I was fascinated by it. After watching it for two days and two nights, I finished reading Shanshan, and then spent another night reading the novel version. The dog blood drama of little white female LEADER + abdominal black male leader was performed by Zhao Liying and Zhang Han. It was very adorable, lovely and relaxed, and the male leader had no bottom line, uncontrolled teasing and irresponsible blind fool + the fuzzy state that the heroine can’t react to and the big IQ that helped count money after being fooled = happy and happy love. Abused and abused, Zhou Yu beat Huang Gai, one willing to beat and one willing to suffer. It turned out to be like this. It was said that watching idol dramas would lower IQ, as expected. Personally, I think that out of conscience and morality, such idol dramas must solemnly declare high-risk games and be careful not to imitate words. Otherwise, ordinary girls with big styles will degenerate their IQ to the era of ocean single-cell animals, I can’t hold my thigh back, and the end is likely to end. The gate of the psychiatric hospital is open to me. After all, it was very warm to watch this scene. Shan Shan said that our love was made by eating one meal after another, which was a very ordinary truth, marriage is infused with vegetable, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar tea for three meals a day. For many times, everyone went off work like them to have dinner together. After dinner, everyone played games with an ipad. In the big city where the neon lights are shining and the world of mortals are shining, there is a narrow and quiet space left for the two people who stay together, plain, ordinary, quiet and steadfast, which shows the life of ordinary people. The heroine is not only very white, but also completely conforms to her own nature. She is fat and thin, happy and unhappy, and comes at will without makeup. She is much more cute than those snake demons with heavy makeup and scheming, the round little fat face is much more pleasing than the full-screen melon face on the screen. If the development of such a melon face flying all over the sky and no one is not the melon face, we will develop from aesthetic fatigue to deep hatred, the conscience of the industry, fortunately, this director has a little conscience, and he spent so much time and emotion to see it. Although Idol male owners insult the public intelligence, they are willing to be insulted. Is there anything wrong with them? Chinese men, from presidents and bosses to politicians, store owners, then university teachers, workers and farmers, all get fat in middle age. They spend more time with beer bellies than their mothers and wives. Chinese men really don’t have time to pay attention to their figure. Chinese women try their best to lose weight and are afraid that their husband’s figure is too good (the man is too thin, and there is a saying that he is full of flowers and flowers), the man was so handsome that he was so handsome that he couldn’t bear to look at him, which ignited countless Fantasies of Chinese female compatriots. We all know that Gao fushuai and single-minded love can not have both, and the ordinary female Lords on TV represent the ordinary us to be perfect. Men occasionally play ball games for fitness, occasionally read books for entertainment, and maintain facial paralysis all the year round. In order to deal with the shopping mall where there will be no bones left if one expression leaks, these must be eliminated, what is the only hobby? It is that they are still not teased by playing tricks, bullying, winning many battles, and being defeated gloriously under the pomegranate skirt of the heroine. This kind of thing of picking up sesame and throwing watermelon and being teased many times, the head who was defeated repeatedly and didn’t make progress finally won the rhythm of love. Both sides didn’t think that the hero was still a powerful hero who saw crickets jumping onto the stool regardless of the presence of ladies, the heroine is still a weak little white heroine, standard! In the era of fire prevention, theft prevention and prevention of girlfriends, this film is so warm that the girlfriends of little white women are always reliable, warm, safe and trustworthy. It is warmer than those films that can not develop the plot of being a mistress without making friends. It is full of positive energy to restore the original intention and kindness and friendship of my girlfriend.

