Beautiful from the early morning

Wake up in the alarm and prepare breakfast as soon as possible. Ah, delicious and nutritious milk, steamed eggs with pork sauce and green beans. PA, PA, I clapped my hands habitually, got up, got up! The children didn’t respond. After shaking them again, the daughter slowly sat up rubbing Xing Song’s sleeping eyes. The son turned around and seemed to sleep deeper. Then she patted his ass and threw the trousers on his face, he got up unwillingly. Put on clothes, wash your face, brush your teeth, eat well, both are scattered everywhere. Ah, tomorrow is Teacher’s Day. My son said he would send a painting to the teacher. He began to choose his own works seriously. It seemed that I was reluctant to give up every picture, and finally made a difficult decision. That golden elephant was his most awesome masterpiece. He loved his teacher, so he was willing to do it. It seemed that time was too late. My son took his father’s car and went first. After finishing the arrangement for my daughter, I want to walk to school with her. She smiled happily. No matter what she did, she was happy as long as she was with me. I helped her carry her schoolbag, which was too heavy. We trotted all the way. She had a stomachache. I picked her up. She giggled and said, “Mom, don’t lose me. There were a lot of flower sellers on the roadside, and many students were buying flowers. She asked them why they bought flowers? That is for the teacher, because tomorrow is the teacher’s holiday. The teacher’s festival? Is Teachers’ Day. Do you want to give it to the teacher? Well, she nodded hard and finally bought it, but she looked at me doubtfully, how could I send it? Ha ha, I arranged it for her, but finally when she carried her schoolbag and walked to the school gate, I told her that she was late. She felt a little wronged and shook her head to pass the flowers to me, I knew that she must be embarrassed to send it. I didn’t force her to see her into the school gate. Her small figure carried a big schoolbag and trotted, passing through the big classmates around her and the playground, running to the classroom, my eyes were a little wet, but my heart was smiling. The sunshine in the morning showered me. The air was particularly fresh. People at work were in a hurry. The mother who was a new mother strolled leisurely with a stroller. The Business of the breakfast stall on the roadside was booming. Grandma wiped her grandson’s mouth, occasionally there will be the sound of the car whistle, which seems to be the accompaniment. Everything is so peaceful. With a quiet heart and a tranquil smile on my face, I breathed deeply and walked forward in the direction of light. 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…

