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…

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…

Balderdash. Gibberish

I had a dream just now and was awakened with a start. When I just woke up, a huge thunder was ringing. Now I want to sleep but can’t fall asleep, my head is very painful, and my head is dim. Given that the brain is still chaotic now. Therefore, the following words may be a little confusing. The content is dubbed “nonsense. Dreamtalk, good words in dreams, nonsense. Proust wrote in “recalling the time past”: reality often turns over and covers our long-term dreams perfectly, and integrates with it, just like two congruent collections. Every time I toss around in bed at night, I think about what I really want and what kind of life I want to live. Is my life too blank now or my heart too empty? What’s wrong with me?? I often ask myself, but there is always no definite answer. Before I went to college, I once thought about all kinds of wonderful things in college, but when the place I once dreamed of was completely not what I desired, I felt sincere and fearful. Learning is always hot for three minutes, and I can’t find the learning mood in middle school. The first classic sentence I heard when I came to the university was: in high school, I only needed to pass the college exam to envy; But when I came to the university, I sighed with emotion, in fact, it’s OK to fail the exam in high school! When we arrived at university, we found that in terms of life, we all wanted to become primary school students; In terms of study, we all became primary school students. Teachers had to assign some homework every time after class, it becomes very passive in learning. Because this is the classic quotation of senior high school teachers in China that we once thought we could play crazily for four years.). In this year, I was corrupted to death. I didn’t learn anything, and I forgot what I knew before. What makes me hate more is that I don’t have the previous principles and go with the flow. Classmates often joked and ridiculed each other, saying that if you study like this in college, are you worthy of the party, the country, the people and your parents? At first, I was also thinking that I was sorry. At last, I figured out that the most sorry thing was myself. It took another month to get the college entrance examination, and another group of people were about to be liberated. It was less than two months before the summer vacation, and our freshman year ended. The muddled year passed like this. I graduated from senior three last summer vacation, and I will be a junior next summer vacation. Time has passed, and now I think it’s really fast. Time, how to say. Sometimes I feel that time is always not enough, but sometimes I always waste time for some trivial matters. After the May Day holiday (I still enjoyed it very happily), I came back to continue my class. The weather is so spicy that even if you sit in the shady classroom, you still feel heavy and stuffy, as if there is no oxygen in the air, which makes you sleepy! I wanted to study hard, but I couldn’t stick to it all the time. It was a failure. Recently, God was nervous and made the weather hot. It made everyone feel nervous. Today, I took the most boring circuit class again, and the experimental class was even more tangled. The teacher lost his temper and shouted loudly: Are you all pigs? The country has cultivated a few more people like you. Now it is still raining heavily outside. The continuous thunder is accompanied by the alarm that the motorcycle sometimes thinks of. The noisy people are very annoyed. Damn, that dormitory is still playing cards, and the sound of throwing cards is also constant, +-+! It’s so rare, ticking….. Tomorrow, it is estimated that it will cool down. Come on, I don’t know how many times I have said the words of struggle, whether to friends or myself. However, it is really difficult to stick to some things. But I don’t want to leave so many blanks and laziness in my college life! Just like, I don’t know which so-called celebrities said, psychological hints also play a great role. I hope so, come on, fight, you, me, Ta! After writing so much, I finally feel a little sleepy! ~~~~~~zzzzz! (The Thunder is a little small, the bedroom playing cards is also flameout, very good! Quiet a lot of) 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. 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Every corner is a small era

