Month: November 2019

A Lonely Place is exchanged for a cold parting, and then walk away separately……

[Introduction] the beach in summer is more refreshing, but less lively. A person hides in the Cape, looking at the other side of the sky, wishing for the bubble, then I watched my dream drifting into the other side of the sea.

The changed fleeting time has forgotten the time, but I am still waiting …… the long-lost Sun never sets away the living smiling face, taking the starting point of life as a yellow sand flying roll, buried our horizon. There was a burst of summer annoyance in the air, and the days of parting were written with unwanted platform memories. After graduation, I left with the fragrance of gardenia flowers, leaving a bunch of dried branches, continue to open the bitter core, the thoughts of the year are covered with lonely shoulders, time makes us farther and farther, but we make time gradually, trance moment is an empty city. We have planted sad ears of rice. In the coming season, we will still watch the lingering and turning back together; We will continue to count the sea horns planted in the field and the horizon; And we will still be like the clouds of yesterday, silky white, painted parallel lines, have not been able to reach the end, but still exist. The autumn wind rose again, but the Yiren leaned alone in the west window, miserable. A few cold months, sunburned the heart; The moon shadow was heavy, the eyebrows were deep, the sad face rolled, the curtain was wrapped around, sigh for a while, sleepless dusk, cold day Dawn. The beach in summer is more refreshing, but less lively. One person hides in the Cape, looking at the other side of the sky, making wishes to the bubble, and then watching the dream drifting into the other side of the sea. The flowery language of spring is fragrant, the fallen leaves are a little red dust, lighting up the tender buds and green, with the Red hope, the withered petals fall on the sentimental fingers, the lingering parting of flowers, arousing the pink yearning, the Rose with Blood opened, wandering among the crowd, could not see the injured eyes, the blurred tears turned into a little lovesickness, a pool of tears, in exchange for a rolling cloud. The cold ice in winter blocked my hometown, and I struggled to fix my cold limbs without any warmth. The sun shone on my soul, and what I recovered was not only my body, but also the unforgettable ways, I always thought that the pain of anesthesia turned into snow, which disturbed the tranquility before leaving. At that moment, I was not the only one crying. The left back turned into simple photos, full of affectionate smiling faces one by one. In an instant, black and white were so clear, like two strangers, looking left and right at the sadness of separation together, tears fell like rain together, and then we forgot this strange familiarity together. Gone, far away, light, forget, thanks, yellow is like the past in memory, falling is like raindrops when leaving; Tired, rolled, pain, injury, drunk, fuzzy like yesterday’s dream, lost our memory in a daze. When can we stop talking, and when can we stop talking? Time turns memory into lingering, but becomes nostalgia. In the past, we were still afraid of the past, I was afraid of the kind of parting that I didn’t want, but I still left. Countless, hard to see, hard to figure out and hard to forget, were buried in that desolate place. You turn left, I turn right, knowing that we are all submerged in the horizon of the night. You move forward, I move back, back to back, and never turn back until one day we all forget how to turn back. I was like a child abandoned in the crowd. I didn’t know whether to walk with the crowd or alone. I stopped occasionally, but I was lost and didn’t know the way to go back. People are still there, dreams are still the same, but words are sorrowful; Sunset red, river flow, but the end of the world; Buildings are empty, red lips fall, the so-called sorrow, but all the way is empty. The rotating wind chimes and the ups and downs of melody gently wake up. Once upon a time, I looked for the pure white elegance belonging to myself in the Broken Bridge and snow. A dream, a kind of sorrow, a feeling, a trace of seclusion, quietly leaving, deep as the gauze on the red window, shallow as your appearance in the sea of sand. Loneliness is the dependence that is strange to each other. Parting is just the harm that makes strangeness become dependence. Spring flowers shed tears, summer rain pity, summer foam overlapping wounds, autumn lotus pity, autumn wind thin bones, winter frost cover, winter snow ice, spring flowers. Sadness is a dialogue that never talks and laughs. We all turn around and leave with giggling. After all, you are you and I am me. The past is like an invisible future, and the platform belonging to us is lost. Spring Rain, summer sun, autumn wind, winter snow and every season passing away mean another season is coming. But people get used to this kind of alternation, but they don’t get used to this kind of weather. Follow, so I went crazy to find the scenery I wanted. I laughed at my innocence, didn’t understand the simplicity in my memory, and no matter how hard it was to avoid scars, it raged the boring wandering spirit at that time. Goodbye, what a light word, goodbye, no longer, see, stay in silence, lost, countless, can’t see, can’t see, can’t wear, transparent as your reflection in the thin sand.

