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Memory won’t go away

[Introduction] every time I recall a paragraph, my heart trembles and gets excited. Just like discovering spark in the vast wasteland. It is also like picking up the baby in the sparkling light. Listening to the long notes, there are years flowing slowly in my heart. After passing the downtown, I suddenly heard the flute and walked around Wanwan, floating from the other side of the street. Who indulged the trembling notes from the cracks of the crowd? Before I went across the street to find it, the flute came in a daze. It is also melodious. A fifteen-or sixteen-year-old boy, with a pocket on his shoulder and several bamboo flute inside, held his mouth and blew while walking. So young, the bamboo flute blows smoothly. Gentle, such as mountain brooks, trickling rushing, yixieqianli; Agitation, like flowing water, waterfalls san qian chi, suspected Galaxy nine days. I don’t remember who wants to listen to the old song. In a word, Cui Ma was busy sending food with a whip. It seemed that the light wind blew over the water and came through the waves; It seemed that the microwave was indulged in ripples and the turbulence spread. It stirred ripples in my heart. When I first heard this song, was it the same age as this child? No, it seems that I am still young? In the memory, the setting sun is falling slanting, and the light is broken. At that time, did the teenager who often sat on the fish pond and played flute have dreams? That’s the cowherd next door who mowed grass and carried a basket. Should he be old now? And I clearly remember that for a bamboo flute, in order to blow out smooth notes, the young boy was on the fishpond every evening, facing the deep night, dripping and blowing continuously. The flute was a bit like a scream tearing through the throat, falling down and smashing heavily, making the pond full of smoke. Forty years later, where is the small fish pond installed? Also bearing juvenile? Or, is it an old man over half a hundred years old? Who is listening to the flute now? Wang nianglang and I were fascinated by the bamboo flute, which was melodious with the glow of the sun. Like the sound of the sky, it shines like a blazing light, flowing into the heart thoroughly, like honey, sweet and clear pool of clear water. At that time, educated youth went to the countryside. Across our house, there is another production team across a stream. Deep ravines and raised mountain beams separate the seemingly close two places far away. One day, an educated youth came from the opposite production team, who came from the big city and blew a good flute. In summer, when dusk comes, the flute on the opposite side blows. The sound of the flute was melodious, coming with the setting sun and the glow. Waves of warmth warmed the atrium to a mess. Therefore, I am obsessed and listen. That was the sound of the screen. I always hope that the flute will never stop. One day, the flute stopped suddenly. Educated Youth went back to the big city. Heart, followed by empty. It was still the same deep night, and suddenly I felt a lot dark. It is still the same pond water. Why does it become turbid? Irritability, disturbed. Therefore, we went to the stream to cut down Fengzhu in the West and made our own bamboo flute. Saw bamboo knots, scrape Green, punch holes, dry with relish. The poor kids also dreamed of blowing the sound of nature. In the end, the bamboo knot didn’t turn into a bamboo flute in our hands, but only ended up with the residue of the pond and the loss of the belly. The cowherd was crazy. He stole two yuan from his family and bought one from the street. As a result, there was a bamboo flute, but the skin suffered a pain. After that, there were screams on the fishpond. Although the flute was not heard, it seemed to be covered with colorful rainbows in front of our eyes, and the sunshine was soft and colorful. The flute continues, so does my memory —— every time I recall a paragraph, my heart trembles and gets excited. Just like discovering spark in the vast wasteland. It is also like picking up the baby in the sparkling light. Listening to the long notes, there are years flowing slowly in my heart. Memory, just followed the flute to the front. The scenes that were originally thought to have been lost and gone, one scene after another, were displayed so clearly. It was the accumulation of time that buried the past deeply, thinking that they had forgotten it, but unexpectedly, when they encountered the impact, the gates would open, which was unexpectedly like tears bred by Mussels. Unexpectedly, they all became pearls, one by one, with glittering light. Touching the past, it was a piece of warmth. This memory, perhaps, is truly eternal and will not go away.

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Just because mysterious

[Introduction] the vast sea of people, the network of acquaintance, the keyboard hitting a string of smart characters, always let us have a longing, always stirring the fragile heart. Always want us to spy on everything inside.