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Tao Yuanming loved chrysanthemum in order to pick chrysanthemum under the eastern fence and leisurely see the leisure of Nanshan Mountain; Zhou Dunyi loved Lotus in order to get out of the silt but not dyed, clean and clean without demon; While Lu You Chongmei, it is for the sake that the snow is more awe-inspiring, and the spirit of the flower is the highest and firm. The following is his “Fu operator ode to Mei”: The bridge is broken outside the post station, and the loneliness is open. It was already dusk and I felt sad alone, with more wind and rain. Unintentional bitter contend for spring, next Qunfang jealous. Scattered into mud and ground into dust, only the fragrance is as good as the old. Lu You was a famous patriotic poet in the Southern Song Dynasty. He opposed to surrender and compromise to the enemy and insisted on recovering the lost territory of the Central Plains. This belief was carried out throughout his life. No matter in poetry, prose, or in actual action, he is always unchanged. The lyrics of “Fu operator chants Plum Blossom” fully reflect the meaning of chanting things. When Lao Bai was still practicing pen copybook in primary school, he read this word for the first time. At that time, he was still confused about “bu operator”. Later he knew that this was the name of CI Pai used by literati in Tang and Song dynasties. With the growth of age, I gradually have a deeper understanding and understanding of this poem which conveys Mei’s heart. Now, Lao Bai tries to translate this song poem into modern text: Outside the desolate post station, beside the Broken Bridge, the plum blossom without any attention stretches its petals lonely. It was already dusk, the endless loneliness and sorrow, let alone the devastation of the storm! You have no intention to strive for beauty and beauty in the spring. You let those hundred purple flowers envy and hate. Even if you are stepped into Earth after withering and ground into dust, your refreshing fragrance will never disappear! Lu You’s poem clearly describes the experience of plum blossom, which is actually the author’s confession of his political experience of being excluded. Plum blossom and people in the word are two and one. Lu You (1125 1210), with the name of “Wu Guan”, named Fang Weng. The whole life of political career was bumpy: In the early years, he was recommended to be the first in the examination, which was jealous by Qin Hui; In the period of filial piety, he was excluded by long Dayuan and Zeng Bian, a group of scumbags; when he was in the shogunate of Wang Yan in Sichuan province, he had to go through the central plains, but he also found that he was addicted to the ruling group and couldn’t achieve his ambition; In his later years, he was in favor of the Northern Expedition of Han Yuanzhou. His fate was so full of twists and turns, and the deep reason was that what he faced was not only a part of surrender who betrayed the country and sought glory, but also a fatuous emperor who was still in peace. Lu You early ideal is horse-click mad Hu, dismount grass King book, However, in the reality of the Southern Song Dynasty, which was poor and weak, he could only watch the Southern Song Dynasty go on the road of breaking down with the land and the Qin Dynasty, still fighting the fire with their salaries. After repeated blows, exclusion, and relegation, Lu You had to send out the Hu is not gone, the temples first fall, tears flow empty, who expected in this life, heart in the Tianshan Mountains, the old Cangzhou sighed. His feeling of loneliness, loss and even falling into mud can be expressed through this word. At the beginning of the words, a group of sad scenes were released, which were opened and dropped by the deserted post station. It is not difficult for us to realize the loneliness of Lu you who is full of talent but no one appreciates. Next, the scene is closer. The boundless dusk is covered with thick sadness, and the wind and rain attack each other. There is a great potential that we will never give up until we die. A few words not only describe the vicious, fierce Wolf and hatred of the jealous. At the same time, it also contrasts Lu You’s loyalty, which is rather than tile-wide. By describing the difficult situation of plum blossom in this way, Lu You reveals the dark reality that the trees are beautiful in the forest, the wind is blowing, the piles are out of the shore, the flow is turbulent, and the behavior is higher than the public. Thus, it implies the strong pressure and heavy blow that I have suffered in politics. In spite of this, Lu You’s feeling of worrying about the country and the people has never changed from the vulgar moral integrity. Even if the food is not continued, the medicine is stopped because there is no money; Because the lamp oil is saved, the book is not read, and even the wine glasses that I often use have to be sold reluctantly, he still didn’t step on the gate of power. He still had Du Ji in mind and his heart was attached to the common people. Isn’t it the natural outpouring of Lu You’s feeling of worrying about the country that he didn’t dare to remember? Isn’t it just like that although the plum blossom was