When my waves rush to your face and I want to shout your movement but I’m slapped with fans / splashes of water splashing and roaring. Warnings to the invaders must be engraved in my heart / touched by your immense breadth of mind. I seem to be like a spray of foam that only converges on you can fly. Embrace! My heart is strong. Go swimming in the sea and fight
The sky is too blue, all in the sun, this is the first impression of Ann Arbor. (1) Ann Arbor, my daughter’s tutor, in summer, has a pleasant climate, which is a better place for summer vacation than the town I live in. Most of the students went home in time for their daughter’s school vacation, and the daughter’s dormitory was able to accommodate herself and save some money. A few days later, she went to meet the woman.
I do not want to say that suffering is a steep mountain of joy is a smooth road I only think that struggle is a kind of pursuit of progress is a kind of old memories of old age is a rich book young suffering is the flickering characters in the book take advantage of the many young suffering hope in the struggle to spread the future in the painstaking pave
I am a post-80s generation. When the seeds of reform and opening-up took root and sprouted on the land of Shenzhou, I was born in 1984 and had not yet come to this world. It is still a short time for us to experience the reform and opening up. However, as the 80s who were born under the red flag and grew up in the spring breeze, we have been participating in the process of reform and opening up and enjoying the fruits of reform and opening up. In 1988, the CPC Central Committee put forward the implementation of the “vegetable basket” project.
A iron lock is hanging on the door, and the rusty world is raining. Someone rushing away with an umbrella, you leave a shoe for tomorrow. Some of the sunlight fell from the windowsill next door, and some flowers withered. You look at me, I surrender to a sweet osmanthus tree and surrender to the whole autumn. I had walked out of the woods, where the wind was roaring, and some lonely wolves from the north, and we were wandering together. My body
Some people say that no one’s life will be smooth sailing, no matter who you are, there will always be a variety of things. No one who wail at night is not entitled to talk about life. I like this sentence, because tears are always the darling of the night. What is the perfect standard of life? Beyond the face of the people, the distinguished family… The answer is tens of thousands, because everyone.
Since work, the number of returns to the countryside has declined, until later, almost always on New Year’s Day, before returning home to meet their parents. Every time I go home, I look at the cement pole standing at the corner of the door, which has been waiting for my door for more than forty years. Perhaps it is so inconspicuous that every time I neglect its existence, leaving it alone in the wind.
A few days before Xishi Tongue entered Yupan Chinese/Danshui Spring, he saw media reports that the endangered mussel population in Zhanggang, Fuzhou gradually recovered after 32 years and the reserve was initially ready for fishing. Zhanggang sea clam, the precious mistake of Xishitong, will be on the stage of Fujian cuisine again, which makes me fascinated. Zhanghai harbor mussel is formerly known as “clam”. The shell of the mussel is thin and thin.
There should be moonlight tonight. Living in such an environment should be said to be contented, if you do not intentionally care about their glorious image has become very casual, a spacious sportswear can continue to wear, leaving space for the stomach of middle-aged people. Around a hot pot, avoid the chicken, duck and fish inside, looking for a green world, how do you think life can be? Is this happiness, or is it?
Planting a ray of breeze, in the days, buried the hope of the soil, sprinkled the dew of the morning, covered with bright sunshine, open a crystal clear, a flawless white. Believe that such a day, is a simple three meals a day, is the cabin mountainous life, is a breeze pinned on the skirt of a flower, quietly fragrant. There is a clear wind in the moon, a cloud in the air, a leisurely comfort, a contentment is a soil, a smile is a rain.
The wild goose order at dusk. My son shouted in the back seat of his bicycle: Look, many birds in the sky are in front of me. In the crimson west, a line of wild geese are skimming the inclined sun. On the rounded and red background, it looks like a light ink Lishu “one” character. In a twinkling of an eye, it is displayed as a “person” character. Sometimes it is arranged horizontally and gradually distant. The son said, “Dad, they flew away, catch up?”
Youth, there is a song lyrics probably say, my young bird is gone. 25 is the age of youth, not like this, like a slacker in the bed. Just like a pig *, every day, playing Dragon Dragon hand games and games for many years, the time wasted on this is enjoyable, just like a dynasty. Every night, there is no good biological clock. Is everything all right?
For the rest of my life, I don’t want to think about other people’s feelings all the time. I think about home all the time. I just want to finish walking according to my own wishes and in the way I like. It’s good to have you with me. Without you, I’ll finish walking gracefully and brilliantly. Can I remember my marriage just now? I am so innocent. My heart is full of yearning and longing. Think of how to be a virtuous wife, to honor your parents in law, and to give peace to your sister-in-law.
The wheel of time always ruthlessly runs over each of us, and in a twinkling of an eye, 2017 has quietly left. 2017 is a new year for me, because I should say that I am a new comrade, although I was in the same department before the same post, but after all, I also cross-departmental walk for almost a year, so, to return to the post for me is a new comrade.
It has been 10 years since I arrived in Yunnan. 10 years is like a samsara, which brings me back to the origin. 10 years ago, I was like a monk, a man walking alone in the south of Yunnan. I set out from Kunming, along Chenggong, Yuxi, Jiangchuan, Huaning all the way south to Tonghai; Jianshui, Shiping, Yuanjiang to Gejiu, Mengzi, Kaiyuan. Then turn back from Kaiyuan to Luzhou.
Entering the middle-aged and old age, every time I read Cao Cao’s “Tortoise Although Shou”, the poem reads: “Although the tortoise is longevity, there are still unexpected times. The soaps fly by fog and end up in soil ash. There is a long way to go. The martyrs have great hearts in their twilight years. The period of surplus and contraction is not only in heaven, but also in Yongnian. His heart, as if under the weight of a heavy load, fled and soared, the journey of life will be fixed, “the setting sun is infinitely good,
The film “the children of rivers and lakes” tells the story of love and hatred and ups and downs of a man and woman spanning 17 years. In the flood of times, the fate of characters. It is not easy for people to experience and understand the great joys and sorrows, and it is difficult to understand them thoroughly, if they are in the quiet life. Only after a heavy blow to the fate of unprepared fate can we see the warmth and true feelings of the people. Story
Speaking of the Mid-Autumn Festival, people first think of a big and round moon, but tonight is only a rainy night, inevitably some regret. The ancients always pinned their missing feelings on the moon, such as the well-known “look up at the moon, bow their heads homesick”. In fact, I prefer a sentence in Su Shi’s Mid-Autumn Moon: “This life is not a good night, next year where to see the moon?” Yes! In the middle of next year
People far away from home, there is always a soul left in the hometown, which is bound to be recovered and carefully integrated by their own. The road to my hometown is like the lead of a kite, which ties the heartstrings of the wanderers in the distance. The change of the road back to my hometown has engraved a deep branding in my mind. In the late 1970s, traveling from the foot of the Dabie Mountains and embarking on the road to study in Wuhan, I was extremely anxious and anxious.
The folk “lion-playing tent” in Shuixi area of Jishui County, Jiangxi Province, originated from the traditional “lion-lantern festival”, and its form has been far from the ancient traditional “lion-lantern festival”. Lion Lantern Festival is the lion lantern dance, “Tokyo Menghua Record” recorded the “Lion lantern market”, it seems to associate: Lion Lantern Festival such a grand occasion, I am afraid it flourished in the Song Dynasty. In the past, every new year