Street

From Aviation Road to Wuyang Street, it seems to accommodate all the noise and prosperity of Enshi. Standing on the overpass, Xidu square, Qingjiang River, bustling streets and distant buildings. It shows all kinds of things in the world. What can we hide in such a naked city? Maybe there is, just like this street. Even if I stand on the high platform, I still can’t see its end. I often imagined what was in the farthest place, so I came to the crowd. I like to pass by too many things with too many people, leaving regrets and sorrows that cannot be touched, or a faint smile at the corners of my mouth, sighing their own lives like this. There was a gongs in the distance, and a group of people in strange clothes appeared in the opposite street, just like people two hundred years ago suddenly emerged from the ground, all dressed in the costumes of Qing Dynasty officers and soldiers. The yellow card that should have been written with avoidance and silence is happiness, shopping, gifts and so on. This world is so amazing that people have to admire their creativity. It is said that the river of Qing dynasty is no longer so clear, but I always hope to keep its original beauty. As for its future, I have to let the young people who are more ambitious than me work hard. At that moment, a body appeared in the camera. Maybe I can only describe it like this. He was lying on a skateboard close to the ground, only the upper body can judge his integrity as a human being, while the lower body is only symbolically connected to one side. Like other beggars, they kept shaking the Iron Bowl in their hands. The Coins and bowls made a noisy sound, and the corners of their mouths trembled slightly, as if they were talking something and motioning the passers-by to leave something. There were too many such scenes in the street, so the kind people were tired. One after another passers-by almost crossed his head bravely and fled towards the other side timidly. I hesitated whether I should give him something, but I remembered that I had been cheated, so I stood far away and dared not move forward. Finally, I left him numb. After walking a few steps, he turned back again, took out some coins from his pocket, bowed down and put them gently in the Iron Bowl. When he left, he seemed to hear a thank you, the sound was like from the bottom of the Earth. The pavement was very narrow. A young mother was holding a three-year-old child. The old man next to her should be the child’s grandmother. She was handing the child a five-cent coin. I was very curious, adults generally do not allow children to touch coins for safety reasons. Therefore, he stood there and looked at them for a while. When the disabled person was approaching, the old man motioned his mother to put down the child, so the child walked to the Iron Bowl and put the five cents in the bowl. After finishing, the child looked at Grandma and left happily. I am glad that I have been back, otherwise I can’t even catch up with a three-year-old child. I began to think about how to face such a situation. We all know that these beggars have too many scams, but children need a kind of love education, do we open our minds for them or let them have a love? Maybe it doesn’t need too much, but only a few cents can change a child’s life attitude! I continued to hang out in this street, because it was the May Day holiday, there were various activities in the shops along the road, and the discounted broadcast was enough to make the tired workaholics sober up. But I still dare not step into the store which was dressed up too luxuriant. I think it would cost several hundred yuan for a 30% discount. Looking around, many people are looking at the Glory inside like me and dare not enter. There were many job advertisements on the street, all looking for coolies. A man in his fifties came to a job advertisement, tore off the phone number, and left happily with a smile, he should have been looking for a job for a long time. I began to feel sad for the old people all over the world, like my parents, who had to rush about for their children when they were old. ,,, unconsciously came to Wuyang overpass and did not move forward. Streets are long and endless. How many stories are still waiting for us to interpret and interpret? How many streets will a girl shuttle through in her life? After experiencing the helpless stories, they are sweet and bitter, love and hate. An endless street,,, 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. 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Time very soft

Time is so soft that I can’t handle it. I always think about it, but I always go with the flow in the casual life like running water. Time is so soft that I can’t escape. The diagnostic handbooks, bu she zhou ye. But I always give up some pictures in the day and night, Miss them in the day and dream in the night. Time is so soft that I can’t think about it. However, fortunately, emotion is hard, interspersed in every corner of time; Memory is hard, becoming a hard stone in flowing time, even if washed, still hard as before. The time of my family affection, you will always be the hard shell to protect my heart. Mom said: people’s quality of life is inseparable from efforts. This is what my mother said during my struggling time during my postgraduate entrance examination. In fact, the mood at that time always didn’t want to turn out memories again. After all, it was not good. But think about it, it is always a happy thing to be enlightened by mom and dad in every tangled day. Give me laughter when I am sad; Give me light when I am