I got up in the morning and sat by the window. The bright sunshine slanted into my windowsill and fell on me. Soon the sun moved and the sunshine fell on the ground. I looked up 45 degrees, the window lattice covered my sight, but I could still see that place was brighter than other places. This is the spring day. When you get up in the morning and see the bright sky outside, you can conclude that today is another sunny day. The sun in the morning gives people a feeling of weakness and pedantry. When walking in a slightly cloudy place, you will feel that the cold temperature last night has not gone far. It was almost noon when I found the warm feeling of the sun shining on my body. I sat in front of the window, looking at the people coming and going outside the window. Some were doing fitness, and some were walking in a hurry. The winter jasmine on the roadside stone steps has already opened, and the small yellow flowers seem so bright in this spring morning. They don’t open in groups, but are scattered from east to west, and this distance is just right, just like a light green curtain dotted with small yellow flowers, not thick, not light, not gorgeous, not vulgar, this is just right as it should be. Every time I pass by, I can’t help thinking about taking a closer look and touching it. A few small peach trees nearby are also in bud. The dark red flower buds cannot stop its gorgeous elegant demeanour, which makes people really want to see its amazing blooming. A few days ago, when I passed the flower market, I happened to see a flower farmer selling this type of ornamental peach tree. The flower buds on each branch were almost the same size, well-proportioned and were all in bud, I really wanted to buy them, but later I thought it over. Flower cultivation was not something that a scumbag like me could do. I don’t know whose courtyard it is. Those cherry trees are also in bud. If those peach thunders are like young women who just woke up, then these cherry thunders are like young girls who just woke up. A few days ago, I passed by the suburb and saw that the cherry blossoms on the sunny hillside had already opened, which were clusters and white. Under the sunshine, looking from a distance, it looks like the cotton candy just made by the old man of candy art in the alley. This reminds me of a cherry blossom in a botanical garden the year before last. The Flowers of that kind of cherry blossom are much larger than those in the wild. That few days are when the cherry blossoms are in full bloom, one after another, there were plants one by one, which were made into a forest, with white cherry blossoms on it, and petals fell on the ground. The sun shone down, and the light and shadow on the ground were mottled, which made people unable to distinguish which petals were and which Sunshine was. There is no cloud in the sky, a piece of blue, a light wind blows, flowers and rain dance with the wind. Walking under the tree, strolling in the sea of flowers, taking a rest for a while, sniffing the faint fragrance of the petals on the shoulder, and thinking nothing at this moment. I am reluctant to leave. I think I will visit the cherry blossom again if I have time this year. I am looking forward to the blooming of the cherry blossoms in the yard which I don’t know. Spring is the time when everything recovers. No matter how busy you are or how tired you are, I think you should spare time to watch a flower and feel the breath of spring on a sunny day, let the tired and nervous heart relax appropriately. Sunny, spring! The original youth QQ here: 834573072

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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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It seems that at this age, as you have a boyfriend, does everyone’s topic become your marriage? The number of times the word love is spoken out from our mouths is also decreasing, I have heard a speech about marriage and love these days, which is very depressing and realistic. He said that love is a belief, a yearning, a kind of truth, goodness and beauty in our hearts, letter have, not Letter no. What the Sea runs dry and the rocks crumble, and what grow old in vain is just a romantic feeling of poets, and each of us is deceiving ourselves and others. But marriage is actually a kind of contract. Some people give up their original marriage in pursuit of love, some people ignore love in pursuit of marriage, and some people are purely pursuing love but not getting married. What is the difference between love and marriage, I can’t get a very appropriate statement even if I sharpen my head. I think love is more free and beautiful. Marriage not only gives us a sense of restraint but also gives us a responsibility, marriage seems to require us to follow our partner forever. Facing the insipid and difficult life, I think why he says love is self-deceiving and marriage is a kind of contract, I think that is because of the realistic and negative attitude. The plain reality will erase our love. In the end, it may be just a habit, but the Sea runs dry and the rocks crumble, and the old love still exists, however, it is very difficult, and rare has become a kind of yearning for us. It has become what he said that we are deceiving ourselves and others. The reality is a bit slim, but if you only think about how to live well with the reality slim, we can’t attribute marriage to an ordinary contractual relationship, even if you may divorce in the future, maybe your relationship will be cold in the future, but the marriage was based on love at the beginning. Of course, there are many people who get married just for marriage, but I don’t think that kind of people can be very happy, people not only need to be satisfied materially, but also need to be nourished spiritually. The examples around me tell me that they just pretend to be shiny on the surface. Why in today’s society, it seems that they are in a hurry to fall in love and have a love, but they can’t wait to get married, talking about a long-flowing love becomes a luxury. Recently, I watched the TV series “under the gate of Zhengyang”, in which Su Meng and Chunming had been in love for decades, either he or she didn’t marry, my parents regard them as unmarried couples, and I can’t help admiring them. I’m also thinking about why we should get married so quickly. In order to pass on our family, we are still afraid of broken love. Why do we want to get married and why do we want to get married so quickly? I think this is a question that we should think carefully. Marriage and love, love is very beautiful, marriage is very plain, but I think plain marriage contains beautiful love, love is always there, marriage is not only a contractual relationship, the contract is dead and cold, while love is very warm.

