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Back to the Sun, please give me [one metre of Sunshine] 〗

The nephew seems to be old. I am more and more fond of staying alone crazily; I am more and more fond of missing those past; I am more and more fond of looking at a little dim light and crying inexplicably; I am more and more fond of those old times that I can’t go back in my memory. Perhaps, Kouzi has never been a lovable woman. For so many years, I am used to hiding everything, happiness, or sadness by myself. Until I met you, you gave me warmth. You said, you are very cute and kind. You said, Tongzi, Be Happy, Be Happy severely. You said, Yuzi, I miss you, how can you bear to make you a passer-. You said, we will stay together until the end of the world. You said, my son, I regard you as life, how can you panic. You said, you are my forever. You said, “Gouzi, it’s raining. Have you ever seen someone love you more than yourself?” you said, “Gouzi, even if the whole world has abandoned you, don’t be afraid. Turn around and you will find that, I am not far away. You said, you have more than one place in my dream and in my heart. You said, you said, when you look at your watch, I will definitely see the figures of hour and minute sigh, at that time, I was thinking of you. You said, “My life is so long, I will give you half, how about you keep it for me, then you are reluctant to leave you said,” my son, the pain that cannot be obtained and the pain that is lost, the latter must be more painful. Because I am afraid of losing you. You said, “Yuzi, we are not lovers or relatives, but we are more determined to be together than anyone else.” you said, “Yuzi, if I haven’t married, if you haven’t married after many years, let’s get married. You say, Yuzi, the saddest thing is not that you don’t love me, but that we are close at hand, but can’t cross the world. You say, Yuzi, if I still remember you in the next life, we are waiting for reincarnation when flowers bloom on the other side. You said, if we are of different genders and ages, then we will run away to church. You said, I love you. He said, “I love you too. He found that when walking against the light, he could see his shadow in front of him. They are very quiet and confused. It is like a nd. It turns out that, as you said, Kouzi has never been lonely. I forgot whether it was in my dream or abroad. I once saw a teenager. He stood on the top of the mountain with his luggage on his back. He said: I am the guardian of clover. It is said that as long as you find the clover, you will be happy. Then at those times, he held a large handful of clover and carried his back to the sunshine with them. Why, now, are you still unhappy? Where did the young man go? Woke up this morning, getting used, just open my eyes. Don’t get up, don’t brush your teeth, don’t wash your face. I just lay on the bed quietly with 45 degrees of head tilted, accompanied by the North window, waiting for the first ray of sunshine in the backlit place. Good morning, summer. Good morning, sunny. Good morning, Sunshine. Good morning, time. Good morning, Kouzi. The shadow of the sun gradually tilted eastward, and the nephew smiled and said goodbye. Goodbye, old time. Goodbye, old friend. This summer, Lei zi will miss it desperately and try his best to miss it. Then, when summer passed, the child was really old. I don’t want to remember anything about the past. Back to the Sun, please give me one metry’ sunshine. The past is warm in my memory. Goodbye, I will never see you again.

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Leave my hometown and let go of my youth dream

