Other side, brightly lit

Another Sunday dusk, every time I take a bus at such a time, there is a special feeling in my heart. The sky was getting dark, and the lights lit up at home. There were beloved songs in my ears. When I went home, I thought about my home, and my thoughts spread out! The dusk of my hometown was wonderful. The fire lit by the grass ash emitted smoke in the mountain behind the house, and the fragrance overflowed, which was the fragrance of the soil; The setting sun hit the straw pile, golden, A frog peaked out, and the bad children rushed forward; The old man led a big and a small two cattle passing by the door on time. The cow’s belly was eating so much that he walked one by one, there was a sound of Moo from time to time, which was very elegant; There were many people coming from the water well on the opposite side, who were carrying water, washing vegetables, washing clothes, and the figure of grandpa who came back from fishing next door, the people in the well gathered around. Grandpa pulled the fishing basket and shared his harvest today with people. He gave out healthy laughter and shook his beard with the well water; A group of our bathing kids, wearing underpants, grabbed a bucket of cold well water and drenched it from head to foot. One of them cooled through the bones with screams everywhere, zhu did not know that once the trousers were not worn stably, a bucket of water was poured down, and the spring suddenly appeared. The partners laughed, Grandpa laughed, the sound of water burst into laughter, and the whole well laughed, the cattle also laughed, so did the mountain. The whole village laughed and went outside to study. They seldom felt the dusk in the mountain, and the sunset in middle school was also beautiful, I remembered a poem written by my deskmate. The Sun committed suicide and the sky was bleeding. This is the sunset. Just the right description is published in our school Journal; The figure trained by the brave men on the track and field, the fragrance of shampoo floating out of the dormitory, and occasionally the coveted vegetable flavor can be smelled. No, it wouldn’t be in the canteen. There were so many dishes in the canteen that the smell was mixed and no fragrance could be smelt; The crazy cheers of girls came from the basketball court, and occasionally the voices of male compatriots fighting; there is also the figure of teacher long sweating like rain in the badminton court, the playground where teacher Zhong ran barefoot; Leaves, yes, in autumn, the ground was covered with wild Zhangye leaves, rushing, rolling over the school gate, I rolled over the teaching building, the playground, the football field, and many sad steps; I ran to the sand alone, grabbed the horizontal bar, one or two, put it down, and climbed up again as if, I felt uneasy in my heart, waiting for someone’s appearance; Of course, singing is also indispensable. In the radio, in the single player, in the classroom, in the big dormitory for 15 people, there were also those duck Childe-like cries in the bathhouse, which were thick and exaggerated, permeating the whole campus, green and astringent. The dusk in Xiangtan is almost blank. In other words, it doesn’t feel the dusk. The time is divided into night and day, sleep and computer, turn on and off, lost and lost immediately, of too much! There are too many to hold a canyang. Up to now, the most beautiful memory in my mind stays on that winter weekend, holding her, like a butterfly, dancing in the playground, Sunset, such a dusk, sweet, compared with all the bloody sunset! At dusk today, it was staged on the bus. The sweat smell of the bus was full of figures returning home one by one. The passengers with different expressions were happy, happy, comfortable, dignified and serious, charming, sad and indifferent people gather here in one direction. Some of these houses are big or small, and some are decorated luxuriously, some of them may be just a rented blank house; Some of these houses also have abundant and Jane, some of them have dinner prepared by the whole family, looking forward to their return, some of them may have no one, only some cold pots. The sky was getting darker and darker, and my thoughts were like the fish pond in grandma’s house after rain. The water in the pond, mixed with some small fish escaping by tricks, spread everywhere. Under the road was a vegetable field, under the vegetable field is Xiangjiang River. The river is calm as usual. On the other side of the river, it is Zhuzhou City. The lights are on one after another. That is my destination. My home tonight, where there are colleagues waiting for my dinner. Thinking of this, warmth came. 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Seven sets of thoughts

Today is the 75th anniversary of the Lugou Bridge Incident on July 7. Recalling this period of history, remembering this period of history, thinking about this period of history, learning from this period of history, I salute General Tong Lingge! I salute General Zhao Dengyu! They fought against the strong enemy with flesh and blood, and died in the battlefield without complaint or regret; I salute those ordinary soldiers! They had no food to eat and were dressed in rags, but they held a broken gun in their hands to deal with enemy planes and tanks. Although the soul is returned to heaven, there is no regret. They are the elites of the nation; They are the backbone of the country. Their contributions are with the heaven and earth, and with the sun and the moon. We often say that we should be patriotic. First, we must understand what a country is. The country is not the immortal emperor, the country is not those grand masters who are high above, and the country is not those profound and specious word games. The country should be real. It is a territory, a space, and a place where countless people multiply and live. Whether it is land or sea, it is within its scope. People are the masters of the country. Patriotism is to love this land, the grass and trees in this land, and everyone in this land. What is true patriotism? True patriotism is to take practical actions. When the strong enemy invades our territory, they dare to pick up swords and guns; When the interests of the people are infringed, they dare to safeguard fairness and justice. The true patriotism is to find ways to put this country on the track of democracy, freedom and legal system, to highlight human rights, to make people happy, and to make people feel a sense of belonging and a sense of security. They all say they want to be patriotic, but for decades, where are our anti-Japanese heroes? Even the Japanese invaders have a Yasukuni shrine, and they can be sacrificed every year. Where are our heroes of anti-Japanese War? Among the weeds, in the graves everywhere, maybe it was their resting place. Treating our heroes with this attitude has cooled the hearts of many Patriots. Seventy-five years has already turned over a page of history. Let’s look at the reality. It is said that our country is already a world power. It is said that our total economy is the second in the world. It is said that our national strength is very strong and our country is very rich. We often give alms to others like saviors, I spent a lot of money, but how many real friends are there? Why? The reason why we were invaded in the past was that we were not strong enough and accumulated weakness and poverty for a hundred years. And now? Let alone Japanese ghosts and Russians. Even Vietnam and Philippines dare to rob our ocean islands, even the small Brunei and Malaysia dare to plunder US. Even North Korea, a rogue, dares to arrest our fishermen, taking our fishing boats, we really became the flesh of Tang Monk, letting demons and ghosts carve up. A large number of oceans were occupied and a large number of lands were taken. Take a look: the Diaoyu Islands are full of disturbances; The South China Sea is full of dark tides; In southern Tibet, our country seems to be back to 1937. Do we have hot-blooded men? Yes, but we can only stay on the tip of the tongue; We also have a lot of generals of military and military strategies, but we can only talk on paper on TV and continue Zhao Kuo’s jokes; Our pace is also very neat, it seemed to be valiant and vigorous, but it was impossible to scare the enemy. It was a struggle for every inch of land. If we tried our best to exploit it, we would only put aside the dispute and fight a verbal battle. We are not short of supplies, money or people. We lack? What is lacking is the spirit of fighting with the enemy on Lugou Bridge. It used to be Tiger, but now it is sheep. Sheep are very obedient and kind. They are so kind that they are a little ignorant. There is no way to deal with Wolves. If you want to defend your territory and sea, you still have to rely on the people under us. When our people are no longer sheep, and when our people can stand up and behave themselves, our country will have expectations. I hope the tragedy of Lugou Bridge will not repeat 2012.7.7 Like (prose editor: Rain dancing alone) 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. 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