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Winter is coming

In Xinjiang, the coming of winter always makes people shudder. Fortunately, we have been accustomed to winter, just like we have been accustomed to the cold and dry West. In the three seasons of spring, summer and autumn in Xinjiang, there is no longer a long winter when added together. In the long winter, the first stage of neon usually appears from September or even August of the lunar calendar, and then goes crazy. It is really unbearable for people to die until April or May next year. Fortunately, we have got used to it and become natural! If one winter comes late or leaves early to hide, people will be suspicious and even confused. People are always a kind of very cheap animal, and they don’t know how to flatter them. For example, last year, there was one more leap August, that is, one more month, the autumn was high-spirited and sunny, and there was a beautiful Mid-Autumn Festival. The moon was full of flowers, but it was said that there were great disasters. Moreover, I would rather believe that there will be great disasters in the coming year. In fact, I, including myself, also blamed leap August for the disadvantage of traveling in the city, although it felt absurd and ridiculous. Last year’s leap August made us postpone enjoying the winter. The snowstorm in winter, the high pressure in winter, the surging cold current in winter and the harshness above minus 30 degrees make the city look pale and a mess overnight. Under the dark clouds, there is a gray city. In the gray city, there are dark crowds. In the western cities, no one is willing to enjoy the winter without vitality and vigor. Because in the western city in winter, there is no thousands of miles of frozen snow floating inside and outside the Great Wall, but the vast river suddenly loses its magnificent scenery. Even for poets living in this city, it is difficult for them to sing bright verses when they sit in the dry and impatient fighting room in winter. I hate this season, this city and this kind of life very much. This kind of season is most likely to produce inertia, and inertia is like the snow which is deeply polluted by industry silting up layer by layer, which will accumulate thicker and thicker, and finally become ice, freezing people’s active thinking, just like frozen streets and lands. Therefore, I always yearn for the South, the coast of the South, where the four seasons are green and lush, the flowers and trees are fragrant, and the birds fly and sing freely. More importantly, the South rarely has the same deep laziness as winter. In fact, I also love Sinkiang very much. Sinkiang has many magnificent and generous people, including poems and wine, friends and friends from all over the country. However, every winter comes, I shudder. What I am afraid of is not the cold snow in winter, but pollution and laziness. Last year, I coughed for a winter, stayed in the bucket room for a winter, and slept for a winter. Today is August 13th of the lunar calendar, and there are still two days left for the Mid-Autumn Festival, but the sky has changed, which is so cold that it looks like a widow’s face. At about 19:00 p.m., the wind began to blow. The Wind covered the dust and sand, and the fallen leaves were all over the ground. The temperature had dropped to 12 degrees above zero. But at this moment, the South is still lush grass and flowers. The fierce wind outside the door blew on my closed door. I sat alone in the rented room, having nothing and making painful decisions in my heart. Winter is coming, how can we consume the life that is no longer young in vain? I know very well that I have accumulated a thick layer of inertia in my life. I walked to the rental house with strong wind and came to the street. I couldn’t help feeling sad when I saw people coming and going in a hurry. The distant Bogda Peak has covered the first snow of this year. I heard the footsteps of winter coming quietly. At the crossroads of my life, I extended my eyes to the southeast, with infinite longing in my heart. There were blue ocean, warm sea breeze and evergreen seasons. Unable to change winter, but having the opportunity to escape. However, escaping also requires courage. Therefore, escaping is also a success.

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What is different from her is

[Introduction] no one likes loneliness, and few people can enjoy loneliness, but I don’t know that loneliness is just a habit. We don’t know when we have been used to pretending ourselves as curled-up hedgehog and being very sensitive to the surrounding environment. The little girl selling fire materials hid in the corner of the night, quietly polishing matches one by one. Someone said that he saw everything he had longed for, but I said that she was just doing the last meditation in her life, the ethereal beauty is like a white lotus flower. She blooms the last smile of her life and dies pure. In the vast sea of people, how many people are floating on the sea like rootless duckweed, hoping to get rid of the icy sea water and find a beach to rely on; how many people want to have a warm embrace instead of hiding in the cold corner and leaning against the matchbox to keep warm. But in the lonely world, how many stars always blink their eyes to the dark night, still waiting for the coming of the moon. No one likes loneliness, and few people can enjoy loneliness, but I don’t know that loneliness is just a habit. Since then, we have been used to disguising ourselves as curled-up hedgehog. We are very sensitive to the surrounding environment and ready to attack at any time, in fact, everything is afraid of being hurt. Even if there is a sharp weapon on my body, what about it? He can’t protect the fragility of the soul either. It’s hard for us to open our hearts to others, because I don’t know whether my inner world is gloomy. The gatekeeper called fear held the door of his heart tightly again and again, but waited anxiously for the arrival of the Angel. We have been wandering for the first half of our life, breaking away from the original group again and again, trying hard to join the new circle again and again, and saying goodbye reluctantly again and again. Although we believe in constant feelings, the reality insists on crossing the broad Milky Way among us. We firmly believe that feelings can cross the boundary of space and time. However, in more time, but we can only wait far away, waiting for God’s arrangement. Gradually, we are more reluctant to pay for our true feelings; Gradually, we are used to wearing thick coats; Gradually, we are used to huddling up in the corner of the night and waiting for the dawn alone. Perhaps, the difference between us and the little match girl is that we grow old in the corner.

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A flash of night wind, Cicada sound new rain rest.