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I don’t remember whether it is rainy or sunny. I just remember that there is a spring breeze blowing on my face and a smile in my heart turns into a beautiful white chrysanthemum. It was a sunny summer, and the weather was not very hot, a little gentle. You jumped into my eyes with a spring-like smile at that time. You are wearing a white coat and a sky blue skirt, which form a whole in this vigorous day. Your clothes make you look more natural and charming. Your smile is like fire, and you can dance in summer. Your eyes are two clear lakes, and the fluffy eyelashes are the green grass shaking in the lakeside, swinging gently, so gentle, so kind, just like a mother’s kindness to a child. You walked towards the opposite Road with light steps. You were so determined and persistent. You turned back and smiled at the most beautiful moment in my heart sometimes. What a simple girl this is! Pure like a corner of the clear blue sky, immature like a spring in February, only the colorful flowers in the eyes, the confusion of light, but did not see your sincere heart……

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The night of the afternoon harvest is no longer noisy and boisterous, but only the occasional mechanical roar. Walking alone on the path which was no longer dusty in the village, it was already quiet and serene at the night of 20:00 in the village. Walking through the familiar paths, you can see narrow ditches along the roadside, square and small ponds which are not big …… walking slowly through rows of trees… just like walking slowly through your youth, walking slowly across your side, the starry sky passing through the night ………. unconsciously, I walked through a shabby wall. It seemed carefully that it was my alma mater, and only the shabby wall was left, hanging quietly in the open wheat field, there is no more laughing, slapping and reading …… I am struggling to find the shadow of my childhood. Where is that silly, simple and stupid little girl? Did her footprints stay in the playground on campus, the field outside school, the field, and the heart of her classmates…….? The little girl who once wanted to grow up reluctantly left all the familiar things …… the night of the afternoon harvest, the far-away burnt wheat dried field like fire tree and silver flower, the scene is no less than the neon flickering in the city …… the intoxicating fire made me lost in the afternoon night……

