2. In the sleeping continent at night, countless dirty secrets and twisted desires broke out from the wet ground. They threw the wet black touch to the sky, and after grasping, pull the Sky Curtain down hard. 3. Shakespeare said that time would pierce the beauty and exquisiteness of youth, carve parallel lines on the forehead of beauty, and nothing could escape the scyck he swept. 4. I was sitting in the living room crying. Although I didn’t cry out, I was almost choked to death by tears permeating into my nasal cavity halfway. 5. White light flows around, and the open streets that gradually become hot are like a black and white silent film. Infinite expansion of silence. 6. The heart is like a giant cannibal flower growing crazily from the ground. In a few seconds, its plump branches and leaves cover all the light. In the huge darkness, countless thorny vines twined and grabbed my throat. 7. I don’t like you because you have a treasure carriage since you were young, nor do I like you because of your LV bag, I don’t even like you because you gave me D G boots. Even if you don’t have any money, I also like you. 8. Love without material is just a cover of weakness. It is blown by the wind, even without the wind. Walking slowly for a few steps is a mess of sand. 9. You don’t know when life changes direction. You are dragged into the abyss by disappointment, dragged into the grave by disease, and completely trampled by setbacks. Before that, before the end of the world turns upside down, let me stay with you. 10. Dozens Of consecutive rainstorms. There is lightning and thunder every morning. Huge lightning and thunder, like hands with sharp long nails, tore everyone’s eardrum abruptly. Every explosive Thunder is like a heavy slap suddenly thrown in the dark. 11. This is the strongest syllable of tragedy that pervades the whole open world and the great sadness of the low violin. 12. If we are all children, we can stay in the same place of time, sit together and listen to those stories that never grow old while looking forward. 13. Our life is rotating day by day, the second hand, the minute hand and the hour hand. 14. Do you know that our life is like this, one after another, endless farce. 15. Melancholy youth, rebellious years, fermented into a bowl of green straw juice, poured into the heart. 16. Human beings are really a completely self-centered animal. 17. This is the strongest syllable of tragedy that pervades the whole open world. The great sadness of the low violin 18. The huge moon shines the desire evaporated during the day thoroughly. The silvery moonlight divided all the ugly things into Ivory White. 19. The huge yellow moon above the head evenly smeared the flowing light in the dark and dense woods. 20. But there is one thing that will not be harvested by him, that is our friendship. 21. How much I want to be with him. I want to be with you as before. 22. Our pain comes from love. But our happiness also comes from love. 23. Rotating, colorful material world. Equivalent Exchange, the cruelest and fairest cold world. 24. Endless tears mixed with the frustrated mood that could not be dispelled, flowing out of my body constantly. I feel like a huge reservoir beyond the water level. The whole body is full of tears. 25. My head is going to split, as if hearing ghostly sharp laughter from the deep of the black hole. 26. His dark hair covered the young idol’s face and his great disappointment to the world. 27. The light of sunset disappears quickly like being blown away by the wind, just like the beautiful years that can never go back. It feels like in the last play of an era. 28. If you overlook our university from the perspective of God or height, then you will see a wonderful chasing war between cats and rats. 29. If you can have the ability of night vision in the dark, then now, you will surely see Yuan Yi, who is full of anger and humiliation, gnashing his teeth in the dark. 30. If our life is full of another unknown possibility before, then within the scope of the university Wall, who will meet first in this Chase war, all can lead to completely different endings. It’s like someone throwing a bunch of steel balls in the turntable. Nobody knows who will be the final winner before the turntable stops.

