Month: April 2014

Kowloon Road

I walk on the same road every day. After walking for a long time, I can’t say how good it is. What I want to say is Kowloon Road. Most of the time, I want to calm down and write about Kowloon road, but as long as I touch the keyboard, I feel a little indifferent, and I can’t say clearly where indifference is. Anyway, I can’t start. I like Kowloon Road, mainly because its name contains some important factors of my hometown. Ningzhou has a myth and legend of “Di Renjie’s dream beheaded the Kowloon”, as well as a fantastic Kowloon River with gorgeous peach blossoms and nine tombs of Zhou’s ancestors. As time passes, kowloon became another name for hometown. Walking up and down on such a road named after the nickname of hometown every day is the same as the feeling of going home. I think many streets in cities like this name, maybe it is to reduce the homesickness of Travellers living in a foreign land. Jiulong Road is the second largest main road in the city, which spans North and South. Of course, it is also a busy road. East station. South station. Third. Fourth. Attached elementary school. District Public Security Bureau. District Party Committee. District government. Park. Morning market. Furniture City. The busyness of Kowloon Road is self-evident. I don’t know whether these units or places endow Kowloon with prosperity, or whether Kowloon Road endows these units and places with the prosperity they deserve. Kowloon Road is always immersed in the busy traffic and people all day long. The No. 5 bus crosses the whole territory of Kowloon Road, which is more than half of the whole territory, but it can also be said like this. I still don’t know how many cars there are on Route 5. Anyway, there will be one in 5 minutes. The drivers on the No. 5 bus are basically outsiders, including Hunan people, Sichuan people and some local people. In fact, as long as the car is delivered on time, it is secondary where people drive. Who would think about these things without any problem? Things are always like this. Some things enter your mind completely involuntarily. Whether you are willing or not, it will hit your mind all the time. A rainy noon. After attending the luncheon of a friend’s work seminar, I stood in front of the platform of No. 5 bus and waited for the bus. If it was usual, it would be almost negligible. Waiting for the bus, getting on the bus, getting on the bus, getting off the bus seems to be all the procedures set in advance. But today, all this seems to be an exception. The raindrops suddenly became more dense. Like many people, I didn’t bring rain gear either. Our hair and clothes were wet by the rain. The No. 5 bus came and everyone rushed up. No one found anything unusual. But when the No. 5 bus we took drove less than 100, an identical No. 5 bus came out from the back, which was like a leopard suddenly popping out, with the anger that could explode at any time, we crashed into the car we took. The people on the car were scared and the driver rushed to the direction, The car body swung fiercely for a long time before its balance was restored, and the car continued to drive forward. Things are not finished yet. Without much time, the leopard ran out again, and this time the anger seemed to be more violent. It was directly blocked in the middle of the road, and our car was forced to stop with another fierce trembling. Two drivers speaking Hunan dialect or Sichuan dialect, right? Maybe the driver in front took up the time of the driver behind, and the driver behind waved his arms in an attempt to make physical contact. Passengers also began to be dissatisfied. After swearing for a while, someone got off, and I followed. After running in the rain without much effort, another No. 5 car came and I squeezed up again. The unhappiness just now seemed to remain in my mind. Night. The lights on Kowloon Road were dim, especially the red, green and green lights on the branches and the strange lights emitted by the ground lights, which dazzled people. The trendy men and women hugged each other exaggeratedly, and there were cigarette butts like stars on the corners of their mouths. They screamed and were noisy, with suspicious identities and perverse behaviors, which was incredible. The Kowloon road at night is their stage. I, no more of us are all passers-by here. We just pass. Blood stains appeared on a cold morning. The cold is like a dagger, which makes people shudder. Everything just started in the morning, and many of them were ready to start, but unfortunately some of them were interrupted by the cold for no reason. The morning of a motorcycle and the morning of a taxi were beyond recognition, and the previous procedure was roughly interrupted. Hits them. The wreckage of the motorcycle fell on the green belt beside the road. The two injured bodies groaned and complained in pain. Blood permeated from their bodies and soon solidified, like scarlet skin frozen. The crowd crowded up and surrounded the radius of moaning and spreading. The Wrecker and the 120 ambulance wiped the scene just now and the broken scene like rubber. Kowloon Road has recovered its due busyness and concealed what happened just now. No matter what happened or what was going to happen, the posture presented by Kowloon Road was not only busy, but also busy. It generates many plots and hides more plots. For us, them and you, we are all passers-by in a hurry. Kowloon Road will always be familiar or unfamiliar.