Like mystery, there is always a kind of temptation, which makes people want to explore and follow constantly. It is because of that mystery, how much potential has been exploited, that is, how much mystery and how many illusions have been hazy, just because of that mystery, we have touched many sharp nerves, hazy, beautiful, and always make people ready to move. When I was young, I liked the rainbow and always thought it was magnificent and gorgeous hanging in the air. It was a miracle with infinite mystery. It came like a god. Every time I saw the rainbow, I ran crazily, crazy chasing, shouting, excited, watching it disappear bit by bit, a little disappointed, a little regretful, always looking forward to the next encounter, the child said, can’t use hands, pointing at the Rainbow, that way, fingers will rot, so we are excited and crazy, but never point. Later, I knew that rainbow was just a simple optical phenomenon. Losing the mystery, I lost the beautiful expectation in my heart. Even if I met, I just glanced at it. However, I have never used my fingers to touch the rainbow. Although I think it is absurd, it is because that is the memory left when I was young. The memory of childhood was always beautiful. At that time, children liked to look up at the sky, because they said there was Jesus in the sky, and they liked to see the changeable clouds. They thought it was God’s will, and they liked to get under the cucumber shelf, listening to the whispers of Cowherd and weaving maid, I like looking at the full moon, imagining the beautiful Chang ‘e, afraid of the night, because I am afraid of ghosts wandering in the night. Gradually I opened up and knew the laws of nature. Gradually I got used to it. Gradually I became numb and lost my passion for life. Even if someone said that there would be meteor shower tonight, I don’t want to see it any more. I always like to recall and look for the past heart in the memory. I always like to mention my childhood again. I was naive when I was young, I liked to laugh when I was young, and I was excited when I was young because, the mysterious veil was shrouded, because there were always countless reasons in my heart. It was because when I was young …… there was a stone forest in my hometown, which always attracted countless tourists, especially the foggy morning, standing on the top of the mountain, clouds and mist swirled around the mountain, as if there were dragons passing through it, which was extremely beautiful. Every time the fog dispersed, people also dispersed. I don’t know the true face of Mount Lu, but only because of the beautiful and magnificent scenes and magnificent magnificence in this mountain. When I look at it from a distance, it is vivid and vivid. When I walk into it, it is actually just some grotesque stones. Therefore, some things are only limited to watching from afar, just like the beautiful love, just like the flowers in the fog, the moon in the water, hazy, beautiful, expecting …… the more hazy, the more exciting, the more hazy it is, the more desirable it is. The beautiful woman who still held the lute and half covered her face came leisurely, just because of the half-covered face, how many men’s hearts were impulsive, and how many beautiful karma were fulfilled. Love, only because of mystery, uncertainty and confusion, is always mixed with beautiful imagination in people’s hearts, which makes people have infinite interest to explore, follow and know each other’s every move, if you want to know everything related to each other, you always want to pry into each other’s heart. Once you know each other, it involves life, one soup, one meal, one knock and one mix, there is no heart or passion. Some people compare love with onion, layer by layer, layer by layer of tears. They always want to find out the result, but finally they find that everything is just a process, just like some people, walking and walking, they dispersed. Sometimes, I have been thinking about it in my heart for many years. It’s not that I can’t put it down or miss it. In fact, it’s just for the sentence in my heart. Why did I leave without saying goodbye like that, I met again many years later, solved the mystery, and never cared about it again. In fact, there is no need to say goodbye to some love, nor do separated men and women meet each other again, let alone talk about their past. Everything remains in my heart and becomes a mystery that will never be solved. That is a scar, beautiful Scar, mysterious, aftertaste, Miss …… the vast sea of people, get to know the Internet, the keyboard hit a string of smart characters, always let us have a longing, it is always stirring the fragile atrium. Always want us to spy on everything inside. A friend told me that when playing online games, there was one whose name was gentle and lovely, and the equipment and clothes were more charming and enchanting. He once became an all-powerful figure and always attracted the attention of many people. But once I went to the forum, I found that the woman spoke with a rough accent and a poor appearance. She didn’t have the beautiful fantasy of the past, and even didn’t want to have any contact with her in the game. The Internet, because it is across the screen, always makes people full of infinite reverie, just like when I read some words and touching plots, I always guess the author’s appearance, life, every move, a mysterious traction always ripples in my heart. Therefore, I seldom chat with literary friends, and I just leave messages and greet each other in words. Once it comes to life, it is nothing more than eating, sleeping and writing, so don’t ask about life, always keep the mystery and touch in each other’s words. Mystery is because of mystery, which makes our life full of passion again. It is because of mystery, which makes us have infinite reverie and meet the Internet, keeping the beauty of dark fragrance floating, there will always be attractive fragrance in the world of words.

