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Stand up straight teaching

When I wrote down this topic, somehow, I suddenly thought of a person. His name is Lu Yongkang, who is 58 years old now, and he teaches in yangfu ethnic school, Sandu Shui autonomous county, Qiannan Buyi and Miao autonomous prefecture, Guizhou province. 9 months after he was born, his muscles below his legs and knees shrank due to poliomyelitis. At the age when others began to learn to go, he could only learn to kneel to life. At the age of 20, Lu Yongkang became a private teacher in the deep mountain. According to the common people’s thought, it was impossible for him, a disabled person, to walk on the sacred platform of three feet. However, teacher Lu did it. He not only did it, but also persisted in the Spring and Autumn period for more than 30 years. Think about it. It was a man kneeling on the platform who taught and taught in the classroom day after day. That year after year, he went to the village and village to make home visits on the mountain road, he is a man kneeling on the shoe boat. What kind of life is this! What kind of belief is it to support such a life! —- No wonder someone says him like this: this is a man working on his knees, but a man who makes our standers admire him! Teacher Lu established an image of standing in front of us forever with his persistence of kneeling and teaching for more than 30 years. The spirit of being physically disabled and determined, courage to face difficulties and persistence of never giving up reflected in him are the examples for all educators to learn. Compared with teacher Lu, some of our current educators are much better than teacher Lu in physical condition, and the working and living environment is many times better than teacher Lu. However, some people also stood on the platform of three feet to teach books, but they didn’t stand up. They got paralysis or osteopathy in aspects of personal spirit, quality, ability and behavior, etc, he couldn’t stand out from his spirit, and was always sick and soft. This is really a very regrettable thing! There are many examples like this. There were before, but now you lie, I will not list them one by one. I just want to say that as a qualified teacher, as a cultural inheritor who undertakes the important task of preaching, teaching and dispelling doubts, he should have some unique spirits, qualities, abilities and behaviors. Only in this way can we stand up on the platform. Only in this way can the children support a blue sky of spirit and build a palace of knowledge. Many people engaged in education all understand such a simple truth. Teachers represent profession; Education represents career. Although there is only one word difference between occupation and career, but because people pursue different things, they can reflect different colors of life and different levels of realm. Things are always like this. The simpler the truth is, the less simple it is to put it into practice. Here, of course, in addition to the reasons of personal ambition pursuit, there are other social and utilitarian factors at work, which makes my original intention of engaging in education no longer clear, it stained the pure teacher’s ideal with secular dust. People are social people, and there is nothing wrong with such and such changes. However, to admit the fact that it is difficult for people to change the world, we can’t admit that we can’t grasp ourselves at the same time. Sartre, the master of existentialism, has two famous sayings. One is that people have the right to choose freely, and the other is that people are responsible for the choices they make. (The meaning is roughly so, the original sentence may not be expressed in this way) these two sentences are very worthy of our educators to understand carefully. No matter why I chose the profession of teacher at that time, it has become a thing of the past. You should ask yourself how to insist, practice and work hard in order to make yourself a real teacher after making the choice of being a teacher. For such a big problem, we really need to think seriously, carefully and often. There is no harm in thinking too much. It will not waste our time. Thinking more is only good. It will keep us clear-headed all the time and constantly correct the course in the Ocean of Life desire; It will make us strengthen our mind of engaging in education more, it will turn into a strong driving force for perseverance and persistence; It will enable us to pursue, strive for perfection and make positive achievements in our education career. Teacher Lu, who has been kneeling and teaching in pibiao mountain village for many years, has set up a monument of persistence for us, which is admirable and admirable. On this basis, we need to reflect frequently. Ask yourself more: as a teacher, what makes you a teacher? Can everything in yourself bear the weight of the word teacher? Some people may say that I got the teacher qualification certificate, which is the proof of my ability as a teacher. Others would say that I majored in normal education, and naturally I got the identity of a teacher after graduation. However, if we think about it again, can you prove that you are a qualified teacher if you have obtained the teacher qualification certificate and graduated from a normal university? Does