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I looked at the thick clouds all over the sky. The sky was gray and gray, and the clouds were gray and gray. The solidified clouds were like cotton candy damaged by the wet wind, with black in the white. I sat under the eaves of the corridor, sitting alone under the eaves of the corridor, rain, is it coming? There was no wind, and the heat and humidity were surprisingly hot. Suddenly, very suddenly, the wind suddenly exerted force somewhere. The strong wind suddenly came. The bamboo which was seven meters high was blown by the wind and the branches and leaves of the bamboo almost touched the ground, what a wind. The frozen gray clouds in the sky heard the horn of the charge, galloping forward from south to north, like the Death Squad mobilized before the war. The wind is small, but it brings dark clouds. The rain spots at the beginning are sparse and big, but the adult fingers are thick, only for a while, only for a while, the Tianhe cave passes through the rain line and falls from nine days away. The momentum of all drums is really scary. I sit under the eaves of the corridor and my feet can be moistened to the moisture given by raindrops. A dazzling light followed by the roar of thunder. The rain fell in the direction of ku’er East, ku’er West, ku’er South, ku’er north, sometimes sweeping the earth in rows, sometimes the rain sticks are scattered like bamboo swaying in the wind, and there are sleeping lotuses on the ground without roots, and the petals are gone. Rain is the tears of the sky? Why cry? Is it for those who are blinded by their hearts and are utterly virtuous? Or do you think you are a god in China who can’t control the God and its people in other regions because you are limited in the region? However, don’t you think it’s funny to be shameless but flaunt yourself as a moral fan? The nature of shameless rascals and hooligans in this region often advocates that they are the angels of justice. After hearing this, you will see what they have done. God, are you laughing and crying? A group of foolish people kneeling down under the feet of God the voice of delusion the soul is blocked a group of crazy people barking bloody and violent fear of human lives to give them freedom, democracy and freedom a boiling land as an angel of Justice God said: I am repairing the chastity memorial arch and going to his grandmother’s other domain. Fuck his grandma’s God. Rain is the tears that God laughed and hurt, speaking for other domain’s shameless behavior. How can we shake the cornerstone of our country with the power of staying young. The wind is small, and the rain is small. The drizzle clinging to the dusk, like a pair of lovers whispering in a low voice. Lovers whispering is certainly a longing for tomorrow, with dazzling light shining in their eyes. After the dusk, it is not the beginning of a new dawn. Dusk is a time for wandering people to come back. Dusk is a waiting moment. The old man is waiting for the son who is out of work, while the children are waiting for the return of their parents. Lovers are waiting for lovers, wives are waiting for husbands and husbands are waiting for wives, and the lights in front of the door are waiting for tourists who are tired to return. After dusk, the warmth was revealed everywhere. On the knees of the old man, on the dining table of the House, the couple on the bed, and the swallow perched along the eaves. Every story and every hope continued in a dark corner. The departure in the morning is just to decorate the reunion in the dusk. The chicken didn’t return to its nest, looking for insects leisurely on a lawn. The old cow mooed and called the calf. Looking back in five steps, the calf looked around and stopped curiously. The Village at dusk was peaceful and peaceful. A child saw Grandma’s Morning Glory coming back, and ran towards her door from afar and cheered: Grandma gave you peaches, which mom bought. Grandma smiled happily on her face, stroking the hands of the child and saying: Grandma doesn’t eat, but she does. Called Mingming’s child, stubbornly entangled grandma: No, mom said she would give you food. Grandma took the peach, and the child’s face instantly bloomed like a lotus, swaying in the gentle wind and drizzle. Sunrise in the east and rain in the West, the road is ruthless but affectionate. The sky here is still sparse and falling rain Silk. The sky in the West is as clear as the sea. The afterglow of the sunset is scattered and lashed. The glow of the sunset penetrates the rain curtain and the silk rain is coated with gold, shining as auspicious light shines on the sky, with wonderful scenery and prosperity. The peaceful village is constantly changing with new features, standing for thousands of years and thousands of years. It was drizzle at dusk, smoke from the village, children’s excitement and impetuousness, adults’ whispers, and the dusk was hidden in the dark night, playing the melody of heaven and earth. 2014.6.26

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Can write many. There is no theme and no deliberate nature at all. Some people still think the writing is good, but I think it is very common, like silkworms spitting out silvery silk. People praise it many times, but it feels very common. Those who can sing and sing are happy all their lives. Music. Those people who initially discovered the beauty of voice are elegant and love the world. Without love, you won’t feel the beauty of voice, let alone enjoy it, and talk about creation. Special forces series strongly attract our youth, even if it is not so good. We will still see it. Looking at the sniper rifle, the agile movement and the iron will, “I am special forces_give me the last bullet” is a classic. Later, it became light and didn’t smell much. The first time I saw it, I was in a hurry. It was in an Internet cafe. See the highlights repeatedly. Later I watched it again, very carefully. I cried the first time I saw it. Later, I shared it with my friends, and they said they also cried. The brothers met each other many years later. In the public security bureau, they hugged each other. Dao Lang’s “Forever Brothers” was playing, and I cried, which was hard to suppress. Every time I talk about it in the future, I will be recalling it.