Late spring

Spring elimination snow 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…

Stye happy

Teacher Zhu kexian, an Anhui poet, once wrote a poem: What I want/is the happiness with big pinholes. I agree that the more trivial happiness is, the more you can taste the taste of life. Because of BMW incense cars, Jinyi food is the happiness of a small number of people; The happiness of a large number of people is daily necessities, oil and salt, and parents are short. For ordinary people: buying a pot of flowers, drinking a pot of old wine, reading a favorite book, basking in the sun, holding the hands of relatives for a stroll are all happy. Happiness is the same. What I want is happiness with big needle eyes. Happiness is a rigid need and an indispensable taste in life. Throughout the Ages, many happiness with big pinholes have permeated the yellow years and soft hearts. Confucius once asked his disciples to talk about their personal ideals. Zilu said in a supercilious tone: give me a small country, and I will make it rich and powerful in less than three years; However, gongxihua said humbly: he just wanted to be a insignificant little emissary in the sacrifice, which Confucius said. Asked Zeng Dian, Zeng Dian was grooming. He put down her with a clam, and said neither supercilious nor supercilious: I think the happiest thing is in the late spring, I took a bath in Yishui with my bosom friend, and then climbed on the high platform, letting the late breeze dry my hair slowly. Confucius sighed: I and Dian Ye. It means: I agree with Zeng Dian’s point of view! It seems that the happiest thing is not to be in a high position, nor to be in a high position, but to open yourself, embrace nature, conform to your own mind, and the harmony between heaven and man! Jin Shengtan was famous for his humor. It was said that before he went to the execution ground, he calmed himself down and wrote a limerick for himself, which was both crying and laughing. He wrote about happiness and many kinds, but each of them is a common happiness, a kind of happiness that you and I have experienced but never cherished. I only remember one thing: He said that in the hot summer days, he sat under the tree with his head covered and killed a green watermelon. The inside was really red flesh and black, so he enjoyed it with joy. The joy of Zhang Han lies in his resignation for thousands of miles, just for the water shield perch in his hometown; The joy of Tao Yuanming lies in picking chrysanthemum in the East fence and holding wine in the thatched cottage, regardless of whether it is full of grass or sparse seedlings? The joy of Pine lies in Evergreen all the year round; The joy of bamboo lies in integrity and unrestrained; The joy of plum lies in being proud of the frost and snow; The joy of orchid lies in sticking to Qingfen. What kind of happiness is not the happiness with big needle eyes? What kind of happiness has never broken away from the shackles of money, fame and wealth? What I want is happiness with big needle eyes. No gold, no silver, as long as my heart is determined and I can smile, it is enough. Carrying fat green vegetables and stepping on the golden light of the sunset, it is happy to go home; Reading a favorite book in front of the window of the moon shadow and flowers is also happy; On the plastic track of the stadium, bathing in the slight night wind, walking a few circles, it is even more happy! My husband called me baby, I am happy, my mother called me old girl, I am happy; My daughter called me: Mother! I still happy! I don’t have a hardcover House, even a QQ car, a prominent position, and no safe deposit. But what can I do except myself, no one has the right to deprive me of my happiness. Everyone has the right to enjoy everything in the world. Sunshine is free, flowers are free, Moonlight is free, breeze, drizzle, snow and smile are free, I have got so much, what else to complain about? My little heart is filled with the love of relatives, friends and God. I am so happy, how can I not enjoy myself? I often think: On the day when I leave the world, I will not cry, but leave a smile, because I have received too much and there is no return, so I can only use one smile, return what the world once gave me, a lot of happiness with big needle eyes! The happiness with big needle eyes is the most warm enjoyment and possession in the world. It is a quiet path to happiness. Please approach it with gratitude and enjoy it. Happiness is a good medicine to cure fickleness, and it is just needed. 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…

Live life

The sunshine in August has gone away from the frivolous and impetuous past, and it is lazy like a young woman who just got up after a nap. Tired sunlight penetrated through the glass window and splashed on the floor, like a pool of restless water, floating and flowing. The familiar tune was circling in the loudspeaker box all the time, and the music singing in the ear was just like the girl’s low-pitched eyebrows and eyes, which was graceful, implicit and beautiful. Time slips away from the fingers like quicksand, and the kiss of time is printed on the smooth forehead without trace. In the years of time, we are all dust and passers-by of each other in a hurry. The precipitation of time smoothed the heart that was once extremely restless. After thirty years old, he was no longer arrogant, angry, or whimsical pursuit of those unrealistic things, and began to accept the reality calmly, in the fleeting time, who could get what he wanted, hid himself into a dark fragrant plum, enjoyed everything given by God happily and swam happily in the glittering world, simple Life. Holding a cup of green tea, standing on the balcony on the fourth floor and looking down, he unexpectedly saw a camera crew shooting TV plays on the path in the center of the square. Maybe it was shooting a scene of a fight. A young man walked on the road in a thought-like way, and then a young man rushed up infuriously and couldn’t help punching. I don’t know which action does not meet the requirements, the director shouted again! Both of them returned to their original places for the next encounter. Adjust the expression and fight again. Then return to the same road, encounter and fight. It went round and round until they were exhausted. Still failed to express the artistic effect the director wanted. Such a short shot is also a flash in the TV series, but it requires actors to make such efforts. That is to find a seemingly perfect expression, which takes so much time to complete. When I turned back, the restless light on the floor had disappeared, and the green tea in the Cup was already slightly cool. The scene of the fight just now was still in front of us. Suddenly I envied those actors. There were so many opportunities to come back. Life was everywhere in the play and outside the play. If life can also return to the starting point, will we also exercise all the details to show people without any defects! Those songs I have loved, and those I have loved. If the details of life can also be carefully crafted, can life be happier and more refined? In fact, life itself is a playscript, and actors are themselves. No matter how the acting skill is, it is always live broadcast. People who once said wrong words and offended people, directors who don’t give you a chance to come back in the version of life, so there is no room for maneuver in life. Life is just like a game. You should be decisive and cautious in one move. Gestures and gestures are out of print. A slight mistake can subvert the whole game. Life is like a journey without return. Our thin youth is passing through the flowing light like floating clouds. Withering is the beauty of flowers and flowers, and winter is also a hotbed for breeding life. Facing the live scene of time openly and calmly, we play every game in our life well, because we can’t repair the unsatisfactory chapters in our life, so we have to be open-minded, do everything well, deal with things fairly, treat everyone equally, and interpret our life well. When life grows old and the blue silk is dyed with frost, it will not lament that the youth will lose its fleeting time! Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) 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…

