Wen Jiang Guicong, you sat in front of the computer with tears in your eyes, listening to Mr. Jiang Yuheng’s Cheers to the Past and counting the past year. Looking back, it is full of tears – Soul monologue experience has gone through, tears are afraid of what is too late; the efforts are enough, what regrets will there be? Your regret is to see you again and never see you again. A few days ago, there was a reader
On the 28th of the year, four idle people made an appointment with the badminton hall of the Olympic Sports Center, Huashan on sword and the final World War I to win the final championship. The two sides of the competition were Lao Shao and I, Monkey and Sun Tao. Before the contest, the monkeys were very arrogant. They often shouted and gambled a hundred games. When they lost the game, they cashed it on the spot and took it out for a treat. Beautiful monkeys are born gamblers. When they were young, they bought lottery tickets every week for decades.
In December, the hope of winter is planted in the soil of menopause, and becomes full of spring at the speed of zero seconds. 2) On New Year’s Eve, when the house is round with time, the alarm clock gives birth to a spring… ___ Here, Yin Yezi has given you New Year’s greetings!
Today is the last of the twentieth solar terms of the year. It’s cold. It should be the coldest day of the year. After this solar term, it’s time for the spring of the next year. When I was very young, every season, adults would teach children to recite the old ballad: spring sun turns, rain along the river; startle crows, spring equinox dries; clear and busy planting wheat, Grain Rain planting fields.
Also talk about “contentment” and “unsatisfactory” articles / Zhang Qingming (net name Xiao Yueyue) calm and calm, concentrate on leisure products, a close look at Ouyang Dexiang teacher’s “chatting about”contentment”and”unsatisfactory”articles, like a good medicine to wake up the world, let me read the fragrance, benefit a lot, so inspiration, also came out”chatting about “contentment” and “insufficiency”, in order to Xiangwen friends and poetry. They can chew better.
Xinjiang walnut spreads all over the north and south of Tianshan Mountains, with tall and tall banks, umbrella-like crowns and fruitful branches. Especially in Hetian, Southern Xinjiang, walnut cultivation has a long history. There is a beautiful legend about the history of walnut cultivation among local people. It is said that Xuanzang of the Tang Dynasty took sutras from the West and traveled through the desert. He was hungry, thirsty and tired. He suddenly met with a strong wind and passed out in a coma. When I woke up, I found a big tree in front of me. It was full of fruits.
I say goodbye to Golden Pig with my passion to Silver Dog. Eventually you can be embraced in the bosom / brains of the new year, although not so cute, but you really exist / the old go jogging, the new run fast crackling crackling crackling crackling oh! I just wake up when I meet Nian again/Nian is like a thief who steals everybody’s life into a graveyard of withered grass year after year/
Many inland people who have been to Xinjiang think of grapes, xiangli, watermelon, Hami melon and other gourmet snacks such as steamed buns, rice grabs, milk tea, mutton kebabs when they mention Xinjiang, but few people have appreciated Xinjiang’s fish. My wife has worked and lived in Xinjiang for most of her life. Since her illness returned to Shanghai and settled down, she has been unable to get used to the fish in Shanghai and nearby areas. She always feels that there is an unpleasant fishy smell. Over time, she will not.
Is there an emotion that is on the verge of collapse, but greets the light of hope? Is there a life that has been saved by the warm love, and is there such a person who will pull you back into the world when you are about to die? I want to say yes, then such a person is my current wife. In 2008, with the shock of Wenchuan Earthquake, my life also turned in.
Really visited after eating New Year’s Eve dinner, hitting two full burps and stretching a little lazy waist, two hemp and two hemp fascinated eyes/Really Hong Kong flowers at night is a little cold but the year seems to kiss and snore with the air! The family, the unit, the red festival, the bacon, the sausage pierced through the nostrils into the ears, the eyes and eyebrows.
Don’t call me when you see me. I ate one, two, three… Sleeping pill. If they ask me, you can say that I’ve gone with a sudden illness, or that I’ve been depressed and I’ve broken myself. You say the former, because the latter will make you laughed at secretly and make you look up in your friends and relatives. Sorry, I’m sorry for you. Someone said I was mentally ill. Someone else.
Facing the spring breeze, we came back – the engineers who wrote to come home for the Spring Festival to greet the spring breeze and greet the blessings of spring, we came back – people who have worked hard for a year. Hundreds of flowers have withered for a long time, and autumn leaves have fallen as cold as possible. Winter wind can’t disperse the warmth of sunshine, and the sorrow of parting can’t hide the feeling of missing. This year, bathed in the festival atmosphere, bathed in the warmth of sunshine
Older people go to bed early, but sleep less, often after waking up, do not want to sleep, a person sitting in the time, pouring a small cup (earthcannon) of their own formula soaked in the home rice wine for more than ten years, in terms of color, dare to compare with thousands of yuan or even tens of thousands of yuan of imported red wine, on the taste, it has its own merits. Sitting in time, quietly tasting wine, quietly looking at the soot
The scenery renders the broken bridge outside the post, and the stream is still clear, despite the millennia of wind and rain, and the millennia of frost, snow and moon. However, seeing the details under the broken bridge, I can not help but ask myself: can the mind still be so clear and deep, and can it still resonate with that lonely and solitary artistic conception? Whether the mood is still able to choose between forgetting and forgetting, whether
 When I found her, she was sitting at the window of a fast-food restaurant, unconscious of my approach. Of course, that was my illusion just now, because the next second she said, “I’m hungry, I want to eat hamburgers, two. You go and buy it. If this scene is not one that I am already familiar with and will not ask again, I will immediately turn around and return. But I still have to admit that,
Title: Send leaflets author: Gu Zhanhong Xiaoming said, “Staff, you continue to work hard to distribute leaflets.” Employee A said, “They will throw it away as soon as they take it. They won’t look at it at all.” Employee B said, “I don’t think it works well to distribute leaflets like this. No attraction.” Xiao Ming said, “If there is no attraction, how can it be attractive?” Employee B said, “Looking at gender, for men,
Title: Xiaoming Military Master’s Author: Gu Zhanhong’s acting activities began. The present era is a certain dynasty, which took place in a certain place. Xiao Ming, who plays a military division, said, “When dealing with enemies, we must use powerful weapons, and what is more powerful than guns, that is, knives. Why do we put knives in front of guns? Because the knife is more powerful. It’s like in the future, in the 21st century, there are
Winter is not over, spring has written / Ziyun smoke is deep in winter, but outside the window, the sunshine is very good. Warm sunshine, through the window glass, falls on the table. The traces of winter have faded a lot. A window, you can shield the cold and north wind outside the window, warm sunshine, have a good mood to make tea, read, listen to music. Outside the window, occasionally the sound of children’s firecrackers came, telling us that in the middle of winter, the twelfth month, the New Year.