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Impermanence true

If sorrow suddenly strikes, it will also abruptly block the surging ideological trend, restrain the mind and force itself to sit quietly in the stone walls covering the sky until the insects and birds are silent and the Orchid fragrance spreads, and then worries are removed, clear as a mirror. If you don’t look back on the scenery of early autumn, you will be afraid that the Green Qi strings will sound and arpeggios will appear everywhere; If you don’t look back at the red alley, you will be afraid that the Lilac Dream will be wet and you will feel sad and, I am afraid that the yellow sand blowing all over the sky will confuse my eyes; I am afraid that I will not recite graceful poems, and I am afraid that a cup of sadness will break and melancholy will be like smoke. Therefore, I sealed my mind and quietly watched the swallows flying low outside the window and jumping into the lotus pond. The lonely wind blew, lifting the ripples in the circle. For a moment, it was like a jade lotus, like a snow lotus flower, which was messy. Outside the window, the cloud of convolution spread wildly and wanted to control the four fields in the sky. Suddenly, a lightning burst, and Xia Lei broke the thoughts of traveling far away. Gloomy clouds are like ink, and a heavy rain is coming. When it was dark, I turned on the desk lamp on the desk and picked up a book to read. Suddenly, the translator Li Jiye’s words caught my attention: life is indeed changeable, however, most of the lovely things in life are changeable. Yes, this capriciousness and repetition is the true reappearance of life and the true expression of emotion …… Wow, I don’t know when it will rain down, like a waterfall.

