A roar woke up everything in the world, followed by the first spring rain in Jiangnan. Some people say that the trickle spring rain is just like the tears of a boudoir woman, and how to wipe it is in vain. But for those who love rain, it is a reward. Spring rain is like a kind fairy, full of attachment to life and everything in the world. She never cared about whether the land was fertile or barren, which brought hope to the earth; She was also like a light dancer, dancing beautifully, drawing beautiful arcs between the heaven and the Earth, spread to the Earth, leaving a beautiful image like smoke, fog, yarn and silk, which makes people intoxicated. The ticking rain gave me an inexplicable sense of security, and she made my heart find a harbor. I love spring rain very much, because she is not as torrential as summer rain, nor as bleak as autumn rain, nor as cold and humid as winter rain. In the daytime, listening to the rain makes the impetuous heart quiet, just like a pair of hands, smoothing the waves in the heart; At night, listening to the raindrops makes the restless heart settle down, just like a lullaby, making people fall asleep. After the spring rain, the air is fresh and pleasant, which makes people forget flashy, noise and everything. What I remember is only nature, only nature. Standing on the tall buildings and looking far away, half of the city can be seen at a glance. The tall buildings in the distance are looming like mirages. People often say: spring rain is as expensive as oil. It not only selflessly nourished everything in the south of the Yangtze River for thousands of years, but also brought weak feelings to us in flashy. I love this spring rain, which plays the movement of spring and brings us the hope of life.

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I always miss you today. I missed you before, but I didn’t miss you that much for a long time. I really want to think about it today. I have read several books, all kinds of books. From Jin Yong’s “The Legend of dragon killing by Heaven” to Zhang Ailing’s “half life fate”, from “the poem about Fang Wenshan’s plain rhyme” to Tagore’s “Birds Collection”, I read Thoreau’s Walden, and finally I watched Anne Baby’s Never Say Goodbye. I always thought of you, thinking of you frequently and frequently. The beginning of the story of Killing Dragons by relying on heaven wrote that Guo Xiang traveled all over the central plains to look for Yang Guo and Little Dragon Girl, and he couldn’t see them after three years. Guo Xiang felt sad, even if he found the big brother in his heart, what would happen? After saying goodbye, it is not just a matter of increasing my concern. It was at this moment that I thought of you and felt that I was the poor Guo Xiang who couldn’t find you in my heart. Then you became Yang Guo, happy and comfortable with sister long somewhere. I couldn’t see it anymore, so I picked up half a lifetime. I had watched the TV series played by Lin Xinru and Tan Yaowen earlier, and I knew that they were destined to have no relationship with each other, and I regretted for half of my life. Zhang Ailing’s well-washed and slightly sentimental tone narrated this long period of endless love slowly. The deep love between Manzhen and the world was shallow, and the unforgettable love and heart-wrenching pain and hatred finally became as light as flying bullets. Such separated feelings made me out of breath. Zhang Ailing wrote: life is so fast, especially for people after middle age, ten or eight years are like things between fingers. But for young people, three years and five years can be the whole life. He and Manzhen have realized that they broke up, but in a few years, they have gone through so many things in these years, it seems that I have experienced all the sorrows of birth, aging, illness and death. I think of the changes that have taken place in you over the past few years. You said: These years have completely changed, from inside to outside. Things happened so suddenly and faded so fast that I could not help cherishing the people and things I wanted to seize. When I think of the pain you have shouldered in these years, a familiar pain welled up in my heart. For your pain, I also gave up my love for you. In any case, I couldn’t read any more, so I simply turned over the poems. There are countless talented people. It is another matter whether talents are recognized or not. Finding a place to place talents that belong to oneself and are suitable for oneself can be regarded as completing the explanation of one’s talents. Fang Wenshan is lucky. What kind of approach to eternity should be used to collect and commemorate your own mind so that after many years, you can still remember that you were anxious, happy, and happy at that time. Maybe the plain and elegant poems with pure words are well written, aren’t they! Haven’t I just experienced those anxiety, joy, hardship and happiness? But what am I now? After experiencing this series of charming adjectives? What is your state and mood? stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.