[Introduction] in fact, I am this gorgeous puppet, playing all the joys and sorrows. There are always countless shiny silver threads on my back, but the fulcrum of manipulation is still my gentle palm. It was not until I came back to my leisurely hometown where I had been away for a long time that I realized that I was so lonely when I was excited. The tranquil and beautiful environment of this paradise could not hold the desire and pursuit of me, an intellectual, therefore, I still want to wander to the edge of a big city with the pledge of being young, touch my ideal jacket and sketch the face of my dream of life. —– Inscription time flies, and I look back to the past week, I drifted from Kunming to Chongqing, then stayed in the landscape of Chongqing, and then returned to the beautiful hometown, the world’s selenium Capital, Enshi, Hubei, enjoying the warmth of family affection greedily, as if returning to my dream childhood, I saw my parents’ vicissitudes of appearance behind my scenes, however, I realized my beautiful struggle. When on earth can my family accept bribes to the fruits of my bitter study? Human beings always improve their souls in reflection and action. I thought about these hesitantly and suddenly realized that I had to leave at that moment. Maybe only by leaving here and looking for my dream in big cities can I realize this long-cherished wish of struggling. Therefore, I reluctantly picked up my traveling bag of wandering again and stepped on the journey back to Spring City. Hometown is the harbor where every Wanderer is obsessed with, but why do we still choose to leave reluctantly with pain? Everything is because I can’t hold my ideal here. Each other who is full of economics will choose the factory of knowledge far away to smelt the fruits of their dreams, hoping to produce the fruits of their years of study. In fact, don’t we want to snuggle up in the arms of our hometown and enjoy the warmth of our hometown silently? I remember someone once said: one side of the sunset is the world, and the other side is the heaven. It turns out that life is always wandering between the happiness of Heaven and the sufferings of the world with the alternation of sunset and Rising Sun. The same is true for us intellectuals, who are drifting in a foreign land and wandering in the bitterness of dreams while giving up the warmth of their hometowns? Although we are painful and happy, it is actually an explanation for life to fly into heaven. Without a choice, we have to be safe in the bitter sea of reality and flash the fireflies of our ideal prototype, struggling to go to the mission left by the years for future generations, hiding the happiness of time. For the sake of life and the dream of youth, even if it goes through hardships and hardships, it must sail far away. I thought: Youth is a bright sadness. I didn’t cry, but tears flowed down lonely. Dream is a trace of longing hope. I didn’t smile, but my smile vaguely hung on my vicissitudes of life. The dream of youth is like a rainbow bending after rain, always hanging high in the sky of the soul after Perseverance. Although it is so fragile and fleeting, it still emerges in front of people in colorful colors, although it could not escape the end of a flash in the pan, it was not shy at all and dared to reveal and show where to go. Or the dream has not come true. For example, the beautiful rainbow has not been seen, but the beauty of the rainbow still exists. She is still so pure and bright. We are still watching with the dream of youth, because at least we have had dreams and tasted the taste of dreams, even if it belongs to an obscure and gloomy taste. I still remember Guo Jingming wrote in “how many flowers fall in dream” that his eyes were as boundless and profound as sunset, which made me feel heavy. However, when we decided to go on the road alone, all curses and betrayal were left behind. We could smile stubbornly and cry sadly, but we still kept our steps sonorous. I think, in fact, I am this gorgeous puppet, playing all the joys and sorrows. There are always countless shiny silver threads on my back, but the fulcrum of manipulation is still my gentle palm. Therefore, each of us is the hero who performs the happiness of life. Of course, it is also the heroine who performs the pain of life. Happiness is so similar to happiness. However, it is not happiness but real happiness. Happiness and pain constitute the drama of life, but we get the so-called contentment and happiness in performing the role of the living. The train in the early morning galloped away from hometown. The fireflies on the journey were still strong flashing their faint light of life. The stars in the night sky blinked their eyes and burst out the sadness of years, the night wind may understand why I choose to wander, and the neon in a foreign land has lit up my heart. Life is wonderful because of having dreams, and life is helpless because of having extravagant hopes. I lay in the train to comfort my unconfident heart, telling it that it needs to seek the sparks and waves of life and prove the meaning and interest of life, encourage it to practice the description and deconstruction of the vicissitudes of life.