[Introduction] if the heart is there, the dream is there. There is a seed of hope deep in my heart. I know it always exists, whether you will find it or not. I can even feel that it grows slowly and healthily in my plain heart, growing into a small tree full of green. A flash of night wind, Cicada sound new rain rest. It’s raining, and it’s cloudy, and there is drizzle from time to time. This kind of weather is suitable for writing things. If I were a man, at this time, I would sit quietly at the table, brew a pot of green tea, light a cigarette, let my heart follow the light smoke ring, and slowly spread away to sit alone, I saw it in the autumn. The melody in the bottom of my heart always comes to mind and rings inadvertently. On rainy night, sitting quietly in the dim corner, when the distance between time and space disappears in a familiar music, when you avoid the noise and impetuousness of the city, who is it, listen to the classics with you, after the precipitation of time and silence, and then find those memories that have been forgotten in the deep of memory? I really want to, that’s it, go back to the past. I got the nostalgic gauze and used saxophone’s whisper to capture the profound past. When a little bit of bitterness flows down the root of your tongue slowly, when a little bit of sweet and soft dip into your heart, you will only be willing to indulge in it. Eternal love. A famous saxophone song is ringing in my ear again and again at this moment. Beethoven and Mozart came and went quietly, but they were all too dazzling and dazzling, and what made me feel most intimate was those melodies without names, or the faint trumpet sound like this time, murmured in the ear, as if a bosom friend, telling all the things in his heart; And as if he muttered to himself, in such a rainy night, his heart was exiled without wind, rain or sunny. Suddenly, I have concerns. Slightly spread from the bottom of my heart. If the heart is there, the dream is there. There is a seed of hope deep in my heart. I know it always exists, whether you will find it or not. I can even feel that it grows slowly and healthily in my plain heart, growing into a small tree full of green. I even worried whether my impetuous heart would affect it, leaving only dead branches and leaves overnight. Really, very worried. I haven’t tried it yet, but I am detached, playing in the pot. After all, I still have to put it down. Advised myself. It’s very pure to let go, not as easy as it should be, nor as nostalgia. Maybe that’s it. What color is the sky, rainy sky? Some people say that the color of the sky changes with people’s mood. When you are in a bad mood, the sunny sky will also make you feel dazzling; When you are in a calm mood, even if the dark clouds are dense, you will feel that it is another kind of quietness; When you are in a happy mood, even if it is windy and snowy, I will feel happy. The Sky at this time is cloudy, light and quiet. Rain, come. There was no wind and cloud surging, no dark clouds rolling, no heavy rain pouring. Outside the window, it was just cloudy, with drizzle, a trace of wind. The rain fell down in the wind, falling down a woman’s tiny memory, is charming. Bit by bit, it condenses many stories and scenes one by one, just like a silent song, which stops and rings again, not to mention separation or regret, but the song is still repeating again and again, accompany each other for a lifetime. Autumn rain. Rain.

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Guanzhuziji

Self-discipline means that people, as the main body, actively restrain themselves and themselves. Self-discipline is the performance of one’s ability in self-cultivation and behavior performance, and self-discipline is the weapon to defeat evil. Self-discipline is the embodiment of noble personality, and self-discipline is the element of healthy personality. Full self-control is important to one’s life. Self-discipline is rational choice, soberness, maturity, and nature, not blind conformity and randomness. Self-discipline is the only way for self-improvement. Self-discipline generates confidence, motivation, self-defeating and self-improvement. Self-discipline is to strictly demand oneself, self-discipline is to strictly restrain oneself, self-discipline is to strictly control oneself, and self-discipline is to strictly control oneself. Self-discipline is independent choice, voluntary and willing, not passive and reluctant. Self-discipline is to guide one’s words and deeds with certain standards and codes of conduct according to one’s own situation. Self-discipline and self-control is a kind of order, a kind of control of happiness and desire. People who know to control themselves consciously are smart people. If there is no city, remember to be honest; If you are not satisfied, remember to be tolerant. Self-discipline can be said to be a pipeline, and in order to achieve the goal of success, all the personal strength you must show will flow through this pipeline. The control of thoughts is the key factor of one’s initiative, positive attitude and enthusiastic control, while self-discipline is the process of combining all these efforts. The significance of self-discipline lies in that it enables us to restrain our escaping behavior and suppress the lazy bad habits in our hearts. Some people say that healthy people will always consider enjoying happiness after dealing with the problems of life. Self-discipline and heteronomy are the basis of discipline observance. People cannot live without self-discipline and heteronomy, and heteronomy should also work through self-discipline, because internal cause is the basis of change, and external cause is the condition of change. Whoever dares to be strict with himself will make rapid progress, and whoever often asks others will not go the wrong way. Public can sheng ming, Integrity Committee Wai; cheng neng friends, constant energy entrepreneurship. If you don’t take your tiny behaviors seriously, it will eventually harm everyone. When a person cannot be self-disciplined, even a strong external force is difficult to be effective. People need strict self-discipline to survive in the society at any time and in any matter. Only in this way can we ensure that we can always move within the boundary of morality and law, which is the power of self-discipline. Those who are not self-disciplined are bound to indulge and finally fall down; Those who are self-disciplined constantly surpass and finally enter a new realm of life. Self-discipline is not born, but formed through long-term practice and cultivation. Most people act first and then think about the consequences of the action. Self-discipline requires the opposite procedure. You will learn to make decisions and then move. Self-discipline is subtle, and prevention is in ant nest. The enjoyment cannot exceed the duty, and the requirement for oneself cannot be reduced. I hope that people will be responsible and pursue a happy life with self-restraint spirit. Glory and corruption, honor and sin are only one step away. It is better to be positive but insufficient, but not to be evil but more than enough. Those who can lower themselves are the real dignity. People need to dissect others from time to time, but what is more is to dissect themselves more insensibly. To be a leader, one must have self-discipline spirit to control momentary impulse and short-term temptation. Don’t make excuses for yesterday’s failure, just find a way out for tomorrow’s success. Pay attention, even if you are alone, don’t speak ill or do bad things, but learn to be more shameful in front of yourself than in front of others. If you sing a high tune, you should also do things well. Don’t say empty words, but do what you say. Resolutely refuse to deal with illegal things, do not help those who are willing to take care of, do not do good people who give up the principle, and do not open the green light for personal interests. All kinds of crises lurking in the smooth road should be clearly understood at any time, and corruption factors hidden in a good life should be vigilant, so that every step of life can start well and end well. When something happens, you should think about it, and then express your opinions. You should have your own opinions. Don’t follow others. You must be clear-headed. To change oneself is to save oneself, and to influence others is to save others. Control your mouth, and you ‘d better not talk about others behind your back. It is not good to talk about others behind, especially the shortcomings of others, which will reduce your personality. When criticizing others, one should pay attention to arousing others’ self-criticism. When accepting criticism, one should have strict self-criticism. Self-love and cherish yourself; Self-respect and self-control; Self-esteem and self-respect; Self-confidence and perseverance, achieve life; Self-study and self-practice, realize self; Self-improvement and freedom, free life. Be sincere to people, be responsible for doing things, get more kindness, and naturally get more help from people. Indifferent Chi, happy-go-lucky, not ask impossible things, mood Aetna, will less many frustrated of bitter. Love what I love, do what I do, have my own principles, and no one can change me unless I want. Be more ambitious, be strict with yourself, be clear about small things, and be confused about big things. Take things as a reference to identify the mind, and take people as a reference to correct words. You must restrain yourself so that your driving force will always be controlled and guided to the right track. People will feel depressed while observing external disciplines. The effective way to deal with it is to create a discipline that standardizes and restricts one’s behavior within one’s own spiritual world, so as to make life change from passively adapting to the external environment to actively adapting to the external environment. The distinction between a gentleman and a scumbag is between giving up the idea. When the determination of doing or not is not made, a gentleman can distinguish the advantages and disadvantages by self-discipline. What should be done or not should be measured by justice. However, scumbags are on the contrary, only to satisfy their own desires and lose their senses. The measurement is bigger, the temper is smaller, the efficiency is higher, the mouth is sweeter, the speech is lighter, the work is more, the brain is more active, the action is faster, and the smile is more. Small things are pearls, and time is money. Whoever is most diligent in picking up pearls and stringing them into money will have a pearl of youth. Give others more, ask others to be less, trust others more, and trust yourself less. Don’t think of yourself so well and others so badly, as if the truth is in your own hands. When you see others’ shortcomings, you should also see others’ advantages. When you see your own advantages, you should also see your shortcomings. Friends, imagine your mind as a repository of your potential power. Now you should learn to release an appropriate amount of power from the repository and guide it to the right direction, this is the essence of self-discipline.

