I don’t know who created the beautiful word “double rest”. From Saturday to Saturday, the bright sunshine will slide in from the fingertips, flow through every corner of the body with blood, and then stimulate hormone secretion, teasing every happy nerve, the brain will solemnly announce to every cell: today, you are absolutely free, put aside all constraints, and do all absurd and boring things without guilt! At 05:30 P.M., when the last step of the second hand reached the position of 12, the gentle voice of the female teacher in the library rang: OK, that’s it today, and the door will not open at night during the double break. I picked up the book and walked out of the library with relief. Today’s mild sunshine is mixed with cool breeze, which is not as hot and dry as yesterday. It is too hot to breathe, this refreshing warmth reminds me of the blooming magnolia flowers on the East Lake, the pure and dazzling white, the soft and delicate pink, which swept the whole bank all over the sky, the breathtaking beauty firm grabbed the eyes of passers-by. Although it lacked sparse and lofty integrity, it had to make people admire her beauty. I brought up a watercolor pen, a mechanical pencil and a eraser, and bought several blank sheets of paper in the printing shop. The whole set of tools had no professional skills at all, but I still jumped to the East Lake with the passion of a painter. I didn’t expect that my clumsy strokes could enrich the vivid clear water and the level, the mixed and bright green leaves, the swaying Magnolia and the bright sunset glow are outlined. This mood is just like a devout kneeling saint, just summoned by the sacred beauty in the dark, so I was guided by it without thinking. When I passed the Campus Boulevard, I was shocked by the beauty of the school again. This was the first time I found that the beauty of the school was so deep and quiet. The withered yellow leaves covered the whole trail softly. The tall and robust trunks on both sides of the trail were neatly separated on both sides. The dense branches and leaves were mixed together, and a natural ceiling was built, the rays of sunlight came down from the gap of leaves, like the sparkling waves on the sea, as well as the bright stars in the dark sky. This sense of depth was like the mysterious time tunnel, the other end of the tunnel is a carefree paradise. The bird language is clear and audible. The Post Academy is always so quiet. It is deliberately unwilling to let the Buddha voice submerge the bird language. There is a rich lawn beside the Boulevard, and the happy birds perched on it, singing without scruple, with my footsteps flashing wings, passing over my head, I only hate that there is no camera to take this beautiful moment, and I also hate that I was too lazy to learn sketch, at that time, I wanted to be angry like a child, sitting on the ground without walking. Although I didn’t do too much shameful things, in order to take into account the image of my senior high school sister and not to scare my junior high school sisters, I still compromised to sit in a corner of the lawn and prepared to draw a small tree, this tree was not so beautiful, but the beautiful and thin figure made me love it. I sat on the lawn with the bubble of Deng Ziqi circulating around my ears (I especially liked this song during this period of time). I didn’t know how long it took, it was dark, and s unexpectedly walked behind me. I looked back and saw her with a boy. I laughed at her: Oh, where is my boyfriend? How can I change a new lover? She said: I don’t know him. I see people standing there looking at you for a long time! At this moment, my embarrassment was really anxious to find a crack to get in. The boy went far away after listening to my ridicule. What a pity, if I hadn’t turned around, maybe it was a goddess image. Alas …… s sat beside me. I was painting while chatting with her. She was extremely happy and comfortable. She talked about feelings, work, I teased her with each other. When we get close to something, its beauty and poetry will disappear, and what remains is only the disappointment and boredom after filtering. All beautiful things, such as music, painting, calligraphy and novels, are very rich in layers, with various styles and ups and downs. Therefore, a person with rich soul and changeable temperament, you shouldn’t be ashamed of your incomparable artistic talent. A radish met me and told me his troubles. He said: old radish often teaches us a radish and a pit, but I am not reconciled. I want to occupy all the pits, so I was busy turning around in many pits every day, enjoying it. I asked puzzled: Since you are happy, why do you worry? He said bitterly: But later I found that although I seemed to have many pits, none of them really belonged to me, and I couldn’t take root or grow up, when all the pits met the destined radish, I was alone. I said: If you were given another choice to choose stability or freedom, what would you choose? He hesitated for a while: I think I still can’t disobey my heart. I said: then you can be a greedy radish, and finally you will encounter a pit waiting for you. If she doesn’t wait for you, then you will wither and die, anyway, if you occupy a pit, you will wither to death. Why not die happily? I have a very good friend who is a kind butterfly. One day she told me: I fell in love with a hedgehog. At that moment, my first thought was that I must try every means to tell her all kinds of impossibilities and dangers with the clearest words. I must tell her, the hedgehog is covered with sharp thorns. Once you get close, he will pierce your beautiful soft wings; I must tell her that you have no future, that hedgehog will not be willing to sacrifice for you until you pull out his thorns. You have a romantic dream in the sky, and he has been living in a gloomy corner; I must tell her that now you give up decisively, it is the best choice. One day, you will meet the butterfly dancing with you, and then you will forget this hedgehog. But before I spoke, butterfly said: Do you know? If I lose him, I will be very, very sad. At this moment, all my righteous words and truth that I thought could not be broken were stuck in my throat, because even if I was not willing to make you sad for a second, I would rather accompany you to believe, one day your wings will become tougher and his thorns will be softer, because if you get hurt, I will always be by your side, cry with you, and then be reborn.

