Wheat harvest and college entrance examination

In June, the temperature rose and the flowing gold was like fire. No matter judging from the focus topics that the news media pay attention to, or their own life experience, they all know that the busy Wheat harvest season in rural areas is coming. Because of the college entrance examination and school holidays, I felt oppressed at home and suddenly felt the urge to go back to my hometown. Normally speaking, as a teacher, I should pay more attention to my old career and pay more attention to the college entrance examination. To be honest, for hammering wooden bridge of college entrance examination, your heart filled with awe. Of course, I understand the significance of college entrance examination for the majority of examinees. Because of this, there is a feeling that paying too much attention is a kind of burden and torture. Comparatively speaking, it may be a good choice to stay away from the hustle and bustle of the city and the lingering of the ups and downs of the college entrance examination, so that one’s mind can temporarily convert to the vast wilderness in the countryside. After all, I came out from the countryside with the root system in the countryside. Only when I was far away from it did I feel that it was becoming more and more strange there. Returning to the place that I used to be familiar with is not so much an impulsive thought as a kind of self-call of inner instinct. Urban and rural buses finally drove out of the city and rushed forward. The seats in the car were full of people, both men and women, old and young. Just now, when waiting for the car, there was bright sunshine outside the window, which was extremely anxious; Although the window was open, all kinds of smells mixed together in the car, it was still like a steamer. Hot dead. Most passengers were full of sweat, some murmured in a low voice, and some kept shaking with newspapers and small fans in their hands. When will it depart? Someone asked. The driver looked at the watch and said: there are still five minutes left. At that time, a middle-aged man with a dark face trotted all the way to get on the bus. A pungent sweat spread out and stuck in the air. At the door of the car, a white girl wearing a dress frowned and turned her face away. The small paper fan in her hand kept swaying. Hey, brother Hui, have you entered the city too? The driver turned around and shouted enthusiastically. Ah, Xiaochun, it’s you. The middle-aged man just sat down, owed himself and said, “My daughter has just settled down for the college entrance examination this year. No, you have to hurry back, the wheat in the field is still waiting to be harvested. With the conversation between the middle-aged man and the driver getting louder and louder, the people in the car seemed to have forgotten the heat and started to talk: grab the seeds, subsidize the grain, and raise the price of agricultural materials, urban and rural buses, such as college entrance examination volunteers, famous brands and so on, were bumping on the country roads, and the wheels raised the dust all over the sky. Looking through the glass window, it was the busy Wheat harvest season, and there was a busy scene in the wheat field: countless combine harvesters were roaring, and many figures were in a hurry; The harvest of the smooth wheat stubble was endless, the long rubber hose is like a long dragon circling around in the middle, spouting out the clear well water and the dry earth to absorb freely and greedily, accumulating energy for the seeding below; the unharvested wheat rose and fell in the dry wind, picking up a large piece of dazzling light, which had already fulfilled the saying “fried beans with burnt wheat”, full of golden eyes. Out of the window, despite the cool wind blowing in, I still felt the heat and dryness. It is true that the whole field is filled with the mixed smell of turbid, anxious, mature and pungent, and the familiar smell of wheat that has been lost for a long time, which is not out of reach, it obviously fills the whole body. I am thinking: At this moment, the examinees who take part in the college entrance examination are writing hard on papers one by one in the spacious and bright classroom, they are cultivating their own land and their parents and families (especially farmers, the largest group in China) are also being tested and baptized by wheat harvest in the fields. I once released my dream, but now I am looking forward to the harvest. This is the common pursuit of people and every ordinary worker. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) 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…

