The water vat in heaven rotted and flowed, and the whole sky was filled with water mist. The air becomes thin, making people unable to breathe. After dinner, I suddenly felt anxious and panic, and wanted to go home. In fact, I don’t miss home. Home is just a pig’s nest under Baogai’s head. But I don’t like Gao Ji much. I know that I am a weak and lonely sheep. Ideologically, it is different from the smaller one, the bigger one or even the same age one. So it is out of place and makes me sad and tired. But he still sticks to his small sincere world naively. So I make friends very seriously, and there are few friends. Like cocoon of silkworms. Loneliness always accompanies me. Just ride a motorcycle and leave. The sky was very dark, just like a huge stone pressing down. The village road is bumpy and uneven, one by one. People are probably drilling in the house, either happy or sad. On the way, I was alone with my motorcycle. All the sounds were still, except the sound of motorcycles and the sound of splashing water sometimes. The light was turned on and it was dim yellow. Rainwater is connected into a string and a net. Wrap me inside. The trees on both sides also pressed against me. My eyes widened, a small piece of yellow still. I just rushed forward unconsciously by feeling. I felt that I was a boat in the sea. With the ups and downs of the wind and waves, I was destroyed by the wind and waves, and completely lost direction and control. I also felt that I was just a sheep walking on the path in the valley in the dark. I raised my head only to see a faint sky, and the beasts on the mountain roared. On the road, it was still silent. The chain knocked on the chain box, Kaka Kaka. Occasionally, a car passes like a plane, and the taillights are as red as fireflies. Several harvesters crawled in the front like dung, and they were going back north. I followed behind, like an ant. To Zhang village, the European-style architecture on the roadside made me confused that I walked into the gloomy castle. Walking towards the street, the street lamp was on, and there was a little warmth in my heart. My wife and son went to school and slept. Look at the wet body, lonely feeling. He shouted, and his wife called his son: Your father is back, let’s go home. I took my mother and went home with my son leaning on my back, a long-lost feeling of steadfast. My hope.

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Open the previous log, I wrote like this: I am afraid that in the future, I will laugh but not happy, cry without tears, and say without words! Maybe it was sad at that time, maybe it was just a pen that made me old, thinking that only in this way could I describe my emotions at that time.. But the sensible man said to me: Don’t be trivial, groan and exhortation without illness, and don’t linger in little sadness and little touch.. Therefore, I understood the true meaning of peace overnight, and then I also understood that loneliness was what it was before I grew up.. Maturity is not the heart getting old, but the tears spinning and smiling! I don’t intend to encounter this sentence on the Internet, which may not be complete, but reflects all the seriousness, the flying soul under the cherry blossom tree, and how much sincerity of ending?? In the past, leaving marks, sitting quietly in my heart, like a whisper in the meditation room, I was confused when I read it out, and I couldn’t read the melancholy of this world, floating like the world, how many wounds would I leave after a dream? Let it be, only the road is prosperous in my heart.. The wind is rolling and the flowers are broken, why do you disdain the sky? For whom do you keep the sensational sadness? In this world, that glance was the lovesickness surging by the bank breaching, the irresistible appearance and the only defect of Jiangnan Watertown. However, the habit of missing could not be abandoned.. I really wanted to leave, but I didn’t make a return date. The flowers blossomed in March and the cherry blossoms danced. From then on, the sea was changing, and only a panic metamorphosis and smile were left with the feeling of luxury.