it necessarily mean that you can take on the important task of preaching, teaching and dispelling doubts? — Hehe, this kind of inference seems to be not rigorous logically. I remember that I studied in a normal university more than ten years ago, and there was a banner hanging on the campus that I learned to be a teacher and was just a fan. The motto of Normal University is to be realistic, creative, and to be a teacher. In those years, every time I passed by under the banner and in front of the school motto monument, a lofty feeling would rise from the bottom of my heart, and at the same time I constantly deepened my understanding of the teacher’s character. Teachers never exist in isolation. As the inheritor of ideological and moral culture, teachers and students are a pair of relative concepts. Han Yu said that ancient scholars must have teachers. I want to say that as a teacher, there must be students. “The Analects of Confucius” said better, three people, there must be my teacher. Han Yu also think: Before I was born, I heard the truth, and I learned it first. After I was born, I heard the truth, and I learned it first. My teacher said that Fu Yong knew that he was born successively in Wuhu? That’s why it’s not expensive, not cheap, not long, not less, but saved by the Tao and the teacher. It means that no matter the social status is high or low, no matter the age is long or young, who has mastered the Tao is the teacher. It can be seen that the word “teacher” is of great importance. Teachers and students are interdependent. Teachers are responsible for the growth and progress of life and for the passing on of the fire of human civilization from generation to generation. As a teacher, first of all, one should be upright and knowledgeable, and set an example for students. At the same time, teachers should insist on seeking truth from facts whether they are human beings or teaching. The word “seeking truth from facts” is not simple. The famous Yuelu Academy in Hunan uses it as a plaque to train students. When Mao Zedong studied in Hunan Normal College in those years, he often went to Yuelu Academy, and got the essence of “seeking truth from facts. Later, combining with the reality of Chinese revolution, he made a more incisive analysis on the four words of seeking truth from facts, and finally guided the Chinese revolution to victory. As a teacher, another point is also very important, which is to have creative spirit and thinking, dare to doubt and break dogma. The above is not only the academic attitude, but also the quality of teachers. If we thoroughly understand these principles, truly digest them, and internalize them into our own, then not only for our own teaching work, but also for our own life, it will also benefit a lot. Nowadays, many teachers take teaching as a career to make a living. As I said before, this book is understandable. But some people are just unhappy, so they have to ask in reply, how about teaching as a career to make a living? Teachers are also human beings. People living in the world do not have to be lofty all their lives. Besides, lofty people can’t be used as food or support their families. It seems that there is nothing wrong with this. But when I think about it, there is still something wrong inside. First of all, lofty and lofty are two different concepts, and education is lofty. Lofty is not lofty. Lofty is a kind of attitude that people show to things. From the perspective of part of speech, it has a derogatory meaning. Loftiness is the value of career itself to human beings. Human beings multiply from generation to generation. The inheritance of civilization cannot leave education. The loftiness of part of speech is commendatory. How can you compare lofty with lofty? It’s all right if you take teachers as your profession, Why do you still need to put some dust on the face of lofty education? On the other hand, since it is a profession, many people have no spirit of devoting themselves to teaching and studying. They think that the job as a teacher is relatively stable now, the salary is not low, and there is also a certain social status. Let’s talk about it for a few years. When there is a better opportunity than the teacher profession, then change jobs. This is the so-called job-hopping which is very popular nowadays. The word “job-hopping” is very vivid. What is the slot? The explanation of modern Chinese standard dictionary is: a kind of rectangular container with frames in the middle, which can be used for grand fodder, water storage, wine making and so on. For example, horse trough, sink, wine trough. What are you doing in the slot? In order to eat better food. Ha ha, this fully reflects that food is human nature. — There seems to be nothing wrong with this. However, many people forget the professional spirit of teachers in the process of jumping around or in the preparation of not jumping. It reduces the requirements of teachers’ identity on themselves and their requirements on teaching work. I am not in good shape, and my study is not high, let alone my professional progress and innovation. How can this be a teacher? It is simply a mistake for children. There is also about Examination. Under the examination-oriented education system, although it is said to reform every year, examination, as a magic weapon for