entangled. I should always understand the quality of life, that is, I need to be happy while getting the recognition from my parents through hard work, because time is very soft. It is because time is very soft. I can see that my mother’s dyed hair can no longer cover the white hair pulled out by years by accident; It is because time is very soft. By accident, the corner of my father’s eyes is pulled up by years; it was because time was so soft that I didn’t understand these details of life in a short time by accident. Time is soft, so soft that life is not strong. We can see the separation of wife everywhere, the farewell of breaking up everywhere, what a terrible family affection is lost, how much laughter should be lost? How much happiness is lost? Who uses happiness to interpret some life? In family affection, Let happiness be more and laughter be more common. Life will become stronger and have happiness, With indestructible kinship, no matter how soft time is, the firmness of kinship cannot be softened. The time of my friendship, you are my beautiful coat forever. A girl’s beauty is natural beauty, but the decoration of the coat can always highlight her temperament, which is elegant, tranquil, cute, gentle and kind words. The time of my friendship has given me unparalleled happiness and beauty. I can show my spoiled in front of you arbitrarily; I can lash your stupid loudly in front of you; I can cry unscrupulously in front of you in order to find back my lost once; I can shout in front of you that I like someone. All I can do is the fragments picked up in the corner of time, so beautiful. Even if time is soft, friendship will not be strong. When I was young, my playmates abandoned them because they went to college. It shouldn’t be such a thing, but it always appeared in life. When I had time to think of it, I would feel heartbroken. Whether it is the weakness of time that cannot bear the laughter of childhood, or the precipitation of time that makes the excitement and innocence unable to find the beauty before. In a word, what should never be forgotten is gradually forgotten. I don’t know how to miss or recall. What a weak time, sometimes the friendship is worthless, sometimes it makes people sigh the weakness of time and get the precious coat at the same time. When I was a child, I wore a coat suitable for that height. When I grew up, when my height was fixed, what I witnessed was the coat and clothing of my age, it seems that we can’t get rid of the personal limitation of changing the method of the word time. The innocence of friendship in childhood and the precipitation of growing up seem to coincide with the transformation of coat, then I would rather be controlled by weak time, in that way, You give me warm or refreshing coat, which will explain the beauty of my life, I am willing. When will you use the time of my love to interpret your hardness forever? Love, of course, is very beautiful, so strange two people can be intimate, from strange to familiar, from friends to relatives, it is a very wonderful process. Of course, I don’t doubt that the beautiful love will still remain in the soft time, regardless of whether the ending is beautiful or not. When it comes to the process, it is worthy of praise. What I can give to you cannot be given to others; What I can give to you is only one person. How sacred and great it is. Love, however, has become an area that I dare not touch. It seems that I dare not find the time of my love any more. Even if the time is soft, it cannot be the scar of my heart. Will be happy? Will Really? Will forever? It seems that every love can’t escape the tangled witness. The hardness of love always can’t escape the betrayal and resistance experienced, and lies. Time is very soft, so soft that it can melt and melt into human’s bones, where to find the true meaning of love and the truth behind all betrayal, resistance and lying. The love that I got was precious to my heart. The soft time made me happy and ups and downs. When all the love is tangled, the tears that come from betrayal, the beating and scolding that come from resistance and the bleeding that comes from lying all become sweet burdens. Love is really a child growing up in the softness of time. My lovely memory time, you are the hard pen to witness my growth. The memory sank, saying this sentence seemed to come to the end of time. Looking forward, there is still a lot of way to go, even if it is regarded as a part of awakening in life. Buddha said: I should recall it in this form after enlightenment. Time, the name of soft, is so blaming you, walking in such a hurry, family affection is softened by you; Friendship is melted by you; Love, please bring it to me. Even if you hate you like this, you are still walking, walking. Family affection seems to know that I grew up strongly on the phone with my parents; Friendship is very friendly, she knows your helplessness, and has already given all kinds of beauty to me; Love, I look forward to giving me some strong indoctrination in your growth, and let me have the courage to accept it. When the memory is mentioned, the inevitable sadness and sigh arise spontaneously. Looking at the long hair before, does the short hair now suddenly become the imagination of the past and the future? What a terrible time, always so soft, but always so hard to handle and ponder, so that the original dream can be diluted by you, how many people have you softened by your soft features? When I recalled myself at the beginning, look at now, should I hate you or love you more. 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