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.
Let’s welcome the Mid Autumn Festival. Year after year is similar, age is different. Time is a river that never stops. Life is a song that can never be sung. No matter how many grievances, helplessness and loss, or let life push, force or even tie to walk, finally came to today, saw the full moon on August 15. Life is not easy, life is declining, living is a kind of success, to their own lives to clean up, to their own
I haven’t seen the advertisement of 39 dermatitis for a long time. Sanmao hung pot to save the world, with their own self-mockery of the three-legged cat’s efforts to heal many people, or in the desert outside the ocean. As her husband, Josie was frightened every time she got sick and saved people. Usually at the critical moment, Josie appeared and stopped Sanmao. I do not have the ability to save three hair medicine. The first to save lives
We have a mute village, in fact, I do not want to call this, although there is no discriminatory taste, but it always attributed to more sense of playfulness, in my opinion, the word “mute” in the same word as “road big” more derogatory than praise. But people always call me that, and I have to call it that, or else they’ll say I’m special, and people like to say that now. When I was very young, I was very big.
“Neijing – Su Wen – Ling LAN Mi Dian theory” said: “the heart, the monarch’s official also, the divine spirit comes out.” When the Lord is clear, he will be at peace, so that he can keep fit and live long. He will never die. He thinks that the world will be prosperous, and the twelve official organs will be in danger if the Lord is not clear, which makes the road blocked and blocked, and the shape will be seriously injured. In order to maintain health, we should consider that the world is in danger.
There is a kind of companionship, which is a way of communicating with each other. There is a kind of youth, is no regrets of choice, irrelevant to right and wrong, experienced, is life. The inscription caters to the heart of the early autumn, and goes through the next crossroads. Suddenly, this autumn, the inexplicable loneliness comes to mind. From time to time, the air is filled with the smell of the last summer, but I don’t know the petal rain.
Night, a dream, light fallow rain, may be the last dream. Listen to the whisper. Even the cool rain, but also let the wind chimes, night language, swaying swing, blow down the windowsill paper crane. Ask the distant dream, the lantern on the floating Road, a drifting bottle, let the dream wander silently. A drop of rain falls from the fingertips. Luckily, it is the best dream. Maybe it can only be heard in dreams.
In recent years, Jintang County has continuously deepened the construction of rural spiritual civilization and accelerated the construction of rural spiritual civilization. Step up efforts to improve the rural environment and promote the socialist core
People’s life, old age, sickness and death has been a great topic since ancient times. It is still too early to talk about life and death for a young man of twenty-eight years of age. But today, at this very moment, I want to talk to you about the heavy topic of life and death. I have mentioned the question of life and death in many articles, basically all of them have been written without serious in-depth exploration. After watching one.
Qiandao Lake is the young woman in my dream. She is full and mature. It often drives me to my dreams, not myself. On April 20th, I finally got my wish. We agreed to embrace each other in Chunan. She is hiding in the hinterland of the Yangtze River Delta, between the ravines and gullies of Chunan County, and is the back garden of Hangzhou. This is not her place. For thousands of years, only Xin’An river is here.
(Reading; “The Buddha’s view of saving the world”) More and more, but also want to have an introduction; “return to the infinite amount of greed and affection, accumulate wealth,” capital is assets, is tangible material; wealth is money. Money and so on. Accumulate wealth, earn money desperately, earn and earn more, have more want to have. Nan Huaijin once said a word in “The Buddha’s View of Ji Shi” that Mr. Nan Huanjin said, “I was an official myself.
These two days are on the National Day holiday. The weather is exceptionally good. Bathed in the golden sunshine, quietly sucking the fragrance of Osmanthus fragrans in the air, blowing the warm autumn wind, you will have a sense of relaxation and ease. As long as you walk into nature, you can see the autumn autumn scenery everywhere. Autumn is colourful, and sometimes you wonder at its amazing work.
#NAME? On the rocky horns mangrove scenic spot author / Zhang Ziyao Jiangshan Peninsula, see Beilun estuary, undersea mangrove. Green, red calyx fresh, colorful garden. The water birds are flying around, the fishing fish are set together. The mountains are picturesque and the wonders of the countryside are seen. Hai Bi Yun white sky blue, Dan flower Yushu, clean worry. It’s time to pick up fishing shells and go deep into the red forest. The surging clouds are full of green hills.
In the evening of summer vacation, my wife and I went for a walk by the river near our hometown village. Suddenly we saw some lovely dolls herding cattle. They rode on the back of the cattle leisurely and looked at the sunset. They really had the poetic and picturesque feeling of “the shepherd boy riding the cattle, singing loudly in the woods”. Speaking of cattle, I feel the same way. I grew up in the countryside, often in the early morning or evening to the village hillside cattle grazing, many of my poetry and English words are in the
People always don’t want to mention sad past. The more reluctant to touch, the easier it is to get hurt. The mood is very difficult to disguise, especially for people who usually go straight and blurry, but also can not hide happiness, sadness. People tend to become more vulnerable as they get older and savor the world. Often, as long as they have a little bit of foresight, they carry out “landslide demonstrations” and extraordinary associations.
That year, I went to grade two. I was born to play badly, even in junior high school, but also did not change the habit of primary school – do not take learning seriously. It can be said that in addition to class teacher and math teacher’s extracurricular, other classes I have been over. Every day I spend a lot of time hanging around and wasting my youth. I never had any idea of “going forward” in my mind. The academic record is not good. Over 50 students are usually 30.
Seeing words like mine, I don’t know if you are in the front line or in the rear at this moment. Time can’t give you a chance to think slowly. Every time I talk to you, it seems hasty. I do not know who will cut the rain. At this time, do you remember the four seasons you went through in the position of Reneng, whether you remember the colleagues who fought together, whether you remember the leadership’s advice and care. Even more, in the letter