Love book owners say Liang Weishan is not fond of much, one is fond of green bamboo, the bamboo is not rich, not open, green and elegant; two is the love and friends party, occasionally a few cups of wine, there is no mass, is not a good wine, and three is not smoking, nor cats and dogs, books, and books. It is not necessary to read books without urination, and to raise books is to say something. The key to a book is one
The hot summer day has gone to us. From the moment the sun rises in the morning, it falls into your windowsill. When you see it, you can feel a warm embrace to you. Since it is so warm, don’t hurt it too much, give it a big square response. Spring sowing, summer labor, autumn harvest, winter enjoyment. When you start learning something that you never touched, it’s like spring.
I love lotus flowers only like lotus, you live in the season but live in the flowers, but they do not love her. You believe it or not. Sometimes I hide in the humble place to look up to you. Sometimes I feel tired in my dreams and enjoy your beauty in the dream and the story of your life is just the eternal and reality of the dream. But in the instant, I love you for a lifetime.
I don’t know when my heart is empty, I’m worried all day, and I’m rushing… I do not know where I am, my heart is sad, my brain is dying, my memory is gone. I wonder if there is any peace at that moment. I wonder if the sun will rise in the East and become the eternal light in my heart. Look forward to, always in the years passing, disappear.
Childhood is always beautiful, at that time we were so naive and naive. Friendship once was beautiful and also remembered. In the past, we had what we said, regardless of the next seconds, whether we would hurt each other. Because it was the most innocent of us at the most innocent age. When I was young, I often forgot to go home, and I would be glad to see it raining or snowing.
That year he is eighteen, she is seventeen, and she is seventeen from high school, she is the study hegemony, he is a study slag, he likes her never to dare to declare, that year he did not go to university, she went to the ideal university with excellent results, he went to Tibet in the army that year, she went to the south to study, the South and the north, they separated thousands of miles. They In exchange of letters, he told her the scenery of the motherland’s frontier, and she told him about it.
One earth, five oceans, seven continents, 224 countries, 10 billion 700 million people, the great world, fortunately met you, my dearest children. Whenever you say hello to me sweetly, every time you see your lovely face, all troubles disappear. Meeting you is the privilege of my life. The time when I met you is the most treasured part of my life.
I can’t tell you exactly what it is for. Like an invisible hand in the dark, she clutched me firmly, and I had no way to break free. Knowing that I can’t wait for the result I want, but I still don’t want to be a mere traveler in your world. The night of silence is always long. I huddled in the quiet corner with my knees. That cold moonlit night, I pass through a hundred leaves
Walking in the long road of dust, please in the deepest and most soft corner of the soul, plant a net of lotus, when we walk lost, it will guide us in the original direction. Sometimes, that’s the way you are. Along with my original dream, I did not forget to tell myself. There’s something not to throw her away. Better than dream, kindness, and love. No matter what I will meet in the front, it’s a gully
The weather in Zhanjiang is like a child’s face. In the morning, the heavy rain was ticking away, and suddenly the clouds cleared away. On the basketball court at the entrance of Mengcun primary school, the villagers were busy drying up the crops such as rice and peanuts. The bright sunlight scattered on their straw hat, strong shoulders and rough palm. What a peaceful scene, how familiar it is
The flute melodious and the sound of water, and listen to the small bridge. The world goes on and off, and my heart is free from the heart of the Buddha. The clouds are burning out of the sky, and the hills are covered with red mountains and hills. The eagle spreads its wings, and the bird has no shade of shade. There is a gust of wind on the edge of the lake, and the fishing rod is shredded. Happy to see a fish hook come, the original eyes lost love. The original man has no 36, but the secular division. A piece of martial arts, three laugh three frequency
2018-07-23 children’s filial piety is the blessing of my parents, I have a friend, and I have worked on the construction site like I did in the same year. The difference is that he is a steel worker. I used to be a tile worker. His age is better than me. I feel that I can learn from my parents’ filial piety. Before I got married, I gave my income to my parents, and my parents looked at it every day when they were sick.
Touching the sea breeze and feeling the beauty of human nature today is the fourth day to enter the countdown. Since the last night received the notice about blowing typhoons today and the day after tomorrow, the captain decided to stop the class for one day out of consideration for the safety of the students. We felt very happy because we could finally have a rest. However, the typhoon did not arrive on schedule, but shifted the place, which made us happier because it meant me.
2018. 7. 23 actually, I always wanted to break up. I’m not a dregs in that way. Hey, maybe. But it did make me uncomfortable lately. Why would she be so cold to me recently, to tell the truth, this is what I hate most. Even being angry makes me feel a little better. I remember she told me to tell me what I was thinking, and I wanted to tell you several times.
On the road to the city, the lights fade into the city, the sound of the city, the voice of the city, the sound of the quiet sky, the track of the city’s corner, a beautiful night scene in the corner of the city’s corner of the city, which is so desolate where the sound of the unfamiliar sound is drifting over the wandering wind. In the memory of life, it seems that the effort has become a bitter look.
The warm breeze swept the willow, the face of the lake swept away the sunset, and the lonely soul fell in love with the lake. I like to hang around the lake with some unexplained thoughts. And there is no need to deliberate. Three birds and 32 fish are the best listeners, regardless of suffering or loneliness. Over and over again, I never weary of walking. I like to be surrounded by lakes, quietly.
The windows are drizzling out of the window, the distant rolling hills, hidden in the rising water mist, the cool temperature atomizing the water vapour into fine beads, woven into a magical curtain, a shyness veil to the mountain, a dreamlike outline for the vision, and some water mist nepotism around the mountain to the tip of the mountain. The soil in the mountain is carried by rainwater into the river, and the rushing yellow water flows along the mountain.
It is just a pity to regret. It used to be so good, now a stranger. Once a good friend, so far has not been linked. The handwriting left behind me seems to be distressed by my onlooker. The love I have witnessed from the beginning to the end is more bitter than what I have experienced. So long as you are happy now. Nostalgic can only be nostalgic. That part of my most youthful friendship has not yet been linked.
The first time I eat crab, I have moved so many times in my life. There are always a lot of people and things that make people moved. The three visits to the countryside made me feel a lot of warm things. What impressed me most is that he has been working hard for our team. On the first day, there was almost nothing in the first place, especially the tools for logistics cooking. But the director of Hong Kong is the same.
It is not easy to meet, and to cherish the Buddha and say that the past five hundred times of retrospect brought back a brush to the present world. The past five hundred times passed by, for a meeting of this age. The five hundred encounter of previous life has brought about a acquaintance of this age. How many times have we gone through five hundred times before we can meet the current meeting and meet in Meng Gang primary school?