released first, he didn’t fight for favor for fighting for the earlier time? The first term wrote Mei’s loneliness, pride, and custom, and firmness. Just as Wang Mian in Yuan Dynasty wrote in the poem of ice and snow in the forest, different peaches and plums mingled with the dust. It is scattered into mud and grinded into dust, and only the fragrance is as good as the old saying that even if it is withered into soil. Crushed into dust, the fragrance in my heart will not change. This pushed the author’s thoughts and feelings to the climax, strongly expressing Lu You’s self-esteem, self-love and self-discipline, which was not willing to go along with the secular world, and he still had no regrets even though he died nine times. Don’t praise the color, just leave the air full of Qiankun. It is also because of the social background and ideological foundation that we can clearly see that plum blossom is actually the embodiment of Lu You’s noble character when reading the ode to plum blossom. He also clearly felt his pursuit to death. Eight hundred years later, when the East was red and the sun rose, Mao Zedong came out of China. Our Great Leader was reading Lu You’s poems about Mei and used them in the opposite direction. He wrote another song named “Fu operator’s poems about Mei”. The original text is as follows: wind and rain will send spring back, and snow will fly to spring. Is Cliff Baizhang ice, still pretty flowers. Qiaoqi does not compete for spring, but only reports Spring. When the mountain flowers were blooming, she smiled in the flowers. The main idea of the word is: the wind and rain just sent spring away, and the flying snowflakes are welcoming the arrival of spring again. It was already the coldest moment of frozen snow, and the beautiful plum blossom was still blooming on the edge of the cliff. Although plum blossom is beautiful, it does not show off itself, just to report the information of spring coming to people. When the flowers are in full bloom, she will feel very pleased. Lao Bai believes that objective things are dyed with personal subjective color through subjective transformation. Plum blossom, you can call it a high-ranking scholar or a beautiful woman, is sublimated from the specific object of plum blossom. For example, although these two words are written in plum blossom, due to the different times, personalities, mentality and aesthetic taste of Mao Zedong and Lu You, therefore, the ideological connotation of words is obviously different. The temperament of Mao Ci is bold and optimistic, while the tone of Lu CI is graceful and sentimental. From Ancient Times to Present, scholars and scholars of all dynasties have written countless poems praising plum blossom, but Li Qingzhao, a layman of Yi ‘An, once ridiculed some authors: When people write Plum poems, it is vulgar to write. Why is it vulgar to write? The sentiment of the author himself is an important reason. From this point of view, Lu fangweng and Mao great men really made extraordinary moves. However, those of us who are naked eyes can only sing some popular songs such as “three lanes of plum blossom”, “going through the snow to find Plum Blossom” and “a cut of Plum Blossom” to entertain ourselves. Next, let’s put aside the topic about wing Mei for the moment, and let’s talk about “bu operator”, the word card. Also known as “hundred ruler building”, “Mei fengbi”, “Chu Tianyao” and so on. According to legend, it borrowed the nickname of Luo Binwang, a poet of Tang Dynasty. Luo Binwang uses numbers to name his poems, and he is called the operator. This song was popular in the Northern Song Dynasty. Wanshu’s “law of CI” thinks that it is based on fortune tellers. Double tone, forty-four words, two rhymes in the upper and lower films. The two knots can also be added with words to change the five-character sentence into the six-character sentence. “Bu operator”, which is widely spread among the folk, is the work of Li Zhiyi in Song Dynasty, whose theme is eulogizing love. Original poem as follows: I live on the head of the Yangtze River, King live Yangtze River straight through. Day night thinking do not you see King, drink Yangtze River water. When does this water stop, this hate can be over. I only wish your heart is like my heart, and I will live up to my lovesickness. Lao Baigang graduated from the school gate to his job. He was in front of the harsh environment of remote villages. When he was reading Tang Poetry and Song poetry under the lonely light at night, he often had a wonderful imagination, I have also tried to fill in some poems, among which there are two poems in Bu operator, which are very immature. Now Sun drying out. The warm wind blows the green mountains and flowers welcome guests. The motorcycle flies for two, laughing on the way to spring. The picnic food is fragrant, and the green is singing and dancing. Qingquan Chi Pan wears a flower crown, leaving a beautiful photo. “Bu operator’s journey in summer” sun umbrellas cover the hot sun, and the lake water is warm. Laugh, wear short clothes and leave the beach, and swim with each other. At dusk, it shines on the willows on the lakeside, and is idle for fishing. Head Pillow watermelon belly cover book, Light fan mosquito repellent.

