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Sincerity and simplicity

Sincerity and simplicity have always been my most prominent feature. Unfortunately, in the past year, I found that they were gradually lost. I constantly reflect on people, especially myself, who are really a complicated individual. Perhaps, the real difficulty is to know yourself. I still remember when I was in college, I argued with Minghui in our class about whether people could know themselves on Earth. His answer was yes, and he took himself as an example to tell us how well he knew himself. However, we say it is very difficult. At that time, we didn’t persuade him, nor did he persuade us. But he defeated us emotionally, because his confidence was revealed everywhere, which made him express very passionately. But we can’t even know ourselves. How can we persuade the other side if we have a slight momentum. But till now, I still insist that I can’t know myself, even though my understanding of myself has deepened. Kitsch is the main reason why I lost these two things. I learned to please the people around me, used to expressing my views in flattering language, and then laughed. This kind of self was already not my self in college. At that time, I am was Frank, sincere and simple, but now, it is restrained and vulgar. I suddenly remembered my uncle. Uncle belongs to another type of grandiose type. This type still has no sincerity and simplicity. He likes talking loudly, boasting about his success and blaming others. However, in other people’s eyes, he himself did not set a good example either. Hey! My uncle’s life may not be long. I shouldn’t say anything about him here. He gave me a lot, a lot. I should thank him. Recently, because of his illness, I think of human life more deeply. Sometimes, I feel that my thinking seems to have reached the deepest meaning of life. Thank you, I hope his operation can be successful. He also made me firm. I must be sincere and simple. No big talk, no nonsense, no empty talk, no vulgar words.

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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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Thought

A kind of wonderful feeling is always inexplicably recalling those trivial things in the past; Those sad things, or pleasure. At that time, what I hated might be like-minded. When you leave, you will leave some shadows. The memories are always warm, and the memories are always sighing. Maybe it is getting older. My old classmate asked me happily why I didn’t go back to my alma mater. I smiled and answered; There were only memories but no thoughts. I read those people, not some time and space. Wherever people are, they will follow wherever they want. Even though they are far away from each other, they care about each other. The shadow of childhood often appears in dreams, running in the wheat field full of thick snow without scruple. In the crude Primary School, the students were ragged, but they also looked leisurely.. Catch The Locust in the open grass field, and put your head on the fur straw first; The big one can be grilled and eaten, while the small one can only wait for the end. It is the infinite thoughts left by those people. From time to time, I picked up cigarette butts and smoked a mouthful of grandma who was spitting out a cigarette ring. I have been away for some years, and I always feel satisfied to smoke a few cigarette butts in my dark hands. When I was young, I always yelled at her and left. What I left was neither sadness nor resentment. Looking at the thin body lying in the coffin, everything stopped and sealed up my memory from now on, I only want to leave some. My family was poor, and I was very independent early. It’s hard to live. Dragging my tired body, I forced myself to smile. Live, live only because of the endless thoughts…..

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Waiting

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Written in the morning diary