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Dog War

[Introduction] there is a tiny cloud on the horizon, and the setting sun is like blood. I raised the red rope in my hand, what a delicate red silk thread, which was decorated with three green jade-like ornaments. It can be seen that the owner still loved it when he carried it home. In the late autumn night, the chill hit people. While reading in the study, I vaguely heard a voice coming from the outside. I walked to the window and listened to it. The Voice continued from time to time, as if coming out from the woods outside the window. For a moment, I couldn’t figure out what the sound was, as if a strange bird was calling. Why are there still unreturned birds at such a late hour? Is it lost? Or is it hurt? Do you need help? Muttering in my heart, I took a flashlight and prepared to go out to see what happened. When I opened the door, a cold wind of late autumn blew on my face. I couldn’t help shivering. I quickly put down my sleeves and wrapped my skirt tightly. When I reached the stairs, the voice became clear, as if it was not far away. I took another two steps, which made it clearer. It was almost certain that it came from the basement. Through the dim light in the aisle, I followed the sound and saw a paper box at the corner of the wall. There was a black thing moving inside, and the sound came from there. I took a flashlight and saw it clearly. It turned out to be a black puppy with a round little head. Two big ears drooped softly and stuck on the head. The whole body was black and black, A red rope was tied around the neck, which looked like a little bear. It seemed that it was two or three months old at most, and it was extremely cute. The little guy was lying in a shoe box, with a sweater under his body, shouting with Condolence. His voice was very weak. Seeing someone coming, he wandered and wanted to stand up, but fell into the box again. It looked very weak, but a pair of black eyes were still shining, looking at me pitifully for help, truly adorable. Whose dog is this? How to put it here? It is so cold at such a small night that it is not afraid of freezing. I squatted down to see what happened. An unpleasant smell came to my nose, and then I saw clearly that there was a little mucus sticking to the little boy’s mouth, and the fur on his back was also smeared one by one, there is a small amount of excrement on the sweater, which makes me look dirty. Are you sick. Thinking, he hurriedly picked up the box and went to the basement. My wife brought towels and toilet paper. At the sight of the puppy, he cried distressed: this little thing is so pitiful. How could it be made like this? It must be sick. They don’t want to throw it away. So while shouting obediently, regardless of the dirty smell, first use a wet towel and then scrub the dog with toilet paper. The dog was still yelling, exactly like moaning. My wife took milk powder and boiled water and rushed a few spoons to feed it to drink, but the dog’s upper and lower teeth were clenched tightly, but he didn’t open his mouth. His wife shouted: drink some baby, and you will be fine after drinking. But after encouraging for several times, the dog tilted its head to look at people and lowered its head again. I didn’t open my mouth at all, so I had to give up. After a while, the dog seemed to be weaker, lying in the box and not moving much. My wife is a little scared: will she die? Hurry to the hospital. Look at the watch, it is already over ten o’clock at night, where is the pet hospital open? 114, I checked the numbers of several pet hospitals and called them one by one to ask. Finally, one of them was still at work. I was a little overjoyed: I only knew that the hospital had emergency treatment, I really don’t know that there is still a 24-hour pet hospital. I drove there hurriedly and found it after searching for a long time. It was a large-scale veterinary station near the old Yellow River. My hanging heart seemed to be half relieved and I felt much more steadfast. As soon as I entered the veterinary station, two young men with yellow hair were drizzling with cigarettes in their mouths in a row of benches near the window. The doctor on duty walked out from the glass door and looked at the dog in the box I was holding. He said with disdain: put it on the table. Then I quickly grabbed the dog and pressed it on the table. My heart couldn’t help picking it up. I thought, this man is really, how can you treat a sick dog like this. Not much thought, he picked up the dog’s tail and inserted a thermometer into his anus. He said to me without looking back: five minutes, hold down and don’t move. Unfortunately, the result came out. This dog had a fever and got acute gastrointestinal gastritis. This kind of disease is the most common among cats and dogs from six months to one year old. They spit up and down, but it is not very helpful if they get it, I will give a shot of serum, and then I will give a shot of anti-inflammatory spirit for a while. I will see it tomorrow, and you will come again if you can survive. The doctor’s words made me feel a little desperate. At the same time, I understood the reason why the dog was abandoned in the basement and couldn’t help cursing the unscrupulous dog owner in my heart. After the injection, I didn’t know whether it was because of shock or weakness, or the effect of medicine, the dog calmed down and didn’t make any noise. Hurriedly drove back home. It was already past midnight when I was busy. Afraid that the dog had an accident at night, my wife found a bigger