Night and Ashes

The moon hasn’t risen yet, and the city lights squeeze the darkness to a place without light, which must be black in the dark. More figures travel between light and dark, so do I. I often stop to look at something. Then, I walked casually and thought about something. The dark blue night sky is like a curtain without light, covering the endless cold High, where there is a river composed of countless stars. On the night of early October and winter, this river passes through the coldness of Wu Lan and the loneliness of Wu Lan from west to east in irregular directions. My sight is surpassing a trivial and tiny me. I feel my body is weathered like a wall brick, and my sight is like a broken kite, chasing the river with no starting point or ending point, wandering in an unknown direction. I know that the flying of sight is not equal to the flying of the body on which the mind depends. On the night of early winter, my existence doesn’t matter as much as I don’t need to exist. I stood by the road, and cars roared one after another. I was like a concrete pole in the night or a dusty tree, while more people are riding bicycles with their feet fiercely, looking for the preface road from the supportive traffic flow, the harsh friction caused by the emergency brake, and the cycling people are like running deer, the danger of the moment has been left behind the back. I am thinking about my existence. On the night of early winter, how many times have I gained from running and chasing a man who has lived in the world for more than 40 years? My memory checked the bill for me and found nothing. In the daytime, I stared at the Wilderness in early winter. It was yellow, lonely and empty. The leaves of shrubs were falling at an accelerated speed, and there was no fruit I had seen on the bare branches. If I want to tell frankly that I have gained something during the Spring and Autumn period of more than 40 years, I still have to answer like this. I am running a 40-year-old Zero. The operation mentioned here is also not the operation that merchants simply aim at obtaining. I understand that this zero is in opposition with me more often. In the physical moment, I painted it with colorful patterns symbolizing fame and wealth and money. Then, I went to sleep with yawns, when I woke up, the Zero had risen to the metaphysical height. I saw everything I drew turned into dark clouds and smoke at that height, and then fell into silence. The wind blowing for me this night was cold and sharp. My head shrank in my collar, just like a tree retreating its branches stretching too far. At this moment, the moon illuminating others has no intention to shine on my hair and body. The moon is like a silvery cat, whose light is so quiet and serene. From all nights to this night, and later nights, it will always be the pet in the eyes of the rich, guarding the dream for him or her and decorating the dream. While the poor had something to do under the moonlight. The lights on the construction site were dim. On the tripod, I heard the sound of teeth trembling from the wind. A walking tractor carrying vegetables, the moonlight lit up the green leaves, the driver’s head was rubber tires, and the black face flashed past me. The moon is obviously not my pet either. My dream is simple and does not need the retouching of light. My dream is as simple as grass in the cotton quilt. It is enough to have a light green grass on the black and desolate background. Old Cotton is the most beautiful flower in the wilderness of my dream. This is the cotton planted by my grandfather. It warms my heart and soul on this winter night, making me remember the essence of being a human being, don’t be overjoyed at any time. I will have a short conversation with my old grandfather who has passed away for many years at this winter night or at this ugly time. It was the night of lunar October 15. Some people burned yellow paper and set off firecrackers in front of their own doors, and ashes flew in the cold wind. I didn’t know whether people were missing or praying for something. What can this way bring to the alive or the dead? I stepped on the Moonlight on the Ashes and walked towards my apartment building silently. 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…