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The key to heaven

Spring elimination snow

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Autumn Rain smoke

[Introduction] the character of the season is scattered into the rain like smoke. It has carved out its unique temperament, which is the breath of Autumn. It is an old man who smokes under the tree and thinks about the wisps of smoke, vertical and horizontal ups and downs in the rain net. Drinking the moist air and tasting the dry land.

The rain is coming, as if listening to the news, as if ending a long-cherished wish. I had been waiting for the person who had been away for a long time. Autumn orange is already large, tired with the past, tired into the breath of percolation, the weight is shaking. When peeling off its smooth coat with hands, the soft and restrained touch will gather together silently. This may be the secret of rain, and this is the inexplicable appeal, which is infected with separation, infected with the smoke-like rain. It carries the restless and erratic will, giving up in the unbearable and looking back constantly in the rain and fog. Autumn often leaves people with the definition of beauty, which is like the fruits flashing in front of us, the fragrance of osmanthus on the dark branches, and the amazing rice field. If we say that autumn is interpreted by some kind of musical instrument, I think it should be a flute, penetrating the sky, with cool breath, like pouring out and sighing. Tangled and mixed, depicting the ending in the boundless, looking back frequently on the dry branches that have been washed by the rain, like resentment or crying or waiting for rebirth? Maybe rain is the door, the window, thin, which can look up and overlook from afar. The constant desire is to break through the boundary and wash away the tiredness in the vulgar dust. That was a tiny foot sound, with strings of beads jumping in the air. When the autumn wind blows, you can clearly see its figure, which is clear and transformed from everything. The dance steps are light and sharp, turning around, then fell into the soil and quietly fell into dreams. I like fresh things, and I like the feeling of being slightly cool. When my feet crossed the threshold with the wind, and my eyes stopped consistently, I was looking forward to a rain silently. Light rain, rushing to the Earth seemingly incomprehensible, lightly swept through my traceless territory. The empty smoke rose, catching a piece of empty, like wet wood. After being lit and dyed, it eroded the incomplete branches and still released a kind of simplicity. Or, Life is the wet wood, which is mostly not flamboyant, controlled by the air and subjected to a single imprisonment. Rain, walking on the path, until muddy, until the clothes are wet, can you experience the heavy load and the surprise of time. That is music, and it is also the monologue of the plot. It is left to oneself as well as the sea. Splashing rain, they are looking for warmth, shelter, or eternal meeting, silence, silence is better than sound, this only tacit understanding can understand one. Season, rotate in the rain, condense, beat, bloom into windowsill flowers. And I was lost in thought again. Could the fragrance of flowers fill my heart? Good or bad is sometimes a vague concept. Just like the autumn rain, it came and arrived, shaking off all kinds of emotions. They danced under the plane trees with a slightly negative sound, just like a flute sweeping the chill, blowing dilapidated leaves and holding out a wasteland. I saw that the sycamore leaves were against the rain, listening to its heart rhythm, listening to the empty silence of being at ease. Was leisurely? Maybe so, streams, rivers and even rivers are all its incarnation. Then, what about the sadness in poetry? Why do I use Xiao Qiu Yu as an excuse? Is that the frozen water drop? Because thoughts are cooled down, they no longer evolve. So I stayed in the gap and pretended to be a permanent person. Maybe I was tired and could only berth in the sorrow of the Ronin and the poet. It became the passer and soul of the poem, it won’t stop blowing. The character of the season is scattered into the rain like smoke. It has carved out its unique temperament, which is the breath of Autumn. It is an old man who smokes under the tree and thinks about the wisps of smoke, vertical and horizontal ups and downs in the rain net. Drinking the moist air and tasting the dry land. Strolling in the rain, feeling the sky, those indistinct footnotes. I couldn’t help thinking about what they lost and got when they pounced on the Earth? Is it a tragic cut? Or is it an eternal destination? Rain is poetry, expressing the sense of shame of the years, and filling the blank memory with a lifetime of separation. The heavy and heavy buildings are divided into layers of waves, wind and water. They are separated into spaces one by one, which turn into full words and calm true feelings. In the autumn colors that pervade all the time, the infinite drunkenness of life is always written!