Last night, I was sleepless and busy with my work. Living can’t live without work. As a man after thirty, this truth has been deeply rooted in his heart. I wiped my sleepy eyes at three o’clock in the morning and woke myself up. I can’t refuse to be afraid of fatigue. There are still a lot of things to be done. Only when I finish it will tomorrow’s sunshine smile, tomorrow, tomorrow will last for an interesting life. At five o’clock in the morning, the work was finished. But my ass was so miserable that he didn’t listen to me numbly. When I thought of stretching my body, my ass was too lazy to move. Lying in my consciousness with weak spirit, it is difficult to connect with my body and exercise my life together. The night that has not faded, like what is lost? Keeping silent loneliness all the time, deliberately creating a deep tone for my vision, making me feel the heavy life after being worn out in the depth of exhaustion. Looking at the computer screen with relief, yesterday’s story ended in exhaustion, and today’s emotion extended in life. Living in this machine era, thoughts cannot control the rotation of machines. To live, you need to rotate. At six o’clock in the morning, I wanted to shut up for a while, but the early sun woke up the crazy people in this world again. There were noises, air flute, and some warm love songs came from some warm small rooms, it disturbed the silence of the morning. I don’t hate bustle. Once the world leaves bustle, the prediction of will become a fact after being spread by one madman after another. People are really sad. There are many people in this world whose original healthy minds are destroyed by rumors. The love song was beating on the chord in the morning. The body that was tired and wanted to sleep had some spirit. It seems that the love that has been reduced by years will sprout on a certain love cell in the body and occasionally stir the warmth of the old man’s aftertaste. I began to recall, recalling some familiar faces, recalling some scenes that once gave me complete forgetting that there was only beauty but no sadness in this world in my life. Suddenly, I suddenly saw a woman with long hair who was slender and beautiful, just like the wife and mother who was still sleeping in my room, leaning against the debris of the years and smiling at me, that smile, as soon as my legs were soft, I fell down in the gentle village. From then on, when I entered the castle of marriage, I would never imagine the red apricot going out of the wall. Who knows, in the sweet aftertaste, a voice came from behind: what kind of breakfast to eat, I answered confusedly: Whatever, milk, bread, eggs, have breakfast after eating, I will take you to play on national day. Where? Don’t you want to hook fish? Fish hook. I really regret that I have hooked you. Since then, I have no space for myself. In the name of taking me there, you are actually restricting my personal freedom. One more sentence: a pair of hands without freshness gently pinched on my neck. My body has some temperature like electric shock. Looking back, I looked at her, showing a little light. My body was no longer numb and weak, so I approached the table and sat down. My eyes stared at me gently. Under the gentle supervision, I could only eat up her breakfast. I fell asleep in a daze and saw the sunshine running on the grass 30 years later. I also saw the old woman and I sitting on the grass, recollecting the sad and happy story of life. The taste of dreaming is really good! Dream went.

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Simple Life

Every day when I go to work, I have to pass by the food street in the most prosperous part of the town. When I passed by in the morning, it was also deserted there. The people who were walking in drizzle, the office workers who were in a hurry and the cleaners who cleaned the streets seemed to be as ordinary as me. On both sides of the street, only snack bars and small department stores selling breakfast were open, and the other luxurious and rich food cities were closed tightly. Maybe the people inside were sleeping soundly. However, when passing by at noon and evening, the scene there directly became two contrasting worlds with the morning. Especially in the evening, in the twinkling of neon lights, the heads and tails of luxury cars on both sides of the street are connected, stretching for several miles, like two huge Dragons crossing the road. The crowds of men and women who got off the bus, dressed brightly and with spring breeze, showed nobility and pride, and rushed to the reserved paradise. The wine and vegetables on the upstairs are fragrant, singing and dancing are endless, mixed with the sound of guessing boxing and talking laughter, resounding through the sky. There are even those who are drunk and confused, who are full of wine and full of food, and return happily, or talk loudly, or swallow clouds and mist, with infinite scenery. In each situation, and my generation shabby phase compared, vastly different, quite different. When talking with my colleagues, most of them lamented that the world was dirty and went into Qingshui Yamen. Because the diners in the street of delicious food are either civil servants of government departments, or the pursuers who dominate the business world, and they have power or money to support. And now almost difficult to family of teachers, face less the 700 or 800 multi-is 1000 or 2000 of a meal, is fault with daring. Today, when prices are soaring, every penny is split into two halves, and we often catch our elbows when there is no clear soup or water. How dare we climb the stairs of the food street? In addition to lamenting, natural loss; In addition to loss, natural dissatisfaction; In addition to dissatisfaction, natural depression. As time passes, I am lack of initiative, work is perfunctory, life is dull, and my mood is in a mess. Sometimes, when I am not satisfied with the reality, I miss the work and life in the countryside. In the countryside, because there is no temptation of high consumption places, the monthly salary is acceptable for living. Sometimes colleagues and friends get together, drinking and eating meat, but they also enjoy themselves. The sun rises as usual every day, works in an orderly manner every day, and lives are delicious every day. Refreshed, nothing. I once remembered that during the more than ten years after I took part in the work, when I gave the rest of my salary to my parents, my parents who had struggled for most of their lives on the poverty line, I am always greatly satisfied with my meager income. They always told me not to forget the foundation of being a man, to work steadfastly, to repay the society and to serve my job well. This kind of income with wheat yellow every month, which can not be blown away by the wind and can not be damaged by the rain, enough to live comfortably, bi shang bu zu bi xia you yu, so to meet. Maybe it is the instruction and guidance of parents. Although they have been in trouble for more than ten years, they are in a sunny and cheerful mood when facing a simple life. Nowadays, this kind of openness and sunshine is overcast by the huge contrast. Life is still simple, but mood becomes complicated. If you think about it carefully, apart from the objective factors of reality, it is also an important factor for you to lose your mind, move to gods and demons, and be in chaos. We are too small to change the reality and situation, but we can change ourselves. Just like running from the countryside to the city, heart is the key. To take a step back, there was nothing wrong with running to the city. As long as you don’t compare, expect or pay attention to anything, you will still do your own thing. Simple life and simple happiness will not have so many laments and negativity. Being able to live in the countryside in the downtown is a state and open-minded. We are confused because we forget the original simplicity and simplicity, and are blinded by the noise and neon of the city. As the saying goes, it is hard to fill one’s life. Only by sticking to one’s own happiness and not enviing other people’s life is the real life. Like plant trees. After the tree species are planted, watering and fertilizing will be carried out. Only by cutting off the scattered branches with a sharp axe can it thrive. Otherwise, this tree can only be used as firewood in the end, not towering and straight. Therefore, don’t try to save others and the society. As long as you can save yourself, it is enough! It is not difficult to save yourself. After all, it is a simple life. If you plant a tree and a forest in your heart, do not forget to water and fertilize it. Remember to trim it frequently, and naturally it will form a shelter forest.

