The heart is like the past, or the Yi Qi, who knows the grain ink and the unseen image. With music and practice, the neighbours will be begged. In the evening, when the bedroom was dry, the passers-by became thinner and the shadow stopped. In order to seek it, the rest of the salty home is the same as my sleep. Russian, I sleep all the same. The Jin and the Dawu, the food, the crowd also then. There is no difference in abducting the child to the Jain. Solid, I
Smile to see your author: Fu Yushan’s bloodshed horror is born with no smile. In addition to breeding evil, it will only spoil the true, the good and the beautiful. So, I would like to smile and treat the windy and rainy world, and more willing to smile to see the sentimental you, even if you completely betrayed me, even the whole world betrayed me. Going forward is my insistence. It is my choice.
My child was born in 00 years and was a member of the about 9000000 national college entrance examination in 2018. Today, he’s the college entrance examination. At 7 o’clock in the morning, watching their car drove steadily out of the school gate, the police car was open, the parents surrounded it, the air had an ear of firecrackers, and the spectacle was so sacred that they were going to go to war at this time.
Recently, “meteor garden” was broadcast on the Tencent. I spent three days watching it. I think there will be a lot of memories to see the play when I grow up, and I will find the adoration of the play when I see it as a child, and think that there will be a lot of different and more profound feelings like looking at the high hand of the dunk. To tell the truth, I think they are old fashioned and still feel this TV play.
The text / blue bridge is in the light of the time. In the vague memory, it is impossible to read the details of it in words. It can only be remembered in the bottom of the heart, the moment of solitude is dependent on the past, and occasionally it will be gently picked up. Suddenly looking back, there is a kind of meeting in the first place to cherish the deep smile. Every encounter, there is always a story, beautiful back full of heart, the interpretation of warm joy. The encounter of love is always
Lotus’s love, I finally planted my thoughts on my balcony. It is not easy to have a load of one’s own. In the spring of the year before, I searched all the stalls selling lotus roots in the vegetable market, found several lotus roots with bud buds, and planted the flower pots carefully and carefully in the flowerpots which were carefully selected and watered every day.
The rain, in the night, lonely flowing into a streamline, whirling a heart – – an inscription of the year, the rain is cut into a channel gully gully the past, pillow music, listen to a heart. Looking through the missing window, what a scene it is with a confused, illusion, and rain curtain. People who often wait for the moon to go away are not able to see the moon.
A young man who has just graduated from school has stepped into the system. It seems to others that it is worth showing off because it has entered the system and is stable. But is it true? A young man is a good man in school and has learned a lot of truth, and what he wants is a true and practical self. When a person does not follow his own nature, he is painful.
Strange things happen in the daytime, the golden sand in the sky, the blue sea tower, the exquisite City People’s head in disorder / ah! How did I encounter such a mirage that appeared and rubbed my eyelids and hastened the sound of Ho Ho laughter from the horizon / I don’t know what I would see so illusory as if everyone sought fame and wealth as a mirage and looked at life fragrance as a mirage.
The film “later on us”, after I read, I felt a bit of heart, the male and the heroine Lin see and Fang Xiaoxiao experienced numerous encounters and countless times of passion, and later, they passed by. After disappointment, Lin Jianqing regained the courage of life and compiled the story of Xiao Xiao and his story into a successful game. One day, the characters in the game Ian and Kylie meet again. he
In the dream… In 2005, because of the sleepiness and late, I ran to the school, looking at the school, watching the teacher still not in the class, the feeling like winning the whole world, putting up a book bag, taking out books, secretly touching a table with a proud smile, quickly coming to the class, with a pencil in front of the students to ask her, the next class should not be together or not together. To go to the toilet, heh heh, the friendship at this moment may all come together.
Ten years like a dream ten years ago in a corner of youth in a corner to think of the future of a trance between the past ten years after a beautiful and green years experience, love, hate, hatred, hatred, life and death, see the years change, change the space and open space again as if time is still staying in that period of youth, bitter and proud indulgence now really I realized that what I missed at that time was less impulse.
When I was a child, I didn’t love this land. The weather was hot, and the adults were scolding them to work in the fields. The scorching sun shone on the top of the head and gradually became heavy. A little bit of sweat, wet and sticky clothes, mechanically standing or squatting, with a hoe or a sickle, is repeatedly repeated, only that the field has no end, and the time is still. In the depression, you hear an adult
There are eight elegance in life: “Qin, chess, book, painting, poem, wine, flower, tea.” In this, I love poetry. If a book is the best makeup artist in a human mind, then reading poetry should be a very elegant mind. For me, reading poetry is a detached self cultivation in a time of impatience. “A poet, a man’s love.” The poet’s language is concise and the thought is holy.
Sitting at the gallery in the garden of GUI Lake Park, the fragrance of the fragrance of cinnamon, the clouds of the sky, the birds flying from the house to the trees, the lotus flower lotus flower in the lotus pond blooming and withering, the children are bouncing around and laughing and playing, this is the real picture of the daze of the grandchildren. . Faced with this dull daily repetition, it seems that we have opened the memory gate.
In the northeast of Nanshan District, there is a beautiful place called Taoyuan. This is where we work, and the land we love. Along with Shenzhen north station, the subway line 5 and line 7 pass through, and the honghualing industrial zone and Nanshan cloud valley have become an entrepreneurial paradise at the airport 20 minutes from the airport.
Tianmu Mountain, the highest mountain in Xinchang, is 996 meters above sea level. There are five or six more than 900 meters above sea level: the most beautiful mountain is on the top of the saddle, “the peak of the rock is high, the sky is nineteen.” The most famous is Tianmu Mountain. Li Bai sings a farewell song. Come to wear the rock nineteen peaks, look up to the eagle’s hovering top, gaze at the cliffs of Qi Song Ling Yun, look at that.
“The past is a dream like a dream, with the cloud water to the heart”, today and a few sisters to the farm finger dig bitter vegetables, walk on the green tree like the countryside road, remember many years old, I am not the kind of very naughty people, but still will be under the river to catch the loach, the tree nest, crawling pea ground to steal the production team beans angle, Go to the orchard of the team and steal fruits, and every time the caregivers find me,
Go to you! Don’t be afraid of cliffs and waterfalls, and don’t be afraid of dangerous currents. Late at night, I am such a river, for fear of wind and rain, for fear of wind and rain. Late at night, your name is like the Big Dipper, hanging high on my sky. For you, I am brave, I am affectionate, I am close to you with the trend of perfect character, you shine your light.
On the way home from work, I rides my bike quickly, and the bus in front stops next to the Taiping Park platform. In order not to hit the pedestrians down from the bus, I slow down in advance. The passengers on the bus didn’t come down the back door quickly, but slowly. When I passed by the back door of the bus, I looked around. A short middle-aged woman is in the back door of a bus.