teachers, has never been effectively improved. Some teachers don’t study how to improve the teaching, but they devote all day long to how to grasp students’ exams. In those years, Mao Zedong said that in the present exam, we used the method of dealing with the enemy to make sudden attacks, causing some strange questions and partial questions to punish the students. This is a method of taking the eight-part essay. I don’t agree with it, but it needs to be completely changed. I advocate that the topic should be open and students should study and read books. For example, if you give 20 questions, students can answer 10 questions well. Some of them are very good and have original ideas, and they can score one hundred points. If you answer 20 questions, they are also right, but those who were plain and uncreative would be given 50 to 60 points. I can whisper to each other in the exam, but I don’t understand it. I asked others to understand it. If you understand it, you will get something. Why do you have to memorize it? They did it, and I copied it again. Can try point. This is indeed a good way for students to acquire new knowledge and master new methods. Now the phenomenon of taking the eight-part essay still exists, which is worthy of our deep thinking. Of course, this is already another topic. I mean, as a teacher, we should pay more attention to teaching research and thoroughly study the rules of teaching, learning and examination, everything should take the healthy growth and progress of students as the starting point and foothold, because they are the future of mankind. We should break through the inappropriate concept, change the practice of restricting the healthy development of teaching and the healthy progress of students, and make our teaching work more effective. If you stand up to teach, you need to persist, learn and nurture, and even more need the spirit of dedication to education. It can be said that to establish this spirit of dedication is that teachers can always stick to it no matter in good times or adversity, and keep the attitude of assiduously studying and the courage of innovation and reform, constantly enrich and improve the noble nutrition in self-education. Mr. Ji Xianlin said in the article “The meaning and value of life” that if life is really meaningful and valuable, its meaning and value lies in the sense of responsibility of connecting the preceding and the following to human development. In order to find the responsibility on their shoulders and establish such a sense of responsibility, teachers must first put themselves in the broad background of the inheritance of human culture, recognize the position of teachers and grasp the connotation of teachers, and strengthen the belief of devoting to education, guide my teaching work and make my teaching career full of meaning and value. If we lack such profound understanding and observation and engage in teaching in a muddled way, it will not only not improve our own personality level, but also bring negative effects to children. In some places now, some teachers are not still inculcating students with all kinds of inferior products, but only those who are high-educated and rich do not need to buy fertile land. There are thousands of millet in the book; There is no need to set up high beams in the House; don’t hate the unscrupulous media when getting married. The book has its own Yan Ruyu; Don’t hate that no one follows you when you go out. There are so many carriages and horses in the book; Do men want to live in peace, and do they read the stale ideas? The question of why to read books is to be a little bit small in order to make oneself have qualities and improve the quality of life, while to be a middle point is to read books for the country, such as Zhou Enlai proposed in those years for the rise of China, to be bigger is for the overall development and progress of human beings. If we analyze it carefully, individuals, countries and human beings as a whole are actually closely related and closely related. Without the development and progress of individuals, there will be no development and progress of the country and the whole human beings. Conversely, without the development and progress of the whole human beings and the country, the development and progress of individuals will also be unreliable. If a teacher doesn’t have such an understanding, how can he hope to educate students with healthy thoughts, free spirits and strong physique? I can’t see hope. Of course, this kind of work can not be done overnight. It requires our teachers to devote their intelligence and wisdom to it, and to dedicate their life years to it, from generation to generation, and never to end. My fellow villager, Mr. Tao Xingzhi, a famous great educator, once wrote a poem named self-encouragement and encouragement, Life is endowed by each other. Come for a big thing, do a big thing. He put forward that the main purpose of education is to teach thousands of people to seek truth and learn thousands of people to be real people. He said that teachers should be promoted to be an inventor instead of a bookmaker. He used his own teaching practice and exploration to vividly interpret the motto holding a heart without half a grass. Up to now, these wise sayings still have extremely precious ideological and practical values.

