When 519 meets the 520 text / the number of floating clouds, it blooms Pinellia ternate. A refreshing breath came over in the morning. I can’t believe that a spring like feeling is neither too hot nor too cold. That’s just the right feeling. When 519 meets 520, it turns out to be warm and comfortable in spring. One side of the water and soil. A person’s growing environment creates one’s character, and life experiences change all the time.
Late at night, when a seriously ill person left, black and white impermanence came to pick him up. He asked: “Can you give me a minute more?” Amazingly asked him: “What time do you have for this minute? "The patient replied:" I want to use this last time to look at the sky, look at the place, think about friends and family. If you are lucky, maybe I can see the bloom of a flower."
One by one, the waste recycling workers shouted about their daily walks, and often watched for scrap recycling in the city. When they heard about their hard work and made money, they felt that this was a special feature. One by one inscription on a three-wheeled foot as if walking in the streets and villages to walk high-pitched sounds chanting ear waste recycling to polish every village / not to worry about every spring, summer, autumn and winter rush step by step
Now we really do not know how to live with what kind of attitude. The difference between the present and the previous period of entering the new era is really great. There was no simple and ordinary time, and no competition could hardly be seen. However, today's competition is indispensable, and competition must also be applied to life. Every time I stood in this noisy city I felt strange, but when we walked to the cross
Because of the fear of heights, they used to refuse to fly. Actually, they were not afraid of death because of fear of heights. As evidenced by big data, airplanes have the least probability of accidents in all modes of travel, in other words, they are also the safest. In spite of this, it is still fearful that because of the accidents of other modes of transport, even if there is an accident, there will be no survival for the plane.
Unpredictable, cold and warm, because they do not fall in love with the market, I actually felt in the scenery of the four seasons that flowers and plants a touch of fragrance. I never liked life that seemed to be rough and heavy. It seemed to me to be a bit of a bad one. Just want to live more refined and elegant, will be poetry and painting into the moon, will be woven into a pen and ink. Maybe always, always treating life with
One day, I dreamed of becoming a merry-go-rounder, becoming a hero, a hero, a red feather with a crown cap, a lively hero, a bi-lingual figure, a doll, a bathing, a whirlpool, a light drink, a horse, a river, a watershed, a too-clear, Qingyuan Bridge, a playful game, a playful experience, and a lotus leaf. The lake is just going to punt / play with ants boil water so funny and faint tintin cat circling around me chasing the bees stray into the flower bushes holding the book at the tip of the grass
Every time a hurricane hits the Earth, the sky is always full of smoke and dust. Like the ants are fragmented and untouched. I am deeply indulged here. Everything is normal, but don't repent. Everyone in the future is like a yellow crane, a twisty and tumultuous life dedication and sacrifice. There is no if the love of enemies and hatred you and I return equal to Lei Guanghuo / Do not think that contributing great merit high shock to the Lord ashes no evil
The Hunchun who perceives the lakeside hasn't had time to really go to the countryside to feel the colorful and pleasant spring, and has inadvertently stepped into the rhythm of summer. Every day in a hurry to walk through the market, or past a section of pastoral scenery, but also just fly, the scene outside the car window flashes, leaving only a bit of conjecture in my heart, speculating whether the scenery is like the past experience in the spring scene . Spring flowers from a cluster
When I returned to my hometown, I never saw the kind of dried smoky bag in the past. It induced my impulse to write it. When talking about the dry-smoke bag, most young people today have never seen it. Its composition is very simple. There is a wooden pipe about 20 centimeters to 50 centimeters in length and about 1 centimeter in diameter. There is a copper retort pouch with a quivering neck at the top and a stone smoky mouthpiece at the end. , green, yellow,
One-on-one tour of Xichang Bohai scenic area image [a] 搿搿 开始 began to tell a story of a rare opening revealed to openly dragged the east as if the long shadows in the hands of people as if holding a small woman in his fifties look, also There are three generations of grandchildren and grandchildren. There is no other meaning but to talk about it. Haha play tourism, like a family? Going out,
Night, special peace and quiet. Wind, quietly sent the fragrance, close your eyes, and slowly enjoy the fresh charm. The scent of jasmine blossoms spilled out from the corner. It was warm and comfortable. The jasmine that is accompanied by raindrops is so clear and elegant that it is so fresh and elegant. Pushing the window is far away, and the city in the rain is like a rice paper that is splashed with ink. It is filled with the small town today and
Years of sensationalism, no suicide. One person, one chair, one page of paper, one desk, one pen… With a golden sun, one moon and one shoulder with pure white moonlight, the book is full of feelings of love and love. The warm colors that will inhabit the time will be painted on the branches of the years. From the beauty to the ultimate scenery, the poems and distances on the road of life will be refined. Always like to write ink in the grass smoke,
The hot sun has gone down and the moon has secretly climbed up. After dinner, we were going to watch TV. However, when we saw half, the TV suddenly went black and the headlights went off at the same time. power cut. Everyone was called out from the room by Teacher Zhang. We moved out of the bamboo chair and placed it on the open space on the steps. It just formed an arc and surrounded Professor Zhang in circles. teacher
01 At the end of Ewha Street, there is a lane called Peach Blossom Alley. The road is not very wide. There is also a homestay shop where there is also a house. At first glance, the display of flowers and grass is not neat. Miss Wang's bridal salon is open here. “Hello, welcome.” When you open the wooden door, you will hear the voice of a woman, accompanied by the pear tree closest to the door.
The fortune-telling woman Wang Zengzeng (Yang Zengzeng) is a famous "fortune teller" village. The village is very young and young. Almost everyone has such a few moments. They look for you for a long time, blink and close their eyes and look at this quietly. Then you never speak, but you know how to understand your life experience. After a mysterious battle, you have to do it according to his will. Otherwise it is disrespectful.
I often hear people say that people who are accustomed to using a scissors ruler must be scheming and always take advantage of the cheapness of others. However, he is not only different in character, but also is willing to help others, especially in tailoring. The clothes not only fit and look good but save money and save money. The little tailor shop is always a customer. He not only dresses her for her, but also shrouds for the elderly.
In 1976, our family followed the father who had changed jobs from the Leshan Military Region to the Yanyuan Farming and Animal Husbandry. 4 hours ago, I was lying in my mother's arms. I slept quietly and only heard her mother whisper to me, ''Mei'' arrived.'' When I woke up, I found the truck parked next to a playground. There were several rows of low-lying bungalows around, and there was a gray ash across the center of the playground.
Essay "Silk Baby" "Silk Song" Spring silkworm should not be old, often night and night silk. He cherishes his body and lingers from time to time. – Bao Linghui, a poet of the Northern and Southern Dynasties, was less than half the size of a sesame seed. He slept for a long time and was finally awakened by the spring breeze. It used its hard, small beak and shelled out, dense black larvae, clothed like ants. Full of paper (small larvae called antworms)
Time flies, stormy life, cannabis thorns, how to sum up a "tired" word. It has always been erroneous, wrong, and the wrong story. Cold season blooms, and it has fallen cold. Sometimes silent, silent, not willing to go out, just want to stay bored. Do not want to read and write, to find all kinds of excuses for laziness, bent on a pot of meat. The air was low and my mind was growing