In one’s life, we always encounter various kinds of bad things. In many cases, misfortune does not come in the name of it. Of course, it’s certainly not a coincidence. I always think, maybe the real bad luck will not come on my head, as if, in the end, it is really just my carelessness. At noon yesterday, I walked down the street with my colleagues. My cell phone is in my wallet, my hand
Wen/Xiao Jinyuan stays in his hometown and cuts a section of plum fragrance to read you. In a simple time, look for a tree of plum fragrance, and sow in your heart the dialogue with Qingfengyulu in the next spring. The branches of the years come and go, twisting a wisp of shallow thoughts, crossing the ferry of time, immortalizing into plum, giving birth to a carved tenderness waiting in the homeland. Meet, logical, do not ask how many flowers blossom, take office that fragrant, fragrant, dyed fragrance
At the end of the year, there are a lot of bars. A few days ago, I drank a lot unexpectedly, and my mind grew dizzy for several days. Just waking up, Professor Shao invited the badminton team to get together at the end of the year, played in the afternoon and drank in the evening. I summarized the team’s gains and losses this year and the performance of each player. I will start from the past to the future, cure the sick and save the people, and pave the way for the new year. Professor Shao is the chairman of our badminton association.
For a long time, I haven’t knocked on the computer late at night and wrote some long and vague articles. I remember last time I was a child. In a twinkling of an eye, I was already a young man. What does this mean? It means to say goodbye to my childhood. No, never say goodbye, you will never go back. But you will grow up eventually. In recent years, I feel like pins and needles, saying that I grew up, but I still have. Some immature, permeate a kind of ____________
Let’s live out the texture of our lives. / How should Liao Chao-ren live his life? Only in this way can we live up to ourselves and others. Different people have different ideas and pursuits at different ages. In youth, we strive for face for our parents, glory for our families, glory for our friends, pride for our partners, scenery for ourselves and external pursuit. But at a certain age, more people turn to self-centeredness.
What are the relatives of seven aunts and eight aunts? The new definition of the new era, which means many, disorderly and miscellaneous, refers to general relatives, occasionally makes people feel like a rare creature with seven mouths and eight tongues. I remember that when I was a child, I liked the Spring Festival best. Not only did I have new clothes to wear, but I also had New Year’s money to collect, and I could eat more abundantly. The atmosphere was also set off by fireworks and firecrackers. Slowly, so thick and year-old Spring Festival has changed.
In fact, I shouldn’t have said that from the time when the winter sun and warmth are sprinkled on the earth, the breath of spring begins to germinate and nurture. This is a kind of soul that needs to be perceived. Because when I am in the sunshine, sunshine, wrapped in winter clothes, trampling on the soft soil and rubbish, this moment, the destined spring girl embryo has been nourished in the mother belly of the earth and the sun. Ground nourishing, growth and development, fetus
To appreciate the New Year’s Eve poem Liang Weishan, our country will call the last day of December every year, New Year’s Eve, “the old year is here, the new year will be changed tomorrow.” So it’s called New Year’s Eve. On New Year’s Eve, Chinese people have the custom of keeping the age of the year from ancient times to the present. They talk about the family’s old and small cofferdams and stay up all night until dawn. This interesting folk custom has attracted the attention and pursuit of countless literati and refined scholars, and left us a lot.
Send up the old and welcome the new (seven absolute four) seven laws. At the beginning of Hai Dynasty, Wen/Miao Qing’s morale is high and sincere. He exorcises demons and greets Kaili spirit. Happy friend Hai Xiangfu, Chixian has taken off unparalleled. Four-line poem with seven characters to a line and a strict tonal pattern and rhyme scheme. Wen/Miao Qing’s new year is not yet in the spring, and they are happy to turn over the page to welcome the new year. Taoist wishes for a good luck year in the breeze. Four-line poem with seven characters to a line and a strict tonal pattern and rhyme scheme. Congratulations to Xinyuan (Pingshui 10)
Xiao Li Puli is a true story that happened in the 1980s. There is a young worker named Xiao Li in the factory. Every day when he comes back from work and passes the street, he always sees an old man crouching around picking up rags. Xiao Li’s heart is very sad. Under the control of compassion, Xiao Li finally got 36 from a month. Sixteen out of five yuan. Five yuan is given to the old man for relief.
Yangge Suixiang Yuqianchun Literature Society Chen Zhongjie Gaoye Lantern Niupigu Bronze Cymbal Village, old and young, repeats the old program year after year, combines the village neighborhood’s local conditions, washes away the year’s hard work, pours out the joy of harvest, dragon lantern, lion paper, dry boat, wooden stilts and five continents of exotic beasts gather together to inspire the hope of the Spring Festival and convey the surging love. Emotion inspires
On New Year’s Eve, thinking deeply about Wen/Handan’s Chen Yong years, leaning against Xuan window to watch the moonlight, watching the cold stars in the sky, competing with the colorful neon on the street, can not help but sink into meditation. Sighing at the shuttle of the years, sighing at the time of one year so that again from the side, think about the past, scenes in the years are old, gradually yellowing, and finally disappeared at the end of tonight, no matter how much I want to retain,
Outside the house, the wind blew wildly all night, and I went ashore in a white dream. My hair is three feet down, and my familiar face is covered by years. The drizzle drifted through the night. My wet hair was full of childhood childishness. Grandma poured a bowl of dumplings into the steaming pot. Grandpa drank a dish of fried peanuts. I was playing with a dog in front of the house. Three cherry trees broke through the line of the drizzle and opened out.
The wind from your heart blows through my hair. The sound of rain left the high building and our appearance was engraved on your skirt. Then, we all use up our lives and love each other. Your name comes back from the horizon like a peach blossom. Wind, continue to blow, is the red earth upside down years, but also the rising sun in the paddy field. A flock of ducks with empty wings, the sunset will only exhaust thousands of times from the night. I want to skip over.
In Love in the Period of Cholera, Marquez tells the story of a young Urbino who has lived abroad for a long time to return to his old Spanish city where he was born. Far away from home, for a long time, the brain will quietly beautify the memory stored about it, or even deviate from it. If the appearance of a family that has lived for more than a decade needs to be changed, it will take more than a dozen or hundreds of days and nights.
Last week, Mr. Brin went to the funeral of an old friend, and there were very few people there. The son of an old friend stood in front of his father’s grave. His eyes were dull, his face was haggard, and his lush cheeks and beards were particularly conspicuous. Mr. Brin walked slowly up with his crutch. The white flowers on his chest were pinned to the pure black dress, which made people feel depressed at first sight. Mr. Brin’s
Years are a journey, they are like dandelion swaying posture, reflecting a period of past events in the wave light, or sad or happy. With the repetition of the past scenes, that kind of direct touch to the soul throughout the body, so that people’s soul shocked, and then like a dressing mirror suddenly broken, so that we have to submit to real life. So, the soul is eager to break the spiritual shackles, and the song of the years begins.
I remember Mr. Lu Xun’s famous saying: “There is no way in the world, and more people will be the way.” Indeed, the road comes from human beings, and the road lies at our feet. Xinjiang is sparsely populated and has inconvenient transportation. The desert and Gobi desert, which are uninhabited, have no way to go. Once they break in, they will lose their way, lose their way and fall into the road of death. Thousands of years ago, in order to open up the Silk Road, many
On New Year’s Eve, I had a bowl of boiled rice and got off the table because I was not feeling well. Open the address book and make a few phone calls. In the past few years, I don’t like to call people on my own initiative, send information to people on my own initiative, or even refuse to call when I feel angry. At first, some friends took the initiative to call, and over time, they gradually alienated themselves. On New Year’s Eve,