My grandfather, you are a cloud in the sky, occasionally projected on my wave heart. —— The short grandfather who memorized always wore a dark blue overcoat. He has several roles in his life. My grandfather was a veteran. Under the influence of his grandfather, everything in the house was arranged in an orderly manner, and all members dared not speak loudly and behave themselves.
The TV series “All Good” is a father who works to the limit. When he opens the screen, every piece of news commentates on how his father works, how the men in the family deviate from the three views, and how the women in the play see the three views correctly. This TV play triggered some of my touches. The story of Mingyu in the play, everyone is sympathizing with her, think highly of the mother of boys over girls.
Where will her memories be placed on the day when the old house is crumbling under the erosion of the years? The old house witnessed my birth 30 years ago. Although that moment has not been engraved in my memory, but every time I listen to my parents’stories, I feel dizzy that I am like the old house, watching quietly beside me at that time. It rained that night. It was very heavy. Mother had severe abdominal pain.
Most of the wild water chestnuts in my hometown are four corners, two corners and hornless water chestnuts are also used. When I was a child, my grandfather often used his spare time to carry a large wooden basin, bring water-rowing wooden ladles and bags, and go to the lake to pick the water-chestnut. When my father came home from the shipyard, he took the poles and baskets to pick the water-chestnut that his grandfather had picked. After dinner, three of us are sisters and brothers.
I can’t tell anybody who’s emotional about you anymore, but all the way through the storm, I’m peaceful and different. I write that tired feelings are deceiving, thinking about what I can remember goodbye. I don’t think meeting true love is invincible for you anymore. I can’t bear the accident. Since you don’t love me, why don’t you give up? I leave this cause and effect vow to be king and destined to be king. Swear not to go alone
How to bury a girl who once loved, though failed to confess, but late in mind, although you have not loved me to force my feelings to make a choice is to have a third party to let me bear the cause and effect like a black light blind fire knows evil, but not hide the lock of love to revisit the hunger and thirst of love is how a prodigal can manage you to live and die waiting for me to write poems full of paper I want to wind and rain to come. If you don’t love it, then
How long will it take me to forget how many storms and rains you’ve been experiencing? This pen has been floating in the wind and remembering how tender you left behind. I’m so eager to be drunk, not to be drunk, not to be drunk, not to be drunk, to drink wine into my throat, but I can’t shed a thousand glasses of wine. The more painful I am, the less I care about my choice, the more I let go and give you freedom. Everything is like sleepwalking, the more tender I get along with you. Sorrow alone
Rain, silent, silky, soft and dense weaving. The air is full of vigorous and moist atmosphere. Eyesight has been entangled with the rain, so that, sitting for a long time, but not a word of ink. How do I write about him? He is very ordinary, ordinary to a drop of rain, whether infiltrated into the soil or floating in the air, will not attract attention. He is an authentic man from the north. He is a clean man from Weian.
How to kill the enemy and how to fight in the sand has become the devil. Look at the time of defeat, the God of war, the emperor and the beauty of the river, the emperor of Asura, commanding millions of soldiers, once again shouted at me. One shot broke the smoke in the army and ignited it. It was destined to kill the world and wear war armour again. Look at the immortals, I am bloody, recruiting soldiers and buying horses for another year, it is destined to dominate the Central Plains if I could go back to the past and see the wind and snow. Mianqingmei Boiled Wine
Listening to other people’s feelings and putting them into the fire makes me feel sad from a hundred to a hundred, and nobody pays attention to me. I cry because I’m tired of being surrounded by people who cheat goodbye and never see me again. I’m all the people you wish to have no loved ones who have no sad soul. I count a circle of rings when I can heal the wounds. Who planned a joke that I’m unworthy and righteous, so-called lover and brother have left me alone? Leave me and give it to you
I have a special feeling for mash. My father had an old bicycle when I began to remember but had not yet gone to school. He rode that bicycle to school to teach. Sometimes I run to the trench at the east end of the village and come back along with my superior father. He was so happy to see me waiting for him that he had to let me ride a bicycle. Actually, sitting on the side of the girder is not comfortable at all. ___________ Three or seven days in a town
Where did the time go? Ask about the years, and it is so in the distance to us with a kind smile, looking at a number of years, decades apart from the photos, in picking up
There is a popular saying that a daughter needs to be rich. In reality, there are also many parents who are poor and have rich daughters. As for why we should be rich, there are many answers on the Internet. Some people say that it is for children not easily tempted, others say that it is for children to speak more confidently. But can enrichment really make children more confident and better? I’m afraid there’s only Jing in it.
In our life, we will meet our best friends, brothers and loved ones. But we are only a tiny spray in the long river of time. We have no great power to fight against the huge waves. But we can show a ray of light in our short life and use it to illuminate the darkness in the corner of the world. How small is a person? But tens of millions of people
My aunt was born on December 30, 1938. She always had three sons and two daughters. After the sons and daughters were married, the uncle and aunt lived happily. Sons and daughters often go home to see the elders. One day in July 2015, I heard that my aunt came to Echeng. She always lived in my cousin’s house. Every day, she went to my cousin’s massage shop to massage her body. I went to see my aunt. My aunt saw me.
At the beginning of the new year, I said to my son that every teacher should bring some gifts to thank the teacher for his kindness to you in the past year, and wish the teacher happy and happy in the new year. At the weekend English class, my son went to the supermarket and bought a bag of chocolates. He said that he knew three teachers altogether. I asked him to take five, and the remaining two were at his disposal. Can he eat or give them to his classmates? When he came back, his son took the remaining five skillful pieces.
The drizzling rain drenched my hair. At this time, mist shrouded and the world was bleak. I set foot on the road to leave home again, every time I was dim with tears. I watched the trains shuttle on the track, as if my heart was as restless as the trains that came and went. I closed my eyes and recalled what had happened during the winter vacation. My sister and I often quarrel. My sister is a little disobedient. What do you do?
My grandmother began to read Buddha more than fifty years ago. That year, my uncle suffered from serious eye disease. He saw things very vaguely and lived every day as if he were in the dark. Grandma is sad and sad, and she takes her uncle around to seek medical treatment. Uncle takes medicine every day, but the effect is not satisfactory. A relative said that a temple thousands of miles away was very effective. He also said that there were many people who sought children, wealth and marriage in that temple.
On December 18, 1990, I got married and had a wedding party. At two o’clock that afternoon, seven people who came to greet my relatives took me to Qinxiangwan Bay, Liu Lang Village, and took their parked bicycles outside the walls of a family. We got on our bicycles and soon got home. The “magic girl” also quietly, was invisible home, silently “stay” on the roof beam of our house. The Great Summer of 1991