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Sick time

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Those, gorgeous hairpins

Since May, this year, I have traveled a lot and went many places that I didn’t expect. One mountain to one mountain, and the river to the top of the mountain, there is no danger, although every time, it is not easy to come. For the first time, I didn’t miss it. The fresh smile of the grass. Only one step away, I saw the icy flowers, but I saw the mountain sweet potato flowers, lavender. When the grass had not spread out, I walked on a mountain road. Willow, yellow twigs, stayed in my time. There are so many encounters, similar but different. Experienced, many times of running away, a masterpiece of fate. A lot of things have happened, of course, as long as you live, it is inevitable. There are still not many shining ones, but as long as they are shining, I will treasure them. Those tiredness and depression were scattered in the gasping place and sweat before they could clean up. There are so many people in the same trade coming and going. Even so, I still remember a lot, including the virtual network and the passers-by that I have never seen. I am grateful for my attention. Although it is short and forgotten, I remember it. Whether it is a whisper or a mood, my song is swaying all the way, hard to walk, if, can also be called a song. I don’t want to look at it for a long time. As long as I am in the journey, I will once be brilliant and beautiful, even if only I can see it. Sometimes, I would stop and be caught by the beautiful scenery. Sometimes, suffering the pain like tearing, take out those fresh things from the bottom of my heart. Many people passed by and saw their faces clearly, but failed to remember them. There are also some people who walk straight into my heart and overlook each other’s scenery. I walked into the fertile wilderness one by one in the shy field where I opened the territory and expanded the land. There, we smile, shake hands, tacit understanding, God will understand, although others are difficult to understand. Very bitter, tired, busy, not worth mentioning. Maybe you are like this, so is he. We are not easy. Although we have too much yearning and persistence, we still have to run in this secular world. There is no need to say whether it is helpless, test, necessity or anything. Forever, eat, sleep, walk, want to go, no high and low, but can not surpass. It is burdened and carried. Stunned, this feeling seems to be a long time ago. But I still remember this simple word. I really want to have it again. Day after day, I watched it helplessly and was coerced away by the flood of life. I really forgot, when did the last sweetness happen? Flowers, insects, distant mountains, streams and even maple leaves burned my eyes like fire. Go in such a hurry, just like a moving heart. However, I still caught some of the gorgeous hairiness. During the examination, there was once an extraordinary journey. Ye Zeng, strolling in the flower season and trudging in the rainy season. Affectionately, close to the years of Jin can.