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Hometown of bridge

[Introduction] now I live in a busy city. The bridge of my hometown is very far away from us. Things far away always make me miss. The bridge of my hometown often lingers me, which is the temptation and call from the ancient countryside. The stone bridge in the stream and the slab bridge in the field are horizontal in the depth of my memory …… my hometown is a Watertown, and the beautiful Chaohu Lake winds like a green belt, the villages and towns on both sides of the river are tied together, bringing infinite vitality to my hometown. Every night when the lights are on, I especially like to see the flickering fishing fire on the lake and the starlight in the sky shine on each other. But what I like most is still the bridge of my hometown. For many years, the bridge of hometown has always been lingering in my mind. It brought me a lot of happiness and dreams in my childhood. For many years, the bridge of hometown has always been resting in the river I remember. Wild flowers are falling down one after another. Under the bridge is the gurgling stream, and there are willows hanging beside the stream. When the gorgeous sunset falls, reflecting the smoke rising from the farm, this is a beautiful picture of small bridges, running water and others. At the end of the road from my hometown to the neighboring village, there is a bridge paved with flagstones. The quiet stream under the bridge flows all the way to the beautiful Chaohu Lake. In the early morning, when the first ray of sunshine put beautiful costumes on the village side of hometown, a wisp of mist hung over the field like gauze. At this time, the long Qingyuan shouting of selling tofu would come from the bridgehead, which broke the tranquility of the countryside, and the one-day rural life began. At that time, I took out one yuan from the drawer and quickly ran to the entrance of the village. In front of the gray grandfather, I bought a bowl of white tender tofu as the most fragrant and refreshing lunch of the day. The farmhouses in summer were always busy. At this time, I went to the paddy field with my mother to plant seedlings. We walked through the crisscross ridges and ditches, and then came to our paddy field, to experience the hardship and pleasure of Labor. What impressed me most at this time was the bridges made of planks one by one in the center of the ditch. A touch of streams flowed quietly under the bridge, and pieces of white clouds floated gently in the air, reflecting on the water surface. The sky and clouds were really beautiful. The distant mountain was green, and the rising sun showed half a smiling face in the mountainside. When people walked on the bridge, they really felt like in the drawing. While in the field, there were the figures of laboring peasant girls everywhere, like immature babies, jumping happily in mother’s hands. Mother was transplanting rice while talking kindly with neighbors, laughter Comes one after another. What a happy picture! Sometimes, I would walk to the bridge with my three or five childhood friends in the moonlight, just like walking into a beautiful dream. The Moonlight is soft, like the hands of a young mother who slips gently in her sleep. The Moonlight poured quietly on the bridge deck, the whole stream was like a mirror, like a long white and flawless jade belt, and the wild flowers beside the bridge were quietly bathed in a piece of softness. The breeze blows over, and the broad water surface is like a handful of fine silver, just like a fairyland on earth. We sat quietly at the bridge head together, talking, laughing and chatting. The laughter floated on the bridge deck, fell to the clear water surface, and lingered in our ears. All of these integrated in this beautiful moonlight. Now living in a busy city, the bridge of hometown is very far away from us. Things far away always make people miss me. The bridge of hometown often lingers me, which is the temptation and call from the ancient countryside. The stone bridge in the stream and the slab bridge in the field are horizontal in the depth of my memory. Sometimes, when I am alone at night, I will think of it, which is far away, it is full of distant and charming affection. Oh, the bridge of hometown, the bridge in my heart, I miss you forever.

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Wilderness

[Introduction] in the end, we all left with a smile. There is no need for too much applause, too much encouragement, and too much sweet words. What is needed is just a wrong age of innocence and proficiency. What is needed is just a meeting of destiny, what I want is just a touch of breeze after things have gone through.

Overlooking the whole university of Hubei from the rooftop on the seventh floor, the flashy teaching building, the mixed feelings of oneself and the elegant Sky are more like a ink painting copied by smoke and rain. The pale yellow land was full of weeds which could not be named. I thought that was just the assumption given by nature to life. The smile that was too real was just the foreshadowing. I told them that since then, there was no suitable excuse to perfunctory myself. Yes, what a sarcastic thing it is. I said goodbye to this panic and known age in such a way. Two years have passed, and two years have been deposited in the small bridge and running water passed by the youth riding horses. Endless pedestrians, memories that are unwilling to stay away, and past events that are hard to recall, why did I become thick and farfetched in a flash? Was I not strong enough or familiar enough. Goodbye, my youth, goodbye, the place I once loved deeply, goodbye, those prosperous and green ages like songs, goodbye. After saying these pale sentences, I will never feel sick and want to mention them. I used to think that I could stay there brazenly, just stay silently. But now, I even have no impulse to die. Whether it was such an ending early in the morning, or whether I thought the ending so beautiful that I forgot about it. After all, it was just once. In those sparse yellow lands, are the emotions buried in midsummer. Green and Yellow wilderness, there is a rare desolation in the desert. Looking at the world in front of me without sadness, the cloud is very white, the sky is very blue, and my heart is very painful. The distance from the first floor to the seventh floor blocks two different worlds. Xiao Ting said, “I have to go, and I will never come again. Is it true? Yes. In the future, there was another lovely child missing there, that silent woman, that quiet woman, that maverick woman, who was washed away, then it will never appear in the place that does not belong to itself again. Time was used to cheat myself, while I was fooled for two years. I didn’t know until today that it was my willing redemption. If possible, I would like to I am a rule, which was as red as blood and as legendary as wind. In a few days, I will also leave. Go to a place where you can’t find yourself. The two-year college life is coming to an end. There are too many emotions that are hard to describe in words and floating thoughts like floating light and shadows hovering in their respective fields. Only at a glance, I love it deeply. In the end, we all left with a smile. There is no need for too much applause, too much encouragement, and too much sweet words. What is needed is just a wrong age of innocence and proficiency. What is needed is just a meeting of destiny, what I want is just a touch of breeze after things have gone through. With this persistence and gradual appearance, we agreed to go wandering in the crowd together. But later, where were you. The world full of weeds renders the lush campus. The soft willow on the riverside of Binhu is in the doldrums of hot summer. The smell of sunshine in May pervades the whole rooftop. That small place was blown by the wind, leaving no regret.