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When I reach middle age, I often think deeply slowly in the dead of night. What kind of woman am I? What should I do is the most suitable for myself and the happiest myself? Once, I had longed for the beauty of the future for countless times. I longed for the ease of life with those who loved each other before and after the flowers, and walked hand in hand. Of course, I still failed to do so far. Once, for the sake of children and families, I forgot that I was a little woman, ignoring my body and youth. Zhang Ailing once said: when love comes, of course it is also happy. However, this kind of happiness needs to be paid, and we also need to learn to accept disappointment, pain and parting. Since then, life is no longer pure. I also said: disappointment is sometimes a kind of happiness, because I have expectations, I will be disappointed. Because there is love, there is expectation, so even if you are disappointed, it is also a kind of happiness, although this kind of happiness is a little painful! Yes, women are born fools. In order to live a better life in the future, they are reluctant to buy the clothes they like and waste the money they feel they shouldn’t spend on themselves. They are reluctant —— one day, I found a lot of things that I couldn’t believe, and all my reluctance suddenly turned into a big irony to myself! Sleepless night after night, disappointment, grievance, melancholy, regret —– Finally, I realized that the most reliable thing in this world is myself. In the future, I will live for myself well! Sometimes, if you love a person and a family, you will be humble in the dust. However, people who are loved often don’t appreciate it and don’t know how to respond. They still hurt and trample unscrupulously. In front of love, there are always people who are confident and weak. Love will quietly lose its original flavor in time. In today’s fragile times, we are too spoiled for men. We only know that we work hard every day to cook delicious meals for him and wash clothes every day. Maybe you are too good, men will feel that life is unchangeable and boring. So I slept in different dreams, and ran in opposite ways, so I endured —– gradually I learned not to cry, not to make noise, to be silent, to turn a blind eye, to be kind to myself, to cherish myself and to be heartless. I admit that being a, maybe, we don’t understand the wind, flowers, snow and moon, and don’t understand the poetic meaning, but we still keep trying our best to do well and do well! Only through personal experience can people know cheating, the feeling of pain, the endless joys and sorrows, the reality in the thin and cool, the smile in the pain, perhaps, women are originally falling, it is destined to live in others’ opinions, expectations and demands. Maybe life is like this. Life is just like flowers bloom and fall, and life is full of grass and trees in autumn. I am sober, enlightened and rested on the cliff. I am myself, looking for my original innocence, pursuing my inner voice, and letting go as I should, go your own way. If there is a next life, I must be a woman with a lingering temperament. The little bird is like a human being, laughing at the flowers blooming and falling, getting old and unable to walk, lying in a rocking chair with children and grandchildren on their knees, listen to me about the past —- midnight, time, flowers, fallen leaves, music, tassels gently at the fingertips, the shallow words left my mottled memory without complaint or regret! Women need to live with dignity and dignity. Only in this way can they support a blue sky of their own, which is the most wonderful life! Now I want to let women’s names not be called the weak, and understand that I should cherish life, every smile, every breeze, and every flowery fragrance. Come on, woman, let’s face the sunshine, the glow is shining!

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Unconsciously, autumn has quietly come. It is so sudden but also so natural! All of a sudden, it was because yesterday seemed to be still hot, sweating like a pig, hot waves rolling, and nowhere to hide; Today, however, it was full of coolness! When the cold wind blows, it will tremble a little! It is often said that: one autumn rain and one cold, that formidable hot summer could not resist the change of seasons after all, and finally became the past. In this season, I like quietness best! In a quiet space, or let your thoughts fly all over the sky; Or read a favorite text in a favorite music, it is in such a leisurely and free time to pick up those gone, but wonderful memories! I like looking for happy time in quietness, thinking about this complicated life in quietness, and looking for the real self lost too much in quietness! I don’t like the complexity, but I always live in the complexity! The contradiction between thought and action always beats my heart silently in the quiet moment. Most of the time, I want to walk freely in my own world like the wind, freely and freely in every corner I like! In this way, in the night, I often look up at the starry sky through a window and a Xuan window in a quiet daze! There is no moonlight shining in the lonely starry sky, and everything seems so quiet and messy! I have been looking forward to a long journey, looking forward to finding the lost soul in that distant land; Looking forward to such an unexpected encounter in such a strange world! Perhaps because I don’t have so much courage, I always hesitate at the moment when I am about to travel! The moment I used to be that yearning and expectation for the sea, I imagined myself standing on the rocks by the sea for countless times, listening to the call of the sea and feeling the vast expanse of the sea; I still remember the nostalgia for Jiuzhaigou that year, because of someone’s words, it became a hometown of my heart from now on! I still vaguely remember that I once walked alone on the bank of Qiantang River, looking at the Rolling River and the rolling waves and flowers, I always lamented how boundless the time was, there are always too many unbearable things, people or things. At that moment, I really feel what is heartbreaking! Even though I am reluctant to give up, I will leave after all, because I cannot bear the hurt! The autumn wind is bleak, everything is withered, the cold wind blows down the fallen leaves all over the place, and also blows down the missing all over the place. Autumn is a season full of missing, probably because of the sadness in my heart, so what I see in my eyes is sadness! Most of the time I always miss those friends I haven’t contacted for a long time. I don’t know whether I will miss you as I do now? Those years of youth that have gone forever carry too many memories of me! Every time I click those flowers in my memory, I will always smell the fragrance that makes people infatuated, just like the warmth of Angels falling from the sky in the lavender garden full of purple flowers, so pure and flawless! Follow its fragrance and go to the hometown of the distant soul, like the wind, walking in every fragrance of flowers, every wisp of autumn wind, and every leaf! Think, like the wind, wandering around, just to pursue the waiting belonging to the heart!