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At sea

Asking this question means that I am a little silly. Obviously, I was standing motionless on a large land without the feeling of waves. How could I be on the sea? However, I am clearly at sea. Looking at the edge of the land, there is an endless sea, and the waves of waves are going to swallow me and rush towards me. From east to west, north to south, such waves are arching the land where I stand. Where am I when I am not in the sea? I on the sea. I am not at sea. The fact is that I am on an island. The island is like a huge pile head deeply nailed in the sea, standing still, breathing with the sea, sleeping or waking up together. The sea water is gentle, and the island is comfortable. The waves slapped into the sky, and the island frowned. The sea water wraps the island, which is soaked in the sea water. This kind of island feels the constant rules of the tide rising and falling, and the hoop is generally covered on it. There is nothing more profound than the island to know the tidal changes of the sea water. Maybe there are also ships berthed in the harbor to realize this, but ships floating on the sea water will only rise and fall, which Peter Island’s humor. The island can only be soaked in blue or yellowish seawater, and the seawater can be rubbed day and night, or destroyed. The island is lonely and bitter, becoming a veritable island. In this sense, the island is in the sea. Where is the island if it is not in the sea? I am on the island, and naturally I am also in the sea. But I didn’t feel the shaking of sea water and the ups and downs of waves. Now I am in my own home, drinking coffee and graffiti some words about whether I am in the sea. Earlier, I fed koi in the pool in the courtyard downstairs, watched the frozen flowers and trees, and stretched my muscles and bones. After a while, the car will take me to work in a brand new building, and I will have a comfortable lunch in the canteen behind the building. Such a safe and stable daily life is hard to achieve even on the most luxurious cruise ships, let alone the cruise ships floating in the sea will suffer from the waves. Not to mention the lush woods I see every day, the streets made of concrete walls, the garden-like communities, the towering shipyards of steel cranes, the green hills, and so on, all prove that it is on one side of the land. It is hard, thick, and sank firmly under my feet. How can I be at sea in front of such a reality? Clearly, I am on my land. I am not on land and where am I? If the island is not land, is it a giant ship? A tail sperm whale? A pier? A piece of ice condensed by seawater? These islands standing in the sea are connected one by one through the continental shelf, which is naturally a part of the land. These islands were wrapped by seawater and placed in the seawater. In this way, I am both in the sea and on the land. This kind of answer is naturally too moderate, which also disappoints me a bit. However, I finally couldn’t figure out whether I was at sea or on land. According to my heart, I am afraid that I am at sea, but I like to be at sea. Now, am I already at sea? Second, the ship I am driving now. On such a boat, I might be a fisherman, a sailor or a passer. I am used to being a passer-. Many people are passers-. All people are passers-by on this earth. I am just a passer on the ship now. Speedboat, ship, car ferry, my identity of passing passengers was verified on such a ship. From this island to that island, or from this island to the edge of a continent on the other side, or from a dock on the mainland to the island in the sea, the distance is far or near, the seawater is clear and muddy, and the waves are high and low. On such a boat, sometimes I sat quietly, sometimes impatiently, sometimes shrank my head in fear. At sea, there will always be unexpected things like this, just like unexpected things when walking on land. Sitting on the boat also gives people a feeling of anxiety. Most of the time, the sea level is flat and stretching, and the microwave waves are rippling, which makes people relaxed and happy. Sitting on the boat, you will feel comfortable. This kind of situation is quite common. It is impossible for the sea to be turbulent all the time, and the sea also needs to be quiet, leisurely and comfortable. Calm is the expression of its pulse. In this case, the heart is also quiet with the sea, or the heart is ups and downs, which condenses the sea and the sky into a line. However, the scene of the rising wind and the surging tide will also come across as if encountered. The raging waves are surging and the turbid waves are surging. The sea seems to overturn its boundless deep feelings, and the wild dancing waves are frightening. There was also the dense fog of haze, which wrapped the sea, as if all the daylight was covered by thick fog. In such a thick fog, it was difficult to distinguish the direction of the ship. It circled like a spinning top and became an invisible lonely boat. Floating on the long sea and accompanied by the long night, the lonely heart was lonely in the dark sea. I have experienced such situations. The speedboat is advancing rapidly, and the speedboat is caught between the huge waves. Seen from the cabin glass, the yellow and turbid waves carried the speedboat up from time to time. The speedboat became like a submarine, ploughing waves and driving hard. People in the cabin screamed at first, and some began to vomit. All of them turned pale, and fear was clearly written on everyone’s face. Gradually, there was silence in the cabin, which was suffocating, as if everyone had a premonition of the end. Even the crew of the speedboat were sitting on the steps beside the cabin with a trembling look. They didn’t know how to command the passengers to escape in case of an accident. However, I seemed to be calm. I stared at the waves outside the glass window, which were purely yellow seawater. I could not see any daylight, and thought that the captain in the cab must have rich experience, he was sure to hold the steering wheel steadily and pass the speedboat through the rolling waves smoothly, but his heart had already shivered, and his forehead also oozed thin cold sweat. The frightening feeling made people swear that they would never take speedboats again. However, how can a person living on an island not take a speedboat when he is in the era of fast sea traffic? Occasionally, I also take a bus to cross. In the case of taking the ferry, either the speedboat could not catch up with the flight, or the speedboat was suspended due to the strong wind. If the strong wind doesn’t allow the car to sail, the whole line will be suspended and we can only stay on the isolated island. In addition to the wind, there are also times when the ferry cannot sail, that is fog. Adjacent Islands are covered by the vast white fog, how can ships travel? The fog was changeable again. It obviously dispersed gradually, but soon it became dense again. On that day, I was in a hurry to catch the boat. Knowing that I could drive a bus, I jumped up confusedly. That vehicle ferry open is opened, not offshore 100 or 200 m, but broke down like stopped at sea, is said to fog again big, standby. The fog was indeed thick again, even the tall buildings on the shore were ethereal and vague. The standby in the fog unexpectedly stayed for more than an hour, and finally had to slowly drive back to the dock in the fog. Look at the fog and sigh. Sitting on the ship in the sea of fog, the empty and tough heart was entangled with the thick fog, and could not be dispersed. Earlier, there were