Memento picking up of six

He is from our village, ranking fourth in his family. All villagers call him crazy fourth child. In the early 1980 s, he went to high school in the town fifteen miles away. For some unknown reason, some people in the village said that he was trapped because of chaotic (love) love, and his spirit was somewhat abnormal, back of the village. When he just came back to the village, he gave a impression of Bai Jing and gentle, with a friendly smile on his face. He walked fast and light, and his arms swung a lot. When meeting people in the village, they will greet you initiatively, and sometimes they will talk to you one or two sentences. But when he talked too much, he was distracted and changed the topic unconsciously, which made it hard to touch his mind. At the Cross Street in the center of the village, there were the back walls of several families. During the Cultural Revolution, they were coated with cement and made of black paint. As the propaganda board in the village, some propaganda contents were often recorded with chalk, for example, what quotations in the early stage, what five lectures, four beauties and three loves in the later stage, etc. Sometimes he would copy and write articles with chalk in large sections. Most of them were the people who died naturally in “serving the people”, which was more important than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather. To die for the interests of the people was heavier than Mount Tai. To work hard for fascist and to die for those who exploited and oppressed the people was lighter than Hongmao. His chalk was well written. Not only copying, but also reciting articles to others, especially to our children. Sometimes, when he forgot that he couldn’t carry it down, he would scratch his head and show an embarrassed expression. One year, on February 2nd, the village was holding a social fire. At first, everyone was watching stilts, dry boats and so on. Suddenly, the crowd was a little chaotic, and they all circled towards the other side. It turned out that his left hand was behind his waist, and his right hand was on his chest, with his waist bent and his head shaking 1.1, he simply danced yangko somewhere. It was funny, like an old lady. Everyone gathered in a circle and couldn’t help laughing while watching. He jumped there alone, totally intoxicated by it. The portraits around him didn’t exist at all. All of a sudden, Hao stopped without warning, raised his head, smiled lightly, then walked away with his hands waving, leaving a circle of people who were still wanting nothing. Later, he appeared less when he came out. The village said that he often threw bowls and basins at home, so his family members were not assured to let him out. Seeing him at the head of the village occasionally described him as a little gaunt, with thin cheeks, pale face and beard. The smile on his face disappeared, and he felt indifferent when he saw people, and no longer greeted them. There are many rumors in the village about his illness. Many sayings are that they are fascinated by Fox and cannot be independent. For this reason, many goddesses and masters in the surrounding villages were invited to exorcise evil spirits for him, but they didn’t see any improvement. Later, this statement was further supplemented and improved, saying that there was more than one Fox charming him, and the way was a little deep. There is another saying that the immortal of a certain road was attached to him and borrowed his body. So his mother went to the intersection near the village or under the old trees in the village to burn incense and paper. But his illness still did not pick up. Later, he sneaked out and hit people in the street. It was almost crazy. The image of the weak in the past could no longer be seen. His father passed away early, and his mother was too old to see him, so several elder brothers locked him at home with chains and dared not to release him again. I had been away for many years. I thought he was gone. I called my mother and asked about it. I heard that he was locked at home now, and I haven’t seen the sky for about ten years. I can’t bear to imagine how unbearable he is now. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) 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…

(Original) dot set

Xiao Ru said that inspiration is wonderful, but it is fleeting. Only in the writing can the thoughts in my heart obtain eternal life. Therefore, I collected the dots and drops of tears, dug a grave, built a lake of hearts, and buried loneliness like wounds in a world as big as a factory. 2. I didn’t know until the third year of tiger when I was mature that the age of psychological and physiological maturity was 24 years old at the same time. Premature flowering also leads to premature withering. False eyebrows smile Yan, the opposite side of the human relationship Heart rape. Finally, I understand that the world is much colder than warmer. All of a sudden, I blurred my thoughts, trampled on my dreams, and only made a false reputation. The result they want is the praise from the secular public opinion, which has nothing to do with my mood. 3. The bangs of missing between hair are getting longer and longer, and missing is getting farther and farther. Finally one day, everything in the world was cut off by time. Don’t meet each other, so don’t be involved; Don’t miss each other, so don’t miss each other; Don’t meet each other, so don’t miss each other. 4. Wandering people are besieged in the city and their hearts are in their boudoir, living in a muddle. I don’t remember the date; I don’t know the season; I have forgotten the cold and warm; I have lost myself. The Flowing Light dilutes the missing; The dim tears; The wandering dream; The submerged look. Maybe one day, fall into collapse, leave, and don’t want to come back. However, no matter how hurt he was, he didn’t know what I was thinking about. (Postscript: The past is fermented in memory, and thoughts and flowing light are aged into wine. It is bitter or astringent, sour or sweet. When one drinks alone, tears will fill the bottle. I poured the glass and poured my sadness on the floor. But in the end, the alcohol evaporates and cannot return to its original appearance.) 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…

