A very long dream, in a very far place. There is no wind, no sun, no stars and moonlight, only the original broad appearance and desolation. My luggage seemed to have no weight at all. I ran all the way, only to find that I could not escape from this desolation. Looking back, I saw the place where I ran. The desolate wilderness turned into sunshine, flowers, and mountains. Is precisely fairyland paradise. There, I saw many faces, father, mother, grandfather, grandmother, younger brother, younger sister, and some strange faces that never appeared in my life, except myself. I called them, but they didn’t respond at all. I walked towards them, only to find that I was getting farther and farther away from them. It seems that I am not in the same world with them at all. I am helpless, desperate, scared, unable to breathe, and even on the verge of collapse. I can’t hear my voice. When I opened my luggage, I took out a mirror and saw my face in the mirror, which was torn and broken little by little. Finally, it fell to the ground with a sound and broke into a bloody glass, the bright red light flickered, dazzling red. The Earth became more and more desolate, and there came a cry of wolves in the desolation. Lonely, desolate, desperate cry, no reply. I looked at that place again like a paradise. The Sunshine disappeared and changed into a piece of moonlight and a light. Under the light, there was a little boy sitting. That was me. I clearly saw that was me 18 years ago and my mother 18 years ago, she is so beautiful, virtuous and dignified. I can’t hear what she is saying to me now. I can only feel the happiness of that moment by my heart. For a long time, I fell asleep in her arms. She carried me into the room. The light went out and the Moonlight went out. The convenience of that place disappeared. There is only a deep darkness and irresistible fear left. I picked up the brush and tried hard to paint the color of the Earth, mountains and rivers, and the sky on this desolation. Little by little, piece by piece, mountains and rivers and the sky spread in my works. At this moment, I am more like a painter than a creator. I saw the world gradually changing and becoming more and more familiar in my works. Finally, what appeared in front of me was my hometown. A mountain and a water, a grass and a tree, as kind as the hair scattered on the face. It floated up and fell down gently. I walked towards home and met many familiar people, old, young, male and female. I greeted them, they didn’t seem to know me. My home is very busy, it seems that there is something big. I asked an old man in the village. He said: What did Chen’s grandson get married today? I feel very surprised. Isn’t Chen’s grandson just me? Who is the bride? I asked. I don’t know, I haven’t seen anyone. I squeezed into the crowd and saw my father, mother, grandfather, grandmother, many relatives, me and the other me, exactly the same. A groom dress up, smiling. Why is there only bridegroom and bride? I asked people around me. The one with veil beside him is the bride. I was shocked because there was no one around me, only an empty position. I pushed away the crowd and came to my room. The door was locked. I took out the key, but I couldn’t open the door. Suddenly, the door opened from the inside, and I walked into the room, which was exactly what it was. I suddenly saw that the person in the mirror on the desk was not me, but a strange old man, without hair, teeth, empty eyes and no expression. Old like a ghost. I was shocked. How could it be? It wasn’t me. No. I smashed the mirror and escaped from my room. However, everything disappeared. The previous wedding was gone, and the people who attended the wedding were also gone. There was only a kind of desolation after the curtain ended. The prosperity was gone, and people went out for tea. Everything ended without warning or trace. Looking back, I saw my mother’s portrait smiling at me. I also laughed. Suddenly, I felt that the original desolation was approaching gradually, the distant mountains were fading away, the color was fading, the sunshine was darkening, and all the things presented in my works were slowly swallowed by the darkness and turned into nothing. I tried my best to escape, but black from all directions came like ghosts. Despair and fear filled the surrounding air. I couldn’t breathe. I felt my heartbeat accelerating and then becoming weaker. My body is dissipating little by little, and my spirit is slowly collapsing. In an instant, the world collapsed, so did the dream.