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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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On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites…

Read The Bridges of Madison County

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From today on, I want to be happy

I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me…

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…

As a teacher, I am “poor” and happy

Zhou Guoping once said: the mind of people guarding forests is always very quiet. He always goes with the simplest lives like trees, squirrels and woodpeckers all the year round, and his own life becomes pure. Is this not the case for teachers? With these naive and unworldly elves all day long, the soul is always consolidated on the carefree and colorful impression of the youth. I feel that I am detached from the years and touch the eternal happiness. Especially their innocent behavior that the tender bamboo is a horse and the new Pu breaks the whip, always knocks on the window of their memory, and their hearts suddenly surge up beside branches and stick butterflies, snuggling trees to catch the innocent and adorable cicada, thus I can experience an incomparable happiness from it. At the beginning of this career, I was like an uninvited guest who broke into their carefree ripples, but before long, I found that I had already become a circle of happy ripples. Maybe you will say that the teaching profession is too poor, but poverty has nothing to do with happiness and happiness. Schopenhauer once said: monopoly seeks extravagance everywhere, as pitiful as beggars look for food everywhere. The Buddha who snapped flowers and smiled, and the Zhuang Zhou who sang in the drum Basin, were not due to the superiority of their material life, but the spiritual richness. fo jie have said: like people drinking water lengnuanzizhi. I don’t deny that this job is poor, but I am content with it. At that time, people didn’t know Yu Xinle, and they would be called peddling at school, being a teacher, being poor and happy. At last, I want to end this article with Wang Guozhen’s poem “but, I am more willing”: why should others admit me? As long as there is no wrong way, fame and wealth are always flowers and shackles; no matter what becomes the ending, it is always inevitable that the interest will be disappointed. In the process of flowing, there is an eternal happiness; Although, sometimes I also pray for a moment to make life glorious. However, I am more willing to make my heart quiet and light

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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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On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites…

Read The Bridges of Madison County

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I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me…

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…

Comrade……

One morning, in the people’s food market, an old lady who was buying vegetables called to a young woman who was selling vegetables: Comrade, how much is a kilo of vegetables? The woman who picked vegetables didn’t respond even after shouting. She didn’t know that the other party was calling her, because this appellation was very strange to her, and maybe no one had ever called her like this. While the auditors would think that the old lady was old-fashioned, ignorant of the current affairs, rotten and foolish, and out of date. Looking back from the early days of the founding of the People’s Republic of China to the end of 1970 s, the title of comrade is familiar to people. It can be said that the whole country is a unified special term, regardless of the position, men and women, old and young, can be called, only those who are old are respectfully called old comrades, and those who are young are called young comrades. Of course, there are also strict distinctions. For black and five elements, they cannot be called comrades, for class enemies, for reeducation-through-labor prisoners, for overseas people (excluding the socialist camp), do not call comrade. In TV plays or movies, people can see that the prisoners of reeducation through labor are collectively referred to as the government, because they represent the routine of the government. However, probably in the middle and late 1980 s, the title of comrade gradually became indifferent in people’s vision and hearing. Instead, such as Sir, madam, Miss, man, ladies, bosses, landlady, in short, there are a lot of titles, which makes people at a loss. For example, if you work in a factory or a company, you can call the following employees as Masters or workmates, and the leaders as factory directors or managers. But if you go to government departments and administrative agencies to handle affairs, you are facing civil servants. If it is not appropriate to call teachers or teachers, I think it is more appropriate to call them directly. If you go to the service industry, such as restaurants, hotels, hair salons, massage centers, karaoke halls, and call the service staff miss, it may cause the other party to dislike, giving you a supercilious look. Because such a name often reminds people of the fashionable words and sentences of Miss escort, which are harmful to human dignity. If the other side is a businessman who has a door or a large-scale fixed stall, it can be called the boss. If you encounter a vegetable farmer who is single-handed, you can call it aunt, aunt, sister or uncle depending on the age and gender of the other side, primary, brother. The above is just my personal opinion, which may be naive. I remember that there was a comrade who served as the first female county magistrate in Baise. After graduating from the fifth and seventh cadre schools during the Cultural Revolution, he was assigned to the county commercial service station (bureau) as deputy, all the cadres and workers who knew her well were used to calling her county magistrate or director. She said to them sincerely: Please call me comrade. This was such a frank language, because she had a broad mind and was a tested soldier and a loyal servant of the masses. She was born and died for the Liberation of the Republic. When she was feeding pigs in the fifth and seventh cadre schools, her feet were hurt, but she never played in front of the public. She would not suffer from gain and loss because of her position, and gave up her obligations and duties. She treated others equally and cared about the sufferings of the masses, just like Fan Zhongyan’s words in the Yellow Crane Tower: worry about the world first, 48h after xia zhi le er le. This is the life portrayal of a honest Communist. After the Northern Expedition, Sun Yat-sen, the great pioneer of revolution, encouraged and warned all the soldiers, colleagues and compatriots of the Northern Expeditionary Army earnestly: The revolution has not yet succeeded, and comrades still need to work hard. This is warning Heng. Comrade, is a common ideal and common aspiration, that is, like-minded. In the big family of our motherland, comrade is the most cordial, harmonious, warm, eternal and civilized appellation.