no speedboats or cars to cross the island, and there were only slow ships to leave the island. If you go to Shanghai, you have to stay on the boat for one night. After disembarking in the evening and arriving at the 16th Pu Wharf in Shanghai the next morning, the ship became a real ship sailing at night. The ship sailing at night sounds poetic, but it is hard for people sitting on the ship sailing at night to feel where the poetry is, except for the Sea Breeze (the cool sea breeze in summer night stands at the side of the ship, it is a kind of comfort, but cold is biting cold, who is willing or who can withstand living in such a sea wind to write poetry), in addition to the dark sky and sea, even if it starts to be full of joy, however, it didn’t take long to feel relieved. The night is a lonely sea, and the sea is helplessly lonely in the long night. Loneliness is the essence of the night sea, and no one can change it. Poets can endow poetry with loneliness in the dark night, but what we ordinary people feel is not only loneliness but also loneliness. At that time, we could only choose the lonely night flight reluctantly. On the fishing boat, I can’t stand all kinds of hardships caused by kelp. Being in the bumpy sea for a long time or even ten and a half months, seasickness is as inevitable as falling down when you are a beginner in cycling, unless you are a fisherman who has been tested by wind and waves for a long time. In an Anchorage, except for passing ships, what I saw everyday was the undulating and empty sea water, boring and lonely, just like being imprisoned on the sea. If the wind comes, the disaster will be tracked inadvertently. If you are unlucky, the ship will be destroyed. On the sea, the most frightening thing is the intermittent strong wind. If the weather can’t be predicted, the fishermen will not be aware of it in the good weather. Therefore, once such strong wind suddenly strikes, It is difficult to prevent, depending on the luck of fishing boats. Fishermen depend on the sea to eat the sea. People are on the boat and their lives are in the sea. The Sea gives fishermen a living, also deprives fishermen of freedom, and even lives. If you want to be a fisherman once, just like I went out to sea with a fishing boat several years ago, I felt dizzy and sick before I drove out, so I had to go into the narrow cabin, lying on the bed that can only accommodate one person without head and head, sleeping. When I woke up, I realized that the ship had been berthed, and I saw the covered quilt and pillow stained with dirt, and it was depressing to smell the smell of diesel oil mixed with turbid smell, he hurriedly dragged his weak body to the door, holding the door to breathe weakly. In this way, if you want to be a fisherman once, you must be mentally prepared for suffering. It is not easy to be a fisherman once. Hai is the favorite of literati and poets composing poems and compositions. The poems and essays about Hai describe the sea in a colorful and poetic style, as if the sea is always exposed with beautiful artistic conception everywhere. However, what they saw was only the surface of the sea, and most of them did not sink into the sea. They only used the rich imagination to empathize and praise. Many times, what I feel in the sea is a kind of wandering, a kind of difficult pain, and sometimes even the hateful thoughts will expand in my chest, even more, the feeling of fear bumped in the strong wind and waves, which ended up like a net rope in my heart and was tense. It is a kind of helplessness to stay on the sea too much or for a long time. No one wants to survive in the shaking waves, and most of them are unwilling to be passers-by on the sea. The sea is always in turbulence. People on the sea always hope to get to the shore quickly. Going ashore is the only wish of people wandering on the sea. As a passing passenger like me on the sea, I am more looking forward to building a bridge as soon as possible so that the vast expanse of my heart can be dispelled on the land. However, now, I still have to walk on the sea. Third, I am at sea. I am on land again. I am indeed on the sea, over the sea, overlooking the sea in the sky. While Hai looked up to see me, I became a little bit, and stuck on the top of the sea. I am indeed on land. On my feet was the ground made of hard cement reinforced concrete, and the handrail I held was round and thick steel pipe. I felt a sense of stability in my heart. Even at sea, I felt steadfast, just like what people on the ship felt when they floated and stepped onto the dock. Because I am on the bridge. The bridge is a sea passage between this island and that island or between the island and the mainland, connecting the island like a springboard. The island is no longer isolated, and the island becomes a part of the mainland, just like a peninsula. However, I am still at sea. Looking at the sea, my hair was blown up by the sea breeze, listening to the sound of the waves slapping the pier. It’s just that I stand on the bridge in the sea. On the sea, I can see the scenery on the sea. The island is lush, like emerald inlaid in the sea. The White Ship moved slowly, showing a melodious state. The fishing boats beside the island were silent, letting the sea breeze blow the bright red flag on the ship. A speedboat was running straight towards my feet, dragging a long white wave, like thick foam, following closely and rolling, which lifted my body overhead. In this way, I am not on the sea, but over the sea. The sea is under me, and the boat is sailing in the sea under me. But I am obviously at sea. Just stand Bridge. Good, I am indeed on the bridge. Cars passed by me one after another, like passers-by on the bridge, blowing like a gust of wind, leaving no trace. Indeed, vehicles can only be driven on land, and of course on bridges. I seem to be on land again. However, the bridge is just a rainbow between the island and the island or between the island and the bridge. This rainbow-like bridge runs over the sea, and the sea is undulating under it. You said it was on the sea, and it was indeed on the sea, but it was neither a ship nor an island, but a bridge suspended on the sea. You say it is land, and it can drive vehicles indeed, let alone people’s walking. I am on it now, but it can’t be cultivated or built, I can’t form streets, grow forests, or have high mountains and long waters. Except for a straight or undulating cross section, what I saw was surrounded by sea, boundless and boundless, ships in the sea are moving, and islands in the sea are solidifying. In this way, I was surrounded by the sea and stood above the sea. I am not at sea, where am I? However, after all, the bridge stands on the sea. Whether it is the white cement pavement or the pavement is made of black tar, it is firmly under my feet, making people calm and steady. Even if the wind comes occasionally, especially the cross wind attack on the bridge, which makes the bridge shake, it will not be as frightening as sitting on the boat. Unless it is the old bridge which has been in disrepair for a long time and the bridge of tofu dregs project, the bridge will stand on the sea steadily. On the bridge, I could stand as a point, standing as a lighthouse, strolling along the bridge, looking back and forth at the sea, jumping into the sea from the bridge, bungee jumping, beating Melaleuca waves. Such a situation is difficult to reach in the sea, and it is also very difficult on the ship. I must be above the sea, only on the bridge. In fact, I still haven’t figured out whether I was on the sea or on land when I was standing on the bridge.

