Kindly word

Dad, I miss you and Mom, Dad, how can you abandon me so cruelly? Do you know how painful my heart is at this moment? The dopted mother’s house was moved. Their brother and sister were so harmonious and the family was so happy together. However, my heart was heavy with them. Dad, I also want to have a home, how nostalgic I was when I was young, I could ask adults for New Year’s money like other children when I had you for the Spring Festival. Now I also hope to be with you. I miss you so much… Dad, I remember that it seems that I told you and my mother that I recognized a dopted mother, but now I am very scared, do you know? I feel that I am just like a thief as my father. I often think of my mother’s work and uncle Guo’s work. I am grew up under uncle Guo’s careful care. He is a very kind person, of course, the style of educating me to be a person is basically the same as his style, and the work of a mother makes me very disgusted. She asked me to live in her house casually, and I dare not accept it, because I don’t want to owe her anything, especially money, because I will see the days when I was young without money. I feel uncomfortable when I think of the hard work of honest people to earn money, I have also been cheated twice. For the first time, I am not sad because I have a job, which costs 100 yuan, because I am not short of money. But for the second time, my heart aches, because my business is not good, it took me a long time to get rid of the expenses and purchase costs and prepare to add a piece of clothes for myself, but I was just cheated by others, so when Yong came to me, he couldn’t stop my tears flowing down. In his eyes, maybe I was so unwilling to give up the 100 yuan, but didn’t I, he didn’t understand the bitterness in my heart, just like he grew up under the birth of his parents and could never feel the fear of depending on others and the hard work that he had to support himself without the ability to work. I went to Phoenix with him and saw my little sister who made necklace and wreath bracelet with flowers and plants on the mountain, He sneered and said that this was the girl in the countryside, whose skin was so dark… my heart was very sour, because of the messy hairstyle, the brand-new clothes which were not very clean, and not everything about the tender hands, that’s business. I picked honeysuckle when I was a child. Picking up furry balls and balls, picking up the image of Tongzi, so I paid for a necklace that I didn’t like, and bought similar flowers and plants when I was young… Dad, I am so contradictory, I felt scared to him, and he always lied to me, because I hated the kind of person who lied, and I felt agitated when I thought of his lies, so I often bickered, I really don’t know if he is the one who really wants to spend the whole life in my life. I hate throwing garbage everywhere, stacking clothes everywhere, talking dirty, playing cards, etc, I hate him for being attentive to other women, but he has everything, I feel so tired, so tired dad, I am really scared, I feel sick when I look at those smiling faces, I want to leave, because I am afraid that the longer I wait here, the more I look at it, the more I care about it, the deeper the pain will be, it’s just like I have a mother whose 8% and 90 people all say that she is good and beautiful, but I have no chance to call her mother and write down her appearance, just like I have someone who can forget my life for life Dad, but I didn’t have time to let me grow up to be filial to you. I was afraid of having a brother with blood relationship, but without money as the foundation, we were more unbearable than strangers, but now I am afraid of having his good taste and his mother’s delicious food, which will disappear in the end. Dad, what should I do? I go from here? Now only my business with no income, when can I start my ideal shop??? 7 yue 26 ri 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…

Autumn Rain fragment umbrella remember

Autumn Rain fragment umbrella remember

Wen/Yi people are holding a oiled paper umbrella there, wandering alone in the long, long and lonely rain Lane. I hope to meet a girl with sorrow like clove. Twenty years ago, when I first came into contact with modern Chinese poetry, I fell in love with Dai Wangshu’s poem Rain Lane. In “rain Lane”, the poet who walked alone with an oil paper umbrella, the long and lonely rain Lane, and a girl with melancholy like lilac, it was fixed in my mind like a thick and light ink painting. Until today, when I see the colorful umbrellas held by people, I will think of the poet holding the oiled paper umbrella and the lilac girl with sorrow in the rain Lane. Now there is no one who can hesitate alone with an oil paper umbrella. It is not only in the late autumn when the autumn rain is lingering, but also hard to see. The word “hesitation” has been