becomes much lighter than before. When I was young, I was very happy to attend the banquets of neighbors or relatives occasionally. The delicious food was eaten up and my stomach was scared without eating a few dishes. I didn’t know that the dishes became more and more wonderful during the dinner, this time can’t even challenge front with glasses of not chopsticks, heart chagrin. When I grow up, I always like to taste fresh food. When I live in hotels and eat buffet, I always like to choose some varieties that I have never tasted before, so that I often have to support myself for liquidation, at ordinary times, when socializing or having dinner with friends, they always eat and drink with heroic spirit. When meeting people, they boast about their drinking capacity and advocate the record of drinking, which would rather hurt their bodies than their feelings. People are less eager to seek novelty and taste new things in middle age, and they prefer to choose some reliable food outside. The willingness to fight wine is less, the courtesy toasts are more, the grandiloquence is less, the beauty is more pleasant, the big fish and the big meat are less, and the coarse tea and light rice are in charge. The green mountains couldn’t be covered. After all, they flowed eastward. Facing the laws of nature, they cared more about the feelings of their bodies. They responded calmly to the scenes without making noise. When people reach middle age, more tolerance adds a responsibility, and they treat their families better. When I was young, I was angry with my wife, and I always liked to dictate and fight for the upper hand. In middle age, people found that unnecessary disputes were actually a waste of life. It is said that men are made of mud and women are made of water, but in middle age, I feel that I am Water, wife and flower, and whether the flower of wife is withered or colorful depends entirely on my grasp of pouring water. When people reach middle age, they often act as family doctors to massage and massage their families to help them retain their youthful appearance. Once it seemed that I had a heart of the world and disdained to do housework in the kitchen. Now I sing more pots and pans, and I am always happy that I can provide a good meal for my family. People are increasingly grateful in their middle age, and they know better how to cherish and repay their parents’ nurturing feelings. When I was young, I liked to contradict my parents, but now more is how to follow the old people’s wishes to make them happy. Reading the article Lu Kaijin, a villager, “out of my father’s sight”, I deeply felt the grief that his son wanted to raise but could not wait for him, which deeply inspired me to prepare for a rainy day, they try their best to arrange them to go out and play while their parents are still able to walk freely. Every year, whenever they have the chance, they will arrange them to travel with groups. Going to Beijing and going to Guilin to climb grandma and visit South Guangdong, which opens their eyes and makes them. When people reach middle age, there is more tranquility and less restlessness. When I was young, I had already stepped out of the door without having a bite of food in my mouth and swallowed my legs after three meals. In middle age, people began to learn to make tea and taste life at home alone, and to knock the keymouse and make sentences in order to stir up. When people reach middle age, it is like a boat to the center of the water. Looking back on the past shore, it is vaguely hopeful to overlook the other side of the distance. Being in the center of the water should be the most beautiful scenery in the journey of life. In the middle age, the autumn wind is refreshing, and the scene of thousands of kinds of Frost and competition freedom is so exciting. Looking up, the sky is clear, the wind is light and the clouds are light, laughing at the prosperity of the world. As in 2012-5-13 Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…