A woman in forty and forty years old is a mellow wine with a long aftertaste and an intoxicated attachment. It is a Sax song, a delicate heart and a gentle, delicate, delicate, delicate and delicate tea. It is a cup of good tea, a pleasant fragrance and pleasant fragrance, in elegant and elegant scenery. It is a tranquil landscape painting, with a quiet and remote artistic conception. Think in the mountains and rivers. The forty year old woman has said goodbye to the girl’s purity.
Li Shanglong, a young writer, once told a small story: one time he was holding Mo Yan’s “rich breast and fat hips” on the subway, and a passer-by saw the scorn of the name of the book. He might be thinking, “this man is not ashamed to see the small yellow book in public,” and once again he was in the teacher’s lounge with “hope forever.” Far away, “a teacher looked at him and glanced at the title of the book and mocked it.
Everyone has many different memories in the memory of the Dragon Boat Festival. Lan Lan’s memory of the Dragon Boat Festival persisted in the summer of childhood. Perhaps in childhood memories, there is no family reunion Dragon Boat Festival. In that Dragon Boat Festival, there are only brothers and her parents. Holidays are the busiest time of year when parents go to the countryside to perform.
The Dragon Boat Festival returns to the countryside, the Castle Peak is still in, the old house rises the new building. In my impression, the old house is broad and old. It carries too much happiness and romance of our childhood. Even if a piece of tile is broken, the rain is leaking, the dripping basin is ticking, and we can also stir up our endless laughter. On New Year’s Eve, grandma will raise the broom and sweep away the spider silk in the corner. Grandpa will hang up the rack.
One of the shrimps I raised died. Two months and 08 days. The shrimp I went to the country to eat with my friends and found it on the next dining table. It was a disposable paper cup, with three shrimps, a small snails, and eight or nine duckweed floating on the surface of the water. It was estimated which little friend had forgotten to take away. I felt very nice and carefully brought the whole cup home. Put them in the fish
What is the simplest and most valuable thing in our life? Thank you for these three words. It is not only polite, but also respectful to others. However, thank you and love for how many times and how many times you love, if you want to be a polite person, you have to say fifteen words often. Thank you, Hello, I’m sorry, goodbye, I was wrong, we, you see, this
Xia Yang had a great and simple dream when he was 8 years old: he killed the lion in the deep woods and traveled around the world with the ashes of his father. Before that, he dreamed of marrying a clever daughter-in-law, giving birth to a lovely baby, building a big brick house, and serving a father with his daughter-in-law’s eldest son. I remember clearly that thirty years ago, he was still a little boy who welcomed life with weakness and tears. In his father’s arms
Familiar with no scenery, beautiful scenery, always seems to be in the distance. In the shallow summer, I return to the weary bird, tell myself, do not pretend to be young, the charming heart, hanging on the beloved ink, slowly looking for the notes for a long time, gently stroll the fragrance of the words, the beautiful and beautiful. Youth falls asleep in spring, summer, autumn and winter, and never wakes up.
One morning in the summer of 2006, he went to the barber’s shop by bike and barked his bicycle in front of the barber’s shop. Riding home, I found the tire was out of gas. I wondered in my mind: why is it so good when I first came here? There’s no way to get a tire patch at the nearby farmers’ market. After checking the car driver, the car tires were cut. What do I ask? He said, “
I was lucky enough to meet a senior man, more than 90 years old, who was very successful in traveling. Talking about the reasons for longevity, the old man smiled and said nothing. One day walking, two confused, you want to know, the inside of the blanket blinks. At the end of the word, go away. Meeting and chatting is always done with laughter and laughter. Hearing me in the clouds, I always do not understand the truth. Anti inverse
Rain in the reverie / Handan Chen Yong smoke and rain in June, the northern summer, sunny cloudy, cloudy rain, wind to stop rain, sometimes thunderstorm just fierce, and sometimes drizzle lingering and sentimental. A flower umbrella, walking alone on the bamboo grove on the green stone board, listening to the drip of rain drops on the umbrella, like a woman who is in love with a sad song, and as if the sad man is telling the lover.
The summer wind blows on the roadside grass, looks at the sky, smiles and runs, and time will make some beautiful things in mind. Efforts are only for meeting better self, in order to become more independent, stronger and more brave. In order to be able to choose more in the future, in order to live the life that I like. “Real possession is a flower that is always in the bottom of your heart, not death,” said Su.
At night a man walks on the sidewalk on the street, ignoring the vibrant mobile phone, and it is so aimless, letting the yellow light of the street pull my shadow long and warm yellow lights on my body. So far, it has been lived for 19 years. The inner perception of oneself is not as good as age but disappointing.
Writing down this title, I can’t calm myself for a long time. I’ve seen such a little thing I’ve seen. On that day, I went out to play with my grandson as usual. In the park, I saw a dozen middle aged and middle-aged people and siege a middle-aged woman. Crowding into the crowd knows that the middle-aged woman’s husband, who was careless in playing the pole, would take care of his one or two year old grandson.
The real fans watch the live broadcast, and the puppet fans listen to the results. I want to be a real fan, but in fact I have been a pseudo fan. The reason is that he is too old to endure the night. For example, Spain and Portugal, I think it would be wonderful, I did a good night’s sleep, and I got up to watch the ball, but I was still in a sweet sleep at two o’clock. Wake up at five and see, 3:3, C rob
“There are thousands of rivers and rivers in the thousand rivers, and there are thousands of miles in the sky.” The former meaning is to compare the thousand rivers to sentient beings, and the moon is the Buddha. As long as this thousand rivers have water, there will be the Buddha nature of the thousand rivers. To see this poem for the first time
The old official is our high school mathematics teacher. We call him the old officer kindly. The old official had a rich face, a faint eyebrow, a very big eye, a high nose, a beep face, a smile that could see the charming dimples, and the chin of the double chin, so we often laughed at him, but I think it was a fact that he must be a handsome young man when he was young. Old officials are old
Burning incense and praying, praying, with light smoke, with light smoke, the fragrance of the dumplings, in the Dragon Boat Racing cry, fluttering up to nine heavy clouds, Qu Yuan’s hair, sword and hair, mouth reciting “Li Sao”, poetry said: Emperor Gao Yang of the Miao, I said Emperor Yue Bo Yong. To bring chastity to Mencius, but to descend by hepgengi. At the beginning of the emperor’s view, he was famous. The name Yu said is regular,
It is the most sincere expectation, the most frank expectation, and the wish to wish… Time is too fast to be afraid of time too fast, and those who want to escape are too slow to escape too slow to fear time too slow and those unthinking worries are indefinitely prolonged… A moonlight is like a water, but a heart is like a mirror.
Unit organization free travel, this is a very good thing to look forward to, but it is such a good thing, the union chairman is still worn out of the lips, ask grandma to worship grandpa’s good words and say a big basket. Mobilizing everyone to participate in activities has become an arduous task for the labor union to work hard and labor. Perhaps in order to take care of the face and mood of the president of the trade union, people who used to live in the house were accustomed to the end.