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I came back with three Buddhist books. I said I burnt it for you, and you fought with me, saying it was your life. My sister said she would send you to the hospital. I was afraid that you would suffer, so I insisted on taking care of you and treating you by myself. Mom, actually I’m really tired. Over the years, no one can understand me. I am used to pretending to be strong and facing everything alone …. I don’t know what I really want. 5 years ago, if not the second time you fall ill ,, NOW, I’m 32, has not considered marriage. I ‘ve always wanted to arrange you and dad well and take good care of them. I can also live happily like other girls, but I have never found the source of happiness. For me, only pain and tears accompany me all the time. Carry the pain by myself, wipe the tears by myself ,, mom, I have experienced too much for you, and my heart is really tired. It’s time to calm down and face tomorrow, however, I can’t find the dawn before dawn. But when I came back, I felt that everything was so strange. Who understood my helplessness and loneliness? I am so lonely that I only feel distressed every day. So I pretended to be strong. Survival? It is to make yourself difficult to get up, and continue to fight your broken heart. Ten years ago, for you, I left home to survive in a strange world. Ten years later, for you again, I came here to survive. Mom, I am really tired. My sister is 8 years older than me, but she is so young, like 2 years older than me. You know I’m tired and worried, but why do you always disobey me? Sometimes I wonder how much I will continue to bear is the end. The grievance behind me has never been told to anyone, I just bear everything silently by myself. When tears flow down the bed in the middle of the night, they will taste sadness slowly and tell themselves again that many things are not as simple as I imagined. Many people think that I am a strong child who seldom loses temper and is easygoing. However, I know how fragile I am behind being strong. Over the past ten years, many times, no matter what happens, I have been used to bearing it silently by myself. When I called you to tell you that I was good, I was actually not good at all, full of grievances and sadness. However, I never told you, because I was afraid of your worry. I work hard to earn money to support you. Do you know that I am never willing to eat and wear outside? From young to old, you didn’t become a mother seriously, and you didn’t bear the burden of life. Do you think money is peaches picked by your hands? When I was ten years old, my biological father left. From then on, I swore that I would grow up quickly and earn money to support you. To make you happy. I did it, but Mom, this city in my heart, Is so decadent, lengnuanzizhi. I am eager to care, care and rely on. Silent crying in the middle of the night is already a part of my life. Every night, I think about the past, the future, my biological father, my mother, my childhood partners and my helplessness. That’s it, sleep slowly, no one calls me to wake up from my dream, no one leads me out of the valley. I had to tie my wings and cover my eyes, lost in the vast sea of people and walked through lonely journeys. Don’t want to stop, don’t want to turn back, just like this in the wind and rain, in the fog, standing alone as a statue, but don’t know who to pour out. Maybe because of too much desolation, dreams at night always become panic. However, maybe this is life and will continue tomorrow. Mom, I just want to see your health and happiness. No matter how hard I pay, as long as you can understand and obey, I will feel gratified. Mom, I really want to see the result of my efforts. I remember who said it; When sadness became a TV play on a regular basis every day, who could wipe the wet eyes with a tissue? When loneliness turns into an alarm clock at midnight, the timing is ringing, who can give a hug to make my heart feel warm? When helplessness turns into a song echoing in my ears, who can give me some comfort to make emptiness become outgoing as well? When a person is tired and turns into a pool of soft mud falling on the ground, who gives a shoulder to make tiredness continue to be tenacious? How many parting stations have you passed? The road is very strange in a blink of an eye! Not what is left!