Years Elegy

In the bustling chessboard, the game is no longer a player. The past is like smoke, and life is full of ups and downs; Spring and autumn cycle, the story is several times mulberry field. Inscription the window is quiet, the night is mixed, the clouds on the horizon are getting darker, the flashy fades away, and the dim chrysanthemum lamp in the distance is shining alone under the dim night sky. Looking at the Milky Way from afar, I sighed the long road of life, often in the understanding of drunk and awake, wandering in the warmth that gradually faded away and even forgotten. Bend the index, play the command edge. Time is like water, living alone in a corner, quietly listening to it passing quietly, quietly thinking of the silhouette of a certain fragment, a desolate mood, if lost in the green ghost; Abandoned in the wilderness, it’s OK, not related to people. Nai Ru is tied in the heart, but he has to sit for the old years. Flourishing and low turning, passing clouds; Time is like a green glaze picture scroll, pink ink is near the inkstone, and the curtain comes to an end sadly. Stretched out his hand, salvaged a period of water-colored time from his fingers, trying to hold back the beautiful years that he had never caught in his life. Those green and verdant years may be forgotten gracefully, and may be remembered lonely, A piece of desolate pain and sweetness, tasted alone in the troubled world of mortals. Looking back, the scenery along the way, the story of ups and downs, even though there are thousands of kinds of reluctant to give up, all kinds of nostalgia, also eventually lost in the vast smoke waves of the world, although years have foreshadowed the past, you smiled and painted the vicissitudes of life. The touching at that moment was enough to warm all the desolation in your heart. If Zimo is dusty, Shaohua will disappear. The long river of time flows slowly, longing, still there, and silently recalling the past. If thousands of thoughts and thousands of people are buried in small ink inkstones and slowly run out of pen and paper in clear words and beautiful sentences, can we exchange time for another time? Among the fireworks and dust, there is an emotional ocean that one side of the bustling land cannot swim across. After a journey, several people can walk to the poor water and sit and watch the clouds rise. Vegetation not to Four Seasons promise, Downs revel; Hongyan not with Sky swear, wings ze xing. But you can’t break the shackles of the world of mortals, and can’t wear the color under the sky across the shore; The personnel of that year had turned into smoke in the wind, and the beacon of the story had also dispersed into dust in the mortal world. The night was quiet, but I didn’t read it, but why did I worry about fishing? If it were not for me to read, it would be unnecessary to write a book to you. Think more about it. When the world has gone through thousands of sails, you will choose a place to live in Lin sheyou, and keep yourself in the deepest world of mortals. A roll of scriptures is fragrant, and the four sexes follow each other. Lonely when angling hu yue, bright and clean when written karma, so that past parting vicissitude, meet by chance, have become Fang dreams, painting Yunyan. Let all the heavy memories, like quicksand, disappear gradually with the wind in the long river of time. Looking back, the seclusion is as quiet as the night and clear as the sky. Is it because the years are too ruthless to find the trace dream of the old years? Is time too indulgent to catch the scenery of yesterday? Isn’t there no boat in the dusty sea, and you can’t swim on the other side to enjoy yourself? I always wander in those distant and sad places, keeping my gradually broken mind and an irreversible Chinese year. Only when a heart is hurt can it become indifferent. I suddenly saw the words my friend said to me, looking at the time no longer, the blank feeling after desolation and my gradually old face, I cried in panic, after getting drunk, I only stood lonely at the door of time, looking back slowly at the gentle warmth and warmth I had passed, and my heart was enduring and depressed. If we take the game of Huawei in the year, and hold on to the game of Fusheng, this win or loss has nothing to do with the world, just for a stroke of emotional life, even if it is still painful, a thin cover, I am still willing to hold my innocence in the turbulent flow of time and space, stretch my finger to define the time, Hook the past, and waste it in vain. If the years have never gone far, I don’t want to hold a pool of cold, and say goodbye to the lonely back under the load of the wind and frost, and go far all the way; If the years have never gone far, I don’t want to look at the moon lacking the moon and the red dots quietly under the interpretation of separation and joy with a clear attitude; If the fate has not gone away, I will not take the name of vicissitudes for friendship and love any more, compose this elegan of wandering and shocking dreams. 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…