cardboard box and found an old bath towel to put it in the box. She filled hot water with a small warm water bag and put it under the towel to warm it, then cover it with a towel and settle the dog in the study. After placing the puppy, I was exhausted and thought about some things to do tomorrow, so I went to bed quickly. At night, I was in a daze as if I heard the little dog barking for several times, and then there was no sound. I prayed secretly in my heart: I wish the little boy nothing can happen! Safe! Maybe it was because of tossing for the whole night that I slept so heavily. When I woke up, it was already bright. Why didn’t the dog move? There was an ominous premonition in my heart, and I hurried to the study. I saw the dog open his eyes and his sharp white teeth half open. His body was cold and he had no breath. I felt helpless, pitiful and angry in my heart. I couldn’t tell what it was like for a while, so I couldn’t help sighing. His wife’s eyes were also filled with pity: if the dog went to see a doctor earlier, he would not die. No one was too wicked to raise it. Throughout the whole day, my mood was disturbed by this matter, and I deeply lamented the unfortunate death of such a young life. Among all the animals domesticated by human beings, I always believe that dogs are the smartest and most comprehensive, even better than some human beings. Although people’s description of dogs has no lack of derogatory meaning since ancient times, but the loyalty of dogs is the same word, and no one doubts it. Think about the considerate little guy who welcomes the door and jumps happily around his knees, shakes his tail and holds his clothes, rubs his legs to beg for mercy every day. Isn’t it just a child who makes you love him? As the saying goes: Kitten and puppy, how can you have the heart to abandon and harm them? When I went home after work in the afternoon, I still thought about where to bury it in my heart. After all, every life in this world must live with honor even if it is small, death has the dignity of death. I think of the riverside garden outside the community, which has just been renovated recently and planted a lot of flowers, plants and trees. It should be more suitable for people to be inaccessible at ordinary times. The dog lay quietly in the box in the basement, as if a sleeping baby, waiting for the host’s call, but its owner never appeared. I found a cardboard box as the last place for the dog to live. When it was not late, I took a spade and drove to the river quickly. Looking at the surrounding environment, I chose a newly planted osmanthus tree and waved a spade. Anxious, angry, sad, I was sweating all over. Finally, a fairly satisfactory pit was dug and the paper box was placed. I carefully understood the red rope on the dog’s neck, then carefully wrapped the dog with bath towel and put it down gently, for fear of disturbing this poor little creature, I just murmured in my heart: what a beautiful dusk, sleep, baby, no one will disturb you from now on. In the afterglow of the sunset, under the afterglow of the Autumn Tiger, I held a special funeral for this poor dog. Horizon of tiny clouds, sunset as blood. I raised the red rope in my hand, what a delicate red silk thread, which was decorated with three green jade-like ornaments. It can be seen that the owner still loved it when he carried it home. I tried my best to break the thread and threw it into the river, saying in my heart: Dog, may your soul stay away from the bondage of human beings and go back to nature! Be a free elf. In fact, their nature is full of selfishness, narrowness, cruelty, capriciousness and insensitivity. For their own kind, they are doing things like cheating each other and killing each other every day. Look at those busy people who come and go every day without hesitation often add Sudan red and trimeric amine to the food, feed lean meat essence to pigs, dye steamed buns and take birth control pills to Huang Wan; add black cotton to the quilt, use inferior tires for cars; Even mix white wine with industrial alcohol, and pickle salted fish and bacon with divov. How can they have true feelings for you, the outliers? You are just dolls when their feelings are empty. What they have is just false feelings. When they like it, they serve it as a parent-child; When they are bored, they abandon it as a shoe. Go! Poor baby, if there is an afterlife, be a free bird in the sky, overlook the grassland and forests, fly freely and sing happily; be an unfettered beast in the mountains and forests, walk through the dense forests and hills, carefree and free for life; Be a fish and turtle in the rivers, lakes and seas, wandering freely all day long. As long as far from men, As long as you are separated from the captivity of human beings, don’t miss the leftovers of human beings, and change the quality of cat food and dog food; Don’t be reluctant to the dark, damp, dirty cat house. Go! Baby, be a free spirit in the nature. Don’t become a cat, a dog, a chicken and a docile lamb raised by human beings any more. All day long, you will raise your nose and cry on others. Like human beings, you are a child of nature and free. You shouldn’t have become a pet of human beings. Sleep well, baby! There is no need to worry about being disturbed by heartless people any more. Here, there are flowers, trees, green grass to shade you from the rain all the year round, birds and insects to sing for you. I will pass by here every day when I go to work, you will see that osmanthus tree and pray for you in your heart. You are not alone. Sleep, Baby!