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Rural summer night, yue lang xing xi. The dark blue sky curtain, distant and mysterious, seems to be raised up by the mountains far and near; The moon is round, and the warmth is transparent, just like the gentle eyes, overlooking the quiet village. A few stars are bright and clear, just like the talking eyes of the sister next door. A blink of a blink will be a lot of unspeakable words. A few drops of clouds, east and west in a while, covering the bright moon in a while, faintly, it seemed that there was a woman who was a new woman with unspeakable warmth and shyness on her face. The frogs in the four fields were singing like waves, surrounding the villages in the mountains, walking in every courtyard, every Sunyard and every corner, there would be long and short frogs rising and falling; The insects singing at night were unconvinced, they also made a lot of sounds, long and short, light and anxious, as if they were going to cover these frogs. Occasionally, there were three or two dogs barking, neither light nor heavy, ringing in the yard. Through the lights of the window lattice, the courtyard of the farm was rendered dim and hazy, and mingled with the clear moonlight like water, different light and shadow, well-proportioned, no less than casually smeared ink painting, outline the impression of the farmhouse in the night. A little glittering light floating between the heaven and the Earth, from Tian fan, as agreed, slowly moved closer to the farmyard, hundreds of points, thousands of points and even countless fluorescence, outline the mystery and tranquility of rural summer nights. The night wind was cool and cool, and I came from the small steps on the other side of the mountain. After whispering with the seedlings in Mantian, I ran to the farmyard and gave the cool night to the farmhouses in the mountain village. The diligent banker’s family had already had an overnight meal. The quick hostess was washing the pot and bowl first in the kitchen room. The sturdy male owner wiped the sweat on his forehead and carried the bamboo bed to the sunstand again, the weather is hot, the night wind is long, just to enjoy the cool. Children who had enough troubles also smelled of sweat all over their bodies. They took a bath and put it on the bamboo bed to cool them while enjoying the cool weather. My children were all my mother and father’s heart. Although life was a little tight, my whole body was filled with unspeakable tiredness. Two or three, even ten or eight, were all hurt. Just after washing the child and putting it on the bamboo bed, the hostess came out of the House, wiped her hands on the apron and sat on the bamboo bed, enjoying the cool breeze at night. The child couldn’t help crawling straight to the hostess. The hostess was very affectionate and took off her apron, holding the child, babbling and talking. This time, a large group of Firefly fly sunning ground over, about circling, suddenly front suddenly after high and low, 1.1 point fluorescence, in the moonlight, contamination some room infiltrate out of light, particularly dynamic, particularly elegant. The curiosity of the child was suddenly aroused, and the bare-footed girl was going to catch fireflies. The hostess was distressed and refused, so the child burst into tears and was reluctant to give up. There was really no way out. The host went to catch fireflies in the Sunyard, it was not easy to catch a few and put them in the palm of the child’s hand. The child smiled with tears broken through tears. He held them in the palm of his hand as a rare thing. No one refused to give them. My mother couldn’t even think of one more look. The night was getting deeper and the coolness was getting stronger. The hostess hugged the child and taught the child to sing children’s songs, fireflies and fly every night. Grandma asked me to catch the turtle; The turtle had no long hair and asked me to pick carambola; The carambola, ask me to eat BA; Ask me to watch the play if there is no SAIC; Ask me to come back to wear sneakers if there is no stage in the play; If I can’t wear the sneakers, ask me to complain to the hostess, the child continued to read a sentence. One voice was sweet and the other was immature, mixed with the sound of frogs one after another in the night and the continuous sound of insects, which formed the elegant melody of Zhuanghu people in the night. In the night, how many villages like this, how many farmhouses like this, how many parents like this, how many children like this, and how many moon in the sky will remember, the sparkling stars will certainly remember that although such time will slowly go away in the flowing time, the memory left in my heart will not disappear, but it will always be covered with the smoke and sand of some time. One day, I suddenly remembered that this courtyard was my former home. The hero and heroine were my parents, the child was me, or my brothers and sisters. Growing up in the countryside, the whole body is soaked in the flavor of the countryside, and every inch of skin color is printed with traces of the countryside. That summer, that moonlight, that starlight, those insects and frogs singing, those dogs and barks and chickens singing are all clear to heart, and those familiar plots are all in the bottom of my heart, the root is just so-so, even if it is intertwined, no matter how hard it is, it can’t be worn off. It’s just that sometimes, I am busy dealing with big and detailed things and have no time to take care of them. But once I open my heart, there will be many unexpected feelings, which appear in various forms and are engraved in my heart, it will gradually become clear, just like the scene of this scene, it will be displayed in front of us. Because I have lived in the countryside for a long time, it can be said that I am familiar with such a scene. Sometimes, just like my parents did in those years, in the same yard and on the same Sunyard, I took my child to enjoy the cool weather, looked at the starry sky, listened to frogs singing like tides, counted fireflies like beans, and came with the wind at night. The whole body was refreshed, and the moonlight was full of the courtyard, regardless of the high and the low. My wife could also sit on the bamboo bed and play with her daughter who was just talking. While playing, she taught the children to read these children’s songs. The years that used to belong to father and mother fell on our shoulders again, the innocence that once belonged to us was passed on to the next generation. I will read this children’s song again. Fireflies fly every night. Grandma asked me to catch turtles. Turtles have no long hair, so they asked me to pick carambola; Carambola has no flowering, so they asked me to eat BA; BA has no SAIC, call me to watch the play; There is no stage for the play, and ask me to come back to wear shoes. Every time I read a sentence, the lost time will be clear in front of my eyes, together with those human feelings that have passed away, they all become clear and stand in front of them, which makes people dare not face up to them, and they cannot bear to turn a blind eye. In fact, up to now, it is not clear how the seniors connected so many things that were beyond their reach, but it can’t be denied that this belongs to folk creation, moreover, in oral instruction, accompanying a generation of people to grow up, its function, or its charm, is not that simple lines of words can be written thoroughly, nor because of some unapproachable voices, it will lose its own meaning of existence.