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Sidelights of Shanghai collection of Chinese calligraphers and painters Forum

On July 12th, it was also a sunny summer day. Lin shaochan, the stationmaster of Shanghai reporter station of Chinese calligraphers and painters Forum, organized this “Shanghai elegant collection of Chinese calligraphers and painters Forum”, and everyone could enjoy their eyes and ears. On that day, Lin Shao’s Zen spirit was vigorous and vigorous, shuttling back and forth among the guests, taking care of them thoughtfully and graceful. It fully demonstrated the charm of the shrewd and skillful Lin’s children. The resolute and quick handling speed of the master Lin was really surprising and had to be admired. This kind of day belongs to Zhou Pu town, Shanghai, the forum of Chinese calligraphers and painters, and also belongs to the fellows who are well versed in calligraphy and painting. Everyone like reunion of old friends, laughing. Facing this scene, my heart gradually gave birth to a kind of peace. Although I was in a foreign land, I also gave birth to this place of peace, which was the sigh of my hometown! Zhou Pu town, which has a history of hundreds of years, is located in Pudong New Area of Shanghai surrounded by green, and is known as Little Shanghai. Zhoupu town has a superior geographical position and convenient water and land transportation, which is the center of the shipping river network. It connects all parts of Qintang inside and Huangpu River outside. Cultural education has always been more developed than other areas in the county. Chu Yong, a famous poet in Song Dynasty, once lived here and died of old age. Feng Wanqing, a famous female poet in Pudong in Qing Dynasty, was also from here. It can be seen that Tongpu’s culture is also remarkable. In the painting and calligraphy exhibition hall on the second floor of the cultural activity center of Zhoupu town, Shanghai, Ma Ming’s Chinese painting scroll was lying there quietly, and the natural and fresh wind of the picture blew on his face, releasing the faint fragrance. The lines are smooth and refined. Watching this long scroll is like listening to the song “Mountains and Rivers” of the guzheng, as if the music is flowing in the silent space and everything is indifferent. Only the notes like the guzheng are beating the ancient memory. Memory is always the precipitation of some fragments of life, which turns into a picture, a sound, or a faint scent in the years. Ma Ming’s new Chinese painting is just like an old jar of wine which makes people drink more and more delicious. Let people have to stop and taste it. The impromptu performances of calligraphies and paintings on the scene of the pen fair won the cheers of the people present. People were overwhelmed by the dragon and snake swimming of the calligraphies and paintings Masters, just like tasting a fine feast, Meilun Meihuan. Everyone rushed to invite their favorite calligraphers and painters to inscribed ink treasures for themselves. The atmosphere of the pen meeting was pushed to a climax amid cheers. In the following days, everyone visited zhaogalou in Minhang ancient town happily, including the small building of pink and black, small bridges and flowing water, pavilions and pavilions with uneven layers in zhaogalou ancient town, and climbed up the stairs from the Riverside, there are you watching the scenery on the bridge, and people watching the scenery are watching you on the bridge. Such a scene is drawing the hearts of calligraphers and painters. The scenery in Jiangnan has always been familiar with, and Jiangnan remembers, I can recall the same beautiful Yangshan Deep-water harbor in zhaogalou, the ancient town of Minhang. The islands and reefs are embedded in the sea surface. Huge ships shuttle through it. The water and the sky are the same, the blue sky, the green sea water, the yellow, the visual beauty generated by moving to change scenery makes people personable. If you think of such a beautiful scenery, how can you miss it and hug each other to choose scenery and take photos one after another. Let these big northern fellows make a lot of praises, especially the cat waist Cave of the painter Shang Fengchen from Jilin, who was naked on the high platform and performed happily, which attracted everyone’s happy cheers from time to time, some bold calligraphers and painters were also stupid to try, and they also wanted to be actors once and live a trick addiction. This trip to Shanghai will leave an unforgettable Shanghai complex.