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Admire harmonious

I bought a blue dress yesterday. The little girl who sells clothes can speak well: Sister, this dress matches your temperament very well. I don’t know why it is because of this sentence. I bought it. It matches well and matches well. I often think this principle is very important. The clothes on the market are full of beautiful things. It is not because they are not beautiful that you don’t choose them, but because even if they are beautiful, it is useless if they are not suitable. There are so many people in this world, only a few of whom can be your good friends, because you match each other very well and really match each other. A ballet dancer, don’t rock her. You must not wear evening gown when you go to work in the factory. It’s not that rock music is not good, nor that evening dress is not beautiful, just not suitable. It is really a kind of sorrow that something unsuitable is involved stiffly. Can you imagine the embarrassment of a big man running around the street wearing pointed high heels? What a wonderful thing it would be if a good singer met a producer who knew himself and created harmonious music. Envy harmony. Even envy. Recently, I feel that I don’t match the world. I admit that I am not good. It is a little unconstrained in thought, but a little self-disciplined in behavior. High Vision and low level. Bad temper, poor ability. Although I tried hard to match it, I still felt excluded and depressed. Admire Jay. A person composed lyrics and music, and sang softly. I didn’t understand why he was so angry before. Now I understand that good things are never grandstanding. It should be a river flowing out of the heart. There is no need to be bluff or artificial. A talented little man feels life and love with his own unique vision, and then performs it vividly in his own way. I often think that the love in the song is too beautiful, so dusty, it is bound to be difficult to exist. So I guess he just had a love affair with the imaginary beauty in his heart. Because maybe there is no woman in the world who can climb up to his height. Hehe, imagination, self-speculation. If there is no one in this world who matches himself well and is really suitable, you may as well have a love with the beauty in your heart. Well, this idea is a bit crazy. Be a solo dancer on the stage of life, graceful and graceful.