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We had our first group photo in 2013.02.06. We all laughed sweetly in the photo, just like eating too much chocolate. You looked at the photos for a long time and said that I laughed sweeter than you, which stole your limelight. I felt very innocent. I wanted to tell you at that time that you deserved it. Who let you stand by me. Because you exist next to me, I will always be the person who laughs the most sweetly in the world, hee hee. On 2013.02.10, 2013.02.11, you gave me a pigpig in pink and kept a pig in blue. There is a story: Once upon a time, there were two pigs. You kissed me, I kissed you, and finally held together to kiss. Hum, goose bumps fell all over the floor. On 2013.02.12, we played outside with another couple. After that, because you had something to do, you couldn’t accompany me home. The couple and I went to take the bus on foot. They held hands and held hands, while I followed behind silently with my mobile phone. Without you around, if you don’t play with your mobile phone, it seems that you don’t know where to put your hands. I feel awkward when putting it in my pocket, but when I put it down, I feel awkward again. Anyway, with the existence of that couple, I felt awkward when I was alone. I felt like I was abandoned in a foreign star and had no idea of what to do with everything. This is not the first time. It has been like this many times. You leave me. Losing is inevitable every time. The sense of loss is like the bitter fruit which is soaked to swell, blocked in the aortic of the heart, and every time the blood flow is stained with bitterness, this kind of taste is not good. I am not blaming you. I just pity you. If I just go home alone, I will feel lost and bitter. When I leave the city to study outside the city, you will stay and stick to a city without me, the loss and bitterness like an empty house without living for a long time may be stronger than vodka. Therefore, I must sincerely say to you here, sorry, let you be wronged. Many, many time points every time I run in the streets with you on my back, I will feel that I am a superhuman with great power at that moment, who can carry the whole heavy World and fly against the wind. Every time my skin is engraved by your teeth, I will feel that I am more suitable to write “How steel is made” than Ostrovsky. The difference is that he is painful and I am happy. Every time I hold your hand and press the road aimlessly, I will think about it. If at this moment, we are like infectious patients who are locked in the isolation cabin. We own a house independently and accompany each other 24 hours a day, how good it would be if no one else contacted us and disturbed us. Every time I see you squinting your eyes and smiling, my ear will naturally echo the climax melody of “Your Smile”. You are like the moon circling the orbit, embracing the Earth and shining, write an exclamation mark on my planet. With you, the world is crazy, and your smile weaves every wonder. Every time I meet you, whether it is video chat or real date, I will praise your beauty, and every time you smile modestly and shake your head. Those praises are from my heart. As the saying goes, Xi Shi appears in the eyes of lovers. When and where, you are Xi Shi in my eyes. 2013.02.14 + today is our first Valentine’s Day. Dear Pig, happy Valentine’s Day. You said that you would only spend Valentine’s Day with me in the future. Hang yourself with a hook. Don’t change for the rest of your life.

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During these days when I worked in the small town, my family and I lived a harmonious life. My father, needless to say, was already half of a town. As for me, I just came here. Although I didn’t come to the small town for a long time, I have already adapted to the living habits and social features of the people in the small town. We work in the industrial park of the small town every day, and we also go around in our spare time. During the period when I came to the small town, I witnessed the rising of the small town. This is not like a remote hometown. Many years later, when you go back and have a look, the mountain, the water and the road are still the same, and there is no big change. Therefore, I understand a habit of human beings. This habit is called hobby. At the same time, I understand the meaning of prosperity. This meaning is the route of various changes and development trends leading to the remote Shangri-La. Sometimes, our whole family will also take a family photo to commemorate the past time. However, that photo did not hinder the Time’s hurried pace, and I still became yellow and dim in the polishing of time. This makes me cherish the present and grasp the future very much, but I also take notes from time to time to write beautiful memories. I have said before what happiness is, which is reasonable, but it is personal happiness. When it comes to the happiness of a family, I tell you, it is the reunion of a family. Some people, just entering puberty, may be very rebellious and think that they should never see their parents, let alone live together. But I want to tell you that when you grow up, you will realize the importance of reunion. Although my family is thousands of miles away from my hometown, I feel that life is particularly happy because of reunion and lack of care. Sometimes, our family members get together and talk about romance in their hearts after dinner. You see, how interesting the family is. But time and tide wait for no man. In a twinkling of an eye, father’s silver silk had covered his hair, and the playful wrinkles slipped to the corner of his eyes and forehead and refused to leave. It makes people look sad! However, the whole life is full of grass and trees in autumn. Life without birth, aging, illness and death is doomed to be monotonous and imperfect. Also need not sad! Sometimes I jokingly told my father: Old man, you will live forever! After hearing this, my father sighed up to the sky and said with emotion: Yes! We old! I didn’t do anything when I was young, and I will see you in the future! Listening to my father’s Refreshing words, I suddenly felt an unprecedented burden on my shoulder. All right, work hard, I won’t let my elders down! I believe that the future world will be better and better day by day.

