I remember that on the last day of 2012, Lotus and Xin climbed up the little Wutong Mountain and watched the last gorgeous sunset glow. In a flash, 2013 will be over again. Because there is something wrong with the last day, we have to wait two days in advance, it was still xiaowutong mountain that I wanted to climb. I started to enter the Xianhu Botanical garden area in the morning and arrived at Hongfa Temple at noon. I also worshiped and ate what I should worship, so I began to climb the mountain. Since the path had been built, it was easy to get up, but it still made people sweat like a pig. The clothes inside were wet. At this time, they didn’t care about dignity. They tied the clothes they took off to the waist and held the Lotus in their hands, xin put it in the schoolbag, and soon arrived at the top of the mountain. After a while, I added that I went directly to the viewing platform. It was nearly five o’clock, and we sat there, looking down at the small house in front of me, looking at the mountains in the distance, looking up at the gradient sun, I only feel that the dusk is very beautiful, very round and big, The whole sky is as red as Rouge, and occasionally it changes into colorful Gorgeous. My eyes look greedily at the changes of every detail, it was like trying to catch the rays of sunlight, not letting it sink into the mountain, not letting this day go down, and not letting this year pass. However, the sun finally hid in the sky, and I felt very disappointed, sighing the passing of time and the relentless waste of time, I was also depressed at the same time, as if I had done nothing in this year, just like the plan and determination made for myself by looking at the bright sunshine yesterday, today it is time unconsciously, and I still forget that nothing can be achieved.

In fact, we didn’t specially come to climb mountains and watch the sunset glow at first, because Lotus would go to Hongfa Temple in Xianhu Lake to burn incense and worship Buddha, pray and fulfill wishes every year. A Lian said that he had made a wish to the Buddha in the first year, no matter whether it was achieved or not, there must be a wish to repay at the end of the year. Only when he was successful can he make a more spiritual wish in the next year. While I climbed the mountain by the way, absorbing the freshness inside and appreciating the wealth that nature has given us. This Wutong Mountain is located at the north foot of Wutong Mountain, between the Wutong smoke and cloud scenic spot and Xianhu Botanical Garden scenic spot. Wutong Mountain rises gradually from west to east, with three main peaks, namely Small Wutong, tofu head and Big W, it is called Sanfeng xiuba in history. Xiaowutong Mountain is not very high, but it is not too low for those of us who do not climb at ordinary times. And there is a smooth ladder stretching along, which is like a white python leading to the horizon. In the past few years, I didn’t feel anything wrong when climbing, but now I feel that it is difficult to climb year by year, and breath year by year. Alas, it is a reason in the central plains, and I understand it in my heart.

The sky gradually became dark, and this ray of sunshine had already passed. The night came very early in winter, and the sky became a paradise for stars, as if to wish the new year is coming and opening, putty is shining. At this moment, the cold wind blew through my ears, and the grass and woods beside us were roaring. We had to hold hands and stopped by. We had already reached the ladder path on the hillside not far away, under the light of night, it seemed like a long white boa stretching along, and soon came to the road with a small street lamp standing across three forks, which made people not afraid, I have a direction in my heart and keep going along. I think life is the same. Time will not wait for others. We have to go on this road by ourselves. How to go is good. There is a direction in our heart to guide naturally.