gradually deleted from the rain Lane with the elimination of oil-paper umbrellas as the era of poets went away. However, I can’t remove the hesitation brought by the oiled paper umbrella from the world of the umbrella. I always think that the oil paper umbrella can be copied, but the loneliness and confusion of wandering alone cannot be copied. Therefore, every rainy day comes, I always look for that hesitation among numerous umbrellas, but I can’t find it. Modern people are in a hurry, walking through the rain. They have hope, destination and berthed ships. Therefore, umbrellas are just their tools to cover the rain, and there is no other meaning at all. The poet ended an era with the hesitation of oil paper umbrella, leaving us only the loneliness and sorrow in the rain Lane. After thinking carefully, why should I look for the hesitation under that umbrella? There are too many flower umbrellas to carry the loneliness of the rain Lane; The flower umbrellas are too miscellaneous to calm the noise of the rain. Standing in front of the window, holding a cup of strong coffee just cooked, stirring while listening to the monotonous ticking sound of rain on the window glass in the House, the loneliness in the bottom of my heart came into being. Look at the umbrella flowers blooming before the rain. One umbrella, or two umbrellas, walk leisurely in the trickle rain to do what they should do. I knew that loneliness and loneliness were locked in the room by me, and the Glass blocked the world of rain. Although there were rainy scenery and umbrella interests in my eyes, but it was just like TV commercials, passing by hurriedly, which could not leave any impression. Today, the unexpected autumn day, the rain is still playing its own monologue unhurriedly. Day and night, I don’t know what it is telling? Is it sadness or joy? I am can’t guess. The flower umbrella walks in the rain, separating the world outside the umbrella. The world in the umbrella is dry and clean, which only belongs to the calm nature of one person and the romantic warmth of two people. And the world outside the umbrella is empty and silent. Except for the sound of rain echoing in the air, there is no need to find anything worth recalling. Xiao Jie, a college classmate, called from Beijing and complained that I didn’t contact her. I eliminated her misunderstanding with the word “busy”, but being busy was just an excuse, but the real thing was that I had no superficial mood to maintain friendship. I can make a phone call or send it to sister Yi, but what am I going to say? Said I’m fine? That’s lies. Say I’m not good? The words are very long, not a few words can be said clearly, and how can others understand their own sufferings? For friendship, I can help my friends understand and sympathize with me. In order to write, I can do something to make myself quit writing. But how can the unforgettable friendship and the persistence of looking forward to the end of the world cover the past with a busy word? Busy is a lazy umbrella, which covers my yearning for friends and my pursuit of ideals. The rain always stops to rest, and the flower umbrella will eventually be placed in the pavilion. Only a heart that doesn’t want to grow old always skips monotonously with the ticking autumn rain. In the dead of night, let the wet lingering lovesickness that is hard to withstand freeze. Dai Wangshu, a poet, could throw loneliness into the rain lane with an oilpaper umbrella. Ma Zhiyuan could send nostalgia to the alley with a broken heart in the end of the world. Moreover, Yi An, a layman, could paint the miserable tragedy darker than the night by guarding the window. People’s emotions are extravagant for the most difficult autumn. In the slight expression of sorrow, let your sentimental heart stop in the cold autumn. When the rain falls, it is sudden, and when you rest, it is instant. People are old and depressed in the helpless accumulation of yellow flowers and the teasing of autumn rain. Suddenly Looking back, youth and dreams have gone quietly with the oiled paper umbrella in the rain Lane. Therefore, what hesitates alone is only the loss of time passing away, and what is lonely and lonely is only the confusion of where to wake up from the wine tonight. Swallow a bitter coffee, and have to sigh that life is just like bitter coffee, which needs to be ground slowly and tasted slowly. Through the window glass, I saw the oiled paper umbrella in a trance and moved forward slowly. But under that umbrella, it was no longer a single hesitation, but two people who were close to each other. They weaved a wisp of fervent feelings in the rain. In the small world, tenderness may not have to wait until tomorrow, the rain will naturally stop. The wandering oil-paper umbrella will eventually be stored in a corner of the heart and will not let it bloom quietly. 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. 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Listen to music at midnight: Love the Internet, love you

