When, when, when, constantly hitting the window, is a big cock, I do not know when to jump on the windowsill? When do you look at me? In the sunshine, the golden legs appear crystal clear; gorgeous coats are rich and colorful; they lift their heads; they stare at me as if to tell something… Once, a big cock leads a group of chicks. , running freely on the country road, playing
Hongshan village, Hongshan village, Hongshan village, Liang Wei Mountain has a good and bright red mountain village full of poetic and poetic flavor, located in Guangzhou Huadu District ladder Town, at the foot of the prince mountain Forest Park, known as “Guangzhou Jiuzhaigou”, is known as “the most beautiful mountain village of Guangzhou City”. The spring rape blooms in the Hongshan village, the clear and cool summer stream in summer, the paddy fields in autumn, the beautiful lotus pond, the waterwheel, and the drum.
I remember when I was in elementary school, there was an article in the textbook about the window. It was said that there were two beds in a ward and two patients were living. A was living in a bed near the window, and B was on the other side. Every day for a fixed period of time, A spoke to B about the world she saw outside the window. At this time, the boring life of the two people was no longer monotonous. One night, however, a sudden outbreak of symptoms, struggling to click to call a nurse
Two people in a small Radio long, like the left hand hold the right hand even if no longer love, but also choose to follow the life may be again a person you love, but you know that the end is only a passing guest, you still choose to continue to lead your left hand or right hand keep walking down to think about it Happiness has nothing to do with love.
Participating in the 10th Anniversary of the Public Channel highlighted the theme: Growth, public welfare, and people’s livelihood always feel that they are quite suitable as reporters. It may be because they have certain editing skills, word-writing skills, observation skills, and sense of justice… Now. It's stinking again. Maybe everyone’s inner heart wants the community to be passionate, positive, but often present to us.
The solar term of “Li Xia” has passed for three or four days. According to the season, we have already entered the summer threshold. Due to the short spring and cold spring this spring, this spring passed without knowing it. It was slipping away and the real summer had not yet arrived. Most people seemed to be immersed in the spring atmosphere and lived like spring. Shallow summer. Actually, this is people's nostalgia and sadness for spring, only
From this “white-printed incident” of the headmaster of Peking University, we should pay attention to this issue. Should we use it as an endangered rare word? Even the wrong question should not be read. As a country with a rich linguistic resource, it's normal to read typos, because there are still many rare characters in our characters. This is normal. To know
In the course of one's life, things may not be as satisfying as it may be, and there may be joy or loss. It certainly has a series of laughter, but there are also moments of sobbing. Many people spend many times in twists and turns. When you encounter a trough, don't feel frightened by the trough, don't be frustrated, and don't feel depressed; you need to know that the trough is also a landscape of life and a fortune. Hope is disappointing afterwards
A woman who loved painting said, “if one day my husband was a king, I lived in a beautiful palace all my life, with gardens, delicacies, wine, gorgeous clothes, and hundreds of servants.” But I am not allowed to paint anymore, so I would rather be a poor wife, living in a remote area, carrying a picture clip all day long to visit the mountains and rivers.
The countryside in my childhood was very bitter. This bitterness was a distant grandmother story for the modern generation of children. Popsicles and sodas were cold drinks that we had during the summer. The five-dollar popsicle is what I think every day. It's my dream to have a sweet, soda. There is a family in my village who specializes in soft drinks, so I also joined the ranks of selling sodas. that year
In the evening's self-study class, the classroom was quiet and outside the classroom, and the students squatted their necks and looked out of the window. It was like the necks written in Lu Xun’s “Medicine” stretched long enough to look like a lot of ducks. I was pinched by an invisible hand and lifted it up. The uncle who used to clean the toilet turned the outside of the teacher's trash bin upside down. The rubbish fell to the ground and the uncle was in dim light.
One thing that lingered in my heart always wanted to write it out, but I hadn't started writing because I never took up the courage to repent to my mother in heaven. When Mother's Day is approaching, I think it should be written out. This is respect for my mother and it is also a relief to me. That is the story of mothers and grandmothers. Let’s start with the origin of 笤帚疙瘩 。. Probably lived in the last century
In those days, because of the work, the busy days of the day were dark, there was no time, and no life. In addition to working or working all day long, sometimes it took more than a dozen hours in the office and even ten in the evening. I just felt that there were so many things that there was always something that I couldn't deal with, one by one, one after another. It’s just like day after day
Why do you want to write something? Because of anxiety and want to communicate, but also hope to have some resonance with you! Youth, Baidu explained: There is no clear definition. With the definition of politics and humanity changing constantly, not tangled up, and returning home, I feel that I am still a young person, an agitated youth in this era. Briefly introduce yourself: 93-year-old, Sichuanese, domestic key undergraduate students
In the supermarket, an eighty-year-old girl seriously appreciates a stuffed toy from a Barbie doll. She glances at the price and can't put it down. He asked her mother to buy her this toy. She loved it too much. Ragged, dark-skinned mother looks a bit old. My mother's heart is uneasy, which mother does not love her daughter, and she does not want to give her daughter something she likes.
It seems that when the season is changing, it is always easy to think about it, thinking about it in a strange way, just like a child, thinking about why the leaves will grow in the spring? I was thinking about it like I had blinked and passed the winter. However, when I was a child, it was also a coincidence that I had the good fortune to meet two children. They told me of their troubles, their longings, and their longing for me.
"Reality brings me into my life…" The environment created a sentimental me. The quality determines that I have an ordinary heart. I used my resume to write my own growth. I wrote the chapter of my temperament and my own chapters. I followed the trend, and I was drawn to life. Everyone has a story and is the protagonist of the story, regardless of your role in the story, the success of the character
“The Memoirs of Anti-Black Work” by “The Memoirs of the Floating Clan Guo Song” Text/Guo Xiu: The migrant workers and professional workers are owed wages, they have no way to pay their salaries, and there is no way to pay their salaries. How do you conduct a background check on the employer? How to identify black plants, black bosses and black business practices. Was black factory black boss trapped how to solve? This is the accumulation of knowledge, experience and insight. After a few hundred owed money to migrant workers
Dream outside the city to see the officers and men caught the dreams of the husband outside the city dream door, for a long time the car and horses. The pilgrimage to the Tajikistan will catch smoke and dust. The military uniform is not perfect, and the tiger has lost three souls. Pedestrians flee, as if to see God. Dismissed, gently slammed my door. The door was greeted with gratitude. Many words asked about the war, where is Hu Jin? The general was shocked and embarrassed, turning alone. Half a month of fighting, more than 10,000 casualties. body