and yellow leavers of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall

there with a sign. The flying birds in summer once flew to Tagore’s window to sing to him and then left. He never flew to my window and sang to me. Birds in summer were always full of hope, so I was full of hope, and then it flew away, my world lost the crisp song. And the yellow leaves in autumn, they had nothing to sing, just sighed and flew there. Just like my mind, the plate was spinning, sighing back and forth, and I refused to fall to the ground and return to the dust. You see, I am so arrogant and unreasonable that I just put these words on you and me! I decided to read Walden well and read a long preface. In the preface, I repeatedly warned that the book must be truly quiet to understand. This is a lonely book, a lonely book. It is just a book for one person. Seeing this, I smiled bitterly. A person’s book? Should I desecrate it and spoil these lonely words with a divided heart? Strike. I think the real book that suits me most and can get into my heart most at this moment can only be Annie’s “Never Say Goodbye. How can Annie understand so many emotional psychology? Let’s not explore it. The feelings in the world always have the psychology that Anne said. When looking at it, who didn’t put his own psychology and experience on that text and let others kill him? When my mind was hit by those words one by one, I felt it was the truth. I am one of them. In real life, all feelings may not have a clear ending. Be sober, there is no unfinished story, only the heart that has not died. With such a gloomy smile, I tried my best to maintain this self-righteous and unfinished story with this undying heart. I just can’t be reconciled to accept that the ending of the story is so vague. Can I be sober when you call me sober? Then you can call one hundred more people and one hundred more words. Please be sober. My ears must listen carefully. I know it’s me, I am is angry with the words. I lost to those small and dense words because I was not generous and unconvinced. Forgive me for haggling over every penny like this. I don’t want to read any more. With such a mood, I just profaned the author’s painstaking efforts. I want to write something about you. I know you may spend the night in Wushan today, and a feeling of intimacy surged in my heart. I feel dejected when I think of the fact that we have never broken through the distance of three kilometers to meet each other for so many years. Could it be that we once missed each other but did not recognize each other’s face. A myriad of thoughts, thoughts racing. All these processes, how to start, how to lose contact, how to restore contact, and how to decide to choose no longer to contact. I suddenly wanted to cry, but found that my eyes were too dry, so I had no thoughts and expressions, and my tears didn’t come down. No, there will be those crying moments again. Even if I see the news and words that are more striking and more jealous, I may not be able to cry. In the past, it was because you were not sure that you lied to me, but now it seems to be unnecessary to shed tears for certain things. Am I calm enough? When I wake up in recent days, I still feel that I still dream of you when I fall asleep at night. So I recalled a little hard, sometimes I could recall your appearance in those fragments, sometimes I couldn’t remember anything. What kind of mentality is it? I can’t tell clearly either. It seems that I have accepted this kind of living condition. Reading at night and coding in the daytime took several hours to write thousands of words, which made me feel that writing was not easy. I am expect a free life, which is a bit similar to the current state, but it is better to do what you want to do wholeheartedly than now. I have been tired of working from nine to five, not because of the long time, but because the work content is not good for myself. Moreover, considering that once I step into a decent working life, I will definitely lose these precious ideas, and I may also laugh at my comfort and inaction now, however, I said that I would not let the future one laugh at myself in this state, but it would not work at all. I hope to be free. When my body is not free, at least my mind should be free enough. If what you do is not what you want in your heart, your body will drag down your mind. Once you get tired, your heart will fall down. I know these thoughts are very different from yours. You were so devoted and nervous that you wanted to have a good life as soon as possible. You said at that time that the way you wanted to work was very simple, being a photographer and living a simple life. Now I remember firmly, do you still remember? However, as you know, I always have thousands of reasons to explain to you. I know that you are different from others, and I know the pain you have suffered, so I put down the idea of blaming you. Now I really want to record every thought and thought. I can’t grasp that tomorrow I can still have my favorite thoughts and satisfying self-touching like today. In the future, I may go further and further with my current thoughts. The more I understand this, the more impulsive I am to protect these fleeting good thoughts. I always go to strange places on purpose. I know that in the real world, I can’t walk away from those people who are familiar with the noise. I went to find a strange website. No one knew my website. I settled down there, wrote what I thought and thought what I really wanted to think, without any hindrance. Of Korea? I am willing to open a land of Soul for myself and keep these thoughts which should not be seen but are cherished. Tears suddenly fell down. That’s it. If you want to write, think about writing, then move yourself first. I know it may be hard to be understood and moved by others. If you have the same experience with me, you may be surprised that my words have bribed your heart. But maybe you and I have the same experience, but you are not in the same situation and psychology as me, so you also lose the possibility of resonance. Writing here, my heart is calm and comfortable. I can read Thoreau’s silent Walden. I hope you are not noisy and crowded at this moment. I always want to write, always want to write. Thinking about you has become a way of thinking. I suddenly felt tired, and even the feeling of crying just now disappeared. I don’t miss you so much. So, I was ready to stop.

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Last night, I received a patient who was dirty and gave off an unpleasant smell. At that time, I was only concerned about ECG monitoring until I didn’t care much, later, as soon as the doctor entered the ward, he asked his family members to get some water to clean it. I suddenly felt the smell unbearable. He kept shouting something in his mouth when he took oxygen to the patient. After a long time, he realized that he was saying not to operate. In a flash, I was confused. I was holding an oxygen tube in my hand, so I had to operate. Finally, after talking for a long time, the patient was willing to take oxygen. If it was normal, I might have made fun of this person in my heart, but facing this person in front of me, I became silent. During the propaganda, I knew that the patient was 69 years old, wearing and the cement on his body made me conclude that he was a migrant worker. I asked the accompanying people that they came from Anwei and did work on the nearby construction site, this man was beaten and several ribs were damaged. How could a migrant worker be beaten in the middle of the night, so he had to be sent to the hospital on a stretcher. Besides, this migrant worker was not too young, the boss of migrant workers also came along with me, so I had more doubts in my heart. I really didn’t understand that a migrant worker came all the way from Anwei to Shantou and left his hometown. What could he do to fight with others in the middle of the night? The moment he saw the doctor and nurse, he was in a hurry not to have an operation. Was it because he defined himself as going to the hospital to have an operation, or was he afraid of the huge medical expenses brought by the operation?

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