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The Emerald harmonica, I don’t know what material it is, the shining golden copper sheet, the bright drop point, the structure of the wood block and the exquisite carving make people happy and desire to possess it, it is treasured by you. Every time you go out to play and walk away from home, you must hide it on your body and regard it as your hands and feet for fear that others will take it away. On the windowsill in the south of the house, your appearance is always indispensable every night, just as TV broadcast is indispensable every day. You held your breath, adjusted your posture and stared at the bamboo forest intently, just like a senior musician who played unconsciously. The little animals are moving, and the environment seems to make a sound of fighting against each other. I can’t remember clearly whether I have watched a series called swordsman or trample. You claim to play well and have a good voice. In fact, I always feel that no matter who plays the harmonica, even a weak person can play it, and your voice is like a duck, and it is not enough to give a free title called water duck. I am too lazy to tell you this, because the harmonica has always been occupied by you. You have a problem, but I think it is a disease. You are often like a ruffian who collects protection fees, holding a harmonica to show off in front of other people’s stalls. The purpose of your ghost is not to make others envy the harmonica, but to see you, taste your temperament, worship you have artistic cells? I remember an aunt who was interested in asking you how beautiful the harmonica was and where did she buy it. You have no conscience to answer others like this, saying that your father bought it at a high price at an auction on a business trip abroad. You lie like an impromptu speech, and you don’t have to make a draft. Your father is a native honest man with a low cultural level. The most literate person is only his own name, Mei Zili. He was big, with black and strong muscles. It was for others to carry and unload the bag. When did he get this bad job out of the country again? You have too many illnesses, which are more than the stars all over the sky at night. You can never count them, and you are still growing at the same time. Once, that was your favorite plaything. Now, I can have it without any effort, because you are dead, my brother. 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…