In a small universe, there is a small era. Inscription “Tiny Times” written by Guo Jingming was quarreled by countless girls in my high school, which made me feel kind and familiar with this book. In fact, this is not the first time to open this book. I remember the first time I met “Tiny Times 01 paper folding times” was in the dark attic when I was in senior high school, and there were a lot of sundries on the abandoned bed. There are several novels, and when I saw the name of Guo Jingming, corresponding to the “tiny era 01 paper folding era” which is familiar to countless people, I opened them to read. But maybe God deliberately wanted to tease me and Guo Jingming. I saw a page of unacceptable dialogue, so it seemed that there was a bomb that would explode at any time in my hand and threw it back to its original place immediately. Later, I saw this book from Huimin not long ago. I am still curious about this famous book. I always think that the prosperity of a person or a book among countless people must have its inherent charm. But sometimes, not everyone can accept this charm. I have heard more or less about the characters in “Tiny Times 01 paper folding times”, and the story is roughly a little vague. I think actually hearing it is just a way to understand. If you really want to experience all the tastes in it, it is better to sit quietly and read books. This time it was because she mentioned “Tiny Times” when she went to the summer solstice dormitory. Her boyfriend lent it to her. I am excited to ask if you can lend it to me. She smiled and said that she should finish reading it quickly. I said three days. As a result, I finished reading it in ten hours. Middle been on and off. The day before yesterday, yesterday, today. The three marks of longitude and latitude interlaced with each other, and each picture drifted away in the blank thoughts. The background of the story is the prosperous Shanghai. This is where I want to find out. Shanghai is like a mirage on the river, with glittering sight. Countless people were stabbed by dazzling light, but they still set sail persistently. The waves were surging, and the elites stood in front of the huge French windows dozens of floors high and looked down at the front with cold eyes. I seemed to hear their indifferent sight cheering the victory on the other side. I feel that this is the fate of the machine. People are willing to bear such a cold destiny in such a city. At the beginning, white-collar workers lived in a hurry for a day in the workplace. There was no scene of warmth, and my heart was put in the ice grottoes for a moment, losing the consciousness of temperature. With Gu Li, Gu Yuan, Lin Xiao, Jian Xi, Tang Wanru, Nan Xiang, Gong Ming and Chongguang coming on stage, the story set off a storm. Yes, waves. Gu Li is a proud peacock, enjoying her youth extravagantly under the beautiful and cold colorful clothes. What she eats, wears, lives and travels are famous brands that I don’t know. She was obsessed with finance and economics, and accurately calculated all her things related to numbers at a speed of 0.01 seconds. Many people like Gu Li, so do I. She had a distinct personality and was calm and rational in the storm, so that Gu Yuan wanted to hold her tightly. She was so distressed. But she was optimistic, and any frustration would finally disappear after crying or silence. She was still full of skin care, drinking expensive coffee, and saying poisonous words that choked people to death. But she herself was infected with tragedy, her mother’s identity was unknown, the contradiction with south Hunan, a woman facing a huge company and so on. These will be a net far away from happiness, covering her and tearing up the people around her at the same time. Lin Xiao narrated in the first person, so he should be the heroine. I think her character is between Nanxiang and Gu Li. When she worked in the famous magazine ME, she accomplished all the harsh requirements of Gong Ming with unimaginable possibilities. So she has the intelligence like Gu Li. But when she faced her feelings, she was stubborn and indecisive. It is like the love of South Hunan to Xi Cheng. The entanglement between Jianxi and Lin Quan finally made Jianxi leave resolutely. She saw off her love with tears. When turning around, crying in Chongguang’s arms. I don’t know whether she wants to get out of the gloomy days when she is separated from Jianxi, or whether she really likes Chongguang. I just think her love becomes thin between the two. It is like a piece of squashed paper, with wind, dust, rain and dew swinging in the strong wind. Nanxiang is a weak but has always been guarding for a devastated love. She described her last love on the drawing board with beautiful self-abasement. Xi Cheng hurt her so many times but she still didn’t give up. Last time. She said. This is so sad but helpless. Because of Gu Li and Xi Cheng, she began to stay away from this flashy circle, like escaping. Finally, Lin Xiao met her at Christmas. But she shivered and told Lin Xiao what was the dirtiest secret. I always thought that her last farewell was the rumbling sound of train. What