I in the Park

On Saturday morning, my daughter went to the extra class. After sending her to the training center, I didn’t go home. I have been tired of working recently. Too lazy to go home and screw housework. I went to the nearby park. People did not enter, but wonderful music was introduced into the eardrum. There are already more than ten old people sitting on the rockery beside the corridor. Five or six old people who were over half a hundred years old, each of them held a musical instrument in their hands, accompanying an aunt with full expression and loud voice. At this time, aunt was singing “red plum praise”. The high tone and familiar melody made the tourists around slow down gradually, and many people stopped. Or stop watching, or sing in a low voice, or listen carefully. Although these old people are blocked by the increasing crowd, there is no limit to singing. It rose like smoke, making people feel high. With the song, I walked forward. After a while, I arrived at the small lakeside. Don’t underestimate its existence. Although, the current time is only eight o’clock in the morning. Its surroundings have been carved up without any space. To the east of the lake, crazy music was played in the recorder. In this piece of land, people danced with the rhythm. Don’t think this is the world of young people. Look wang lai, you will find, a 100 or 200-strong team in, young people few. People who shake their heads wildly, twist their shoulders and jump up and down are basically middle-aged and elderly people over 40 years old. The oldest one seems to be over 80 years old. It seems that the annual rings of time push them forward too fast, and they intend to PK with time. Moreover, there are many people and great strength. The shock of the group moved the Earth, so they had to be stepped on their feet honestly, letting them show their passion and energy. There is no limit to youth, and here, it is interpreted as no limit to life. Looking at every smiling face, I also walked forward with a smile. On the north bank of the small lake, there stand some tourists enjoying the beautiful scenery. At this time, the boat on the lake moved forward slowly. The people inside the boat did not want to row boats, but to feel the comfort of people swimming in the picture. Tourists on the shore, or looking at the lake from afar; Or throwing food and feeding ducks; Or brushing willows like shadows; Or singing poems and painting… they didn’t realize that the people who appreciated the scenery had become the characters in the scenery. Now that there are many quiet scenes. Then, let me do the flowing scenery! I continue on. The west of the small lake unexpectedly looks leisurely. At this moment, an old man was playing Hulusi, and the lingering sound was spread far and far by the loudspeaker. It seems that there is an invisible road of sound transmission on the river. The touching sound unconsciously spread around the lake bank. I was preparing to close my eyes and listen to the pleasant voice. Unexpectedly, to the south of the small lake, the sound of the sky shaking the ground came. All eyes were on there. Ah, it turned out that a whole set of drum set was also transferred to the small lake, with an electronic organ sitting beside it, and a group of saxophone was also caught in it. Everyone came to share the feast of this holiday. In fact, it is us who walk around the park in the morning that are really full of happiness. During the wandering, the scenery was watched, the voice was heard, the heart was refreshed, and people were young. Finally, I came to a rock beside the shore, sat on it, took out a novel from my schoolbag and read it with relish. Some people say that reading should be done in a quiet place. But I don’t care, it can be anywhere. I asked you how can you do, and you felt a distant heart. 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Follow of memory

Follow of memory

Finally, she could have a rest. After a while of housework, she sighed. But I haven’t cooked it yet. What a delicious lunch! It is really difficult to be a woman, especially, it is more difficult to be such a family woman. She is either busy around the pot, kitchen, bowl or bowl all day long, or follows the child. She stretched out her elbows, raised her index finger, put a drop of cold oil on it, and rubbed it evenly. On the faint temple, there was a thick faint fragrance of mint, which lingered around the room immediately. The fragrance and fragrance of refreshing oil are familiar, strange and long aftertaste. I remember that when I was very young, the lid of the cooling oil box was a kind of bright red, dazzling and blurred, with light yellow characters. When narrating itself, the benefits and unique functional effects that can be brought to people. But I don’t know when. This kind of cooling oil has changed the original appearance, but with a new look, it is in people’s sight. If not, I bought a box in person and felt that everything was still appearing in an original appearance. For, cool oil. I have been with it for many years, and I have never been with it and used it again. Therefore, as for its appearance, how to look at it and what kind of packaging it is, I haven’t followed it carefully, investigated it carefully and checked it carefully. Until, the nearest accompanying child went out and strolled. The light, fragrant and delicate fragrance emitted by the encounter with others is led back to the muddled past era by the fragrance. At that time, I wrote down such a small foreshadowing for myself in such a time of interweaving peaks and peaks. That is to say, I went out temporarily with my child one day. Headache, dizziness, and when it happens again. I took my child to the Street store and bought a box of cooling oil and air oil. She picked up the cooling oil and looked at her delicate and delicate design structure. The blue background is mixed with white intercolor, and a cat with concentrated breath and white head is exposed. The eyeglasses made people feel a little scared. What kind of design is this? A box of cooling oil still needs such a painstaking structural design. When she uncovered the lid of the box again and again, the shell of the box showed a full, rich and solidified white ointment. She sniffed lightly, a familiar smell, and for her return and feedback again. However, without the original, the strong fragrance is a little more elegant and quiet now. I just don’t know whether this effect is still the same as before. I tried it on a little bit, it won’t grow up when I was a child, but I still feel it’s OK, it has the function effect of refreshing and refreshing! Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) 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. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…