My dream farm

As soon as I owned my own farm in QQ space, I was looking forward to great efforts and gains. Looking at the vibrant green, fat and thin fields on the ever-expanding farms and lands of my friends, and then looking at my poor land of one mu and three points, I couldn’t help being ashamed, I couldn’t help strengthening my determination and courage to take good care of my farm. Wait and see. Maybe it won’t be much time before my virtual farm will be vast and full of attractive and mature atmosphere. At that time, I would probably become a rich farmer. I would dress up my farm with flowers tightly and smoothly. In fact, my biggest dream is not to be a farmer, but to be a farmer who cultivates, sow, weed and harvest on the fields. This is what I really want to say. Just like I was the son of a farmer at first, I should have inherited the footprints of my parents, ploughing at sunrise and resting at sunset on the land where I was born, working hard, work hard on that land for a lifetime in obscurity. I am sure that if I didn’t catch up with the resumption of the college entrance examination system, my original dream in my life would take root there. I would be like my father, deliver all the sweat and painstaking efforts to the field in my hometown. There is nothing wrong with this. A person entrusts his whole life to fields and villages, and that kind of peace and freedom in bitterness and hardship is itself a great happiness and satisfaction. Just like when I was a teenager, I was extremely fascinated by any green plants growing on the Earth. In my own garden, I graft cucumber seedlings and bean seedlings, and Apple branches and pear branches. I like the freaks born after grafting two different plants. I like the broadness and depth of agriculture and the subtle joy that follows, which is by no means empty talk. I am sure that if I hadn’t been admitted to the university in those years, I would have been an honest farmer now, even an excellent farmer, A humble and full farmer with a devotion to the earth like weeds. But I came to the city, far away from villages and fields full of life. I am not saying that there is anything wrong with the city. I just want to say that I am rural people, I am filled with the bitterness or fragrance of soil from head to foot. When I say this, I feel that I have become a crop whose waist is upright and full of fruits. I am there are sufficient reasons to appear on the fields, standing with the crops, enjoying the wind and rain full of nectar, and growing up constantly on the fields. But I didn’t. I really became a watcher of villages and fields. Everything is good in the city, but there are no villages and fields in the city, let alone large tracts of green crops. The city only grows high buildings, the noise and the increasingly worrying environmental pollution are getting better now. Sitting in the high buildings and canyons, I finally own a piece of land of my own, although it is the land of virtual dreams, but I can sow, weed, fertilize and harvest on the Internet, and I can experience the hardship and happiness of being a farmer in the virtual world. Just like walking in the boundless field of hope, my feet were covered with wet soil, and my pale face became rosy and vivid because of the sunshine, my increasingly relaxed and weak body began to grow stronger. I seemed to return to the long-lost countryside. On my long watch journey, I seemed to see my father sweating on the field again. Although it is just a kind of online game, who dares to say that it is not an expression of the extravagant hopes and dreams in the hearts of city dwellers? There is a blue sky and clear water in everyone’s heart, a sacred green land, where birds and flowers are fragrant, where the sun is shining, where the running water is gurgling, and where the fruits are charming, there is no doubt. Just like me, living in the reinforced concrete of the city for a long time, a heart gradually gives birth to a lot of anxiety, confusion or impetuousness. So I thought, how wonderful it would be if city dwellers could own a small farm of their own! But this extravagant hope was too far away. Before I realized this wish, I could only cultivate, sow and harvest my three-quarter mu of land in front of the icy computer. I want to plant corn and sorghum, potatoes and tomatoes, blue sky and white clouds, and my Green hopes and dreams. 1330 words 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 is our time and where have we gone?

