Cold

Zhang Zhan, Wu Jia, many of them are six or seven years younger than me. In my eyes, they are still a group of children. I have been a neighbor and playmate for many years. They are very polite when speaking, so I treat them as friends again. Good friends. Zhang Zhan said, “My husband is playing outside. If you come back late, you should tell him if you are unhappy. Otherwise, if you just ignore him, he will think that you don’t care about him. It doesn’t matter whether you come back or not. I said, whether you are a lover or a friend, just like the sand in your hands, the tighter you grasp it, the faster you lose. No one is stupid. It is normal to know what kind of life is. Zhang Zhan said, “My husband is the kite flying in your hand. If you manage it too tightly, he will not fly high and there will be no development. If you don’t care about him, you just keep putting out the thread. One day he will fly high and far away. The thin thread of marriage will not bear such pressure and will also break. The best way is to release the thread and pull it again, so that he can rise steadily, but it is always in your hands. I am convinced, but I will not master it. Wu Jia and Zhang Zhan left because of many children. For many children’s birthday, only a few friends had dinner together. After a while, many children were drunk. It was probably the ninth time to dial Zhang Zhan’s phone as if he was crazy. The phone was connected. Many people’s phone calls are very loud, and we can hear each other’s voice clearly. Hearing the voice of Wu Jia, many of them were like holding a hot potato in their hands and throwing it to the boy closest to her at once. The boy’s strain ability was also very poor: Then what, Zhang Zhan, what’s up? Wu Jia said: don’t kowtow. I know this is a lot of phone calls. I also know that today is her birthday. I have been holding this phone these days, I don’t want to talk to any of you. If my sister is here, give her the phone. I took the phone, and Wu Jia continued: Sister, I miss you. Spring is coming. I miss you. We took the bus to dig potherb far away together. You bought a lot of delicious food for your nephew, only when we forgot to bring water, we drew lots to see who would cut off the passing trucks on the highway and buy water from them. At that time, we realized that money was the most useless thing, none of us said it was your son, so you should go. Summer is coming. Once I woke up at night, seeing the moonlight as water, very beautiful, I called you up. We all slept, wearing light-colored pajamas with hair scattered, wearing slippers barefoot, walking on the cement road which was white and bright by the moonlight, there was a car light on the opposite side. She said, we learned to jump zombies and scared the driver, but it turned out to be brother-in-law’s car. In autumn, we went to pick mushrooms. We didn’t know mountain roads or mushrooms. We followed them and later we got separated from her. The signal in the mountains was poor, so we finally got through the phone, we asked her where were you. She said, “I don’t know. There are trees all around, and we don’t know where we are, there were also trees around. We had enough money to refuel the car and eat on that day to buy a large basket of dried mushrooms, but what we played was just a mood. In winter, we went out to eat, drink and go out when we were free. We drank too much at one time. In the disco, everyone else was lost. We were still dancing, she said that we couldn’t stop Qu, and the boss didn’t know where to go, or he fell a bunch of beer bottles, then he threw the boss back, then he stopped Qu, stopped jumping, the next day, we all said that Wu Jia had a painful leg, just like talking in a dream. He didn’t allow me to speak, so he could only listen. Outside the window, the sun was still shining and shining. The Sun pulled a piece of black gauze to cover his face. The temperature dropped several degrees at a time. It was easy to catch a cold in such weather. Looking at the tears on many of my faces that made me drunk, I really don’t know who is the sun and who is the dark cloud. I can only catch a cold! Spring inspection, stopped the electricity for a day. Call, wash clothes and iron clothes quickly. My son ate a lot of snacks and was still shouting hungry. I was too busy to call my husband, but the line was busy. The meal is ready, call again, the line is busy. When cleaning up the bowl and chopsticks, hit, busy. After washing his son, he covered the quilt and beat him again. He still sat in front of the computer for more than two hours, and couldn’t knock a sentence into a sentence. He went back. My son heard my father’s voice, seeing that I didn’t make any noise, he got up in a row: Mom, aren’t you angry? Son stayed up! I smiled and covered the quilt for my son: Son, you are scared, mother is not angry, a woman and mother said sorry for more than 30 times, she said, sorry, the number you dialed is on the phone, please dial later. Mom is not angry. You can do anything, but I don’t catch a cold any more. Like (prose editor: Dielianhua) 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…