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Trying to, Ring Dance

Huh! As I said, a real bboy, whether amateur or professional, is hard to quit dancing. Just like drug addicts can’t quit drugs, both of them can’t quit. The difference between them is that the former dance is a kind of active happiness, but the reason why they can’t quit is intoxication; While the latter drug is a kind of passive dependence, the Devil’s control. It has been nearly three years since I joined the panda TNT street dance team. A group of children who love dancing gathered in one place, one team and one home. Although there is no perfect movement, no magical dance steps and no professional style, one thing will never change, that is, the happiness of dancing together. For more than two years, I still feel warm in TNT. Those familiar floors, familiar Windows, familiar music and familiar teammates, I dare not use words to describe this kind of warmth and atmosphere, and I am afraid that my poor words are not enough to express. Whenever I pass by the activity center, I will involuntarily go in and have a look. Although there is no one, the floor, the window, the loudspeaker box and everything around it seemed to haunt the hip-hop and happy notes the night before. This is the place where happiness was born. Life is always unsatisfactory. You often think of something, and God always likes to joke with children with dreams, which makes you experience hardships. A healthy and perfect body is not only the capital of a dancer, but also the precious premise of an ordinary person. But when God makes such a joke for you, don’t complain about the sky or be special, because this is the real life and life. Ha ha, in fact, my mentality is still very good. Um, I believe in fate but do not obey it. Thatisme! Now I am a junior, on the surface, the course is quite easy, but actually it is not the case. In others’ eyes, I am may be an expert who likes to play and works against teachers, but only I know my efforts. Everyone has his own ambition, even if the same major has different directions. I have always known our English major very well. There is a saying that English major is a major without a major, which is very good because when all majors are learning English, I really don’t think English homework is a real major. However, it is also very promising to learn English to a professional level, which is also the original intention that I always insist on choosing English. Interests and hobbies are also not smooth, and sometimes they need to be abandoned or put aside temporarily. Besides physical reasons, it is learning. In the future, I may seldom go to the activity center to practice dancing. At most, I just go to the activity center to see the junior and senior sisters. After all, TNT will be carried forward and inherited by them. TNT can never collapse. The front wave pushes the back wave, and the generation is strong. TNT is destined to explode, but it must explode brilliant sparks. Of course, this is just a temporary shelving, because except for hobbies, everyone has a bigger dream, and hobbies cannot be equal to dreams, so they also have priorities. However, one day is bboy, and the whole life is bboy. Maybe one day the body will get better, and one day the dance addiction will break out, and he will be desperate, and he will jump freely. The sky is dark, the sun is dim, hehe! Now I can imagine that several decades later, I will retire. One day, I will jump and break in the yard, and my descendants, ha ha, high! Bboy, try, quit dancing! Even though I seldom dance, my heart will still be a bboy’s heart, a never-say-die, tenacious and happy heart!