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On Sunday in early April, I was forced to tidy up my bookcase for the relocation of my parents. My sister bought a new house and agreed to live with her parents, but my mother said that she was not willing to lose some things and wanted to put them in my house. In order to make more space for my mother, I had to choose a furniture which was not commonly used among many garbage. As a result, I chose my dilapidated bookcase. Standing in the room for a long time, with soft music, looking at the dusty bookcase with a little East-West slanting, I felt a little emotional in my heart. There are many books that I like, but also many new books that I have never read. Among them, martial arts novels are the most, including Jin Yong’s full set, Gu Long’s famous works and Liang Yusheng’s novels. Besides martial arts novels, there are also many Selected Essays and inspirational books. And the reason why I can go to today is that it has a deep relationship with these books. When I opened the bookcase, a gust of mildew from old books rushed into my nose and found that I hadn’t sorted out books for a long time. Every year during the Spring Festival cleaning, I just look at the bookcase in a daze, but seldom really discard some unnecessary books. I didn’t expect that I was forced to wipe out books that I didn’t want or give up. Seeing those old books, though accompanying me through the years of life and giving me a lot of entertainment or life enlightenment, I still left them in a corner and felt ashamed. Those Lonely deep nights, those helpless feelings and those confused psychology once found some comfort in these books. Nowadays, I really feel a little reluctant to give them up one by one. However, I also feel that a heart without cleaning is like a bookcase left aside, which will only accumulate dust and become moldy. As long as I don’t take good care of it for a day and let sadness lie in a corner of my heart, I can’t accommodate new people and things into my life. Reluctantly, I had to clean up my mood and move books out of the bookcase. When I wanted to draw out a folder, I accidentally removed a pile of old stationery. With a Bang, some dust was raised, but the dusty past was also aroused from that moment. The soft rubber ring of the tree was like a fragile heart, which was broken after being pulled gently. Therefore, the letter paper was scattered all over the floor, and the once glorious years also filled the whole room. I picked up the messy stationery carefully, as if picking up my past. Then, I looked through the yellowed pages one by one. Every word, every sentence, just like yesterday’s heart words, set off the ripples in my heart. It seems that I can hear the laughter of the past and see the tears moved by the past. The nostalgic Golden Song, the dilapidated bookcase, the yellowed letter paper, and the old past, I seemed to be in the story of time, which opened the prelude. I stopped my sight on a pile of letters from Malaysia, thinking of the group of netizens more than ten years ago. In fact, online friendship is not strange to me. More than ten years ago, I had been strolling on the Internet, met some Malaysian netizens, and also tasted the value of the true feelings of the Internet. I still remember that I was once invited to take a vacation with them. Therefore, a man, carrying a backpack, took a train and stepped on an unknown Road to meet a group of netizens he had never met before, regardless of whether he would encounter a fraud group or not, nor whether he would be fooled by others, go forward regardless of everything. Fortunately, that trip left an eternal memory in my heart. I can’t remember what made me lose contact with Lilan, a Taiwanese Internet girl who studied in Australia. It turned out that she also wrote so many letters to me. Reading her letter again unexpectedly made me feel the stabbing pain in my heart. She is so pitiful, so helpless, but so willful. We didn’t know each other long before we knew each other. I still remember that I often enlighten her online to relieve her boredom. However, she was alone overseas without relatives or friends, and always seemed so lonely. Seeing her beautiful Chinese characters again, a burst of warmth filled her heart. Unfortunately, we are still deeply attached. Although we have heard each other’s voices and seen each other’s photos, we have never met each other. When I read that she called my brother in the letter, tears squeezed into my eyes like this, which reminded me of the Northern sisters I met today on the Internet. In addition to the letters from netizens, there were also letters between friends and mutual care between brothers and sisters, which were presented to me again one by one. It turns out that I have never changed. Only when I treat every friend and sister with a sincere heart can I get these letters which make me cry. Looking through the letter that Youlian sent from England more than ten years ago with smiles in his eyes, he remembered that she and she were also friends at that time. When she left Singapore for Britain to develop, several of our colleagues and friends were reluctant to send her a plane. Later, I was the only one who