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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. 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