Autumn * Kids * Dogs

The sky is blue, like cleaned glass. Autumn is brisk, Autumn, remove all burdens and release all burdens. In autumn, you have to prevent dogs. Newspaper said. There are a lot of stray dogs in the community. They are honest and never scream. At night, I often went to the dustbin to find food. When I saw someone approaching, I quickly avoided it. However, I often take the initiative to bypass them so as to make them eat at ease. There are also a lot of rich dogs in the community. The dogs are dressed in vests and take a walk with their owners proudly, with the appearance of Fox and Tiger. At the sight of strangers, they barked wildly, regardless of men and women, the old and the young. They opened the war at any time and any place with the appearance of making waves with the wind; At the sight of dogs of the opposite sex, they drooped and rushed forward regardless. Just like Jia’s mother said Jia Lian, no matter how dirty or smelly he was, although he was afraid of dogs when he was young, he ran away as soon as he saw it. When I grow up, I know that I must not run. The more I run, the more I chase it. The more I am afraid of it, the more rampant it will be. Just like facing difficulties, you will retreat if you enter it. There are two dogs upstairs. The one of the rich second generation is a big yellow dog, which is as tall as him. Such a pair of combinations made the scene of walking the dog quite imposing. Although his dog was strong, he was kind to others and did not yell wildly. The second generation wife often accompanied her husband and dog. Occasionally, white-collar workers in the downstairs office were heard chatting in the elevator room, saying that the second-generation wives looked at people like dogs and had nerve problems, and they looked like enemies when they saw them; They were always worried that their husbands would be robbed at any time. People don’t like that kind of feminine cream. I thought to myself, it was not her fault. The social atmosphere was bad. As long as there was money, the old man would be chased by women. Therefore, it is more important for smart women to watch their husbands than dogs. But we should not be too neurotic, and be full of grass and wood, and classify the same kind of people of the same age in the world as our imaginary rival in love. There is also a pug upstairs, whose hostess is extremely short, less than 1.5 meters. Every time she walks the dog, the scene always reminds people of a proverb: the dwarf is short called a pug. This is a characteristic proverb of Fujian, which means that the dwarf is so smart. She was so smart that she helped her husband become a boss behind her back and also trained her son to become a director in CCTV. She tied the pug to the corridor. The dog was really not as calm as the Yellow Dog on the opposite side. I don’t know if there is overnutrition, and I keep shouting all day long. The moon is hazy and the birds are hazy. When someone opens the door, it will call; When the elevator moves, it will call; When the aunt sweeps the floor, it is also called; When someone throws paper scraps upstairs, it is also called a tiny bit of movement that affects its nerves. With it, Heaven and Earth are not lonely. With it, people are not at peace. Later, I didn’t hear its voice any more. It was not like getting started, but like giving it to others. Children love animals and want me to buy dogs. I said I would rather have birds. He said he wanted a talking bird. That is myna or parrot. Good expensive yo. I bought two small goldfish for him to try. After his ordeal, the small goldfish died in less than one night. I said I wouldn’t want to play with the living things any more. If I didn’t waste the 4 yuan, these two little goldfish could stay leisurely in the fish tank of the supermarket for several months. He was boring, so he ran downstairs to play and saw the aunt holding the newborn baby, and said that she wanted to take her home. The baby’s eyes are clear and innocent, which reminds me of Duoduo’s childhood. One day, I took him to the park to bask in the sun, and met a preacher who said that the baby’s eyes were clear and she had just come to the world without being polluted; The bigger the person is, the more complicated the eyes are; the older the glasses are, the clearer the eyes are. Indeed, it is interesting to recall it. When Dodo was a child, I judged whether he had done bad things according to the expression on his face, and the result was absolutely safe. As long as he came to me obediently, his timid eyes and honest appearance must have knocked over the milk and pinched the eggs again, or pour the water from the bathtub onto the floor. The living creatures in nature are always so cute when they are young. The chickens and ducklings are furry, which makes people never feel bored and unwilling to see them grow up and mature, people would rather not enjoy its mature delicacy than lose its childhood cuteness. However, it is necessary to grow up. Sooner or later, you have to take off your lovely fuzz, fight against the future with strong wings and mature posture, and sing loudly and resolutely. If you don’t grow up, who will write history and eulogize life. Although the Yellow Dog is horrible and annoying, there have been many stories of Dog loyalty in the world. On the eve of the Japanese tsunami last year, it was said that a dog saved the owner’s life. At that time, it seemed to have a premonition of something, pulling the old lady’s skirt outside with its mouth, the old lady ran out with it inexplicably. In a twinkling of an eye, tsunami hit and houses collapsed in Fujian, China and even around the world. The touching deeds like dogs are common, and even human beings are sighing themselves. Human beings are so smart that they can not only clone and land on the moon, but also produce masterpieces such as melamine, a lean meat plasticizer. It is by no means a pig’s head or a dog’s brain. Unconsciously, I turned my dislike of dogs into love, and this love reached all animals. Including child. Thank you for autumn, which brings me refreshing body and mind. I suddenly felt that the child’s eyes were the autumn sky, which was clear to the bottom. This is not my new invention. Who hasn’t read the ancient Qiushui Yiren? Autumn Water and autumn waves refer to clear and moving eyes. Thank you. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) 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…