wrote to her attentively to keep in touch with her. Among my friends, I am a silent one, but I am always a key figure. Without me, without this group. When everyone gradually leaves the company, develops independently and works hard for life, I am the contact center of everyone. When Youlian replied to my letter, he would ask me to greet other friends on behalf of her. I also often took her letter with me and made an appointment for the whole group to read out her thoughts and blessings in front of everyone. Facing a letter written for me and reading those sincere words, I seemed to walk into the tunnel of time and suddenly saw my happiness when I was young. However, good times are always the truth of life, and all the beauty will fade with the passage of time. I have forgotten why I lost contact with these friends, what’s more, I have forgotten who ignored who, who gave up who, or time cut off each other’s emotions. All of a sudden, we all became strangers. Perhaps, this is life? Whenever we arrive at a post station, there will always be someone getting off and someone getting on. Being able to wave goodbye is sometimes a luxury, because most of my friends gradually retire when the years are quietly gone. However, people who can stay in their mind often play a very important role in their own life, either giving me happiness, making me love, or holding my head painful, or once went hand in hand. No matter who you are, you have left a slight footprint in your diary. Turning over, turning over, too many past, too much touching, wet my eyes. Every friend who left a few words for me now has no idea where to go. This reminds me that everyone has his own journey to pursue, and no one will stay for anyone, including myself, in the life of time passing, gradually forget the people who once entered my life. I really feel a lot when I think of giving up all friendship and life for my family in the past ten years. But when I thought I would gain friendship again, God made fun of me. Then I sent my sisters from the north to my side. Last week, an email was sent to Meier, but no reply was received. I thought she was busy, so I sent a mobile phone message to greet her, but it also sank into the sea. After two days, there was still no news, and I was really anxious. All of a sudden, a burst of fear came to my heart, which seemed to feel the repetition of history and fear that Meier would walk out of my life. In those two days, I remembered the experience of these two years, the truth that there is really no possibility to keep in touch with each other forever, and I realized that life really didn’t last long. Maybe eternity only exists in my heart, maybe eternity can only be found in my heart after several years, when I accidentally knock over the memory bottle. I once wandered at the crossroads, waiting for a pair of hands of people who understood me, leading me away, taking me out of the darkness and out of the maze. It was not easy to meet Meier and many sisters, but I was often afraid of another mirage, which made me happy and empty. When I received Mei Er’s message again, I cried with joy, but it also made me suddenly want to leave the best moment to all my sisters and friends and my own voice to them, let them feel the real me on the virtual network. Therefore, I recorded my voice and sent it to each sister and friend one by one. Since Meier’s brief disappearance and those old stationery, I have thought a lot and realized that everything in life is unreal. Therefore, before I lose all my friends, I will tell them that I love them and I love them. I don’t want myself to be like my novel. I don’t have time to say love. From then on, I will be separated from everyone, even yin and yang. It is not expected to leave the voice to every sister. When I decided to leave the voice to them, I never thought that they would do the same. However, Sister Tao surprised me. When I heard Sister Tao’s voice, I cried. I haven’t heard such a caring and gentle voice for a long time. For a long time, I give my heart, and the only thing I hope to get is a sincere heart. I agree with my true feelings, accept my friendship, and treat me as a friend. At this moment, when I think of the old condolence and those old letters, I know that several years later, these sisters may also set foot on their own journey like old friends in the past, gradually disappeared from my life. However, I have left my sincerity and blessings for them. On every night when the moon is full and the moon is short, when they look at the moon, they may accidentally think of the bright moon far away in Singapore, I will shine for them forever and put on the soft moonlight for them 2012.04.19 praise (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) to continue to stay with this city in another way