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My soldiers complex

I was a soldier time not long, and serious said, that also is not a real significance of a soldier. Nevertheless, now thinking back now, military men although removed qi ba nian, but heart those on soldiers things, or packed full. And, again to history in Go, careful search related soldiers memory, suddenly found himself was a flawed soldiers fan. Is boy, a child who no soldier dream. S 1970s born I, born in New Society, long in under the red flag, small watch “tunnel warfare”, “mine warfare” of film, usually turning the ping yuan you ji dui, Railway Guerrillas “picture book, ear Listen Huang Jiguang, Dong Cunrui story of battles, mouth singing star Song”, “Hero hymn of the revolutionary songs. In fire smoke, qiang Lin hail of long-term influence infiltration under, young mind had long aspired can grow up quickly, grow up to enlisted as soldiers, into hero. As a child wants to be a soldier, even’s game is also filled with military color. Yuemingxingxi summer night, mountain village already quiet down, but school playground han sha still rang rings loud. Red, White two armies with bricks, wood base into bunkers. Behind cover, tummy a team shooter, with a slingshot, wire gun to eye each other aiming shooting. Bullets by used of scratch paper torn box after folding and. Accidentally being bullets hit in the face, that feeling or full pain. Such pain and happiness of the fighting, often until late, until some parents called the, called impatient, need fire, on both sides of the combatants only heart unwilling, reluctant gradually clears. Next morning, playground lie scattered atop the paper of bullets, who first school became whose booty. This, often and will cause a new pick bullet battle. As a child wants to be a soldier, on weapons particularly interested in. When militias uncle with semi-automatic rifle, engage in training when take out. That musket than I was tall and very practical in sink, I like, ke ban up too strenuous. Uncle sometimes carrying rifle with our uphill Dove, gunfire xiang chu, birds fly, doves and missed him, has casings elastic-out in the ground. In forest grass find cartridge case is we happy do things. Who picked up casings uncle, he will give candy eat. nian san shi of night, every household firecrackers to small village fried like in hot pot fried beans. Uncle carrying gun came to the street, muzzle up oblique mountain of direction, pull the trigger and pops pops several more, mixed with this lively, increase years Kong-style. We, is out of bullet shells. -Dark, where to touch? Adults really Gun, baby not vague. The guerilla song sings: no gun, no gun, enemy and build us? -Who is the enemy? The Internationale sing: never what savior, not by God Emperor. To create a happy life, all by ourselves. This the gun thing relationship to our happiness, therefore having to rely on our own! We made guns of technology have a constantly improved process. Initially is find a small branch, with a knife to bark, cut smooth, tie rubber band, made slingshot; Then unified use wire. Some continue made slingshot of shape, others by pistol shape, cheeky bent Butt, bent into a trigger, gun head made slingshot above, as usual is tie rubber band. This wire making firearms some very rough some instances, exquisite. Use rough pistol, poor fellow the exquisite pistol will be very envious, would turn it Rob come over his play; Use fine gun, often proud, and treat it as baby, Dongzang Tibet, afraid of being hacked to, reluctant to people touching. In that no TV to see, no animation can kill time, fight! Battle, not in combat in survival, in battle perish. Such slogan was although no shouted,-on fight cravings, and thick passion burning, blood surging feelings, always with looked after me. Later is ten-year studies, play time gradually reduced. With homework increased year by year, soldier idea slowly light go down. College entrance examination registration fill volunteer, military academy of early admissions. I suddenly had military test of year, unfortunately eye sight no, enough soldier conditions. Disappointed, lost feeling utmost. However, that idea comes and go. Since then, thoroughly dispel the army idea. Destiny is really strange. In I completely dispel soldier idea four years after, is senior second semester, forces to my school specially recruited college students recruited along. I as only a couple we tied in recommended. Graduate looking for work is a major event in life, I can not think, all opinions and all to listen. Then students gradually put my job determine down, coasted le Zai live University rest of beautiful time, think of myself work haven’t landed, very anxious. And hear of in forces and could not life, after also face rehabilitation, second job, much trouble. My mind, she hesitated and between, the forces on hiring cadres again consult my views. This man no matter from appearance or by temperament said, are a standard military, and with some Wenqi. He conviction:, smiling face, and that body olive military uniform, suddenly let me as a child soldier dream, college entrance examination registration Military Academy volunteer Qi influx; What. This time, vilest liberties with my hesitation, hard nodded. Since then, in students thinking months after How to his desk and reassure, I is to “Han” in toubicongrong of Ban Chao since than, and shouted: Man, aneng Juss pen inkstone? Actually at that time, as a scholar of I upcoming Army life, no point awareness. -Oh, after all, that is so distant and too mysterious. Plus, I have to make split-choice, also is so some impulse and incredible. As soldiers don’t carry gun, this Soldiers when of what taste. I shall leave school and from school to forces report, and for a period of twenty days of short training, child play with guns war scene from time to time in mind, think of themselves immediately to hand gun, patrol at frontiers, heart full of pride. -Down to company after, found this force wasn’t fighting forces, heart some lost. This force unworthy gun, but gun or some, week organization training, sometimes live ammunition shooting. Company of that live fire I due to other obligations and missed, back listen to platoon warrior exciting speaking, heart itch to no. -Oh, forget confessed, Under company after I am practice platoon sergeant, with a group of my age, large of veterans, the youngest of whom recruits also before me enlisted six months. I say their platoon commander,-in these veterans eyes, even rookies have not, because I without recruits even hustle of experience. In their view, real soldiers, must want to pass recruits even three months of the body exercise and Spirit baptism. These first not. Missed firing is a pity, but each gun, was quite interesting, I will to have fun watch. The veterans of the youth class and several duty classes skillfully disassembled the pistol parts, placed them on the ground one by one, and then wiped the oil carefully, as carefully as serving some goods, and then skillfully