My ten years began to trace back from 1999, during which I went through junior high school, senior high school, university, and even work. It was like water, and there was no trace to find through it. How many things can be completely recorded in this decade? I don’t know, even when I began to recall, I felt everything was blank. Ten years, how long does it sound? It takes more than 3,600 days, one world a day, but I can’t remember the details. What is the geometry of life in such a decade? The golden decade, from the ignorance and ignorance of youth to the passion of youth, I walked so plain that I couldn’t remember it! One of my favorite words is looking back. The past time and space need to look back. The memory of the past needs to look back. The smiles of the past also need to look back. When I really began to look back on my past ten years, I found that I could only remember the year, even the month, even the day, even more, the hour, minute, second, it only appears in the text, right? How many people have I known and how many have I known in ten years? From the small village where I was born, to the city where I studied, to the place where I worked, some people came and went around me, there are only a few old photos left in my world. The people there have already changed. Maybe, I will never have the chance to meet again in my whole life. They are my neighbors, classmates, friends and colleagues, but they are always parallel to me under the washing of the water of years. Our time has passed by inadvertently. Ten years is like a snap of our fingers. We are all passers-by in a hurry. We keep walking in the world, but our sense of direction is not clear. We are used to growing up step by step, studying, working and falling in love. How much precious time is lost in our silence? What I will never forget is that there are only a few people, and what we forget is the majority. Those faces are floating in the clouds, looming, and we look up to distinguish, faintly passing, as if passing. How much time can we continue to lose and how much distance can we continue to walk? We can’t stay anywhere or predict where we will go. We are just moving forward step by step, which seems to have a real direction, making our hearts painful all the time, I often see young children in forums. They are still saying that youth has not failed, but I smile bitterly at this end of the screen. Without failure, it is not life, but drama, which can bring back the dead or rise up. However, in life, more is struggle and struggle, failure and failure, success, it seems to be on the other side of the mountain forever. Our time is fuzzy points one by one. The connection penetrates the whole life. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) 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…

Tonight, please let me cry gently on your shoulder

Moonlight is always sad, involving a lot of thoughts, confused sadness, drunk sorrow. No stars, no moon, no music, squatting on the chair, tearful eyes. Don’t know role, be passionately devoted. Use a smile to whitewash peace, be a happy woman, warm yourself and others, like sunflower, even if lonely, always facing the sunshine. Everyone is asking: how is work? Is love okay? Good, thank you for your concern! The simple answer as always. Dance the keyboard, write down a positive text, tell others, and encourage yourself. But I don’t know the next second, sobbing. In fact, I am not good at all, not good. Silence, I have been used to it. I am also used to the most sad words that cannot be said, and what can be said is the visible pain. Too sentimental words, the pen tip can not be transferred, only numb graffiti on the paper, a whole page of words, no one can understand, a whole page of words, fortunately, not blood, these words were just like messy thoughts, and they all ran out. What QQ space repeated was a light music “Water Lily”. Red beans were born in the South, which was acacia; I didn’t know how many branches were sent in spring. I know that Lotus only lasts for one night, but I see through the separation of life and death. I was also used to letting time comfort those little emotions. After a long time, I wrote down some words and said goodbye to yesterday, but I didn’t think of it again. Tonight, please let me indulge myself and cry gently on your shoulder. I have never been so strong. Especially for me who is so strong, I have been defeated and defeated in the process of job hunting; Especially for those love that I do for myself, because of love, I will go far in the future, however, it also ended with the end of the graduation ceremony; Those who I insisted on fighting alone could always break through the world, but let my parents continue to work hard to find a place for me to live in the society. I always thought that I would not let my parents worry about it, just like when I was a child, I was wronged by others and never mentioned a word or a sentence; I always thought that I could share my worries for my parents and find a job to be filial. Whether I am too naive or the reality is too cruel. A person’s own journey, even if there is no head broken blood, but tears, physical and mental exhaustion. Alone, in a strange city, my mother always wanted to find a relative to take care of me. I ran away, and I was tired of the feeling of depending on others. Although I also knew that there was someone to help me, this road was much easier to walk. Tonight, please let me indulge myself and cry gently on your shoulder. After crying, all the sadness washed away with tears. I am still me, stubborn as me, struggling as me. In the shared house of three people, there is a small piece of my world. I can write down a paragraph to commemorate those unhappy and tears who died together. On the desk, I placed a pot of sunflower. I believe: human beings are as happy as plants, love is as happy as rain! Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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…

