Seeing people coming and going, my heart tightened, tiptoed, in the sea of people, panic to find his shadow. All memories, as if they were sinking in old dreams? Flickering… “How do you look at the warehouse? Why do you always feel so much when you look at Ta when you eat? Have you never been so kind to me? I smiled, affecting my mouth.
It’s time for my son to go to seventh grade, Wu Xiande / Wen Kaixue. When he mentioned that his son was studying in Zhengzhou, my father had a stomach full of bitter water. My hometown is located in a remote and backward mountain area of Gushi County in the Dabie Mountains of Southern Henan Province. It is a poor mountain area with a lot of people and little land. In the 1950s, 1960s, 1970s, 1980s and 1990s, there was still a traffic jam, and my family lived in Adobe grass.
The White Dew is not on the top of the sun, and the drizzle wakes up the half waist cicada. The swallow finches foraging to the nest. The hills lie in clouds and rain in summer. Because of the Heavenly Kingdom of Wolong, the ancient town of white gauze resembles the heavenly palace. In the dragon pond, there are two flying wings. The tortoise probe looks at the rising sun, and the Xianju small building is in Yangshuo. Kirin mountain and beyond Taoyuan, only beautiful ladies can join hands.
Hero City Nanchang is my birthplace. Here I have had a difficult childhood, a turbulent teenager, an inspiring youth, and a mature middle age. During this period, it experienced the development stages of the Great Leap Forward, the Great Famine, the Cultural Revolution, the uphill and rural areas, the overthrow of the Gang of Four, the reform and opening up, the revitalization of China and the realization of the Chinese dream. Experienced students, educated youth, teachers and many other identity changes. On this land
Good evening, dear teachers and dear students. Today is my first day at Fang Zi school. When I walked into this school. I was shocked by all my classmates’ actions. Everyone was very excited as to see the townsman in a different place. Warm welcome, applause: “I love you, Zheng Gang Xin. Welcome to the big family of Fang Zi girls school. Welcome and welcome! Zheng g Xin I
Hi! Hello, another day of hope! End! Time, just between the drips, are you still in the original place, year after year, do you achieve a small goal of your own, whether you have realized your dream, and whether it has been achieved, the ta? The seasons never stop. Maybe we haven’t changed much. Maybe we’re still doing the same thing. Maybe we’re still feeling the same way.
Lin Jie was a rural woman I met when I was in hospital that year. The meeting between people is a karma. There is no meeting and separation without any reason. It’s not the first time I’ve ever had an acute attack of intestinal adhesions. Several instruments have been used in the local hospital to find out the cause, and I’ve been in a coma. Later, he transferred to the people’s Hospital of one hundred miles away.
Sleep… When I opened my eyes again, I saw a pure white around me. I felt my body floating up and down. Mingming has nothing but a solid background, but I feel at ease because a soft magnetic field lifts me up gently. Suddenly, the pure white surrounding the universe; I see planets, stars, galaxies, constellations, aliens… I am addicted to
At the foot of the lush hill there is a village where there is a 41-year-old single car elder brother. Because he is black, fat, bearded, and loves to run on the hill, he looks like an imagined duke, so people give him a nickname “duke” and he is happy to accept this “nickname”. It is said that Yu Gong’s father was originally from the army, which became his life to show off the capital and talk after dinner, but this can not support one.
Wen / Kangjide harvested a busy autumn green, returned to his hometown after harvesting wheat, and his parents to discuss the border area watering the flowers of the motherland. Some people say that the furthest distance in the world is between life and death. Others say that the furthest distance in the world is when two people who love each other can’t be together. In fact, in this materialistic and impetuous society, I personally think that the furthest distance in the world is the distance between ideal and reality.
Wen / Kangjide, a public name or space, has been booming in popularity recently, thanks to Xinjiang, where Xinjiang continues. If you like writing, please pay attention to my public number: Kangjide, regularly push one article every day, pay attention to Xinjiang, pay attention to Kangjide. The impression of Xinjiang starts from the 13 day Urumqi train, because that is my first time to come near. You can imagine being alone.
If tomorrow is going to live on an isolated island, it will always leave the present life. Take away the three things I have, what I will take away, and maybe I choose to take away the three most important things in my life. Although there are only three things, I will continue to live, and have confidence that life is better than imagination. But how much do I have in real life? I never check.
Everyone comes into the world, as long as they live between heaven and earth, there is a reason for existence, no need for human praise and derogation, this is the premise of human beings, only to establish a strong will, confidence, forever full of envy of themselves, in order to make life better, wander one spring after another, blue out of the golden coast. After all, the fixation of life is not as good as ten, eight or nine.
In the light of the after-dinner table, I listened again to her frequent, commonplace and eloquent monologue, and though she was so smug with self-righteousness, it seemed difficult for me to suddenly realize that she was in a very difficult confusion. “Oh, you are an economist, my great professor friend.
At noon on June 24, 2011, my wife and I arrived at Shanghai Hongqiao Airport more than two hours ahead of schedule to take the Southern Airlines flight to Urumqi at 2:15. Ann picked up, checked her luggage, checked in, and quickly entered the waiting hall. After more than an hour, according to the original time, queue up for boarding, into the hangar, sit in a designated seat, waiting for take-off. We secretly congratulate this time.
WeChat is a virtual social platform. In WeChat, there is a building group set up. Therefore, many groups of friends, with their own hobbies, set up a variety of WeChat group. Such as: singing group, dance group, calligraphy group, chat group and so on. At this time, I also kept up with the trend and set up a happy chat group. I am a piano teacher. When I introduce a group of friends, I love music. A short day
Wen / Cong WeChat bought tickets for half a day at home, clothes and shoes packed with suitcases. At the weekend, the police station was rested. The political examination form and no criminal record could not be dealt with. However, in a hurry of time, the police station was handed over to my brother on Monday. I set out first. A few meters out, and eventually feel inappropriate, thinking before and after, I realized that did not bring Lin Qingxuan prose and Marquez “Hundred Years of Solitude.” No matter where I go, this is all I can’t do.
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The finger fireworks, only wait for the silver to shine the beauty, the word dyes lonely, knows that the writing is elegant. Qin Xin invited snow to play the fragrance of plum blossoms outside the post, and the breeze swept the moon. Circuitous and broken goose is always sad and autumn. Sorrow for the autumn water, how many yellow sails can’t bear the sick bone of love, idle look at the green mountains, how many birds can’t sing endlessly in the spring. Who, who counted the autumn leaves, who only picked up the yellow flowers, picked up the fragrance of flowers.