all melded assembly into a whole gun, gun body shiny black. Once, they taught me to Apart a gun, installed on, see oneself also can do, that happy momentum with Warrior targeting return not much difference. -Oh, don’t ask proficiency, that of course is another matter. In the Army, troops not whistle, shout password, not much of a cadres. Since platoon sergeant, team daily management is a main to do. The simplest is the catch day and rest life system implementation. Their implementation for system, inseparable from whistle and shout password. Forces whistle has exquisite, morning, night lights, collection team meeting, dining and other, have to whistle; Whistle different, representing different instructions. In order to practice good whistle, I often dragged platoon veteran to waterfront, facing river wind let him teach. Repeated practice down, finally is get by. Once, however,, Winter, platoon of a warrior to sleep late, hard Nye I blow the whistle enough ring, let me depressed good half-day. Shout password for me, also had to cross the level. These content while training did not learn, then just teach the go queue, stand Junzi, so under company after from scratch. Other cadres in organization training shout password, I watch, heart remember. Night fighters asleep, I a person secretly came to the river, at front of the boundless darkness to shout: attention, straddling, at ease, turn left, turn right, turn back, report company commander, forces assembled, whether drill, indicate those days, now looking back, distress is not. I as if only looking at a do not concern me the stories of the people, heart for him full of bitter. A man of letters, a scholar, to become completely A troops, is really difficult for him! In company for six months later, I was transferred to command when staff. General Staff, equivalent to secretary, responsible for writing materials, sometimes with police section, the Operations Section do specific business. This seems to follow me of specialized somewhat detached, I also full of joy. New Environment Natural have a new running-in process, which write material bitterness will not say. Because often help police section, the operations section work, here with soldiers things related affairs than company Multi. For me, is very happy. Remember that command organization every company ball firing assessment. I followed police section of staff officer to the mentor teams receive bullets. Here is I had joined the Army when training place. Old Place, Old scene, but people have changed, standing on the playground training of all strange face. Before I could on revisit Hing Fat feeling, beat-up military jeep engine has revved. We took bullets directly to range, do shooting assessment front preparations. The company pulled up one by one. I distributed bullets to the soldiers. After they finished shooting, I hurriedly ran to target the back slope on find bullet. From soil excavated many bullet has changed-shaped, flat and flat, these useless. I want is shape intact bullet, can with everywhere cartridge case re-stitching, made bullet-shaped ornaments, or with glue into fly aircraft model. When I was looking for bullets, the happiness must be the same as the cartridge shell popped up when I was young, so proud that I forgot the shape, so that the deputy chief of staff present at that time became serious. He no in Front fighters criticizes me. Afterwards, he told me in private: cadres, like a cadres! That resounding, firmly tone, scared I heart uneasy for ages. In that shooting assessment, happened to girlfriend to forces watch me, leadership care go targeting. Targeting results out, I this gun of the results have not without guns girlfriend good, ha ha, really fell face! One Sunday, Chief suddenly called me, to put handcuffs on me with him to sea in. He looked serious let me look think there must be something to happen. As expected, he told me on the way: Famous illegal immigrants were hidden on the ship and found by the ship during the voyage. Now ship parked Anchorage, we go get him trial. I suddenly excited, this is my first time perform such tasks, while, in and smuggling committed contact when, maybe what else exciting things happens! The boat we took left the dock quickly, like a sword cutting through the river, dragging a long white tail with splashing water and heading straight to the anchorage. River start slowly, waves gradually extra-large, boat in water and down bumps. First sea, I don’t have any seasickness feeling, but psychological very nervous. I tightly grasp the handrail, gaze front, looking for to boarding the ship, while, from time to time side head look around chief of staff, found him calm, take it easy after, my heart is also slowly relax down. Waves really large, boat upper ship, kept hit, and separate. Ship Crew down long hanging ladder, hanging ladder in and Hull constantly touch in swing your pigs. To from US small craft shun hanging ladder climb the tall ship, dangerous.? No matter how dangerous the task is, it can be done. Chief go first, makes me do demonstration. I was bold, holding the idea of throwing caution to the wind, and climbed up steadily and difficultly one ladder after another. Looking back to the deck, I felt scared and couldn’t believe that I could even get up. The process of bringing back the illegal immigrants was relatively simple, because people had been controlled by the ship, and when they got off from the big ship to our small boat, the horrible scene of the illegal immigrants did not dare to move when they saw it, His performance very. I in command for a year and a half staff, after, forces restructuring, team collectively demobilized. This is the end of my days in military uniform. I still have three years of normal military service, and my uniform has only been worn for two years. -Faster. Really fast. It is really too fast! As if having a dream, I woke up in a daze and found that I had not fully understood the feeling of being a soldier, so I returned to the common people. But, in the memories of their own Army Day, command facilitators of word to me impressed. At that time, my shoulder badge directly Hung Huang Cancan’s two stars from the red brand during my internship. This lieutenant rank by normally, have to in forces dry qi ba nian to put on. He asked me with a smile: can you carry this two-star shoulder? When I had no mind him. With out of the military time gradually elongated, I more and more deeply experience of this sentence weight. This small shoulder not only represents honor, but also represents heavy responsibility. Until now, when I was rewarded or promoted because of my achievements in work, I would ask myself silently from the bottom of my heart: can you carry it? The short history of soldiers ended, but the complex about soldiers would never fade. As a soldier, I realized my dream when I was young. With the history of being a soldier, my life became richer and thicker. Now, I often inspire myself like this: I used to be a soldier. I will always be a soldier.

