This road and Li Dali and his three loafers

This road and Li Dali and his three loafers

1 I didn’t know how long he had walked on this road, but he kept walking like this. Because, he firmly believes that the persistence and struggle of life comes from life and people’s constant persistence and pursuit of adversity. Because he firmly believed that the gorgeous rainbow hung after the wind and rain. Because, he believed that without the cocoon shedding into a butterfly’s Chrysalis, there would be no slender feet dancing! Therefore, after this series of reasons, what greeted him could only be a kind of exploration and pursuit without any choice. Then who is he? He is the great power and his three treasures to be introduced in this story. Li Li is a street vendor from a poor mountain town. At one end of the street corner, he is a small vegetable farmer who plays with flowers and plants or sells some fruits, vegetables and rice noodles. Everyday life is full of extraordinary hardship and busyness. But there were still some occasional leisure time to take care of his three treasures. These three living treasures are not other flowers and plants, but the species that human beings are most loyal to their masters from beginning to end and are called dogs and dogs. How did Li Dali get to know these three loafers? It should start from the time when he entered the city vigorously. Dali was originally a remote mountain village, a farmer who was born as a coolie. When he was forced to have no way out, he held a mentality of entering the city for a try, I didn’t know there was no result after the hardship of going to the city, but I had to contend with the embarrassment and entanglement of the reality and started a vegetable farmer who was a street vendor. In his daily busyness, he got to know the three treasures wandering in the streets for food like him every morning and evening. I deeply knew the humbleness and bitterness of my family background, and also could feel the loss and sorrow of being abandoned on the street by the owner. At that time, he thought that although I had the same grief, poverty and desolation, I still tasted enough spare capacity to support these three treasures. Therefore, one person and three treasures became the main road of this street scenery. Dabao is a pure white pet, which is counted as the most active one every day, and it is also the most active one every time. He is always jumping and jumping with joy, following around in front of and behind Li Li. However, for the other two babies, they have to show a little bit later and shoot a lot slowly. Most of the time they are running and playing with Dabao. This made the vigorous life of wandering in a foreign land enrich and enrich a lot. 2 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…

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We rode bicycles, shuttling back and forth under the hot sun, with smiling faces against the sunshine, showing many cuteness. May day we just marching bicycle, towards big sea direction, 9 Personal very lively, soon arrived Dianchi edge, looking ahead, blue waves brilliant, endless seawater vast, this is not the first time I have been here, so I don’t have much excitement or expectation. Everyone parked the car on the shore. I stood quietly by the sea, staring at everything and taking a sip of the summer wind. It seemed cool because I was by the sea. I felt all this quietly, feeling the sea facing the sea and the spring blooming. There are several willow trees on the shore, swaying in the breeze, adding a touch of beautiful scenery here. I opened my umbrella. After all, it was summer, and the sun in Kunming was still very scorching. I followed them on the beach, feeling the graceful feeling at that moment softly and gently. Walking on the trace of time under my feet, there is the undulating Dianchi lake water nearby, and the quiet West Mountain in the distance. Unconsciously, it reminds me of the land I once stopped, the beautiful Qiwen Lake, here is more magnificent, while Qiwen Lake is small and more soft. I don’t know what I miss? I stopped here and suddenly found that I still missed that gentle wave very much. Did I miss that Lake or not? That place was indeed loaded with many of our stories, but there was also a lot of resentment, wasn’t it? I clearly remember that there were many willow trees around the lakeside. Every spring, flocks of ducks were wandering on it, and there were also flocks of fish, all kinds of which were very beautiful. I also clearly remember that in that spring, we vented our youth on the runway around the lake. In that season of youth, we released the sadness and hesitation in our hearts, and shouted loudly at the deserted lake in the dark night. I also held my good friend’s hand in countless afternoons and told our stories unscrupulously there. The story about that Lake and that Lake had been buried for a long time. It seemed that I was afraid to mention it. The memory about someone seemed not to be brilliant. I used to carve my daily mood there and met someone there unexpectedly, because it was the place where I met, but finally I found that we didn’t have a group photo about that place. Many people think that Lake is the most beautiful place in school, but for me, it is a kind of sad beauty. A kind of secluded sadness gradually filled the whole heart, because I once lost a lot for the scenery, with bitterness. Youth ran wildly in that season, finally lost to time, and finally fell apart. Maybe only he thought he was wronged, maybe only I knew how fragile I was. Even the ending can’t even be the final forgiveness. It turns out that what I am grudged about is not that ending, but that process. Xiao Qian, come down to play. They called me and pulled me back from meditation. I answered with a faint smile that I was afraid of water. Seeing them so happy, I was also very happy. Putting down the heavy mood, I breathed the sea breeze, very relaxed. Yes, I used to stay too much for a passer-by, even only to make others happy, but forgot myself, even for one person, I lowered my posture to the dust and chose to accommodate again and again, but that was not me, losing the original reality. Now I am slightly free and easy, which seems to be more real. I chose to sit on a clean rock, watching them laughing and playing in the water, neither envious nor jealous. On the contrary, I am very happy. Standing by the sea, it seems to be far away from the secular world and noise of the world. Life is a long way, time is long, and water flows long. We are always busy, in the past of life, or slowly? Maybe if you hurry away, what can you do with a moment of peace in your heart? The protrusion and annihilation of life is like a chestnut in the sea. However, what makes me quiet, willing to wash away lead and beauty, and choose plain appearance? Time flies like a shuttle, The Wind Rises and clouds move, leaves fall without trace, sentimental youth, time flows by, on the Green Beach, there will always be a deep mark. Only after experiencing the bitter washing in person can we feel it and get more indifference to the world. Year and month are like flowing sand, living in such a world of you, you, me and me. The noise of the world often forgets yourself and those once beautiful. Only the worldly busyness, sorrow and happiness, the ups and downs of the world, and the ups and downs of the ups and downs are left to everyone. It turns out that what I like is still this heavy sea. In this season, I choose to be your plain face, clean up the lead and be the most real myself, very free and easy, and very happy. 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