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It’s like a blooming year, fortunately I have you

Looking at the drizzle outside the window, the fine raindrops dripped into my heart, wet the long-sleeping past, cold oath, who made it fade like a flower, who makes it bright and dazzling like lighting, making people covet, like getting close, like Xie Yukai, you are here, I am leaving, tears turn into everything that has passed away, who is resenting the past, who is not willing to give up the feelings, who has made promises, betrayed the oath, who has taken away the sympathy of others, and who is terrible melancholy and spitting. The time flies like brocade, and the decay impacts the low-lying of my heart. I am still like myself as always, recalling those prosperous and bright images, even though there are thousands of helplessness and unwillingness, but I can’t hide from this fate all the time. God has been telling me: such an ending, for you and him, is a disaster that can’t be avoided. You escape, destiny will follow, who can’t give up I heard my cry: I am reluctant, I still don’t want to give up, this is not the ending I want, this is the ending that everyone wants to see. This ending is the most perfect ending. I just heard that Tian told me like this. God, he advised me like this, what I told me was that I couldn’t escape for two months and eight days. You have been away from me for so long, and my outstretched hands haven’t been coated with your warmth. I received it, raindrop. A bunch of raindrops, which were shining raindrops. My eyes narrowed into a line of eye line. Only falling to the sea can the raindrop create his immortal legend, even at the risk of breaking down, however, I still chose to stick to it. What about life? Death is also a yearning. It was Shao who had tried hard and I didn’t have the sky to lift everything for me, the loss certainly makes my heart ache faintly. However, someone will take care of me again, love me, care about me, and will not say that I am unreasonable, will not scold I am fool, and will not bully my innocence, I won’t expose my lies, spread salt on my wounds, neither will they. They are my friends, the best friends of this life, the constant love of the next life, you will always stretch out your warm arms, hug me tightly in your heart, pat me on the shoulder, and tell me that I and you will always send me my favorite food for me, tell me, no matter how hard and tired you are, you should take good care of yourself. You will always help me review my lessons and teach me patiently. You will not spit on my stupidity or abandon me. You will also be angry for me, I secretly came up with this bad idea to vent my anger for me. I was sick, lonely, helpless, anxious. When I was desperate, you were like a pair of invisible wings, taking me across thousands of mountains and rivers, always holding my hand, encouraging I, tell me, if you want to love yourself most, I know that decadence cannot escape everything, and you cannot vent your deep sorrow, let alone retrieve all the ignorance. I know that far away, where I can’t reach, you will always be there. You will always bloom on the other side, and the wilderness on the ground is quietly waiting for the pace of my return, cheering on the other side, praying on the other side, miss me silently on the other side of the bank. Every Moon night is called and called. The bright moonlight is your expectation. You want me to be brave, strong, and regain the lost past, looking for my true self Jie, Qi, pig, Jin, you are always like this, never give up the rain, and there are a lot of bright colors in my life, leaving me dazzling gorgeous, the year of publicity, which is like flowing brocade, sings the constant friendship between us and praises our old world. I am far away here, through the misty moonlight, with my deep yearning, miss you and wish everything well