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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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I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me…

Sick time

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Heart forever that moved

[Introduction] I remember that once I assisted in the arrest of a female suspect. He knew that I was not skilled and inexperienced. Since he escorted a criminal to get on the bus, he kept calling until he was the first one to get through his phone after finishing his work, at that time, there was a surge of warmth in my heart, which really touched me.

Early in the morning, I received a birthday blessing from the so-and-so bank card management center, and some friends called to bless me. It suddenly occurred to me that today is October 6th again. In the second year after the earthquake, also because of this day, I remembered him sadly and heartlessly, and this day was actually his birthday. Today, three years later, I am about to forget this day, which is similar to the ordinary and plain days. There are always some people who remind me inadvertently, sending me the reasons that let me recall and miss and heartache forever. Indeed, this was his foresight and his shrewdness. With this day to tie a heart, he would think of any changes in his whole life, and would be dejected and filled with missing and sadness. Once, sweet and bitter, joys and sorrows. We in the Together day, not long nor short, for 5 years, young, smoke of war, long and hard. I don’t miss the days I spent together, but now I can understand it when I think of it. Because I am young, I don’t tolerate each other and don’t give in to each other. The days of separation moved me and made me miss it for a long time. After experiencing the separate hurricane waves, his heart went to peace. His vigorous and sharp heart was tolerant and understood calmly, which moved me deeply. Separation, distance, reason and beauty. From then on, his eyes, which were young, healthy and beautiful, were shining like a mirror behind me. It seemed that he never traveled far away. No matter he met him in the noisy street or the quiet office, he would call Little Li Mei in surprise, and he would give praise and appreciation from the bottom of his heart. Women’s vanity is satisfied, and they also develop dependence. What a hope, there is always a pair of eyes paying attention to and appreciating themselves in the vast crowd of people. When he left, these eyes disappeared. We meet each other in life, and we separate longer than we live together. Being together is like an enemy, while being apart is like a sister and a brother. Maybe this is fate and a destined destination. After separation, I walked my way, but he always lingered nearby, observing whether there were cliffs and ridges under my feet and whether there were bibs. When I encountered difficulties and dangers, he will do everything possible to get through the phone to inquire and care. I remembered that once he assisted in arresting a female suspect. He knew that I was not skilled and inexperienced. Since he escorted a criminal to get on the bus, he kept calling until he was the first one to get through his phone after finishing his work, at that time, there was a surge of warmth in my heart, which really touched me. After separation, we have never been involved in emotions and kept a distance, but we have deep and deeply concerned feelings like family ties. After separation, I was very proud and self-respecting in front of him. I often gave him sour stimulation, sarcasm and blow. However, he was so generous that I felt ashamed and said these words without confidence. It was he who insisted on giving me, my daughter and my mother family affection and care. I just accepted and relied on this family affection. I am very grateful for his giving, and I always remember it in my heart. I hope he can feel it. Today’s day reminds me a lot of him, who has been together for more than ten years in his life. That touching, that missing will last forever in my heart.

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