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In the alley you

I saw you in the old town where the wind and dust were printed, and felt that you were so beautiful and moving. Let My Heart tired from the journey have a touch of warm healing. I want to approach you, tell you where I am from, and ask for your young age and fame. When I was ready to take that light step, you turned around and showed me your feelings. The lightsome step I took was frozen in the air because I didn’t want to lose any moment that I could observe your beauty. You looked at my silly look and smiled, very sweet, without any sand mixed with the dust. I also smiled, smiling happily, which made my tired heart completely warm and heal. You sang that old tune, very quiet; In that redundant Alley, warmth echoed. At this time, how much I wanted to walk up and pull up your slender, white and soft hand, and walk through the old alley with me. However, I know that I am just a passenger who has no physical and mental exhaustion, not the partner of your life. Maybe when I walk beside you, you will not ignore me, and you will be indifferent. But it doesn’t matter anymore. I will still be a passenger to finish the road I have not finished. Until I came to this old town again to pour out the love in my heart to you. Maybe you won’t remember the encounter with me at that time. (End)

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Spike heart enlightenment

[Introduction] a few days later in beginning of autumn, looking at the green leaves hanging on the branches coldly looking at the dead leaves or the green leaves falling to the ground, proudly showing their vigorous vitality, but he didn’t know that his abundant life and energy couldn’t match the cool and dexterous hand of time…..

My friend was rummaging through the calendar with a cellphone, sitting aside and listening to her research, thinking unconsciously which day this year would be a good day for beginning of autumn. It’s going to start autumn, and time is really impossible to prevent. It slipped away quietly from my eyes, and in a flash it was the golden autumn when the school started. Everything goes round and round without great changes, but it shows that things are not human. This is my first official day without summer vacation. I am really tired and happy to enjoy all the ups and downs brought by this summer vacation. Ha ha, during the summer vacation, I feel that sometimes the time is like a year, and I wish to enter the golden autumn season immediately to end this devil-like day; But sometimes I feel that time is like a shuttle, A day passed between blinking and opening eyes. If I recall the past time in the blink of an eye carefully, I really don’t know what I have done in my heart, but it seems that I have done something. During the summer vacation, a formal employee, in the mansion where he first entered the society, he took every step carefully and was deeply afraid of making a little mistake, but at the same time of worrying about making mistakes, it will generate novelty about all things, and it is easy to find out. You can’t be too capricious. This is not the place where you play tricks. Although you do your job well, you should also learn to behave in front of leaders so that they can see your efforts and seriousness. At the beginning, I am despised this kind of cognition from the bottom of my heart. It would be better if I did my job well. Why did I learn from dogs to do the cat work. Ha ha, I don’t understand what workplace is until now. I remember that I was dizzy when the leader commented on me. To be honest, I don’t know what is dizzy until now. Colleagues said that this noun could only be understood but not spoken. Mum, this work of guessing words and thinking about psychology can help you consume a lot of brain cells. In this big mansion of the society, our little girls are like ants. Don’t learn from those pets who are favored, and do anything about personality and fashion, this well-drawn path has already planned how we should go. As for the process of reaching the target and completing the task, maybe someone has understood the truth of the shortest distance between two points, sit at the finish line early and tidy up yourself and other things, waiting for those other partners who came on the curved road slowly. I saw the ant running in the air and sweating head, walking leisurely in front of my partner, talking slowly about how he came here, and accusing the ant who was working hard to reach the destination as a fool, it won’t be so tired to follow it. The scolded ant can only say thank you and thank you for your guidance. Wow, it was not a few days since beginning of autumn. Looking at the green leaves hanging on the branches, he looked at the dead leaves or the green leaves falling to the ground coldly, showing his vigorous vitality proudly, but he didn’t know, the abundant life and energy can’t match the cool and dexterous hand of time. The so-called waves behind the Yangtze River push forward the waves, and a new generation of new leaves change old leaves, no matter how green the branch is, finally, it could not escape from a part of the long buried loess and turned into new Leaf nourishment. In the golden autumn and October, osmanthus fragrance, I don’t know what will be left in the last cycle? No matter what is left, I deeply believe that there will be an immortal root! That is the community that all lives cannot live.