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On dream

[Introduction] there is a famous saying that we are all familiar with. It is said that people either die in silence or break out in silence. However, I neither broke out my spiritual atomic bomb nor left myself in the world. I chose a gentle way, I need confidence, not self-conceit, to face life with an attitude after thinking about changes. I remember that since I was sensible, the most common topic in the composition class of primary school was what to do when I grew up? In order to get the excellent one in the hands of the teacher, everyone racked their brains and did their own tricks. Naturally, a series of life goals such as scientists, painters, musicians and so on jumped out of the answer sheet. At that time, we actually didn’t know what they were? Only regard it as one hundred eight cards played by the Water Margin in his spare time, all of which are powerful figures. It is not wrong to regard them as the goal of life. The excellent in the teacher’s hands can’t be run away. If the excellent comes, naturally the pocket money of parents will come. I remember when I was in the fifth grade, because I was very fond of teaching my math teacher, I thought she was a lovely woman from my heart. In that year’s junior high school entrance examination, I wrote an article that I wanted to be a teacher when I grew up, during which I transferred my respect and love for math teachers to my life goal, naturally, I wrote something that was full of enthusiasm and sincerity. Finally, I got the highest score in the composition of the whole town, which made me proud of the whole summer vacation, the important thing is that I exchanged my parents’ full 10 yuan pocket money for this. At that time, it made a fortune to me. Several years later, wandering between reality and dream, thinking between firmness and hesitation, suddenly thinking of this little interesting story about dreams in childhood, and smiling silently. It seems that I can’t find the happiness of childhood in my life, and I can’t even find the simplicity in the pursuit of dreams. It is the pressure of life that makes me unable to stand up, or do I have no pure heart? Where will I go between reality, responsibility and dream? When this series of questions came out, I thought, my friends, was she just bothering me and stirring my heartstrings? Is she always knocking on the link that we don’t want to open but have to touch from the bottom of our hearts? I remember that after graduating from junior high school, when I was young and frivolous, facing this colorful and flashy world, I chose an extreme way to rebel to interpret this world, and then what came was corruption. There will always be a price to be paid in the world. During the time when I was in prison, fortunately, there was crime and punishment to save my soul, Robinson Give me faith, young Werther let me know what sensibility is, which undoubtedly gives me strength when I encounter difficulties in the future and feel lonely and helpless in my heart, become a good medicine for me to survive. The end of that period of time, on the contrary, gave me a kind of distorted conceit that I was not afraid of anything. With this conceit, I completely stepped into my university in the society. In the process of looking for a job, he was low-minded and I am hit a wall everywhere. He finally found a job and resigned because of the unpleasant troubles with his colleagues. During that time, it was more uncomfortable than living in a humble dwelling. I was always conceited and suddenly felt that I had no value for self-existence. I thought that my strong heart was in a vacuum, people seem to evaporate. I can’t even figure out the day and night, and naturally I don’t understand the meaning of eating and sleeping. What kind of decadent state is that when you can’t find happiness, you can’t feel pain and lose yourself completely. There is a famous saying that we are all familiar with is that people who say this either die in silence or break out in silence. However, I neither broke out my spiritual atomic bomb nor left myself in the world. I chose a gentle way, I need confidence, not self-conceit, to face life with an attitude after thinking about changes. Taking off the burden and putting it into battle lightly, it is natural that the wind goes smoothly. Later, I entered a large construction company to work. After a while, I was appreciated by the leaders and promoted me exceptionally. I handed over a construction team of more than 50 people to me for management, they are generally older than me, while I am only 23 years old. Facing these, I am indeed scared. It was a bit exaggerated to describe the mood at that time when Spartan 300 Warriors faced the Roman army, but it was indeed worse to use the July Grand exam. Finally, I exchanged my actions for the affirmation of my leaders: young people, they are very brave. I remember that I learned in chemistry class in junior high school that hydrogen and oxygen will be produced when water molecules react, which is a qualitative change. Similarly, the University of society separated my original self-conceited character from two precious things: self-confidence in life and courage in dealing with affairs. It is really better to walk thousands of miles than to read thousands of books. Human beings are just like a stone, which is constantly being washed and repaired in the long river of life, so am I. The metamorphosis of butterfly made her dance lightly, adding a posture; The metamorphosis of cicada made him understand what knowledge was and a wisdom was added. So do I. Every growth in exchange for every experience is just like every transformation in nature, which more or less adds some glorious characters to me. Tomorrow I will go with my dream again. Speaking of this, readers and friends, will you be surprised? Having said so much, what on earth is your dream? In fact, it doesn’t matter what it is anymore. If you say it out and drop the reality, your friends will surely say it falsely. It turns out to be like this, but the mystery is lost. Besides, dreams belong to each of us. As for this cup of honey wine, let’s pour it by ourselves! My friends will ask you whether it is a bit off topic to write these in the middle? About this question, I want to answer you: everyone has his own dream, either a life goal or a living condition, however, most people may not realize their dreams in their whole life. In this case, we might as well treasure our big dreams in our hearts and change every transformation in our daily life, every surprise is regarded as the update and realization of dreams. In that case, our life will not be tired by dreams. Naturally, the simplicity and happiness of exchanging pocket money with dreams in childhood will follow. Finally, friends, let’s go with our dreams.

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There’s a girl

[Introduction] girls have numerous misdeeds when they were young…… However, in the face of such a paranoid girl with many problems, mother accepted the girl’s rebellion with her love, and father melted the girl’s willfulness with his heavy heart.

There was a girl who lived in a world of inferiority and self-abandonment when she was a child. The adults told her that she was the child she brought, and the innocent girl believed it. Therefore, the girl became sensitive and vulnerable. The angry expression of her mother and the careless words of her sister both made the girl suspect that she might be really adopted, it is an abandoned child. In the world of self-pity and self-mockery she weaved, she gnawed at loneliness, and imagined that maybe it was because of her own shortcomings that she would be abandoned. The sickly woman became more unsociable. She is sensitive and stubborn to everything. She won’t cry if she is beaten, and she doesn’t want to explain if she is misunderstood. Deal with the world that she thought she had abandoned her indifferently. Therefore, in the eyes of neighbors and relatives, she is a problematic child, so unpleasant and stubborn. But I don’t know that almost every child was told when and where they were picked up in a certain month of a certain year… One day after many years, girls will feel shy and funny when they think of their ignorance. However, it is inevitable to sigh with emotion that the world of children is so simple for that serious and pure belief. I don’t know when it started. Girls are full of love and joy to the world. I don’t know when the girl unconsciously became a good student in the eyes of teachers, a good daughter in the eyes of parents and a good example praised by the village. Everything is so natural and logical. There are not too many surprises and twists and turns. The girl herself gradually realized in her later life experience and experience that it was not natural. It was because of her mother’s selfless love and father’s broad and tolerant mind that she could grow up healthily and optimistically, only in this way can she fall in love with this complicated but colorful world. When I was young, the girl would throw off her job regardless of everything because her mother said something unpleasant to her ears, and shut the door angrily and willfully. I felt suffocated in the room and felt wronged inexplicably. But I didn’t know that it was her childish behavior that made her mother so cold and sad. Besides, the crack on the door of the plywood in the girl’s room is also a masterpiece when the girl is angry. There are countless misdeeds of girls when they were young…… But in the face of such a paranoid girl with many problems, mother accepted the girl’s rebellion with her love, and father melted the girl’s willfulness with his heavy heart….. Every time she rebelled, when the girl recovered her intellect, she knew what she had done out of line. That was that she would rather her parents scold her or beat her, but every time the tolerance of her parents made the girl feel ashamed, and also made her deeply understand the most selfless love and the most tolerant mind in the world. Integrity, kindness, patience, tolerance, philanthropy, diligence…… Parents didn’t give girls a rich life, but they gave girls precious wealth for their whole life. Today’s girl, the girl who grows up, gently wants to say to her parents: Thank you, I love you