Blows

I got up early today and saw several brand-new ones with a face value of 50 yuan on the table. I counted them carefully and found that the whole one was 200 or 500 yuan. Suddenly I remembered that I told him about it before I had a quarrel. After spending it, I got stuck in my bag and didn’t want to get it because the sun was too high and the sun was poisonous. My husband was willing to pay from the small treasury, and lost two hundred five, which made me laugh and cry. I got up from the bed in the morning and giggled for a long time. Faced with my husband who claimed that his IQ was always higher than mine, he couldn’t just let him play me like a monkey. When I went home to buy vegetables, I sent a text message to my husband, which was as follows: I raised a pig and arrived at the market to sell it today when the weather was fine. I took out the money and counted it, which was a total of 250! I don’t know if there is any response to this message, I dare not guarantee. Who knows after a while, the beep bell rang, turn on the phone and have a look: you finally know your value! Gas halo. Call back immediately: small sample, want to plot against Miss Ben, no way! I think my husband has no other bad hobbies except for being angry and nagging. I went home on time every day without chatting about QQ or surfing the Internet. Every time I saw my son sitting in front of the computer alternately, I began to nag. After teaching my son, I stepped on my feet desperately. While pulling my face which had been blown by wind and rain for more than dozens of years, I earnestly taught me not to chat but to be careful about online love. Seeing the network soldiers one by one being knocked down by the network tenderness, as a song goes: Love comes and goes all become memories. I decided to make up my mind and make up my mind. I just stood on the bank with my trousers and shoes in hand. I tried the feeling that the waves had never crossed my instep and managed my own private plot well. In order to respond to my husband’s call, based on stability and unity, and gradually create a harmonious and stable family atmosphere, I have to fire my friends who don’t go to the space or write articles for chatting. Look at the few friends of the opposite sex who have the space to exchange words on QQ today, and the rest are my unshakable relatives and friends in reality. Almost all of my QQ have become nunnery. I feel much cleaner and much more refreshed when I lose weight on QQ. There is no need to hide any more. The feeling of being invisible is really uncomfortable. The words are far away. Speaking of tricks, I feel that I am really not my husband’s opponent. Since I got acquainted with him by destiny, I have always been fighting with him, and every time I ended up with my fault. His discipline level was first-class. He always restrained my son and me with high standards and strict requirements. He regarded my family as his training ground and my mother as his two soldiers. Later, I couldn’t bear being trampled on the soles of my feet by him all the time. I stood up and resisted, and made it unreasonable. Only in this way could I turn over. I still remember that it was also such a hot summer in my hometown. I was sweating all over my head and prepared meals waiting for my children to play. As soon as they got home, I offered a plan to make contributions: shall we sit on the ground and eat today? It was cooler (there was no air conditioner at that time, only a large ceiling fan was spinning overhead, and there were brand new tiles on the ground). My husband replied immediately: You eat alone on the ground, while my son and I eat on the table. I came back to my mind a little bit, laughing so that I hit him fiercely. This is my husband. With my intelligence quotient, I ‘d better be defeated! 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…

Never forget this Yan

Eagerly across, sea blue, tiankuo. When you meet in this life, you will remember your appearance. Even if the years consider your veil of sadness or happiness ruthlessly, only the maroon merciful pupil is not more, in the embarrassed Icehouse, or at the dusk of the painter’s heart, this pair of semitransparent gemstones is as good as the past. I looked at you quietly without saying anything. Write a song to commemorate you. The years were full of badges, heavy, and walked to the waters that muttered to call back, pouring my dry heart. The only lonely thing is amnesia. No matter you were happy or sad before, you would forget that what you faced was only the empty present and future. Memory is a wonderful thing. When recalling, I smiled and felt how happy I was. What’s the sadness now. When encountering painful things, I would rather have amnesia. In this way, the heart is full of happiness, enduring the sadness and forcibly transforming it into a great power to move forward. It seems that seeing sadness can actually turn into more mature capital than happiness. Peace is happiness. But I don’t want to forget anything. You are the best memory in my heart. Even if I die, I will not leave the happiness we are together. You love me, from eyes to details. I am love you, seeing you is like seeing the best treasure in the world. My eyes can’t leave you any more. I just want to stay in your arms. I will live forever and never feel that God is unfair. Among hundreds of billions of people, it is not easy to wait for you finally, so we should cherish it. True love is an eternal star. You don’t have to worry about its extinction and Derailment. When you miss it, you just need to watch it quietly and feel it exists all the time. Open the skylight, pick up the mirror, reflect a bunch of lovesickness moonlight into the bed, and then keep the Moonlight porcelain sleeve to sleep. Wish to yi xin ren, elderly not deviation. Although it is not as beautiful as flowers or jade, and even the age is approaching, turning white into snow, we vaguely remember those days when we were influenced by each other and endured hardships. With mutual support, we are no longer willing to find the color for the paper iris that lost blood color, but to find the color for life. The extreme time will eventually become a perfect sound. There is no need to say too much. Everything is true, and it is happening silently. 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…