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Outside the room, the rain was rustling, and the room was empty. I was tired and hid in the bed, feeling the familiar warmth quietly, so quiet. The rain is rolling, and the dream is so sweet. I haven’t felt so quiet for a long time, maybe it’s just that my heart has been noisy for a long time, and I missed the silent rainy days one after another. The small raindrops falling from the window eaves and the cheerful trickle outside were already waiting quietly, but I had never noticed them. Thank you for having such a quiet rainy day. Every time I encounter such a scene, a picture will always appear in my mind: it is also such a rainy day, and my free mother is holding a small blue umbrella, jumping over a hollow water, carrying me to aunt’s house to play. After I arrived, I put down the noisy me and went to the inner room to chat with some three aunts. And I have my own interest: running to the eaves in front of Aunt’s old house, stretching out my little palm to grasp the rain curtains, looking for those clean small spotstones washed by rainwater in the small puddles, then throwing them into another puddle and hitting them with falling raindrops, along with the happy laughter of their mothers in the house, it spread far away in the village in the rustling rain. It was so quiet and so warm, which was the best memory that rainy days gave me. But now, when did the mood roll and make noise? I don’t know, but I think growth must be an indispensable part, from curiosity about everything, a heart of adventure, and a vigorous and dry youth. When will we still be quiet when we are not in the inexplicable carnival, chaos, but inexplicable sad youth? But why are these, or just I think too much. However, I like quietness after all. Although I respond to this unconscious word game, I really want to explore, understand and feel the quietness this word gives me, the world gives me peace. The rain was still rustling, so quiet, I shrank my toes outside

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In late autumn, walking alone in the Garden Expo Garden, intoxicated by the picturesque scenery. Every season comes to this place with different features, just like a naughty child who constantly changes his role. At this time, the fallen leaves scattered all over the ground covered the earth, creaking on it. The wind blows the leaves and falls down. When walking in the woods, the scene of swordsmen fighting in martial arts movies will emerge in my mind. There will always be such an atmosphere of surging clouds and falling leaves in that grand scene. Sometimes I like to be alone. In the world that only belongs to oneself, the Small World is wandering back and forth freely humming a little song. Perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, they are alone and hung in shadow. At this time, I will show my white teeth and prove that I am really good and happy with the most sweet smile. I really don’t feel lonely at this time. I think this feeling of freedom is very good. When I am alone, I can do whatever I like according to my own way and wishes, go wherever you want, unfettered, unfettered. On weekends, take the shuttle bus to the city to attend classes. With a slight morning light, I looked at the long train track in the distance with a smile. I knew that was the direction leading to home. I still remember that my father accompanied me when I first came to this city to study. I clearly remembered that he sent me to school and everything was settled down. He kept nagging when he left. Now, this route has been going back and forth alone for more than a dozen times, and I am also fully familiar with the scenery passing by this route of home. I thought in my heart that I would return to my warm home in two months, so I kept laughing at the direction of my home. There are two little bears in the window of a store outside Furong Street, one of which is exactly the same as my bear. That little bear was a birthday present she gave me, and she kept calling me sister Ting. We have grown up and are changing. However, we are all lucky that our friendship has never changed. I remember one time when she told me that I was the only one who was always there when she found herself sad, I couldn’t help crying. In the Imperial Pavilion Gymnasium, we like the atmosphere of thousands of people sitting together. At least we get together all over the country because of the same thing. I really don’t want to guess what the ending will be one year later. I always feel that on the way to make soy sauce for postgraduate entrance examination and on the way to act as cannon fodder, I will also see many beautiful scenery, and I will enjoy it. At night, I looked at the night scene of the neon flashing spring city through the car window, quietly watching the traffic and people coming and going. Every place carries the memory like a slide. No matter how many times I come here, the sense of direction in my mind is still stubbornly unable to turn in the right direction. Fortunately, I remember my name and the way home. The cold wind blows down leaves without mercy, blows out hair, blows away beautiful fragrance, but I am high-spirited, letting the wind kill my ears. I always feel the warmth of life from the bottom of my heart. We have no right to ask anyone how good they are to ourselves. We should thank so many people around us for their care, companionship or all kinds of visible and invisible warmth. In fact, life is such simple, happy and small happiness. I will continue slowly with this heavy sense of satisfaction.

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