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Small town my tile house shop (continued 20)

As for this, I am exhausted. But the worrying thing immediately hit my heart again. I thought of my delusion that the small tile house was already dilapidated. If my wild thoughts attracted the undeserved love of some politicians, it would be equal to saying that I would lead Wolves into the house and kill myself.

Now the town was a different ball game. Some people say that if ten years later, the small town will be another small Shanghai. I said, there was no need to wait for the prospect of small Shanghai, because the jobs provided by the small town were already beyond the reach of Shanghainese. However, the high-rise buildings in the town are a little rare at present.

It is said that some time ago, the government staff of the small town wanted to apply for it as a small city. However, it failed because the population of the small town and the taxes paid failed to meet the national standards. Recently, I heard that the area of my factory was going to be demolished, which surprised me very much. Because the huge demolition fee is beyond people’s expectation. However, what I did was to build apartment buildings in the same place. When I think about it, who can afford that house? Absurd! It’s ridiculous!

Sometimes, whenever I think of this, I do such a Arithmetic in my mind: after changing the demolition fee into gold, let me take it to the early times of Ming Dynasty, I think what I got was not Shen Wanshan’s golden small tile house, but another remarkable unique human shop that only belonged to me. But I really have no ability to build a gold shop. Because Bill’s golden hut is stronger than anyone else’s. Therefore, in my opinion, doing business is not good either. Because if you have money, you will work hard, and if you work hard, you will not live long. For some reason, literature can make me relaxed and happy, relaxed and fat. It can be seen that the literary family is really good! Isn’t it good to prolong life?

Nowadays, the small town has gone nowhere. There are also Outlanders apartment buildings near our factory, with swords hitting the Heaven Gate one by one, which are quite neat and magnificent, like small tile houses beside the challenge. Residents in shanty towns also noticed this point. They began to restless. It is not convenient to travel because the tall buildings are far away from risks. Therefore, shanty towns are no longer similar to American slums, but rows of conjoined single-room villas. Really guai zai!

Villa is Villa! That was the ideal residence for fathers as workers. It is estimated to be the residence for our generation in their old age. After all aloof! Old people need warm. I don’t know if there will be such a small tile house in the future?

The poor town passed away, which took away the beautiful memories and immature temperament of my childhood, and also took away some lovely people around me. Of course, it is accompanied by the maturity and self-reliance to make up for the blank space of the soul, and also brings some new successors in the future. Look, how good it is!

I wrote down the paragraph above. I don’t know what kind of emotion and experience you will have. Anyway, I wish you all the best, because the common beauty is the highest common goal for the society to move forward.

But after blessing others, let’s talk about my thoughts.

Sometimes I often think of the old people’s words: small difficulties, old sufferings, only the happiest in the middle twenty or thirty years. That’s true. The entrepreneurial history of fathers seemed to come to an end at the beginning. Decades of time disappeared in a flash. Therefore, my career in the small town must not be wasted. I want to live in a literary family, build a literary family in my heart, and receive every guest with enthusiasm. At the same time, I want to say goodbye to my friends and guests with my true feelings. I will never pretend to improve myself and improve myself, achieve self!

I believe that the economy of the small town will continue to prosper, and my income will also be permanently guaranteed. Then my idea of operating a literary family in a small shop with my heart and striving to build my own small tile house will also achieve my wish under long-term persistence.

