Dislike his own author: the sun hates himself, and gives the world to the moon; Fu Yushan hates himself on a sunny day and gives the world to the wind and rain; he hates himself in the summer and gives the world to the winter. When do you hate yourself, will you give me the world? And I’m really going to accept everything you have! I hate myself, I really want to entrust myself to you, but you even
Wen | Dong Dong got up one morning one month ago and suddenly felt a scratch on his finger. He thought it was a mosquito bite. He didn’t pay much attention to it. A week later, a lot of itching was found in the hands, accompanied by a layer of small blisters. I always like to exercise, and usually pay attention to exercise, so six years since the work, despite the year, the body also said the past, so this hand on a little blisters, no point at all.
Fu Yushan, a sorghum writer for the next life: really, I want to dress up with some decent words, but every time I look at you and look at you, how are all those words forgotten? I wonder if my feelings for you are not pure enough? Perhaps you are a sorghum, a common sorghum ignored it? I’ve turned all my thoughts over,
In mid August 2010, he broke his waist careless and caused a relapse of lumbago. At the beginning of his illness, he could still walk. For second days, he even had difficulty walking. He could only stay at home. Sitting on the sofa watching TV, one can not stand up, hands supporting both legs, slowly stand up, waist is not straight. Fortunately, her daughter bought a waist strap a few years ago, but now she has used it on the waist, and is very strong.
Learning is not very good, so the second school dropout, if I do not regret after asking me, I want to say: if, if I study well, I will regret, but I do not learn well, learning is also white learning, I do not regret it! I am just a little more easy-going in Chinese, and mathematics is simply unable to pull out the excrement. If you continue to go to school, it will only cost your mother money and shame the teacher. It seems to me that it’s called “self-knowledge”.
Night, quietly, listen to the whisper of summer Nightingale, and ride in the clouds of this dream, I would like to paint your picture. Counting the stars in the sky, silently praying in the bottom of my heart, falling a tear, why am I crying? By the moonlight tonight, I will keep the fireworks in my dreams, light the lanterns in the leaf tips secretly, drag your footprints in your dreams, and draw your dimples. The wish of every grass
I don’t know the true face of Mount Lu, only in this mountain. Many times in life, we lose ourselves, overestimate or lose confidence, unwilling to easily analyze ourselves, and unwilling to ignore other people’s feelings. Even if it is wrong, most people will be like Ah Q, and they say “son beat Lao Tzu”. In a superior environment, we may be high above ourselves and never realize that we still have shortcomings.
Not long ago, a pot of Aloe Vera was picked up beside the garbage dump. This guy thrive so much that he cracks the soil in the plastic basin. Look at the color of the soil for a long time without watering, but surprisingly, their posture is still full and moving. In this way, I led them through the door, then dredged them, divided them, planted them in the basin, and placed them in front of the window. Water over the root of the water,
The tiger and the tiger are two little meow. The king’s white hair is mixed with black stripes. Because of the perennially entrenched in the canteen and the kitchen, and the most happy use of the Tiger flutter, and a mother, I “named” the “king of the tiger” and “the tiger king”. At the beginning of the founding of the project, there was no cat. The huge project department can be sinned! On the beam
In secluded and dark nights, most people turn into wolves. Once, gentlemen and English gentlemen asked me, “have you ever seen a wolf?” I answered, “I’ve only seen the wolf from afar. It’s on the Tashi Reservoir at the foot of Mount Chaihuer. It looks a bit like a dog. It seems to be bigger than an ordinary dog. But the distance has not been seen
Mr. Shi Ying talked about the meaning of struggle. Once, Mr. Shi asked me, “do you know what is hard work?” I laughed and said, “these two words are very simple, that is, to fight and fight. When people are in danger, they have to struggle to survive. If they give up, they may fall down.” Mr. Shi Ying smiled and nodded. “You’re right, but it’s a little simple. In fact, two words in my eyes
Warning, warning, warning, hula, from web pages, from WeChat, from QQ, from various platforms, wow! A high temperature orange warning came out, barbecue mode opened. Woo! This is the opening: the barbecue mode, the summer, with the season carbon fire, burning heat, hot and hot, from the sun, fireball like burning, burst, sweeping the whole summer, burying the fire, hot people.
One day before the holiday, I got bird’s nest and gave him an excuse for rubbing it off. “It’s too expensive.” Where did he always ask? How much? I want to pay the money to Linxiang. Lin Xiang opened the door and ran away. Ha ha, finally gave him the trouble of human kindness. Lin Xiang smiled very happily, and his mobile phone was used with ease. The function of the bird’s nest is obvious. At the annual meeting, colleagues complimented the ladies on their proper maintenance and good skin.
I can’t think of the size of the world outside the window. I know that it must be startling. The water from the horizon comes from the fine sand on the vast expanse of land, and how the world in the sand is going to be lonely, serene, vast and lonely. I stood up and pinched a wisp of sand, my hand loosened, it drifted faster, and when I opened it there was only a little golden and a little wet in the palm of my hand.
A mobile phone is difficult to use, and it is difficult to use a mobile phone. H is a young university student in his brain. At that time, in order to achieve sports standards, Lin Xiang exercised in the morning and evening, but 800 meters and solid ball how can not pass, all day long grief.
Remember the day is always slow, when I was young, I would wake up early in the morning and smell the rice porridge with a hot pot. After years, I still remember, still lingering on the lips and teeth. Slowly, the grain of fire that interacts with water can be transformed and sprays up naturally. Satisfy your sense of smell and naturally arouse your desire for taste buds. So one by one turned up and got up, adding more bustle to the plain life.
Yesterday’s rain can find clues on the moist earth, the wind is swaying among the leaves, the white clouds float in the blue sky, the years run on the calendar, and the footsteps of the August and the moon are the same. We have no time to get lost. The complexity of human relationships, the complexity of things, and the clamour of disputes, the one-sided knowledge and the confinement of thought.
The native land of the Central Plains, the northern the Yellow River of the song capital of Bian Jing, the Silk Road in the West and Zhengzhou, from the eight scenery of the emperor of the ancient emperors, seven Wan dragon arches, the night tour of the Kaifeng River, and the light of the day. Drums and drums, beautiful dance sleeves. Thousands of people cast their glasses on the bow of the ship to recite the prosperity of the Song Dynasty.
The happy summer of world peace is a season of scorching sun and hot summer. It is the busiest season for fruit and farmer’s big brother. It is also the most sad and busy season for the people in the city. Summer is the happiest season for teenagers. Because the summer holidays in schools, they are like the birds released from the cage. They are free. They can enjoy themselves.
In summer, the bamboo forest is a good place to calm down the heart. Then, in the summer of summer, let us put our ears together, wipe our hearts and listen to the sound of bamboo and sea. In the early morning, the vibrant bamboo groves were full of fragrance, and sunlight fell from the gaps in the bamboo grove. Suddenly, the quiet of the bamboo grove was broken by a few beautiful fantasy songs of birds, and suddenly there was no noise, no peace.