This summer vacation, I have the honor to become a member of the China Ocean University Qingdao Southern District Disabled Persons Employment Investigation Team, participated in China Ocean University students “three to the countryside” summer social practice activities. In the twinkling of an eye, seven days of three rural activities have been successfully concluded. It was not a long time, but it left us too much, much of which deserved to be settled.
I am an ordinary person, a member of the general public. Born in heaven and earth, curious about all things in heaven and earth. Flower fragrance, two green grass, three trees are the magic I once pursued; parents, lovers, partners, teachers are the source of my peace of mind; love, friendship, family love is the source of my happiness and misfortune. These are, like me, I am one of you. Substance and essence
In Yinchuan, we went to the Helan mountain with seven tourists from different regions, looking far away from the Helan mountain, which was almost made up of rocks. No green gave a solid and upright feeling, and the Helan mountain was Inner Mongolia. At the foot of the Helan mountain, a small area is fragmentary with some crushed stone, and the small, yellowish green grass is grown, and the weak form gives people a dry feeling.
Here I have my dream and the opportunity to develop their own platform and space; here I have like-minded literary and art teachers and friends. Thank you for the support of the teachers and friends of the platform! Here I wish every one of my like-minded friends, thank you for your company! It was your support and company that made me more confident and focused.
Cloud-like thoughts, float over and over, and eventually fall into my palm. Gorgeous as neon clouds, mournful as morning mist. I can see you clearly, you can see me clearly, we are on the same horizon, have different dreams, my dreams are white as flowers, your dreams can be like sunset. I think you have a disease here, there is no medicine for the medicine. Just, I do not know, the distance you to me what kind of thoughts. When you remember me or not
The 10-day trip to the countryside is over, and I’m really impressed by the short 10 days. In the goofy practice team, I joined the life group and the support group. The teaching group arranged for me to teach ideological guidance and interesting language. This is my first time as a teacher, standing on the podium to give lectures to so many students. Although I have fewer classes, I have every class.
The wind blows the flowers and leaves a fragrance. Time flies between my eyes and brows, and Shao Hua turns yellow. The vagueness is the years of walking past, only with the deepest love with no heart, the most innocent time, meet that deep heart, listen to the person a first deep love singing, read the text of a text drunk, watching him repeated I gradually follow the familiar movements. The heart flew into his harbour
Last night there was always no motivation to write a diary. After some struggle, I finally wrote a few or gave up. I woke up in the middle of the night feeling very uneasy, there is a feeling of a thousand fingers, and then really can not sleep to sit up and write a diary to fill today. After thinking about it, I decided to write it by hand, and I was not afraid to fill it up the next day. Look at my remedies and start my heart
Have you ever dared to love, dared to hate, dared to love, dared not to love again, dared you ever put down everything to pursue your dream, dared you ever wait for a person now, have you ever put down your past and headed for your future? But the rebellious character has led you to the devil’s path. You want to join the crowd to welcome you.
Roaming in the words of love, picking up a trace of green, in the beautiful flowers, in the quiet thinking of rain. The sadness that can’t be pushed aside, the happiness that can’t be held is like the flower of March, with the faint scent of shame, but the mind of the heart is not forgotten. Like with the green grass, cut a silhouette, like my dream of ebb and flow in the clouds. You are the same.
We are eager to grow up and think the world will be beautiful when we grow up. When we grow up slowly, we find that there is no fairy tale in the world when we grow up. We gradually recognize love, but gradually separated from family. From the day we learned to walk, our closest people were our relatives. We jumped to our parents and told them what happened in the kindergarten one day. It was handed over today
Whether information overflows the Internet has reduced information asymmetry, but the Internet does not deny it, but the Internet has indeed promoted the spread of various information. The information that really helps you is always hidden in all kinds of noise. We often lose the way parents learn to use WeChat in the huge stream of information and often forward some false news from In this respect, the Internet has shortened the space between people.
What a white night, the light is so bright, white walls, white screens, white everything, are shining in your eyes. You are intoxicated to appreciate, you are intoxicated to devote, like to appreciate a realistic oil painting, with eyes in the description, with eyes in the description. You see the beauty of the mountains, the beauty of the mountains, the beauty of the mountains. You are like melting into the beautiful landscape, tasting the beauty of the mountain, you see the sky
In this world, you are so close to me, and so far away, only a green hill, a green water distance, but blocked my heart and your breathing. If you can, please wait for me in the coming life, wait for me to join you in the time to convert to us; if you can, please hold my hand and go through the watch of this world, and touch the blue and blue sky that belongs to me and you. – the inscription is not that.
2018-08-06 experienced a sense of experience for more than 60 years of wind and rain, through the ups and downs, only to know the peace is good; have the pain to know the health is good; tasted the sweet and sweet, to know the smooth and good; met the satire, only to know frankly good; the rise and fall, the knowledge is good; ponder, only to learn to muddle the best. It’s impossible to be happy with everything in your life, so long as you can be open and open to everything.
On the side of the path, the lovers’ expression of laughter, I do not know how many single people envied the number of bachelors. There is always one of the colorful colors in front of the shop. There is always a family you love, the street lamp is running, the old man who goes for a walk, the children who go to learn the dance, all meet in the flourishing and the shoulder is in the sea of people. Busy people go home, the bus has not arrived, wait, look at a strange and tired face, perhaps also busy
This night is especially long tonight is a towering mountain, or a boundless River, let the time so silent, let the distance longer distance longer lotus open and thank, thanks again and open some miss not to say that the rain wet heartbeat is often quiet hot in the moon wandering in the bright passing of the moon, parting The yearning flowed through the sadness of the whole city again and again
In spite of unwillingness to admit it, it was still depraved. What happened in the period from a girl who was overjoyed at a few books on his stall to be happy, to the greasy mother who had been lost in stature. The life form without goal is walking along with the corpse, but I have been walking for many years. Though reluctant to speak, these years have turned themselves into a hedgehog.
“Choose a city to end the old, meet a white head” on that day to read this sentence, heart ripples, some sympathy, indeed, we all the life hard to seek, is not just a company to accompany themselves, through the wind and rain, together slowly old people? Holding each other’s hands, seeing the water and water together, reading the thick book of life together, through the waste of countless, slowly will see through the life, even if the appearance of the twilight, still cherish each other,
A little cottage next to the school’s ten square meters became my daughter’s new home. Simple clothes and books, and a few small plants that we carry with us, constitute our simple and warm home. The new home is not far from the office, turning around the garbage dump at the intersection can be seen, each passing through, holding the breath, full of eyes and vegetables, filled with thick and thick fruits and vegetables.