In the new year, please say to yourself: Time is like water, everything has become the past. Whether you are sad or happy, you have been rushing through. Perhaps some precipitation will fall into memory, but if you do not insist on salvaging, there will be a new beginning. Whether or not the New Year has a new look is actually your own. In the new year, please tell yourself: Time is ruthless, and don't let yourself always be passionate about the past. Many can't fit,
On May 30, 1981, there was a long line of meat shops. People come here from work to line up and buy meat. Some stood, some squatting, and some simply sat on the ground. I waited and waited until it was a little over noon. I still didn't see the meat shop open for business. People are anxious and complaining. Ma Bangfa, a wood factory worker from the Land Reclamation Bureau, said to me: “You are a reporter and you write a manuscript to the newspaper to reflect the group.
2018-02-26 There are often more than a few snoring at the Neiguan Point. There are people who take a bowl of water and take a drink from each of the four directions to allow the drinker to shift his sight and stop the snoring. Some people use methods of fabricating lies to scare snorers and make them afraid, distracted and no longer fighting. Recently, I saw on the WeChat message that there was more than just a fight. I can hurry to acupuncture points at Neiguan.
Another night of insomnia, the mood is very complicated, want to simply fall asleep, but how can it be difficult to sleep. It is better to turn upside down. Memories of these busy days. On February 24, 2018, on the first day of the lunar calendar, the younger brother was hospitalized. The doctor diagnosed a cerebral hemorrhage. The first month of the first month was operated at 9:30 a.m., and the operation began at 10:30 a.m., and anesthetic at 3 o'clock in the afternoon. More than five hours of operation. The condition is basically stable.
The night was deep, but the sky was still blooming with colorful fireworks. I think that this moment of loneliness is mostly ironic. It has been two months since I returned home. This is probably the longest time I have taken home since I left home. I thought that this time should be the happiest, at least relaxed, but did not expect my parents to quarrel every day. This made me very annoyed, but it was helpless. Although poor days
The first novel, Liu Zhenyun, was in the year when it won the Mao Dun Literature Prize. My father was hospitalized and I went to see a doctor and I bought it to pass the time. It may be due to a confusing mood. The time is also small and small. It has no deep impression. Instead, it feels uncomfortable and should be thrown there without reading it. Resting on Sunday, thinking that it can get the highest award of Chinese literature should have its unusual, registered
In the early morning, the dense fog is filled with ink, and the ink-like ink background appears. The contours of the undulating black hills are visible in the distance. The Chinese knot street lamp newly hung on the side of the road is dragging the long lamplight to sparkle with yellow-red light. … Sporadic sounds of crackers whispered in the ears, with a faint sulphur odor in the mist. Naughty little sparks jumped with the sound of guns and stared at the arrival of the God of Wealth. China's
Life is like this, there are many unfair. In the eyes of others, it's all natural, right, necessary and in their own eyes. It's just how unfair it is. However, you can't do anything in exchange for fairness because of how hard you work, it seems to the boss. It is all in vain. I am here and there, no he said. I am not optimistic about me or denying me. Just because
Maybe in such a night to miss deep bone marrow, it cannot be erased. How many times did you say people who stayed up all night and night, how did you say it and let it go? Thank you for disturbing my years, warming me up, covering my scars, when my heart hurts so that no place can hurt when you appear, you know that your life after me will never stay Destroyed memory, thank you
The good times are always short and the days of gathering are always in a hurry. In the blink of an eye, winter is over and spring is coming. The Spring Festival is also quietly ending. However, I fell ill two days before leaving my hometown. 38 degrees fever with cold, cough, dizziness, fatigue. When I was dragged to the infirmary by my father, I never thought I had a fever. I thought it would be a good time to sleep.