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There are always some special memories on rainy days. I can’t tell clearly what year and month the chaotic thoughts and entanglement came from. Sitting in front of the computer, listening to the songs related to rain all morning, then locking the single cycle and turning the volume to the maximum. I said this is the world of one person, but what I am thinking about is not just myself. It also rained today last year, so my memory was prolonged for a whole year. The year was bumpy, but it was always calm. Now I still listen to songs alone and go to the playground to drink alone, when I went to the playground alone to get wet in the rain, I didn’t know when my world was locked, and my friends and lovers all maintained the status quo. Maybe many people themselves are just passing by, but I think I locked myself up. Over the years, I have watched the growth of people around me, stumbling step by step, weaving the following stories for myself. I even designed when to be happy, when to recall, when to write all the sadness into words and then paranoid in the plan one by one, because of the name of a song, I like the last song, because of a strange back, I feel painful and sad for other people’s stories. I always think that I don’t care about anything. In the end, one day, I suddenly found that I had been living in the shadow with a heart knot. Staying up late, then staying up in bed the next morning, not going to eat when hungry. These willfulness happened again and again unconsciously several years ago. I said, I don’t like to form a habit. Even if it is a good habit, I will think it is a constraint. Why should we cast a cage for ourselves? Don’t we all like freedom? Don’t you want to wander any more? However, no one knows when we are used to living without necessity, no longer taking so much responsibility for ourselves, no longer desperate and eager to chase like at some time, in the world where people come and go, we arm ourselves well and live in our own time. Whether happy or sad, it has nothing to do with others! I once thought that I would live vigorously for a while, and then leave resolutely, fulfilling my courage and leaving a short topic for others. How wonderful! In fact, we are all bold and unrestrained. Why don’t we live a bohemian life? Isn’t it good to do some stupid things for yourself? In the complicated world, at this strange age, I feel that deep sadness is hidden in everyone’s heart. Everyone is injured, living in his own story, with an appearance of Experiencing vicissitudes. I don’t like such a person, nor do I like myself. I have been working hard to be a person who is the same in appearance and appearance. I can be unhappy, but there is no need to be sad, or Sadness also has Happiness, which is good. These days, I have read a lot of things that I have seen before and haven’t seen before, and I have read some related words such as film reviews and interpretations indirectly, I was surprised to find that I had only remembered the simplest story for so many years, and complained about the ending of others from time to time, all of which only resulted from my life being too shallow. Those stories hidden in expressions and those moving behind words are the most beautiful, just like the rain, the most beautiful is a memory hidden in rainy days. A few days ago, I heard a very beautiful lyrics. If you fall in love with a flower, you will accompany it to bloom. If you fall in love with a person, you will follow him to wander. Wandering, I saw a friend’s writing a few days ago. I said: wandering requires both Chance and courage. Wandering is a kind of life. If you design it as a trip, then it is meaningless. Do you think that if you go wandering, you can drag all the troubles now, but in fact it is not! I just ran to the window and posted it for a while, suddenly I felt very funny. I remembered one thing a few days ago: I wanted to write a long English article, but I slept with my head covered for two consecutive days, after getting up, I told my roommate that I was brewing inspiration. Just like I just put on a cold look and watched the rain by the window, I was also brewing inspiration. I always felt that in such weather, I must write something, and I was afraid to delete it later. Finally, it was about to have a holiday. Finally, all my mood had nothing to do with the exam. Finally, it rained all day long. If it was still going to rain tonight, I thought I would go to get wet! [End] 2014.07.08