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The past is hard to touch

[Introduction] dream is far away, spring has gone. In that blooming season, the budding youth, the sentimental love, like a rain in early spring, the moisture coming and the melancholy going. Like a green apple, it was bitterly inserted into the gap of teeth, rolled down on the tip of the tongue, and finally sank in the deep pool of stomach. It was a pleasant smell …… someone said: the stronger the shell of life is, the more fragile its core is; The more active the dynamic of life is, the more lonely it is. Inscription in the silent night, a sad note circling around my ears, seems to tell the sleepless heart knot, floating thoughts extending in the air, it seems that those fragmentary years have pieced together faint images in my mind, those bitter past events have spread inexplicably in the deep soul, and a touch of sadness which is hard to touch is like a trickle stream, I opened the fence of my emotion a few days ago, my college classmates who had not seen each other for many years chatted on the wine table and told each other their past events. Occasionally, someone mentioned silence. She was the lily in my heart, it is said that when I went to the western regions, I was collected by others and went to another city. However, God did not bring her happiness but came back again. His eyes became gloomy. The diary that he thought had been dusty in a trance was opened in Sigh, although it was the feelings brewed in Shui Mu Nian, at this moment, the wind was blowing and the gloomy clouds were bleak. I took the glass and drank down heavily, spitting out a mouthful of turbid gas, and my sour eyes blurred my sight. Jing, my deskmate, who makes people like her at a glance, exudes the peculiar fragrance of a young girl like Lily. At that time, seeing her every day became the most pleasant thing in my mind. It was as close as a shadow, and my long hair always brushed my cheek inadvertently, A kind of unexpected feeling full of happy flowers in my heart. I like to secretly watch her quiet and warm smile, which is the happiest secret I have hidden in my heart, this green love is like the weeds blown by the spring breeze, spreading and growing crazily. For many years, in my dream, I always saw the season of blooming flowers, the throbbing years, and her smile was still so bright, her enthusiasm was still trembling at the corners of her mouth. Under the misty night, the most beautiful bride in the world came to me slowly with some elegance and warmth, and walked into my heart, how can I forget the past which has melted into my blood like smoke? Her deskmate’s eyebrows and eyes are clean, empty and blue, her face can’t be wiped out in her whole life, and her two Hearts holding hands, you can always touch the eyes of each other, and you can always hear the pulse of each other’s breath. That is the sound of flowers in your heart, that is the green taste of happiness in your heart. At the edge of the campus lake, there are too many unforgettable memories left at the end of the lake. Light steps, bright red smiles and lingering feelings make the quiet lake ripple wave after wave. We hold our fingers tightly, hoping that we can embrace each other and feel the warmth of life in this everlasting happy time. I still deeply remember that on the back mountain with luxuriant branches and leaves, the wind brought intoxicating charm. She gave me the girl’s first kiss, and her blushing face couldn’t hide her shy heartbeat, the Sweet Sweet Lips made me smell the faint fragrance, the sweet sweat of her dance, the elegant hair, the lingering love of my unforgettable soul, the deep gaze, the murmured whispers streamed across the fingertips and scattered all over the floor. However, it turns out that the time of fate is so teasing, and the love in the heart is so bitter. The happy campus time flies in youth like a meteor. Just before our graduation, Jing, always bowed his head and frowned. Jing didn’t tell me until the day we left the campus, because of the transfer of her father’s work, she asked her family to move to another city, a very far place, a place where she might never come back. The sudden news made me pale and my heart was cut, lonely, I suddenly felt that the world had lost its bright colors, and the spring of life had stopped surging. Looking at the Wounded Sky, the empty soul was ups and downs in the misty rain, my body hesitated at a loss, and my eyes were full of sad tears. Could the beautiful youth be just the fragile moon in the water and the hazy cloud and mist, does it disappear ruthlessly in my eyes? Can the most sweet love show its real beauty only when it is a flash in the pan? I still remember the day she left, pieces of maple leaves fell down, the air was full of melancholy mood, tears of farewell dripped on my face, I knew it was the rain in my heart, the helpless sorrow, when her lips clung to mine, I realized that this was the last tenderness. Everything that had become eternal memories waved, but looked pale with sinking, the sad ending was her distant back. Since then, in order to let my dream fly, I also left this sad city and went to a place where men shouldn’t let women cry, that is, the western regions. The night was already deep, with graceful melody and sad lyrics still flowing in the air, deeply engraved into my skin. Time flies, time goes by, summer flowers are broken, Autumn Water is worn, deskmate who goes far away, my silence, are you all right? You should know that we breathe under the same sky. Even if the fate of the years takes you away, I can still feel the heartbeat in the distance. Even if we walk on the two parallel lines of life, I also hope to meet at the crossroad. I also want to smell the faint fragrance of Lily, pick up the deep gaze, watch the running water slide through my fingertips, let me hold you quietly, no longer sleep lonely with a beautiful dream. Dream is far away, spring has gone. In that blooming season, the budding youth, the sentimental love, like a rain in early spring, the moisture coming and the melancholy going. Like a green apple, it was bitterly inserted into the gap of teeth, rolled down on the tip of the tongue, and finally sank in the deep pool of stomach. It was a pleasant smell and hazy feeling. The days that have gone through have gradually become wounds. The Years of yesterday have faded into shadows. The blue melancholy is like the evening without dusk, and the heart of crying cannot be found, no one can sew the wound in the heart, all the vows are so fragile, and the bitter waiting is even more helpless tears! The distant sky is the place I can never reach, and the tenderness of the past is the light sorrow that I can no longer touch in this life.