Years, I accompany you to wander around the world

I don’t know whether it is the snowy season or the day when Pear petals are flying all over the sky. I just have a mood that has nothing to do with beliefs and joys and sorrows approaching my 19-year-old! End those feelings and those happy wandering, years, I will accompany you to wander around the world and start our new wandering! Dawn held a grand funeral for the dream. Oriental White told me to be a happy person from tomorrow. For life, I should apologize, because I am not a competent poet, I am not as generous as a poet, free and easy as a poet, and innocent as a poet; For nature, I should also apologize, because I am not a pure child, I don’t have the simplicity of a child, the spirituality and innocence of a child; As for the road, I should apologize more, because I am still not a firm Walker, I don’t have the perseverance, straightness and responsibility of walkers. I should have grown up at the age of 19. I accidentally said that day: After my 19th birthday, I will grow up and be a good person. I also amused my second sister. In fact, I am serious. I am should learn to change roles in life. The scene of life is grand and spectacular. I can’t always hide in the arms of love and play the role of a child. Taking the footprints behind me and counting the joy and tears, I know that if I were still a child, it would only be the child of my parents. However, what about a hundred years later? After all, in this world, I am just a child of nature, the dust of the universe, those seemingly hypocritical lofty, almost weak dignity, naive persistence and crazy pursuit. How many pounds are there? What society gives a child is only false sympathy and comfort. I don’t need any reason to grow up, so I want to grow up well. What do I know at the age of 19? There were only two footprints in a long road, which had been in the world of mortals and dreams all the time. The temple outside the world of mortals provides a tempered childlike innocence, and the palace in the world of mortals maintains a detached mood. With this childlike innocence and this kind of mood, I will accompany my years to the end of the world. Every life is a passer-by in the world. Fate is the collision between one sand and another, the intersection between One Direction and another, and the lingering between a gust of wind and another gust of wind, the combination of a poem and another poem, the overlap of one footprint and the other footprint is simply like a cloud root, a gust of wind running away to the treetop, what is precious is like a leaf becoming a fossil when it is worn. I don’t want to be a traitor in the world of mortals, let alone an enemy in my heart. No matter what I have met or what I will meet in the future, my heart is full of plot needs. After all, a really large world is a grand theater! Happiness and joy, sorrow and sadness, everything is far and near, and the mood is clear and dark, who can smell the meaning of a drop of fate? Isn’t it good to be free, free and free? Cars transport a body to another place, while hometown plants a dream in her land. I deeply love the people in my hometown, and the dream of my hometown also loves my hometown. Hometown is a collection of various moods. I string them together and dye them with the color of rainbow. After the rain, I won the Sun, sweet, bitter, hypocritical, sincere and thick, light, clear and turbid tears all danced in the wind, dancing into the gentle color of the White Dragon River. My love has never changed, but my memory can only stay in my appearance before I was 18 years old. I regret that I didn’t remember those busy or quiet streets and lanes, and those famous or nameless flowers and grasses on the roadside, I didn’t remember the appearance of those small bridges made of stone or wood. Now, I warm my memory with those famous bridges, while those nameless bridges can only warm them with my memory. I don’t think about it, because I have my strength. Being strong, being strong is just a gesture, a farfetched explanation for mood. Is it another expression of ignorance? There is no need to verify. Anyway, I will wander with the years, let everything be precipitated, purified, and made into a deep fossil or glittering amber! Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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. 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