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The slave fu written by Mr. Shen Haobo was discovered by accident, and he was deeply moved after reading it. Poets should have a responsibility. In a special society, facing autocracy, the people had no protection of human rights, so they had to guard against the status quo of biting their tongues when speaking. Mr. Shen Haobo did not remain silent, nor did he commit suicide, instead, it uses the revealing and criticizing function of poetry to speak for the people and fight for their rights. You demolish my house/I smile/swallow the Earth that the bulldozer did not flatten/you snatch all my property/I smile/spit your mouth/Swallow/You grab Me/put on shackles/I smiled/swallowed the thick dust in the prison room/this set of images, it is so real that it makes people cry and suffocate. It is believed that such description is difficult to be published in the official business poetry journal and its literary magazines. This is a line drawing of literature, and some people may say that he is not poetic. However, what is poetic creation? Is it poetic to cover and daub people’s sufferings with the style of Yingge and Yanwu? The true poetry is not to cater to the market, but to adhere to the aesthetic concept of the ethical content of literary works. Writer Xiao Hong once said that literature should help to get rid of the ignorance of human beings and focus on the future of all mankind and human beings. From the aesthetic concept of ethical content of literary works, the poetic feature of this group of images lies in that it expresses Mr. Shen Haobo’s true concern for Chinese people. In the ending sentence, we see a conversion of strong emotions: and I have been swallowed by sadness/sadness has been swallowed by hatred/hatred has been swallowed by shame/not me, it is shame/swallow with smiling lips/First I am swallowing my sadness, humiliation, now it is sadness, humiliation is swallowing me. If I still have the right to choose when I swallow all these, and I am seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages, then what right do I have when I swallow all these? Slaves are people who lose all rights, but they are not human beings. Because the existence of human beings is always marked by the existence of certain rights.

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He was discharged from hospital on Monday, although the operation lasted only 2 days. 3 PCs knife-edge pain or pain, can’t always played tall, no matter station sitting or lying down; Strength with or without, can’t gulp outgassing, whether air or weakness, for fear affects the wound pain, for fear of affecting the wound tearing and infection, this hot day really makes people have to be cautious. In fact, from the moment I woke up from the operating table and was pushed out of the operating room, it seemed that the whole person had collapsed, even the strength to open his eyes was gone. When I came back from the operating room to the ward, my consciousness recovered. I heard clearly that the patient beside me kept telling my daughter: wake up quickly when seeing your mother sleeping, don’t let her sleep, as long as she stays awake for 6 hours. Sleep, everyone knows what it means. I understand, even if I don’t understand it so much, because I have never heard of it before, and I have never experienced it. Maybe my daughter is the same as me. It is specious, no matter how understanding it is, I’m afraid of going to sleep. My daughter is afraid, so am I. I was afraid of going to sleep, not afraid of death, because I still had a mortgage and couldn’t go to sleep. My daughter wanted to study and needed my support, so I couldn’t go to sleep. I tried hard to restrain myself in the Valley of my soul, not letting myself sleep, trying hard to restrain myself, trying hard to restrain myself. My daughter stood by the bed and probably saw me closing my eyes. She pushed my shoulder gently and shouted gently: Hi, Mom. Under my daughter’s push, I opened my misty eyes again and glanced at my daughter, showing that I was not asleep. Such survived the 6 hours-and-death struggle, finally can determine, not sleep past the, also first more profound grateful daughter of gentle, calm, was not rash good temper, I think my daughter is much stronger and stronger than her mother. Physically, compared with the previous tough body, I really feel what is called collapse, and what is called the state of floating and longing for immortals. On Friday half past eight A.M. go into surgery half past ten under operating table, lasted not much, two hours. In this short two hours (compared with the long journey of life, it is really not long), I don’t know how my daughter spent her worry, panic and fear, I don’t feel anything, because of general anesthesia, I don’t feel anything from the upper operating table to the lower operating table. Zhang Hong, my classmate in high school, accompanied my daughter in the operation. She is a beautiful woman, a happy woman as well as a warm-hearted woman. Zhang Hong was my classmate in high school, but since I graduated from high school, I have been separated for more than twenty years and have never been in touch with each other. After getting sick this time, I heard that her husband was a professor of a medical university and a famous surgeon, so he asked her phone number and called her for help. Although he felt very abrupt, he was in urgent need of treatment because of illness, I couldn’t