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Today is Valentine’s Day. The atmosphere on the street is really good. The gift on Valentine’s Day makes people dazzling. I took a rose from someone else, which makes people feel very strange. It’s very romantic at such an old age. In order to prescribe medicine for my mother, I went to the hospital and gave it to my mother in light rain. While I was walking in the small street, I felt the drizzle on the street was smooth and crisp, and the grass color looked near from a distance but there was nothing. Scenery. Passing by the park on the way, the rain fell on the grass, moist and silent. Negative ions and oxygen ions lined up to spread from the lawn to all sides. I took a deep breath and enjoyed the welfare given by the grass. I went back to my mother and saw her watching TV alone. I felt that she was very pitiful, but she made me feel very angry when she started to play. I helped her to do this all day long, I didn’t hear her saying a good word about that, but I was confused all day long, thinking that today this was gone and that was moved by someone, which made me confused, I had to go to work all day and had a rest occasionally. I prescribed medicine for her and paid the utilities. I had to listen to her endless nagging. I couldn’t stand it. Besides, I had to pay for my family, but she is almost 90 years old, and maybe she has cognitive impairment, but I can’t accept it, but I always get angry with her and argue with her. My sisters use various reasons, she didn’t come to relieve her boredom personally. She was afraid that she would pay too much for her old-age care. She thought that one monk carried water to drink, two monks carried water to drink, and three monks had no water to drink. I am annoyed by these common things. When I was annoyed by these common things, a group of disorganized words were grazing deep in my heart, so I went home quickly, typed these words in the computer, and combed my sensitive mood with a disordered word, A persistent dream. Those jumping words, like spring breeze lingering at my fingertips, like drizzle moistening my heart, as well as a gentle melody lingering in my heart, washing away my exhaustion. However, I met my sister again on the internet. She asked her mother, and I was so angry that I said to her, who was not raised by mother and mother? How old people are, why don’t you come to greet me in person and ask me to convey that it is useless to be unfilial when you are born and cry when you are dead? My mother is getting older and older year by year, and she doesn’t want to make the elderly happy, having a happy old age, but leaving her alone facing the TV, can she say that her daughters are filial? It was written that I was annoyed again. I did filial piety but was not recognized, which was also my helplessness. So open computer, Listening to the songs of grassland, I seemed to see my words like white sheep, leisurely and loose, and my pen and plate were like sheep whips in my hands. Blogs are like broad grasslands, which can accommodate these cheerful sheep. In this group of words, the sweetness of love and depression have become my motivation to make progress after being soaked in words, and the warm and touching things are also flowing in my words. Life has made me bound with words, so I will stick to it and make them beautiful in my life. Troubled me, I searched a few pictures in the computer, and they were so beautiful. The sun shone on the mountain and the mountain was yellow, and the shadow reflected in the lake was so beautiful, there is also a picture of chrysanthemum, the flower in bud is golden and blooming like a sunflower. I collect these beauties in my blog. Sometimes I turned it out and looked at it. It faded out and faded away. I was involved in the storm of annoyance again. That kind of helplessness, that kind of helplessness, that kind of regret, I really don’t know what my sisters think about in the aspect of old-age care, ask me, I will listen to my sisters to arrange, of course, work plans and personal summaries should be written at work, I still have to do some detailed work. I have to arrange what to eat today, what to wear tomorrow, and the hygiene should be cleaned. Many instant thoughts struggle and shout in the middle of my mind, looking forward to the miracle, struggling to dock. In the suffering, I felt tired and tired all day long, so I wanted to calm down and think about it. Common things are our living space. Sincerity, kindness, love and dreams grow in the soil of common things. In common things, we should learn to be grateful, grateful and grateful, and understand mother’s advice, you should share your sister’s troubles, be good at smiling at Flowers, be diligent in trying your heart, and be willing to get married with kindness. People are human beings. It is very difficult to get out of the silt like lotus flowers without being dyed. Maybe you have created beauty, but you are often watched by clowns. Maybe you have devoted your love, however, you are often alienated by the loved ones. Maybe you pursue the truth but fall into the void. Maybe you yearn for richness but go to plain, but this is exactly the charm of the secular world. Like (prose editor: prose online) 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…