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A poem of Tang Dynasty, a scholar, sent the elegance of Gusu to thousands of households and the history. Therefore, there was a kind of beauty. The elegant demeanour did not decrease for thousands of years. Although before that, Gusu had long been famous all over the world, however, the well-known poetry was once again established as a kind of height, admired and admired by thousands of people. Fengqiao and Hanshan Temple, originally unknown corners, also shine brilliantly in the humanistic history. Even thousands of years later, as long as you sing a sentence of Hanshan Temple outside Gusu city, you will arrive at the passenger ship at midnight, it seems that the smoke and water outside the city of Gusu are boundless, the bright moon and Starlight, the boat shadow and light color, the dusk drum and Morning Bell will turn around in front of us for the first time, and they will ring clearly in the ears, just like this time, can, I can also come back. At this moment, it seems that many people have become the children of Tang Dynasty. In a blue shirt, I can see the frost leaves of the Maple Bridge, listen to the Crow in the night, and the moonlight on my shoulders, the tenderness in the heart is just right. But in the memory of Fengqiao, in the bell chimes of Hanshan Temple, how many lives will be life-long, how many lives will be uncertain, how much warmth and coldness will be intertwined, how many yin and yang are separated, is it true that the maple leaves are dyed every year, the river is full of light and smoke every year, the morning bell is melodious, and the evening drum is low and can be counted clearly? Today’s Moon does not follow the deep sigh of ancient people, hitting the soul. When the old blue silk dyed the mirror Frost, the low complaint haunts the intestines. How helpless This Maple Bridge and this cold mountain temple are, what kind of loss should it be? From the dust and haze of history, and from the wind and smoke of time, could Fengqiao and Hanshan Temple become cold and indifferent, and no longer remember the prosperity and decline of creatures, no longer have the authenticity and innocence of thousands of souls? Through the light on both sides of the Maple Bridge, I listened to the faint fickle Bell of Hanshan Temple, read out the tiredness of the Maple Bridge roughly, and tasted a trace of turbidity in the sound of the bell. The night of the Maple Bridge was no longer pure, the bell of Hanshan Temple is no longer clear. Probably, this is also the necessity of history along the way, and it seems to be the ubiquitous erosion and annihilation of the world of mortals. Fengqiao is no longer the Fengqiao when Zhang Ji stood on the boat’s head and thought about something colorful; The Moonlight is not the spotless one thousands of years ago, and it lives on the wandering shoulder; The fishing fire has already disappeared, instead, the lights were bright and the neon lights were flashing; The CAWU which was not old for thousands of years also hid far away in the passionate singing and dancing; The Maple Bridge only left the shadow of history, the inner humanistic atmosphere and the atmosphere of harmony between man and nature are not easily accessible; The Hanshan Temple is still there, and the Bell continues. However, the Hanshan Temple has already become a relic covered with historical smoke, the good men and women, who are crowded with each other, may not really understand and get its essence; The bell will not stop, and in the echo of the bell, the innocence and clarity of the soul are fewer and fewer, and it is more and more difficult to find, and the secular Cram, more and more, more and more obvious, Fengqiao night Park, afraid to really become a masterpiece. I was always thinking that if there were no noisy voices, no sensational lights, less secular rap and anger, I would really take a boat and slowly approach the Maple Bridge when the night was getting dark, moored in the night of Fengqiao, listening to the bell of Hanshan Temple, it rang leisurely. Once, twice, three times, hitting the soul, would it be sobering and clear inside? These people who flocked to the time crowded into the Maple Bridge in groups. In the scene filled with the smell of sweat and secular atmosphere, they laughed casually and didn’t know what respect was, I don’t know if I have a devout heart, or if I want to do more? Unfortunately, history cannot be copied and time cannot be reincarnated. Fengqiao is no longer the Maple Bridge thousands of years ago, nor is Hanshan Temple. Even the moon on the top of the sky is not necessarily the same. Fengqiao, or Hanshan Temple, for many men and women, it just continues a name, during which the real humanistic spirit and historical value did not attract their attention at all. Even these details and excellence are losing silently, the Maple Bridge night Park outlined by Zhang Jixin has become a masterpiece.

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