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Lying in bed ready to fall asleep, listening to Wei Xueman’s “I am Really Love You”, suddenly had an idea, get up and turn on the computer. I haven’t written for many years. This function, which has been blocked by real life, always spreads to my heart leisurely in the middle of the night, especially when I hear the music of feeling. Over the years, it seems to continue to write something, but it is always unable to do so. It’s not old, not tired, not lack of thinking, unable to use words to describe a sense of unease, stretched out his hand to touch, but feel so far away. Articles without sense of reality are often cut off by themselves. Maybe that’s it. I was afraid that half of the writing would suddenly stop, and I couldn’t touch the direction of the continuation. I used to be talented and proud of myself, but now it seems to be dusty. I can only miss it in the dark night. But does missing represent losing? I don’t want it to be like this. I feel that I don’t know much, only these are left. But now I have no motivation to know myself in the past and the traces of words. The lyrics are sung, let me go with you, let me go with you. But where did you go. I was still moved by the moving prelude to the piano. It turned out that I had never forgotten that I could write something, but it slept for too long and it was not easy to wake up. Facing the present era, how much can I tell if I can adapt to it. I really want to go back to the past, not because the past is so good, but because the past has really been lost. So it’s hard to let go. In fact, there are a lot of things, but too much silence makes people ignore its existence. I used to think that the words and phrases at hand came naturally and stayed calmly without fading away. But I lost it, silently. Looking for it, I knew it was a difficult search. Maybe there was no chance and tacit understanding to fit, maybe it was lost. Close your eyes and recall the past, and try to find a way to wake up the feeling. Now, it’s really a little difficult, a little difficult……

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Knowing that the cultural and sports activity center of the company held a talent exhibition for female employees, I couldn’t stand the temptation and witnessed her charming elegant demeanour on September 26th with admiration. Stepping into the exhibition hall, it is like walking in the flower bed of spring, flying birds and animals are in various shapes, the spring orchid and autumn chrysanthemum are lovely, the Olympic Fuwa are innocent, and the calligraphy painting is perfect. It can be said that every painting on display here, each piece of work has the charm of poetry and painting, which is full of beautiful melody and charming elegant demeanour. When you stop and linger, you will feel that there are countless colorful flowers and plants. Birds, fish and insects come out from all directions to greet you with a smile. The expression is so cheerful and the color is so bright, it makes you really want to become a free butterfly swimming in the sea of flowers, picking fresh pollen to your heart’s content, inciting magnificent petals at will, and further improving and sublimating the feeling of beauty. Suddenly, a big purplish red apple on the east side of the exhibition hall came into my eyelids. It was fresh and bright, and the Jade made clothes for muscles and bones and charms, which showed high artistic attainments and made me refreshed. Using embroidery technique to show the charm of writing brush and calligraphy is amazing. There are many such excellent works in the exhibition hall, which integrate two kinds of ancient art treasures into one, reaching the degree of ingenious workmanship, which is really amazing. When my eyes touched a wide plum blossom embroidery in the middle of the exhibition hall, there seemed to be a bright light passing through my heart, which aroused ripples. This plum blossom is full of water and spirit, fresh calendar, green, red flowers and green branches, vivid, reaching the point of being both physical and mental, and being solid and vigorous. Dozens of small flowers of Chanjuan and Chun Mei, like little stars in the peak, glittering and shining, reflecting a strong sense of three-dimensional and dynamic, watching carefully, it makes people feel extremely arrogant. Walking and appreciating, a picture of horses galloping on the west side of the middle came into my sight again. Several BMW horses were tall and facing the wind, with stars passing through two eyes, and their four hooves were swaying to turn over the frost of Haihan, the wood leaves of Hu mountain under the wind. The vigorous body and broad momentum make people excited and love them very much. Walking out of the exhibition hall, those artistic treasures which were full of charm, full of fun, the couplets of ancient and modern pearls, and reflecting each other were still shaking in front of my eyes. The poet said well: Please watch the flowers in the world and see if the flowers bloom. I am very grateful to these talented women who create beauty. Without their hard work, there would be no artistic beauty that has been harvested Today. They put the joys and sorrows in the world, the coldness and warmth of porn are skillfully integrated into the works, which makes the art treasures of the Chinese nation for thousands of years glow with new vitality. Through these highly appealing embroidery, painting and root carving works, I seem to see their noble spiritual sentiment and rich inner world, which make me truly feel the beauty of life, the beauty of nature and soul can enjoy the fragrance, enlightenment and charm of beauty in this small world. I think this trip is really not worthwhile.

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