find another way out, so I had to bite my head and have a thick skin. Unexpectedly, Zhang Hong answered to help after hearing my phone call, contacted the hospital for me, and drove a car to pick me up to the hospital. I always felt abrupt in my heart, so I couldn’t help saying to her in the car: I will call you if I have something to do. I haven’t called you before. What’s the matter? Say these words! Zhang Hong continued until I finished my words. I didn’t say anything. Zhang Hong’s words were very brief and simple. However, I was very moved. It was better to be a classmate! I remember that I always listened to TV and newspaper reports about the evil thing that my classmates killed. I really felt incredible and couldn’t believe it. It’s all about classmates, why is the difference so big! Therefore, I suddenly felt Zhang Hong’s greatness and cuteness, amiable and respectable, and felt infinite gratitude. At the same time, I didn’t understand: what happened to the children now? I returned home at about 2 pm on Monday. My home was very quiet, but I felt very safe after all when I went home. My daughter who had been accompanying me put down her luggage, arranged me to sit on the sofa to have a rest, and quickly cleaned up the bed. After walking for a few days, there was dust everywhere in the house. My daughter wiped the bed with wet parcels first and then dry parcels twice. When my daughter finished the arrangement, I felt a little overwhelmed and immediately went to bed to lie down and rest. My daughter settled me down and went to the kitchen to cook, because, It’s been over 2 PM since I got home in the morning. I haven’t eaten anything and didn’t come to drink cold water. Zhang Hong got a taxi for me early in the morning and stopped at the downstairs of the inpatient department of the hospital. In order not to make the taxi master wait too long and be dissatisfied, he hurried to get on the bus after completing the discharge procedure. It should be said that this was the first time that my daughter cooked independently, and no one helped her. She was physically unwell and spiritually weak, and she didn’t care whether she cooked well or not and what the taste was. In less than an hour, my daughter cooked rice, boiled corn porridge, fried a plate of potato shreds and a plate of bitter gourd fried eggs. Although the corn porridge was a little thick, I felt happy and pleased in my heart. I felt that I was no longer afraid of being helpless in the future, and I was no longer afraid of getting sick in the future, because I had a daughter. Seeing my hope for the future, I felt relieved and safe in my heart. Although her daughter is still young at present and her shoulders are still immature, she gives her mother a harbor of soul, which is where the happiness of being a mother lies. Because I am too hungry, I am in a hurry to eat. My daughter kept reminding me: eat slowly, and eat slowly. I also know that after the operation, I didn’t digest well, so I began to eat again. I should eat slowly, and I should chew slowly. But I am just an artillary, and I am used to doing things vigorously, it is really difficult to slow down, so try to slow down and chew slowly. Half a bowl of porridge with delicious dishes, my stomach gradually became more comfortable and seemed to be more spirited. I wanted to eat more, but I was worried that it would cause abdominal distention if I was too much. My daughter said when she saw that I still wanted to eat, “you should eat less and eat more, I understood my daughter’s words, so I had to put down the bowl quickly. Although I haven’t overdosed yet, soon, I really felt bloated. I felt distressed all the time. I didn’t dare to eat dinner until I woke up the next day, I feel no longer bloating. When I got home, my daughter said that I should have a good meal. I know that my daughter hopes her mother will recover as soon as possible, and I really hope her mother will recover as soon as possible. She opened the refrigerator, which was empty and tight, with no storage at all, with a full face of disappointment. However, she worried that her mother’s bad mood would affect her recovery after the operation, as if nothing had happened, closed the refrigerator conveniently. I could see the change of my daughter’s mind and mood, so I said: tomorrow is Tuesday, on the spot, tomorrow we will go to the vegetable market together to buy a black chicken and stew it with Tian Qi, it is said that stew of black chicken Tianqi is good for healing wounds, and the weather changes in the future, the wounds will not hurt or hurt. Tuesday is the day on the spot here. Although we are a small town with a wide range of vegetables that should not be seasonal, and because it is a mountainous area, domestic birds are also quite abundant, especially the meat pigeons raised by nearby farmers are large and fat, which are sold in the vegetable market on the spot. The price is cheap, only 30 yuan each.

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