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.
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.
#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.
(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.
An old cotton-padded jacket (prose) Cao Wenqian recently, the weather turned cold, I turned over the case to find a clothes to add to the autumn, to keep warm, inadvertently, a cotton-padded jacket jumped out. I immediately remembered my old cotton padded jacket when I saw it. It was a cotton padded jacket patched with patches. With the passage of time, many things and stories of the past have disappeared, only in memory.
Who cooks meals is not a problem for parents. It is almost natural that housewives are responsible for cooking. A daughter-in-law who doesn’t cook can be laughed at and despised by others. Therefore, when a daughter is in her mother’s home, she has to learn to cook at an early age, but when her son does not learn to cook, it doesn’t matter. From my memory, I knew that cooking at home was mother’s.
I had two dogs, a dog walking in front of me, with a great deal of money and aloofness; a dog walking behind, as poor as a wash, wagging his tail and begging for mercy. But I don’t like any of them, because I don’t want to walk on the same road with dogs. A dog is a natural loyalist whose status in the eyes of the world is far inferior to that of man. If a servile person is obsessed with flattering him, his master’s position will be established, or
Tour Qingyuan Mountain today is sunny and windy, and coincides with the National Day holiday, is a good day to travel. Our family is happy, not far away, but decided to go to the door of the 5A scenic spot – Qingyuan Mountain. Take a good tour of the beautiful scenery line and feel the grace of Southern Fujian. Early in the morning, we put on a comfortable parent-child dress and got everything ready.
Traveling across the earth in the wind and sunshine seems to be me, one of the roofs of a house in the sky, the trees, the flowers, the plants, the plants, the plants, the plants, the flowers, the flowers, the sun, the sunlight, the holy hand in the sky, the touch of the moon, the sharp head, the guard against the overwhelming clouds and the night. / Nature is so magical and beautiful that there is always a difference Good and evil little sister like tough old men who like handsome guys, always sleep next to them.
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
In recent years, have you found a phenomenon when you go back to the old home in the countryside? Almost all the young people in the countryside go to work in the field, but there are only old people and children in the family. Walking through countless rural roads as a child, I looked around, covered with grasses, and the former green fields of crops had become a thing of the past. In some places, roads are gone because few people walk. And occasionally I can see one.
Time is like a long lane, time falls to the ground, and I do not know how to pick it up. The maple leaves of golden autumn are still flourishing. Can it be further upgraded in beautiful October? Some people have said: spring is too romantic, summer is too passionate, winter is too pale, only autumn is the most suitable for thinking, is the easiest to precipitate thoughts season. Kusano was red and yellow, and time sighed and sighed boundless. Moonlight like
If you don’t want to drink, you won’t blame your drinking. No gentleman’s wine is boring. In spring, the spring breeze looks at the king. There is a thousand cups of wine in wine. A spring breeze reflects the sky red, and the tiger’s life is different. There is a cup of wine in a bosom friend. When should life be joyous? Wine hero
A new day has begun. The sun tore the moon, saved the primitive life from the dungeon in the darkness, and a native grass stretched out on the earth, sparrows waved, sparrows flashed, frogs vomited their tongues, new life, they sucked the dawn beads of dew to fill their hunger With high enthusiasm and full spirit.
The autumn rain dripping down last night, I walk step by step, wandering on the land of Xiangcheng, constantly thriving for the great motherland, development and expansion, hearts and flowers in full bloom, passion, courage, vitality! In October 1st, what a sacred day, because this day is the birthday of our great motherland! The birthday celebration is exactly 69th anniversary, in the east of the world.