Like (prose editor: prose online) the snow in spring

Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring…

Waiting

Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain…

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Sick time

I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Holiday thoughts

Another Sunday, I hid in my room and picked up your pen. What should I write? However, what can a stiff and clumsy person write? After meeting with you, I found that we have the same interests and hobbies. I am really happy, lively and diligent! You are so real, so sincere, so beautiful! I forgot my ugliness and my detestable! I no longer play cards or sparrows. I use every second of available time to write, read and listen to music….. I find my heart is longing and burning. I know: The fire in my heart can melt the snow in the cold. Tomorrow will definitely be spring! The cold in snow can reduce the fierce fire, and autumn must be the harvest season! I believe, I wait! I try! The water of rain, the ice of snow, the grass of fragrance, and the burning fire! I am neither heavy rain nor heavy rain. I am just a little water in the spring rain, which can only make you sprout, blossom and bear fruit. I am neither the snow in the Arctic nor the rain in winter. I am just a piece of ice in summer, which brings you slight affection when you desire. I am not a flower in spring, I am just a grass in autumn. When the flower is gone, it will bring you a faint fragrance! I am even more excited, lighting up winter, lighting up darkness, lighting up tomorrow! I don’t care whether there is or what I do. There is nothing but the opposition of concept! Have the crunch, non-of the please! I will not wait any longer! Waiting for spring to come, waiting for cherry blossoms to reappear! The ancients said: life is only a hundred years old, and we should ask for what we should ask for, and cherish what we cherish! You must not wait until you want to cherish nothing and want nothing. People should turn to what they have, and turn to what they have! Can free beings, heaven! No pain, no pain! The so-called teaching of teaching is because they are connected together! If there is no teaching, there will be no learning. If there is no learning, there will be no teaching. If there is no teaching, there will be no learning! Teaching makes people understand their mind, dig their potential, and increase their wisdom. It is not difficult to learn, not deep in reading, not complicated in doing, not tight in place, only to teach, only to learn! If you don’t teach, if you don’t learn, it will mislead children! Love, love is a friend, without friends, there is nothing to love, and there is nothing to love, so love comes before, love comes after! If it is reversed, it will lose its meaning! It is said to be vulgar! The heart of love is also heartless! Heartless and heartless, affectionate and heartless, is hypocritical, heartless and heartless. It is called youth, and young people are also young and ignorant, so they are ruthless! Therefore, most criminals are teenagers! The youth spring, without youth, there is no love, this is the beginning of love, the beginning of the gathering is also fast, the separation is also fast, it is also called vigorous! Love is the door of love, there is no love, love is nothing, love is long, love is long, love is lost, love is lost. My beloved baby is also afraid of eating it in his mouth. He is afraid of melting it in his mouth, and he is afraid of losing it in his hand. If he is afraid of not, he will put it in his heart. There are two rooms in the heart, one lives in you, the other lives in me, which is called heart-to-heart, you hurt me and cry, you hurt me, you love me. You are absolutely hopeless!

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Night

In the previous days, I used to listen to the barking of dogs in the dark. The host is back home, I always think like this. Sometimes when there was a motorcycle ringing outside the door, I began to budget the dog behind the house. After a few seconds, I began to scream. One second, two seconds, three seconds, I waited at the desk at two or three o’clock, and I didn’t think I was tired. Now I went to bed very early, the owner didn’t return home, and the surroundings were very quiet. A young girl was sleeping slowly. I don’t want to disturb all this. I just stayed on the floor for a while, looking at the foggy street lamp and listening to the frogs in the pond, I felt satisfied. Life is just like this, changing into another way, which is also life. I don’t want to argue with others, argue with others, see the messy city, and leave only the skills of making a living. All my friends have lofty ideals, and all of them have high ambitions, and they only I am those who are quiet and stable. Reading a book is not for learning, but for the characters inside. The eyes placed between the lines, when tired, can also think about it, let me pick faults for the book. To do a thing is not to complete it, but to enjoy it, even if it is tiring. Sometimes I squatted in the field with my parents. They were busy working, but I was absorbed in the red sunset behind the telegraph pole. Think many things. Sometimes I also sit on the ridge of the field to see how many colors and forms the clouds in the sky in the evening have. And secretly cheered for that wonderful thing. The sparrows on the telegraph poles and some domestic pigeons were always out for a walk at this time. Sometimes in a line, sometimes in groups, flying around the invisible air. They happy happy. When the setting sun slipped down from the back of several mountains, the night began to come. When friends came, there were not many stars in the sky, and they could only see about three or two stars. They said this was for watching stars, because there were so many stars somewhere. I don’t know why they connect my home with stars and somewhere. Really strange. I told them that Yunduo. Come to me to see the moon is more affordable, it won’t let you down. I slept on this balcony last night, and the moon was under my feet. Round. But the dew is relatively large. They slept there that night. Night is the paradise for children. The hot and dry day keeps them at home and has nothing to do, which is easy to sulk. However, when you see their playing momentum, you will feel that although the children are stuffy in the daytime, they are stuffy, and this stuffy will make them angry. My parents stayed up for a TV play every night until more than twelve o’clock. The TV was very loud. I wanted to go to bed early but couldn’t fall asleep. They went to bed early tonight. But I am late, and I have many things and feelings. I changed an article and wrote this article. Night. You also went to sleep.

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