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

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

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

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Dyed by time

[Introduction] things that have not been rinsed are always good, at least leaving the color of time. Although it is a little gray and dark, it is so vast after being rinsed, just like a replica of the photo, it was still that person, the scene, but the smell at that time could not be found any more.

Time is a good thing. If you soak a person in the water of time, you will be stained with dust, Frost and moral character. There is a slight yellow, with the smell of time, dyed the color of time, full of charm, making people live a lot. I like the old. I always feel that the old is good. I can think of the past. Thinking of once, that scene, that person, that thing, always spread ripples in my heart, stirring the heartstrings and lingering. I like Shanghai, the Bund, and the 10,000-ton oil tanker filled with the smell of the 1930 s. It was so turbulent and refreshing. I like Nanjing Road and the architecture of the ancient road. After hundreds of years of wind and rain, I still do not change the nature of amorous feelings, which always makes the old days extravagant and prosperous, classic and romantic. I like the wax museum best, where there is the decadent sound of old Shanghai, which is vivid, vivid and intoxicating, especially the tinkling cry, which is like an old well, profound and quiet, making people feel leisurely. If there is another gramophone and an old record, it will be almost perfect. If you are trapped in it, it will be worthwhile. People, I also like the old. I always feel that time can explain everything. There are stories, scenes, and rich flavors in time, which make people feel lingering after taking a sip. It lasts for three days. I like three to five bosom friends, sitting together, drinking beer, eating stalls, chatting time together, chatting love, and blushing face, which makes my heart beautiful. Whether it is tangled or contradictory, they are resolved together in the intoxicated wine glass, which is filled with deep friendship. That was a group of people, witnesses of growing up, who proved each other, engraved the annual rings, weathered the years, and recollected together, five years, ten years, until tears, until getting drunk, so excited, that must not continuous. The old one is different from the expired one. The expired one is bad and needs to be thrown away, while the old one needs to be treasured. Permanent Souvenir. I have a photo taken when I was 7 years old. It was put in my wallet for many years. It was black and white, wrinkled and slightly yellow. When I was free, I picked it up and looked at it. Although, I can’t recall the situation at that time, but every time I look at the photo and the lovely smile, I feel so sweet. A kind of family affection is warm, which is the feeling of being cared for and loved. Put it back to its original place and continue to live… people need an old thing to carry with them all the time. Because that is a creature who has the same experience as himself, and that is another self. Yesterday, I turned out a T-shirt of my husband, which is white for three years and a little yellow. I always feel that it is not bright enough. I simply bought a bottle of floating water and put it in the washing machine for soaking and rolling, when I took it out, I had a different feeling. After looking at it carefully, I found that the original blue on the clothes had turned into dark color, no longer blue, no longer bright, and no bright low color, there was only plain white, pale, white without color, so pitiful, so pity, which made people feel distressed. Things that have not been rinsed are always good, at least leaving the color of time. Although it is a little gray and dark, it is so vast after being rinsed, just like a replica photo, it was still that person, that scene, but the smell at that time could not be found any more. Like an old heart, no matter how time is soaked in the water, it is always plain and blank, and it will never move. What kind of determination should it be? Forever numbness makes people fear when thinking about it. Yellow is yellow, flowers are flowers, never rinse, because at least there are still memories, at least there are stains, at least you can still treasure.