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Until we reached the sea

[Introduction] at this moment, I suddenly realized: in some places, you seem to have been here, but you haven’t stepped on half of the footprints. Because there is no sense of spirit, the physical patronage is just a void. That year, a rain wet my flying wings. With the blue in my dream, I came to a seaside town. I often come to the seaside at sunset and dusk, watching the sunset down the mountain and walking on the soft beach. The waves blow my heart, thinking of Zhang Yusheng’s “sea” walking on the seaside blankly to see the tide coming and going, in vain, I want to remember every spray of the past years, but I never forget it. Walking again, I suddenly felt a sense of abruptness. I stood on a rock which had suffered from wind and frost. My friend sent a text message: look at your feet, be careful to fall into the sea! So I sat down and found there was no one around. I didn’t know how long I had been sitting. The full moon in the sky gradually faded, and finally it was blown away by the wind. The sea in front of us did not bloom in spring, and there was no sunset glow in the sky. The night was getting thicker and thicker. The waves gradually surged, and the spray splashed my eyes constantly. My eyes gradually blurred and it was dark. Hiding on this hopeless shore, I saw the endless loneliness hidden in the sea. I really want to burn a Mirage with a match and let the lonely tsunami sweep me away. The cigarette butts which had not been burnt out drifted into the unfathomable sea. I used to sit in the seaside shop where I was the only one. The most unforgettable one was the mottled wall and the broad leaf vegetation beside the wall, which were mixed with inexplicable old scenes, just like I drink imported coffee, which is bitter, sweet and sticky. The shadow of the sea integrated into my life. Later, the car ran wildly on the bumpy road to Zhanjiang East Island and Yangjiang Hailing Island. The wheels made a deafening noise, which seemed to shake people’s soul out. The carriage was very quiet, people looked different, and everyone held their minds tightly. The smoke and rain outside the window were confused, and there were people walking in a hurry on the road. Rows of light or dark lights came through from the opposite side, making it hard to distinguish whether it was a car lamp or a street lamp. The rain and fog were so thick that I couldn’t see the sky. I always felt that the galloping bus seemed to leave the road, floating up and down on the sea. When I opened my eyes, all the chaotic crowd, sharp voices and dazzling colors interweaved, woven into a thin and dense tough barrier. The sea was on the other side of the barrier, close at hand, but at the end of the world. The overwhelming noise was even more turbulent than the waves coming and going. Suddenly, I rushed over and swallowed my meager fantasy quickly, and then crushed it to pieces. My dream is very short, and it is destined to be disillusioned. Later, I encountered light rain. I asked Xiao Yu for details about the sea. Xiao Yu’s playful and brilliant words made me see the spirituality and simplicity that the sea gave to the people in this small city. So I remembered the scene of seeing the sea for the first time. That summer, I stood on the beach with my thirsty eyes trying to cross the crowd, through the colorful colors and sweet bitter songs, trying to see the real sea in my mind, filter out all the dust and noise of the quiet sea, pure sea. The Heaven and Earth are in a state of silence, and only the waves rise and fall. When the white spray hits the reef on the shore, it is instantly in full bloom, gorgeous and cool, as if the passion of the sea never goes out. The layers of spray spread all over the world, like waves, and the enthusiasm and exploration steps that never stop pursuing. Looking up into the distance, the blue sea water echoed the colorful clouds in the sky, and there were white gulls with wings. In the clear and clear blue dream connected by the blue sky and water, the heaven danced lightly, draw light and graceful white arcs on the blue ethereal bottom plate. At this moment, I suddenly realized: in some places, you seem to have been here, but you haven’t stepped down half a footprint. Because there is no sense of spirit, the physical patronage is just a void. Like me, Xiaoyu also likes Shui Mu nianhua, and likes “until I see the sea”. In the distant and wide sea, a bird flew by, leaving a touch of arc where it flew. This beautiful arc was mixed with floating air. I just don’t know if Xiaoyu has ever experienced the day when the poet said that he was facing the sea and blooming in spring? I began to open my mind, embrace the sea, and integrate the sadness and happiness deep in my mind with the sea. Therefore, those memories woke up in the distance, and those ripples quietly converged into waves until they melted into the sea. Because, I can still see the sea.