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Think Day, dream night

[Introduction] I hope everyone can keep your eyes open and don’t be harassed by these special people and corruption on the Internet, which will affect the good mood every day. No one wants to be angry and unable to sleep at night, I dreamed about what kind of baby in horror. I felt that I was fragile just like the dream. You and I were kind. A few days ago, I had nothing to do and just transferred an article about Duke of Zhou. Thinking about what dream I had, I compared it when I couldn’t help thinking about it. I found a fun for myself. I didn’t expect that I really had a strange dream last night. I dreamed that I held a baby in my arms and got up quickly before dawn, I asked Duke Zhou to give himself a peaceful explanation, and found that it was written in Article 68: if a baby appears in a pregnant woman’s dream, there is no symbolic meaning. The dreams of non-pregnant women may show their subconscious desire to have a child. Represents the weakness or desire for love of the Dreamer (whether male or female). The hurt and self-pity part in your heart should at least get your consciousness and self-love. Only in this way can the child part in your heart grow and mature. It can symbolize your pure, innocent and true self: that is, your true appearance is different from your various external environments. It is shaped by conditions. It symbolizes your personality or some new developments in your personal life. I really think about the day and have a dream at night! Fortunately, it was not a disaster or a disaster, but I felt relieved. I just thought that I was annoyed by a netizen these days, and I didn’t want to be angry with this unqualified life, but thinking that I was really innocent, I felt helpless. Thinking of the purity of my thoughts and my true heart, I want to vent it here. I once knew a netizen who claimed to work in Jinan government office for a year. At first, he thought he was a modest and modest gentleman. He showed me his photos, not to mention his appearance, but also his appearance, at first, he was polite, saying that he was very happy, with a beautiful wife, a lovely son, a comfortable job and a beautiful female secretary beside him. Later, I became bored and vulgar. I expressed my love to me wantonly on the Internet, tangled me in every possible way, said that I didn’t love my wife in reality, and looked for true love and true feelings on the Internet, regardless of the normal morality and ethics of being a human being, a group of sweet words are noisy without shame. After being declined by me, I tore my face and scolded me. Good words to persuade each other, not only did they not restrain themselves, but instead they changed into Ben Jiali, revealing their dirty and Dirty Hearts. After being deleted countless times by me, they had to be blacklisted. Let him press at the foot of the five fingers Mountain of the Queen Mother, and never turn over. I had hoped that as a government official, he could keep himself clean. Although we were far away from each other and would not have the chance to meet each other, everyone’s quality image would remain in the deep heart of others, instead of being denounced by others through the ages, it is better to leave a good impression on people and spread it through the ages. Moreover, due to various reasons, it is inconvenient to report him, but it is also a quick thing for this kind of almost abnormal scumbag to be removed forever. What made me more angry was that he met an old classmate of mine in my space, and later he talked nonsense to her, loving and loving her. He was disgusting and ugly. I thought he was married and had a family, imagine if his wife knew that he sat in front of the computer in a dignified manner every day and thought about something dirty, how would he feel? One of the chats was seen by his son. The child asked, are you my father’s friend? I said yes. He said my father is a very learned person! It can be seen that the child adores him very much, but he never knows what his respectable father does in front of the computer every night? The emptiness in my heart can be seen. What is more hateful is that he told my old classmate behind his back that I am published books by selling emotions, which made me angry and confused, what does it matter to him that I like writing? I can write whatever I like. I decide my feelings. I also have seven emotions and six desires. Is it wrong to write emotional articles? Qiong Yao is specialized in writing romance novels. What’s the matter? Although I can’t compare with Qiong Yao, I like to write about the world in my eyes. I have dinner with friends of Writers Association, my husband supported me to go, but he was talking nonsense about me behind my back. Is it really abnormal! I remember that he used to say that he adored me very much and appreciated my literary talent very much. Everyone had the heart of loving others. It was inevitable that people of the opposite sex had good feelings and admired each other. Unexpectedly, he said that he was sour if he couldn’t eat grapes, I didn’t appreciate him and didn’t want to be the so-called confidante he said. He was so ashamed and angry that he poured dirty water on me in front of my friends and made what I said worthless, how can he spit out lotus flowers in his mouth? I don’t want to defend myself. I just need to remind all the friends who surf the Internet that they are destined to know each other online and should cherish the good relationship between them, not everyone you know will get to know each other. Don’t plant any trouble and make yourself angry. Since we have done something that hinders morality, we are all adults now. We should regret immediately. Otherwise, how can we face our wives and children calmly and colleagues and friends every day? Isn’t there a ghost jumping often in my heart? Hypocrite is not easy to do! Unexpectedly, he was so arrogant, bold and flaunting, bumping around, looking for excitement on the Internet under the guise of looking for real feelings on the internet. I hope everyone can polish your eyes in the game life, don’t be harassed by these special people and corruption on the Internet, which affects the good mood every day. No one wants to be so angry that he can’t sleep at night and dream of babies in horror, I feel that I am fragile just like my dream. You and I are kind. Everything is done in the heart of Buddha. The sun is new every day, and the mood is beautiful every day. It is really not worthy to be destroyed by these dirty scumbags. I hope everyone can maintain the peace of QQ space together, maintain this green home, the home of the soul, and the real pure land of the soul, and become the real pure Holy Land.

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