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I always like mint, to be exact, I like the cool and fragrant smell of mint. From toothpaste, air purifying agent, essential oil aromatherapy, mint tea and so on, everything related to mint is included in the bag without any reason. Finally, one day in early summer, a pot of mint was moved back. Dozens of branches of mint were squeezed and planted in the pot. All the trimmed branches were about half a foot high, the Green, clear and moist mint leaves are evenly distributed on the branches. Although the shape is just so so, it also makes people love it. Moreover, before approaching, there is a cool breath refreshing into the heart, which makes the whole body feel much more comfortable. We all know that mint is refreshing. Although I have a special liking for Mint, it is indeed the first time to raise pot mint. Therefore, Baidu said: Mint is well-fed and can be watered every day, but the extra water leaking out from the bottom of the Basin should be gone to prevent rotten roots; The second said: the more frequently mint leaves are picked, the better the growth will be; third day: Mint can be cutted, cut off branches, leave a little leaves, soak root buds in water, and carry out a pot of fresh mint. Therefore, I secretly like the mint which is well-fed and can reproduce infinitely. It really suits my heart. The first thing I do every morning is to go to the balcony to see my mint, watering, spraying and picking leaves. Smelling the smell of mint, I made a pot of mint flower tea to start my fresh day. Thinking about picking some leaves every day, I will grow happily after a period of time, so that I can cut a pot of Mint again, even two pots, three pots, four pots,,,,, therefore, every day, the days are refreshed and natural because of the cool breeze passing by the waiting, and the heart is quiet and serene because of the waiting. Who would have thought that after a period of time, Mint grew crazily, but the branches which were about the same length unexpectedly grew into a pot of mixed grass, though still giving off the breath I like every day, although I can still pick a few leaves every day to make the flower tea that I like, this shape looks really awkward. So I decided to cut mint according to the third day. After picking branches, leaving leaves and soaking, a dozen of Mint branches cut out are soaked in glass bottles, which can sprout slowly, but I know that the branches are dividing the cells at the speed and efforts that I can’t see with my naked eyes. As expected, after a week, buds of the size of rice grains finally sprouted on the branches, so I was so happy that I hurried to bury myself. Hey, a pot of new mint appeared in front of my eyes. After that, I moved away from love and let the original pot of mint grow in chaos. At this moment, there is a new green blooming in my heart. However, the peppermint in reality did not show good growth status and posture according to my good wishes. On the contrary, the bad luck of peppermint began. Still water, spray and pick leaves every day. The first thing that appeared morbid was the mint cutted in that basin. A few days later, the leaves began to shrink and wrinkle, and the branches were stagger. At last, the branches of more than a dozen cutted mint were completely withered, they went to death at an unexpected speed, but how hard they were to sprout in glass bottles at that time. The original basin was not much better, and it did not grow diligently because of pinching branches and picking leaves. Since the death of the dozens of peppermint which were separated from themselves, they also suffered from malnutrition. The leaves gradually wither from the root to turn yellow from Green. I began to reflect on what went wrong, whether it was lack of practice, lack of thorough understanding in theory, or excessive watering and excessive leaf picking. What was terrible was that I was going to see the death of mint in person but could do nothing about it. I watched the pot aging gradually and dying frequently, but there were still some green leaves on the top and mint with a little cool breath left, I would rather believe that plants also have souls and karma. Maybe mint is really easy to raise, but I have never raised it, but I have tried it, although mint is dead. At least I have tried it, which can be regarded as giving myself a reason and explanation. However, in life, how many reasons have I found to refuse to try what I once hoped to do? Zeng Jin, I am very busy. When I am tired, I want to be at leisure in the future. I must do what I like. Later, the sudden suffering made me leave my favorite three-foot platform. I was really at leisure, but I had been entangled with the pain caused by ear disease for a period of time. I have been looking forward to the Rainbow after wind and rain, year after year, day after day. During that time, what I said most to myself was: what would I do if I were not deaf. After a long time, even myself hated me at that time. When I woke up, I realized that everything was just fantasy. It Was Not others but myself that bullied me. Chen Hong said to Chai Jing: is pain wealth? This is bullshit. Pain is pain, and thinking about pain is wealth. In the movie “flying over the madhouse”, McMurphy broke the window with the granite Washpool and escaped into the city to watch the baseball game. Others didn’t believe it and said, “You can’t lift it. So he bet 10 dollars on it, but he didn’t move it for several times, so he had to retreat. Suddenly, he shouted: Fuck, I finally tried, at least I have tried it. On the coordinate axis of time, take the present self as the origin, look back, the past is like smoke, the past is gone, look forward, do whatever you want, no matter success or failure, at least I have tried it. Although mint is dead, the clear green has been flourishing in a corner of my heart. (1556)

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