The pattering rain outside the window knocked on the window and my sleepless. I sat quietly in front of the screen holding a cup of fragrant tea in my hand, looking at the lonely sky cloud and hazy rain outside the window. I am an old man with little ink in his belly. Although he is middle-aged, he is born to be a lively and cheerful young man. He also likes to keep pace with the times. In today’s high-tech era and fast-paced life, the network has built a bridge for us to communicate with each other. The network has become a platform for people to exchange ideas, and the network is also a place for people to release their hearts. The internet gives people vast and infinite space, making modern people live a wonderful, splendid, charming and gorgeous life. Surfing the Internet has become an indispensable life for people, and I also entered the Internet world early. At first, I just wandered everywhere on the Internet, but later I really went to sea! As a student of the Cultural Revolution brand, although I didn’t learn pinyin and couldn’t type letters during my study at school, I used a handwriting board to draw characters. With a tenacity, I soon learned to chat online, and can post on the Internet. I fell in love with the Internet and couldn’t help surfing the Internet every day, which became my favorite. I am a person who pretends to be lofty and never takes the initiative to click on others. Most of them passively accept others’ additional chatting. Many netizens add my friends after reading my published articles on Baidu. Whenever I accept a person in QQ, no matter who? I will first look at the personal information of the other party. I can neither investigate nor Certify. No matter it is true or false, I believe it. I believe that although the internet is a virtual world, the people sitting in front of the computer must be real with flesh and blood and feelings. Fortunately, many netizens sent me beautiful photos of their lives, and some even gave me their mobile phone numbers. In the vast sea of people, fate is determined by heaven. In the rolling world of mortals, fate is human. The Sky of fate makes us meet each other in this life. You and I have never met each other, waiting for each other under the screen. On the Internet, we tap the health plate with our fingers, open our hearts to talk about what we want, and we pour out joys and sorrows between each other, we felt bitter, sweet, sour and spicy among each other. The Internet narrows the distance between you and me. You and I are so congenial in the unreal and ethereal online world. You are like a bunch of roses blooming brightly on my body, leaving a fragrance. Emotion transcends time and space, making you and me, who are separated from thousands of mountains and rivers, from unfamiliar to familiar, from meeting, acquainting, knowing each other to falling in love. Two hearts can spark, and two hearts can play a silent chord. The Internet is really amazing, which concentrates two strange and impossible hearts to communicate with each other on one side of the screen. We can say something we can’t say here. We can love someone we can’t love here. Online love is beautiful! The emotion on the Internet refers to tenderness, one person is lonely and two Sorrows, a wisp of lovesickness and two idle sorrows. I haven’t seen you on the Internet, but through the exchange of thoughts, I gradually fell in love with you and even fell in love with you. Because of you, my life has more thoughts and concerns. There is an unreachable dream in life, which is that I really want to meet my lovely lover. I don’t know whether I am fall in love with the Internet or you? In fact, the communication between people is the communication between heart and heart. Once two lovers love each other, they will walk into each other’s world. Don’t expect to last forever, as long as you have it. Love the Internet, love you, love on the Internet, more often than not fall in love with a person who can’t hold hands for a lifetime. There is no promise to live together for a lifetime, no love to live and die, but the constant concern to give up forever. There is no tomorrow or future for love that cannot be kept together. For lovers who love each other on the Internet, they can only search for each other’s trace in memories for many nights, and they can only feel each other’s existence in chat records for many times. Love and hate each other in the world of mortals, hurt and hurt each other in the secular world. If the love on the Internet is a flower, then when you fall in love with someone you shouldn’t love, love becomes a poppies, which is gorgeous, aggressive but extremely poisonous. Who can understand the sour and painful heart behind having love