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(1) it was dark on Thursday and Monday, and the whole house seemed to cast a black net. The home in front of me became vague. The power went out. Outside the house came a cry from the neighbor’s child. (2) there was a loud sound of water from the iron pan on the stove. I wonder if the water boils? I uncovered the lid of the pot, lowered my head and looked intently, only to see a dark circle. I couldn’t tell the water level clearly and whether the clear water was boiling. At The 06:15 P.M. of the winter in the north, the night had fallen and the outside was dark. After dinner, my eldest son had to go to night lessons, but the electricity was out at this time. (3) The husband outside the house walked into the house, looking for a flashlight. Put the flashlight on the table and do things rigorously. The angry husband blames harshly while looking for it. At this critical moment, the flashlight couldn’t be found for a while, and my husband didn’t know how much strange it would be. I turned around hurriedly, looking for the flashlight in the dim light. Suddenly a golden beam of light was shining in my husband’s hand, and the flashlight was found. I felt relieved and felt lucky that there was no rush that I shouldn’t have. The eldest son who was doing homework in the north room ran over to leave the flashlight and continued his homework with a flashlight. As a freshman, I did a lot of homework every day, and it was almost ten o’clock in the evening. Looking at the thin and big boy, he was so busy all day long, which really made me feel distressed. (4) my husband went to the southern department store to buy candles. I uncovered the lid of the pot, but still couldn’t tell whether the water was opened. Listening to the sound of water is not like the sound of boiling water. I paced up and down on the ground, listening to the noise outside the door. After a while, my husband came back, lit a candle and placed it high on the cupboard. With the faint candlelight, it was enough to distinguish objects. Seeing the water in the pot, I began to busy packing up the food. (5) my husband stood on the ground, looking around the room, and unexpectedly gave birth to infinite tender feelings: when we were young, we often used oil lamps, which was also romantic. I looked up and glanced at the candlelight in a hazy and busy way. A bean of orange flame emitted soft shimmer, which seemed to be covered with gauze. In a flash, I saw the child standing beside the dining table in the center of the room, staring at the candlelight. At this time, I was too busy to enjoy the candlelight and play the graceful heart song. Just want to get dinner ready, let son ate to late on. (6) suddenly, the light came, and the house was bright and clear. My husband helped me continue to press the noodles that were not pressed properly. I cooked. Soon, the meal was ready. The family of four sat around the table, finished their meal under the bright light, and then did their own things. My eldest son went to study at night, my husband washed dishes, and I tutored the children to do homework. I don’t know whether this ordinary daily life contains a romantic sentiment. (7) modern people pay more and more attention to romantic life. If we turn off the lights and light the candlelight when the whole family have dinner on weekends; Then put on a soothing light music and taste the delicious food slowly. What a romantic and leisurely dinner it should be. (8) I was in a hurry to cook, but there was no electricity. By the dim candlelight, I was in a hurry to cook. The inconvenience at that time was only known to those who were in a hurry to cook. But everything became the past, and the scene in the dilemma at that time became a beautiful scenery that was still fresh in my memory: the fire inside the house was booming, and the water vapor on the small iron pan on the stove was dense, the flickering candlelight lit up the whole house on the cupboard high, and the interior of the house seemed to be covered with soft gauze curtains. The host stared at the candlelight gently, glancing at the whole room; A bean candlelight flickered in the pure eyes of the child, with delightful reverie, standing at the dining table until the mother called softly: it’s time for dinner. It seemed to wake up suddenly and look back; Under the dim candlelight, the hostess concentrated on cooking. The quiet aftertaste seems to be accompanied by a movie showing, and a soothing music flows out of my heart. A romance, a warmth and a touch were born several minutes after the power outage. It becomes an eternal picture in memory and a spiritual delicacy. (9) romantic life is not in deliberate pursuit, sometimes comes occasionally, even with a little unhappiness and trouble, which requires romantic heart to catch and arrest frequently. Written in a diary on November 12, 2013.

