Bellows

Blacksmiths went to sea one after another, but the once used air box was still there. Or store it at home, or give it to relatives and friends, at least the air box still exists. I am not a blacksmith’s family identity, and I have never learned to play Iron. However, whether you are a blacksmith or not, you can own a sandbox. Because the blacksmith is a man who has been tempered, knowing what is the world and fairness, he will not monopolize the market and occupy the air box. The shadow of the air box is a watercolor painting. It comes to my mind all the time, and the engraved cone sticks on the soul: it will not sink when floating on the water, and will not fall when hanging on the wall. The wind box, sometimes full green clothes and sometimes simple copper incense, but she has a shortcoming that can’t be changed-lazy and lying on her back; The wind box, sometimes round waist and thick neck, sometimes small and exquisite, but she has a unique characteristic that others can’t own-loud voice and sensational. Sometimes, it makes iron blush and water burst into laughter. The air box sometimes provides convenience for the mouse; The mouse camps his home and lives in her belly. If someone uses the sandbox to pull her hands and feet at this time, the mouse will undoubtedly be unlucky. That is: the mouse lives in the air box — both ends are angry. In fact, in this world, not only mice will suffer from anger, but also we human beings will suffer from anger, but the time, place, occasion, method and degree of suffering are different. Whether you get rich or not, whether you become an official or not. Life is a sandbox, even a sandbox is life. What kind of materials are used to make the air duct of life? Description — barrel is the rule of society or life, the bottom is all kinds of economic interests and power system, and the bottom is all kinds of real life difficulties. The people who make and control the air box are often not and cannot be themselves but others. Their control method is very clever-first give you some sweetness to taste, and then set some unreasonable so-called rules for you: let you neither go up nor down. The distribution of nutritious meals for rural schools was originally stipulated by the national policy and should be followed. However, some local governments seek power for personal gains and try to find some reasons to prevaricate the delay. Especially for rural private schools, this school is often not established by the state and is not included in the distribution of nutritious meals. If, of course, just say if. If this statement is correct and is the decree of the country, then why should the local government vigorously publicize and develop private education? If the reason for this statement is sufficient and necessary, then the rural children who can only study in private schools are not rural children. That may be the fate of rural children?! Let the air box disappear quickly! Blacksmiths also went to sea one after another. What’s the use of keeping it? Where can I see a happy song in life when the air box is hung up?! Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) 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…

A doomed mood

My heart came back to my silence quietly, and I was no longer unbridled and unbridled. Only in this way can I only be indifferent, beautiful and contend against life without words. Once upon a time, I hoped that the flowers would bloom and I hoped to have a good mood. I also hoped that in the flowing sea of flowers for many times, I would let my long-imprisoned heart come and release, even for only one time, I also thank God for his gift, for those who once passed by and cared about me and gave me warmth. I will be more loyal to everything I love, including all imperfections-at this time, summer flowers are full, the sun is like fire, but my heart is like the cold of winter, the cold of my heart! Sometimes, I was really appointed, just like buying tickets in high spirits to go to the cinema. The yard was crowded outside. When I went in, the yard was deserted. I didn’t need to take the tickets to find the position that belonged to my own regulations, you can find an empty seat as you wish and sit down, which is destined to be your own. Your own destiny is not arranged by nature. Maybe there will be a way to get to the door of the car, maybe the peaks will turn around, or there will be a bright and bright village, no matter destined or not, as long as you are not willing to go back to the prescribed mode, you will surely achieve the desired result in your heart. I smiled. Facing the midnight, I opened my memory, tore it apart bit by bit, looked carefully bit by bit. In the mottled memory, I am built a sunny platform so meticulously, so seriously and so desperately, pour all my smiles and tenderness. I once treasured it devoutly. After all, it was hard to come by. In the deepest part of my heart, in the Sky City of my heart, I would call and cherish it sincerely every day. However, sunshine can not illuminate every corner of the darkness, and the embrace is not always tender like water to make people fall asleep. Maybe this is the destiny of life. People are always looking for various reasons to immerse themselves in the busy sea of life, ignoring the thoughtful and tender feelings around them, becoming more and more ferocious and boring. In fact, at the moment we bow down, please don’t forget to enjoy the wild flowers quietly blooming at your feet with surprise. It is the closest and simplest scenery around you; At the moment we raise our heads, please take a look at the stars all over the sky. That is the most beautiful meeting, that is the charm given by years. If, there is a touch of tenderness; A ray of warmth; A warmth, let me choose a brand new world, please open the shackles for me, I will also be willingly degraded and fragmented because of being abandoned or trampled for a long time. Really, a long time ago, I learned to disguise, endure and strive for perfection. Therefore, no matter how beautiful, charming or passionate things and words are, I am also in front of colorful bubbles one by one —- everything, is Everything kind to me? Or guilt for me? Sometimes, I am stupid, thinking that silence is concession or harmony, but how terrible my mood is, I still listen to the songs I am most familiar with; Dance my favorite dance, ignorant people think that everything will be good and everything will be good, but the fact is often unsatisfactory, and it is a little sad that no one can see flowers. The night became more and more intense, and the memory was like a street lamp showing hazy halo one by one. Then I suddenly realized that my life was so sad and beautiful, at least, I closed my eyes, tears will quietly climb up the pillow and wet the dream. I know that life is just a simple journey. I don’t care about gain and loss, love and injury. How excited I used to open the beautiful and beautiful bow belonging to love, I had a colorful dream like colored glaze, but the world was unpredictable. The time of 1 minute 1 second, the vanity of my whole life, trembling and crying seriously in my hands-suddenly looking back, I could never go back to the past, I can’t find the feeling that I loved and made me laugh like flowers any more. Don’t you? Time and time again, piles of happiness and sadness are sealed in the diary of time. I don’t want to open it or read its sweetness and bitterness! Because, one taste is enough to make people feel torn! Sometimes, I was a little absent-minded, and also a little gloated. I couldn’t tell whether I was helpless to the waves and wind in the world of mortals, or to resist the disturbance in the world of misty rain. I just want to get satisfaction in the clouds and clouds, and gain in peace and freedom —— facing the dusk, thinking, thinking about the past, thinking about the future —– tired, tired, tired. Now that I am awake and have so many troubles, please let me lie down and make a clean Lotus. It is still fresh and fragrant as yesterday. I really want to see the stars all over the sky, make a beautiful dream for a lifetime, then, quietly, sleep, never wake up again — tonight, I don’t read Qu Yuan, don’t read San Mao, gently strolling in the silence of moonlight like water, wake me up from the helpless journey and hear wisteria looking for the handrail of the corridor in a hurry. Then, prepare, blossom and fragrance. At this moment, what does my soul see: the sea changes? Rise? Or busy fall? I heard that the music which was out of tune and hoarse poured down like crying, and I was doomed to be depressed and dull as well. I in thought. Is there a dream that makes people no longer wake up? Is there a way for people to go back? Is there a kind of love that can make people hesitate? In fact, let the people who understand know more, let the people who don’t understand more understand; Let the people who love love more, and let the people who don’t love no more hurt! The Wheel of Time shattered my passion and dream, and the days are still crawling in the desire! Love, pain, regret. Now, what can I do? As for, why, so? I don’t know. But I am sober, and no one will give me my future except myself. 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…