she said to Lin Xiao was automatically thrown under the rail by me, leaving a red liquid after being smashed. Tang Wanru always speaks and does things in a pure attitude like a single-celled organism. Her words were like a hilarious bomb, which made people laugh out a drop of tears in the shocking eyes at any time. She was extremely distressed for having to train and having to face herself with muscles. She liked Weihai, but at last he looked like a kite with broken lines gradually away from her pink bubble love. I think such a simple girl must have her own happiness. Gu Yuan, a handsome, air-conditioned person, and Gu Li’s tacit understanding, wearing a computer cold mask overdrawn. He and Gu Li are a natural couple, with the same hobbies, the same life and the same way of speaking. At the beginning, Gu Li came to his dormitory with hot chaos. Later, when he sent a text message to apologize to him, he sent a text message: I love you. At that time, he was very depressed and had no money to eat for two consecutive days. The tears left are melted in the warmest corner of my heart in the white hot air. Gu Yuan’s love is like a dormant volcano. I know that he will never leave Gu Li. Just like what he said: I think everything else is bullshit. It doesn’t matter who you sleep with or who you kiss. To love someone is to accompany him, warm him and consume a huge life with him for a long time. Just like Gu Li, no matter what happens to her, I still love her —— Jian Xi is like a warm south wind blowing through the whole picture scroll, he is gentle and gentleman, always provide a solid arm when Lin Xiao is sad. He was a prince, indifferent to his own color in the prosperous circle. But he still disappointed me. Is he out of pity for Lin Quan, guilt, or love? He set foot on the airport, embracing Lin Quan and disappearing in the stunned sight of Lin Xiao. The final farewell is not just poetry, but wind. Silent, no black and white. Speaking of Gong Ming, in fact, his indifferent and expressionless machine life has always been regarded as the model of the hero by me. And he in the story increases your accepted cleanliness. I think Lin Xiao is really suffering. But he always had people who cared about him, eager for his father’s approval and caring for his sick younger brother. I look forward to his wonderful love in the world. Love can melt his cold heart and give him a kind of power to look around at the fiery red of Phoenix Flowers. Chongguang, I began to think that he was just a very insignificant role, and there would be no intersection with their circle. But in the end, he fell in love with Lin Xiao. When he approached Lin Xiao gradually, I suddenly understood his destined role and fate. After encountering Lin Xiao and changing into gastric cancer, he took off his childishness and Halo and reborn with a mature and vicissitudes and very warm face. But how long can his life last and how long can his love last? With the warmth and ugliness of human nature, each character poured out the joys and sorrows of life, love and hate in the prosperous Shanghai. I suddenly felt scared about Shanghai, a metropolis. Imagine standing beside the Huangpu River, the crazy wind rolled up swirls. The neon lights at night flickered with a dim dream, and all the office workers started the night life of drunkenness with a glass of vodka. Finally, no one wants to wake up. But after the countless alarm rings in the morning, they still had to rush to dozens of floors of office buildings. My ear seemed to have remembered the sound of white-collar high-heeled shoes of ten centimeters. Shanghai, a prosperous metropolis, has condensed a small era. Countless people played the mixed joys and sorrows in the city where they traveled around. I was suffocated in the book, overlooking this small area on the map of China, occupying all its space with a blank look. I seem to have seen the white-collar workers who are working hard in the tall buildings. Our times are sad. I think that’s what Guo Jingming wants to express. Under the Iron hoof of material, the drunken lifestyle obliterates many beauty of human nature. We don’t know whether what we pursue is the opposite mirage, or whether such endless pursuit has a result, and whether this result is exactly what we want? Guo Jingming said that our lives exist in such a small, crowded and warm era. —– There are more time we don’t know and places we haven’t seen. This era did not stop turning. It made everyone’s life move forward in parallel in the coldest and most rational way. Therefore, such a small era is in every corner of the world. I threw a pile of pink money into the sky at the highest speed, and I just saw it hit the peak of the era. It was like a sharp sword, followed by a flood of blood. 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…