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Count the time quietly, but the mottled years have accompanied me through more than 20 years. Looking back, you, who accompanied me to joke about my years, had already lost your sight. Alone in the colorful years of silence, blue sky, white clouds, and the silent youth after the breeze passed. I stood there, forgetting to speak, time and direction, but the purest dream ever remained in my heart, the purest dream about the national flag. Now I occasionally go back to see the place that carries our dreams. Standing in Mingde square under the night, looking around was still so familiar. The unshakable bell tower of the four religions after the wind and rain; The straight and firm fir standing on both sides of the road; The red brick tower which has gone through the baptism of time and never changed its will; The old library accompanying us every morning and sunset; the flagpole which gazed at it for countless times and the flagpole which did not know how much sweat flowed. Come in a hurry, go in a hurry, people passing by please stop and see the scenery here. Look at the group of people guarding Mingde square, no matter the wind blows or the rain blows, there will always be a group of people sticking to their posts at that specific time and place, train in Mingde square, spread your youth in Mingde square, and guard the tomorrow of the national flag guard in Mingde square. A trace of memory crossed the boundary of time, crossed the thousands of mountains and rivers, and the warmth and coldness of the world stayed quietly in the first beauty of life. I am very happy to keep your beauty in the most beautiful years of life, the belief of guarding the national flag guard of Xihua University with you in Mingde square. The purest dream in memory, the purest miss. I miss the first application filled with lofty sentiments, the first scolding of the monitor of Mingde square, the first happy smiling face passing the examination, the first excited mood of wearing military uniforms, and the first time I raised the national flag by myself, as well as physical training once sweating like rain. Facing the mist in the morning, wake up the sleeping dawn. Raising the national flag also raises the hope of a day. But this ordinary flag-raising ceremony is not so simple. Training Day after day, for the uniformity of the movement, for the sacred national flag in my heart, for the honor of the national flag guard of Xihua University, and for the fertile soil for raising the national flag guard, and the indelible faith. Now we have already gone far away, but we still miss it occasionally. When we passed down the responsibility of guarding the national flag by ourselves, I knew it was over, but now I still miss it so much. I don’t know if this is just an illusion in my heart! I don’t know whether the fiery heart is still burning, and whether the oath of guarding the national flag is still engraved in my mind. I should have thought that when I set foot on the fertile soil of Mingde square again, when I saw new faces still sticking to the belief of ancestors, I should have known. This faith, responsibility and honor belonging to us have long been engraved in our hearts, and will not fade its color with the years. It is still deeply engraved in our hearts, because our hearts are always here, I have been guarding the belief of the national flag guard of Xihua University all the time. With my fiery youth, I wrote the praise of the national flag and used my passionate life to defend the dignity of the national flag. Although the years are easy to die, the fiery heart will not change its appearance in the long river of time, and will become more and more hot and clear.

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In autumn, a lonely figure appeared on a cold road in the cold wind. There was no expression on his face. At this moment, he was already detached, even he himself could not know what on earth he was doing. The cold wind was still the same, and the loneliness was still the same. This ruthless wind did not pity this unfortunate son at all. It blew his originally thin clothes up, and the cold wind blew his face more pale, but at this moment, he seemed to have no feeling for all this, and let the cold wind erode himself. Just before this moment, he was a lively and happy young man, but because of his girlfriend’s simple break-up just now, he became like this. At that moment, everything changed. The Originally blue sky was no longer there, and the emerald lawn in front of me turned into pale green. What can he do? He can only stand alone on this deserted road, just like a body, without knowing where to move, for a man whose heart is dead, everything is meaningless to him. The memories of the two were shown in his mind again and again like movies. The clear picture seemed to be in front of him, but all this had ended as early as the last moment. Yes, everything seems to be particularly short-lived. At this moment, there is no tenderness in the Young’s eyes. At a loss, fantasy is all his emotions at this moment. How eager he was that all this was his dream. Dreams are beautiful, but reality is cruel. No matter how he fancied, all these were reality after all. No one could change them, including the old man of time. Even if time could be reversed, what would happen would still happen, no one can change it. Emotion is really the master of human beings. It makes people happy and sad. The only difference between human beings and animals is emotion, but it is also emotion that makes us as human beings live more complicated. We always want to escape from unhappiness, but it is not in your expectation. We are always easily led by emotions. The so-called authorities are fascinated and bystanders are clear. We can easily see what others have done and make our own objective evaluation. However, once we are deeply involved in it, they would be in a mess, lose their own principles, and could not make the most objective and impartial judgment on their own affairs. The same was true for that boy. The emotion of falling out of love occupied his brain, which was full of the pain of losing a girl. However, maybe he should recover that girl and reignite his spiritual motivation instead of being decadent like this, and maybe he can find new spiritual goals. In short, escaping is not the best way to solve the problem. However, this is just my idea. That boy is not. He is occupied by those so-called emotions. Can he come up with this question at this moment? Maybe we should give all this to time……

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