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It was already the evening day, cicadas screamed outside the window, a burst of tight, a burst of clamor. The dim twilight, the noisy cicadas, the mixed music, the layers of green forest, and the books in hand also slipped down in the children’s supervision, bumping and tossing. Oh, let’s go. Let’s go outdoors. Play, play, play, play all day long. It seems that you can’t read this book, and your heart can’t calm down any more, in my world, I was totally occupied by you, so I just thought about it. I didn’t want to go straight up and shouted, let’s go, take the key. It seems that as long as I am a child like you, I will not have a day of peace, and it is even harder to have my own space. I am thinking while thinking, there are still some reluctant complaints. When you step out, it is hot in hot summer. Fortunately, a lot of greenery was planted around the residence, with tall trees and towering clouds. The green grass altar is connected with green bamboos one after another. Even with the noise of cicadas, the green trees and leaves can also bring occasional feelings to people’s hearts, or add some tenderness and quiet vitality. Mom, I don’t want to dance tonight. I just want to stroll. Let’s go around tonight? Ah, why do you want to change your way today? It’s rare, rare, rare to go to the sky. Don’t you want to play with the children? I want to accompany you tonight. It’s rare, it’s really rare that your son grows up, unexpectedly, we also know how to comfort people. Mom, let’s go to the road over there. There are many cars on which side. It’s not safe. We just walk around in this forest and follow the path in the forest, quietly and children one after another, walking and chatting. This is a piece of premises that has not yet started construction. The wallpaper with green trees and lawn scenery as the background is used as the courtyard wall for pedestrians passing by. At a glance, it can not only give people a visual three-dimensional impact, it can also lengthen the sight and enjoy the beauty, and give people the golf like being in the oasis and wilderness. It can not only adjust the eyesight, but also satisfy the eyes, it can also help relieve visual fatigue, regulate and relieve nerve and achieve the effect of tranquil mood. Good, nice, really wonderful scenery. It seems that the money is really useful. For the sake of money, in the money-making machine of the present era, what other coins can’t be made, and what methods can’t be thought or can’t be done, it can’t be done, but it can do everything. Think about the present era and the ancient times to the present modern times, we respect the academic ancestors such as Chuang Tzu, Confucius, Lao Tzu, Tang Xuanzang and so on, they are for the inheritance and promotion of science and technology and the development and continuation of academic. When the academic achievements have not yet appeared, and no other values can be discovered by human scholars, the journey they have traveled, the sad hiking and the trudge they have traveled, the difficulties and obstacles they have encountered, and the anxious temper and temper of their will, how many of them can be interpreted by others on the way they have gone through, and when they struggle with the adversity and struggle against it, it is also full of people who know sympathy. At present and at present, apart from archaeologists who do deep drilling research and study, how many people can know and know it, several people can deeply understand the hardships and sufferings of the strikers. I am willing to understand that I have made contributions to the contributions made by the present sages. Who knows who knows that it is because of these contributions, is it driving the society forward and playing an indestructible force? It seems that all these are still a mystery that needs to be explored but is unknown but needs to be solved? Mom, what are you thinking about? Be careful that there is a car behind and the children’s loud voice comes from far away. Hearing the child’s call of police, Jing seemed to suddenly wake up and walked aside. The child stood beside the road, and a SUV rushed past. Mom, it’s already over. I can’t pass the front. Isn’t there a security guard in front? Follow the security guard and bypass the corner. As long as the security guard can pass, you can pass.

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I don’t know when I started to like autumn. Especially when I saw the autumn wind blowing up, falling leaves all over the sky, fluttering and dancing all over the sky, I felt sad in my heart. Yes, I felt sad for autumn, and I also fell in love with autumn. I like the sky in early autumn, the white clouds are bleak, the fruits in mid autumn are rich, the flowers are full moon, and the flowers are withered and the withered leaves fall in deep autumn. After listening to a song called PIPA, I remembered the taste of missing. Missing is a very mysterious thing, which follows the shadow. The voice of Faye Wong is silent and endless like the sound of nature. Missing is so beautiful and ethereal in her place. The autumn wind is weak, and the swallow flies low. The burning missing cannot be sent, and there is no place to complain. Pick up a piece of autumn leaves and write a paragraph of text for you. Acacia. After reading a passage of PIPA, I remembered the story in the book. Xunyang Jiangtou saw guests off at night, and the maple leaf flowers were rustling in autumn. It was also in an autumn that Sima Bai Juyi in Jiangzhou met a singer who came out with thousands of calls and still covered her face with her lute. Listen to this singer telling her experience. She used to be an attractive girl, and she learned lute in thirteen years. Her name was the first one in the teaching workshop. Qu ba once taught good talent clothes and made up to be jealous by Qiu Niang every time. The youth of Wuling struggled with each other, and a song of red gauze was unknown. However, as the appearance grew old, the pommel horse was deserted in front of the door. The eldest married as a merchant’s wife, and the merchant paid more attention to profits than separation. I am happy for you and sad for you, but what I get is tears of lovesickness. Bianshui flow, Surabaya flow, flow to Guazhou ancient ferry head. Love you, hate you, hate you until you return. Yueming people lean against the building. Sitting alone in front of the window, watching the drizzle outside the window, with a long sigh, suddenly a withered leaf fell down on my book roll. It just lay there and couldn’t move. I think that is also a kind of fate. Just like the meeting between him and me. Seeing each other is very beautiful, but leaving is very sad. How many regrets, how many missed, how many waiting, just because of a love. Miss Long in. Just like the Four Seasons cycle. Just like this autumn recession.

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