on the Internet? I think only those who once loved it will understand. Everything may be just an empty dream of the Internet. When this dream wakes up, everything will disappear and everything will return to real life. Falling in love with the Internet and falling in love with you, the final result of the internet love often ends without any disease on the Internet, which makes you have a very beautiful memory forever. Or continue to develop offline and become a lover in reality. Online romance is sometimes gentle and lingering, online romance is sometimes sad and touching, and online romance is sometimes thrilling. It is said that the Internet is virtual, but I still believe that people’s feelings are real. Because emotion is the eternal demand of people, and emotion is pure and beautiful, which makes people happy and relaxed. The Internet is really a good thing the vast sea of Internet let me meet you QQ plus you how fresh and interesting to see you in the video the Internet is really a big miracle the biggest miracle let me fall in love with you receive your happiness ah, send my heart, all my concerns are in my expression, I fell in love with the Internet, I fell in love with you the Internet connects you with me, not afraid of the long journey, thousands of miles apart, I can find you with a mouse, I fell in love with the Internet pass my love to you no matter whether tomorrow is the future or not, you will always be my only midnight listening song, xiao Yi sang a low and graceful song “fall in love with the Internet and fall in love with you”. The Melody of Love was leisurely and relaxed like flowing clouds and flowing water, tapping the heartstrings gently, and the heart was intoxicated with it! 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Details, little spray of life

Happiness is often a series of details of love. Inscription is about to start school, and the body of a free vacation should converge and step on the right path. Today, I went to the hospital of traditional Chinese medicine to see a doctor accompanied me. I didn’t expect that my doctor friend would take a look at the disease for me who always thought I was healthy. The doctor first looked at my colleague’s illness, then stared at my face and immediately asked me to stick out my tongue to let her see the tongue coating. I thought Secretly: broken, the doctor’s occupational disease broke out. She obviously started to look at me. I originally came to accompany the doctor, but I became a suspected patient. The doctor asked habitually: Do you feel dizzy at ordinary times? Anemia? Do you feel bored? After I denied them one by one, I first helped the doctor draw a conclusion: I am deficiency of Qi. The doctor opened his eyes behind the thick spectacles and gave me a serious look. He said in surprise: absolutely right! How do you know? After listening to the doctor’s words, I thought that medicine was not a doctor’s patent. When medicine became popular, everyone could maintain and repair his own body, and the doctor would lose his job. Therefore, I said to the doctor: I usually read some medical books and get to know something. I often speak less lazily, with low voice and short breath when moving. When I was in class, I often felt lack of breath and weak speech. I always drink radix astragali and red jujube tea to supplement it at work, but my life is irregular during the summer vacation and I can’t stick to it. The doctor nodded and said, “your method is right. Just make tea with radix astragali, and the efficacy cannot be fully absorbed. Why don’t you give you some proprietary Chinese medicine for invigorating Qi. Considering that the school is about to start, it is common to have several classes and talk for several hours for half a day. The feeling of being out of breath is really not fun. Therefore, he simply wronged himself and regarded himself as a patient once. He prescribed some proprietary Chinese medicines for invigorating Qi according to the doctor’s advice. When I got home, I opened the medicine bag and almost fainted. I thought it was the granules that I didn’t dislike, but I didn’t know it was two boxes of shocking capsules. Look at the manual again, good guy! I have to eat it twice a day, and I also have three capsules each time. When I was young, I was not afraid of pricking needles or hanging bottles (of course, there was little chance), so I was afraid of taking medicine. It is so big that I have never taken a capsule. I always feel that the long, naked guy has longer throat than others. When swallowing, if it stands down, it’s OK. Otherwise, the traffic will be blocked across the throat.? I have to take the medicine I bought with money and throw it away. Really, how many pills can an adult beat? No! This is not the style that I shrink back when something happens. Forget it, risk everything. Today, I have to challenge