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Waiting this vain dream

Waiting for him to untie my sadness, put on my own glow again, let me reveal the dusty aura for a long time, and pick up the familiar melancholy like the light smoke of the past, it breaks my dream in my flower-like years, breaks through the obstacles and wants to work hard with you to portray the splendid future which belongs to us, spring and winter have been waiting for your return year after year. In the season of fallen flowers, I have accumulated tuberculosis disease that I have been thinking for a long time. He is still far away, returning without stopping, but it took too long to see his urgent figure. A little cool wind blew away my waiting in my heart until my heart closed the door, no longer waiting for the waiting flowers are gone, looking through the pain of Autumn Water, bleak and turbid dreams, waiting alone, worrying about it, I don’t know this way, do you have any obstacles? I have waited for a year, two years, but I can’t see your helpless eyes hanging down. Do you know that waiting thousands of miles away, just like the endless river and sea, galloping endlessly. I said that as long as you are willing to turn back, I will always be by your side. However, the lost past tells me that if you leave, you will never come back. Our love, after that, it’s gone, and I won’t remember it Any trace of pain stopped in the air. Have you seen it? Wish you happiness! Brief and powerful, mixed with deep attachment and helplessness

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My yard

[Introduction] at dusk, I like to move a small stool to sit in the yard. The afterglow of the sunset shines in the yard, coloring it with a faint red color. Farmers came back from the fields one after another, and then every household began to wash vegetables and cook.

When I just started my job, I yearned for the high buildings in the downtown. Now, I prefer the quiet yard in the countryside. The yard in my house is not small. It can park a car and put a basketball stand. In the low-lying place of the yard, small animals such as chickens and ducks can also be raised for free. Therefore, the courtyard adds some natural vitality. There is also a tall wild persimmon tree in the yard. Where is it? I was confused for a long time. Later, I seemed to feel something. The Persimmon it bears is not big and feels rough. It tastes sweeter than the so-called home Persimmon. Nearby, there is no bark. Therefore, when the north wind blows strongly in winter, it will always be mistaken as a dead tree. But when the spring breeze blows on my face, it will still sprout strongly, grow leaves hard, and blossom small and beautiful flowers, bringing layers of green to the courtyard. When the sea breeze blows, small flowers fall down, all over the floor, like stars, blinking! My son always likes to run up and step on a few feet. The chicken shed was built under the tree, the wild persimmon tree which had experienced many vicissitudes, sheltered the wind and rain for those little creatures. Perhaps, the rough fruit surface and bare trunk make it more wild. I like the wild flavor, which condenses simplicity and strength. There is also a well under the persimmon tree. Some people’s wellheads are open, so they need to put the bucket down to fetch water. And my well is a rolling well. The wellhead has been covered. When using water, you only need to move the handle of rolling water up and down, and the clear and bright well water will flow out continuously. In summer, it brings cool stock; In winter, it brings endless warmth. The feeling of warm winter and cool summer is so wonderful, warm and cozy. In the morning, I always wake up very early, but I like to lie on the bed and listen to my mother’s sound of rolling water, which is full of rhythm and gives others feelings and happiness. His two-year-old son likes to play by the well most, which seems to be his paradise. Children always like to play with water. Sometimes, he played happily, but his sleeves were half wet. I once stopped him. Later, he always took my hand with pleading eyes, staggered to the edge of the well, and pointed at the handle rolling water with his little finger. At that time, my thoughts seemed to go back to my childhood, recalling the scene when I played with water happily. What a memorable childhood experience! Later, I simply let my son play with water. His immature little face was always filled with happy notes. He would imitate the actions of adults when rolling over the water seriously, and said unfluently: Dad, look, Dad, look. Like extremely cute! My son has little strength, so he can only lift the handle up. I can’t beat it any more, so I turned back to ask for help. I naturally helped him. Big hands hold small hands, rolling down one by one. My son exclaimed: Water, water! He reached his little hand to the water outlet and let the water rush to his heart. He looked at me and smiled; I looked at him and smiled! The moment of happiness is frozen like this. Well brings me warmth and coolness; Brings me the feeling of home; Brings me happiness between father and son. At dusk, I like to move a small stool to sit in the yard. The afterglow of sunset shines in the yard, which dyed it with a faint red color. Farmers came back from the fields one after another, and then every household began to wash vegetables and cook. I appreciate everything quiet here and feel the smell of happiness silently. Maybe one day this place will be demolished, but the feeling that the courtyard gives me will never change.

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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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