If you remember correctly, this is the second time you have read Life. Fortunately, I also want to revisit the charm of Life, but also want to appreciate the life in Life. To be honest, after the first reading, until now, only a few characters’names and an impression of love entanglement, the rest have become a blur. Today, read again, it seems that there is another feeling, now repeat as follows, is a confession to oneself.
Pigs are farmers’ treasure, and every household is indispensable. In the suburban countryside of Shanghai, almost every farmer’s family raises pigs. They earn money by raising pigs, subsidize households, rely on pig manure field, and collect more food, fruits and vegetables. I remember when I was a teenager, there was a thatched house next to my house, most of which were pigsties and half of which were firewood. Mother catches several piglets every year and keeps them in the pigsty. Piglets grow ugly, but
(1) There used to be a habit of writing reading notes and feeling after reading. Later, due to laziness and idleness, this “fine tradition” was lost. Every time I think of it, my heart always feels sour. Today, after reading Shang Jinbao’s masterpiece, Life in Cloth, the idea of writing a post-reading feeling was rekindled. To be honest, this is a kind of review and commemoration of the feeling of writing and reading before, and more importantly, it is also a kind of commemoration of the “
I don’t know how many times after the quarrel, both of them seemed tired and wanted to leave, so they changed the red book into the green one. Ten years of emotions, eight years of marriage, two children, these have not retained the pace of their departure. In fact, they are very well matched, gifted and beautiful, a pair of bizarre people. Still remember how much they loved each other. Girls are beautiful, boys are careful, on girls.
When I was a child, my neighbor had a sister who was very good at housework. She was good at housework, no matter in the field or at home. But she was also very temperamental. I heard that she had fought with the village head. People called him fierce and got good grades. These were all hearsay. Anyway, I liked her very much because I was small and bullied all the time. She would protect me and teach me how to protect myself. At that time, she was my hero.
Often think that time is a good medicine, can let people free, and then unforgettable people or things, in front of time will finally be relieved. In the lane of time, who hasn’t had the time of youth, who hasn’t gone through the confusion of youth, who hasn’t been young and frivolous, who hasn’t gone through the ups and downs of fate? In life, there will always be a person to accompany you to see the scenery, there will always be hands warm your way forward, there will always be a song
After being scolded by his face, she could not help loosening his body’s hand. “Hurry up and roll. “He staggered and waved his fist, and shouted to her again impatiently. It was already past ten at night. There were not many pedestrians on the street, but some restaurants were sitting in front of them, drinking and chatting with diners. She suddenly lost control.
A journey in April 1988 made me have a dream to grow up and become a passer-by. A long time ago, Wuhan was far away from Xinzhou. It takes three days and two nights to go back and forth alone — about 65 kilometers of the journey is the only 107 National Highway “cut off” by the river; there is no bridge on the river, and waiting for the ferry is longer than walking on it.
In the corridor of this fourth-floor apartment, I don’t know whose children are noisy, running, and the voice of the children is a kind of noise. Look at other people’s words on the web, look at the current news, always tell other people’s stories, and have nothing to do with their own. Only then knew that does not relate to oneself, one kind of cold and bright lonely is very deficient. Fast paced life, we always need some adjustment, five flowers eight.
Grasp your beard, rub your eyes, tread the wooden steps of the mountains, cement skid-proof pavement, bow or straighten your chest, shake your hands and feet, the blue sky above your head, in the autumn sea, as if flying clouds and fog, on the azure blue coast, the white clouds float lightly, the mountains are surrounded, cool, the wind blows, to look at the sky and the ground, aftertaste chewing, in Sichuan. The west red maple forest is very happy to have fun. What a charming attraction.
I like to look at you like I look at the snowman in the yard. But in winter, after all, dusk is a little short, I and my snowman can not grieve, everything becomes a dream. It’s so terrible, I can’t hear you calling my name, I can’t hold the pen in my hand, I’m running in the winter without flying. Ah! When I was younger than I was, I was carrying wild spades and hunting tools in the wilderness.
“Dongfeng Night Flowers 1000 trees. More blows, stars like rain. BMW carves the road. Feng Xiao moved, the jade pot turned, and the night fish dragon dance. The moth is covered with snow. Laughter is full of fragrance. But in the crowd once and again, I look for her in vain. Looking back, the man was in the dim lights. ” The Qingyu Case on New Year’s Eve, written by Xin Qiji in the Song Dynasty, is sunny in the warm autumn in the light of the sun and carried by Xin Qiji in the Song Dynasty.
Feel the warmth, warmth, anticipation, indifference, sadness, pain of life as the days go by. Happiness, because living, living can feel life, feel the world all, feel you. Time hidden in the eyes of the years, follow the rotation of the seasons, the rhythm of youth and passion. The time to make dreams come true is called youth, and dreams are stacked paper cranes.
“Is it a fault to like you?” I watched the fallen trees overlapping on both sides of the street, and gradually fulfilled my passing thoughts. Suddenly, the sparks went hand in hand, and this quotation came into being. I found you at a glance in the company of people. I dare not say you are the most beautiful of them, but I dare say you are the most outstanding of them. In memory, the silk is beautiful, and flowers are like silk.
According to my colleagues who pass through the central square every day, there are several plum trees in the square, which are opening vigorously in February and March. I’ve always wanted to see it, but I put it aside because of the busy work or some trivial things. After the Yuanxiao Festival, the weather is getting warmer and warmer. The son of winter vacation starts school. He gets up early to cook for his son. Looking at the time, he remembers the square he has been thinking about.
Don’t let your life see to the end what Liao Chaoguo called the ideal of life, I think it is just a choice of a way of life and state. Everyone from the time of birth to the day of death, all activities are spared no effort to carry out around this goal, the goal is to pursue their own happy life, but because of subjective and objective factors, many people are not fully satisfied. These ones here
It’s been more than ten years since Grandpa left me. The beautiful memories of Grandpa’s time with me have been with me, and what I remember most is Grandpa’s beautiful little garden. Grandpa was a flower lover, and in his spare time he built a small garden in a corner of the courtyard near the wall with branches and wire. Children are always curious and active. When I was seven or eight years old, I ran around and followed Grandpa.
Wipe my eyes, stare at the blue sky, clear sky, wrap a layer of clouds, the autumn high air, sprinkled to the clear earth, birds flying around the clouds, chirping, seemingly inquiring into the sky, I carried my wife, grandchildren, set foot on the land of Huanhuaxi, the park’s green trees shade, water blend, classical and modern The beauty of the shuttle architecture is lost, gradually losing itself, deeply with the garden.
Time is a good machete, like smiling people will be old. Years holding my hand, around the four seasons are in turn. Today, the years will be gone, and the rest of my life will be guarded by its smile. The rest are all riddled with destruction and destruction. Who will understand the desolation of the years? The desolate years are lovers’ hot embrace, which is my lifelong search. Burning, relentless
The second daughter lives in a 30-storey high-rise residential building near Chaoyang Road in Shilibao, Chaoyang District, Beijing. North of the residential area is a complex of two office buildings and three high-rise residential buildings. Three high-rise residential buildings were built in the southern open space this year, blocking the original open view. The three high-rise buildings were not yet completed, and a row of high-rise buildings, one next to the other, had been built.