myself to eliminate those horrible bloody bad guys. Seeing my rich expression and determination, my husband knew that I was in a fierce ideological struggle. He sneaked in front of me gloomily, trying to peep at my concubines and watch the bustle. How can I know the ghost in his heart? How could his delusion succeed? Indeed, his existence really disturbed my mood and influenced my mood. Therefore, I drove him into the room unceremoniously to keep him away from my sight. At first, he refused with a hippie smile, and said that in case of any accident, he would call 120 in time. Even if he didn’t agree, I would drive his heavy body into the room without mercy and determination. Facing my overbearing and unreasonable, he begged for mercy and said: Wait a minute, you show mercy. I have to finish a particularly important thing before I can leave. Otherwise, there may be big trouble. After saying that, my husband went into the kitchen and took a trash can and put it at the table seriously. Then he quickly entered the room and left the door open. I have been a freak since I was young. My body is allergic and exclusive. As my mother said, my throat is very shallow. Terrible things and unpleasant smells will make me sick and vomit. My husband also knows my virtue very well, so he prepared for me in advance. All of a sudden, I was a little moved and my eyes were a little hot. Everything is available, just wait to take medicine. The three bright red capsules on the table were shining with luster, as if they blinked their eyes and smiled at me badly. I sat on the chair, stared at the three bad guys fiercely, and hesitated again. Suddenly, an artificial cough came from the room. I knew there was a pair of gentle eyes revealing anxious and concerned light from the crack of the door. I moved the trash can forward a little, picked up the cup, picked up the first capsule, and prepared to be desperate. I shook my hands, carefully put the capsule in the middle of my tongue, then drank a mouthful of water, stretched my neck calmly and raised my head, then swallowed hard. It was strange that the long guy slipped into his stomach soon after only a little blocked in his throat. I couldn’t help admiring my courage when I won the first battle. It was not too difficult to challenge myself! When I was complacent, there came a song out of tune in the room: when it’s time to make a move! All things are difficult. Maybe it is a word to scare people. The first bad guy was easily eliminated by me. Are you afraid of the second and the third with exactly the same strength? You might as well swallow all the remaining two at once. Being overwhelmed by the victory, I was ready to learn from my father’s feat of swallowing a pill. I just held two capsules in my hand, and there came a more outrageous song in the room: the storm broke into Kyushu! I decided to calm down and thought that I should not be too rash, and the speed is not enough! I am a newcomer to take medicine, and I am not as good as my father’s old patient, so I am still safe and eliminate them one by one. Therefore, I did the same thing again. The second enemy was wiped out by me without any effort. I heaved a sigh of relief, squinting at the last lonely guy left, unexpectedly despising it a bit. Therefore, I picked up the capsule proudly without aiming at it, and threw it into my mouth accurately at once. Then, take a sip of water smartly, and swallow directly without looking up. Maybe my strategy and tactics were all wrong. The pills were bumping and falling. The saliva choked me and I coughed violently with my neck open my mouth and shoulders shrugged. My tears also came out. Suddenly, a big hand patted behind me quickly and gently. A warm feeling made me relax quickly and stopped coughing. With tears in his eyes, a big hand handed a handful of white tissue. I wiped my tears and saw the anxiety and pity on my husband’s face. I smiled shyly at my husband, thinking about my underestimating the enemy and being embarrassed. Somehow, there was fog and tears in the clearly wiped eyes. Tears of happiness hang on the smiling face for a long time. My husband handed me another tissue and said: OK! I have to clean the battlefield. The eldest brother is not small, and he is still like a child who has not grown up. Then he picked up the trash can and went to the bathroom. Looking at my husband’s broad and gentle back, recalling the details of his seemingly heartless love one by one, my heart suddenly surged a wisp of sweet warmth. Suddenly I felt that every sweet detail in life was like beautiful and exquisite little spray, which decorated every ordinary and plain day from time to time. Therefore, the long river of life can flow forward continuously and happily. Happiness is often a series of details of love. Like (prose editor: prose online) 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…