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I like reading paper books, and reading those dark words facing the computer always makes me headache. I was too busy to go to the bookstore for a long time. It is rare for me to take a day off on May Day, so I invited some friends to buy books. The night before, I made a long list of “Where is the Mountain”, “riverbed”, “as if there is wind”, “Deep season” and “Yimen in Jiangzhou” by Chen Qiwen. Hermann’s white whale, and the book called “No. 84 Charing Cross Street” which is called the book-loving Bible. I like these books because I have read other books of the author or browsed some chapters on the Internet. He paid attention to blogs there many years ago, and he had never published any books at that time. Reading his words can always make you feel a kind of unspeakable quietness. There is no low singing, no tying. He just talked with himself in the simplest voice, a kind of words from the heart. Most of the time I am dare not read what he wrote. When I saw his words, I would not dare to write for a long time, because compared with his words, I feel that I am still in primary school. Words are always magical, especially in the dead of night, the most easy thing to think of is his words. I am not satisfied with e-books and so on, and always lack a feeling, maybe only when the words are attached to the paper can they feel alive. When I read Chen Qiwen’s words, it was a lonely Walker with a light gray cover in a bookstore in Foshan. The first text in the book —— how far can a boat go, I was deeply fascinated by it. I bought it immediately and read the book crazily in one night. I like reading books, but it is far from that degree of craziness. But Chen Qiwen’s words made me feel crazy about books. Description like flowing clouds, beautiful vocabulary, abundant connotation, and his deep impression of his feelings in the words. He perfectly combined enthusiasm and calmness together, and looked at history, characters and the nation with detached wisdom. Unconsciously, he walked into your heart. I have heard of “No. 84 Charing Cross Street” a long time ago, which is praised as a scholar’s bible. In fact, it is a collection of letters from an American writer and a bookstore in London. No. 84 Charing Cross Street is the address of the bookstore. That day, I went straight to Tianhe Book shopping center with this list full of expectations. This biggest bookstore in Guangdong will never lack my small books, although I have been to many bookstores before and haven’t found them. Literature is on the third floor, and the computer inquiry system is faulty, so it can only be found slowly along the bookshelf. From foreign literature to Chinese literature, from small to prose, from essays to essays, I almost turned over the literature section for four hours, the book I wanted didn’t even see a shadow, which almost made me despair. For me, who doesn’t like buying books online, it is almost a little cruel torture. As a result, I got angry and bought a set of painting tools to learn painting. Anyway, learning painting is also a long-planned thing. I still finished reading “No. 84 Charing Cross Street”, which is an e-book downloaded on the Internet. Even though I don’t like reading in front of the computer, I can’t wait to see it. These letters are actually plain, but there seems to be an impulse to cry. I don’t know whether it is because of touching or this kind of too real words. The strong smell of human feelings seemed to evoke my childhood memories again. Writer Hailian hanfu and bookstore manager Frank del had written letters for as long as two decades. This platonic friendship lasted until the end of one of them’s lives. When Hailian Hanfu walked into the bookstore No. 84 Charing Cross Street for the first time, it was already more than twenty years later. Frank del had passed away. These two friends who had been through letters for decades, I haven’t seen it until the end, which is a pity and also very sweet. I always like those real words, which can always touch the most fragile string in my heart, making me sad and happy. Find the most real life in the gap of words. Every time I go to a place, I like to read the wish wall on that side. The simplest, saddest, happiest, or most irrelevant wishes are all wandering in the words on the wall, there is the most real life there. Behind a rainy season is another rainy season. One sadness is followed by another. However, I will live with a smile and look for the next impossible you. This is a sentence written on the wish wall of mushroom Hall milk tea shop in Dongguan Street, Yangzhou. After a long time, I still remember it. Maybe this is the charm of words.

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Dead of Night,. Monologue makes the tears of returning not wet. Only the white melon seeds were still ringing. The dim light accompanied the dead tranquility. She simply came to the computer to turn on the music and listened to Richard kelidman’s piano music, which made the loneliness drift out, but gradually she got refreshed without any sleepiness. Listening and tasting like this, I forgot the lonely watch until the dawn. She thought how cruel the loneliness came again the next day. If there was a strong wall, it would make the devil hit his head and bleed — the next day, this admiration finally died. Her death made her happy. She died for the Devil, washed herself gray, then took a bath and ate a small steamed bun to celebrate that she drove the devil to death with confidence. You’re done. The devil attacked many times in the night, which disturbed loneliness and made him upset. Later he died, died in hatred and was killed by others. Everyone said he was a wicked person. The wicked man died, but he was the devil. This woman’s dream is over.

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