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If you ask him where is the most painful, he will gently touch his heart. But in his eyes, who has never been hurt in the world? He insisted that the most painful place should be wrapped in the most beautiful way. ——- In fact, mi himself doesn’t like reading comics. He has to look at pictures while reading words. If there is no continuity in his mind, he will feel tired. I forgot which day it was. I casually flipped through a comic book in the bookstore, a few meters of “Go left, go right”, and the words were written under the bright picture — on November 11, a gust of cold wind began to blow. On November 10th, the sunshine in winter pulled the shadow long and long. In this way, the reason why I bought a cartoon is not the cartoon itself, but the sparse words below, which are real and sad. When the storm came, the boy asked sadly: Do you still want to hear the rain under the umbrella? Moon nodded. He held up an umbrella for the moon. The rain Ticking Out a brisk melody. “The Moon forgot” was brought home by me in this way without any hesitation. I began to be full of curiosity about mi. In the slight depression, I mixed a positive and optimistic attitude. In the poetic story, I was so close to life, he can always bring a kind of power to people, sometimes moved, sometimes strong, sometimes suddenly. In “The Subway”, that blind 15-year-old girl had been searching in the subway, imagining every exit as a beautiful destination one by one, but she never found that exit, or she really doesn’t want to go anywhere. As the cartoon says, sometimes, I think the world is a maze without exit. But she is also optimistic —— I am searching in the troubled city. Looking for the most sweet apple. A piece of left gold leaves. Looking for the faint light in my heart. This invisible little girl is actually the same as ourselves. We have a pair of bright eyes, but did we really see it? Can you really see yourself or the world clearly? We groped forward in the corner of the subway, looking for the shining light in our hearts. I can’t comment for several meters. I only like and respect his comics or himself. This feeling is strong and real. This wise man of life, the seed of kindness, explained the most real essence of life with comics. I have been looking forward to a written book of several meters, and the beginning of the story of several meters can be regarded as a work of pure words. This book is a few meters to commemorate 10 years creation and write some text. He was born several meters in 1938. In 1995, at the age of 37, he went into the darkest period of his life and got blood cancer. The endless chemotherapy and the desperate future Let mi fall into deep pain. I can finally understand the meaning of comics to several meters. Without the support of comics, it was comics that gave him a second life, and at the same time made this life more meaningful and energetic. As he said, I regret and thank you for learning. When my health was getting better and I didn’t cry any more, I began to write their stories for them, and at the same time, I also incorporated them into my own mood. The smiling fish is a romantic and touching story created jointly by my scumbags and me in this period of life rebirth. It is a little sweet, but also a little sad. And a lot of sad, and can not tell of emotion, in this creative process, 1.1 drops slowly released. Scumbags are constantly created in this way, and I hope their stories will also be drawn and written constantly. The spider’s head is only a little bit, why can it weave a strong and beautiful net? This is a sentence in “The world of pugua”. A few meters is the spider weaving a beautiful big Web, which is dotted with the whole world. The beauty is too pure.

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At that moment, I saw the confusion in my eyes, felt the heaviness in my steps, smelled the gloomy vision of life, and experienced the wanton drift of lonely soul, my tired body was wandering around with a lonely and lost heart. My youth was at the age of blooming flowers, but my heart grew old in the loss, looking at the haggard face in the mirror, so I want to understand myself. There is a happy family, a beautiful love, a group of friends who often play around, teachers and colleagues who love themselves, and the next step is to find a good job, and these should be extremely happy for me who just graduated from college, but I often feel sad alone. I like being in a busy city but eager for quietness in a noisy atmosphere; I like traveling in ancient and modern times with books in hand but holding a mouse to play with passion; I like the full challenging work but I feel tired and complain all over the sky in the busy work; I like to treat everyone around me kindly and sincerely, but I become autistic because of fear after being injured; I like someone to accompany me from beginning to end, but when we are together, we are shouting about others’ mistakes; I like to dress myself up mature to do things and then find myself so naive; I like to look forward to the future consciously but open my eyes but don’t want to do the work at hand ………., so, in a world that doesn’t understand myself, I live a life that seems to be heartless, at a certain moment, I want to understand myself only if I have something to understand. Thinking about the happiness in front of me, looking at the expectation of the future and the road under my feet, I know that everyone is eager to write down the glory of his life or the self-realization of life value in the limited life journey, leaving shining footprints and unregretful memories, but before that, we should understand ourselves. The days of graduation seem to have lost navigation, and the wandering life has become a lonely soul wandering around. Where to go next has no position. Standing at the confused post station, I often complain that others don’t understand myself, to complain about the unfairness of the society to oneself, to see flowers in the fog, not only the scenery along the way is obliterated, but also to kill his pure soul. After stepping into the society and stepping out of school, I realized that I was an independent individual and a group at the same time. I played different roles from beginning to end, with the growth of age, the roles played will increase again, and will decrease with the aging. The boat of life carried me forward in the sea, with strong wind, heavy rain, hitting reef, torrent and dangerous beach ……, life also let me know that we must be strong when going forward after experiencing challenges one after another, being strong must be clear about the meaning of life that you want to pursue. Ideal is like a round of morning sun hanging in my own Sky, which makes me find the direction to move forward in the dark night. In the slim youth, I find the guide of life again, fortunately, I am no longer a dandelion dancing in the wind, but a chrysalis breaking cocoons into butterflies. There is no limit to learning, and the understanding of oneself is not a matter of one day but a matter of life. Only by knowing the meaning of one’s life and understanding oneself on that day can one increase the score of one’s growth, so as to make my life journey more harvest less frustration, more success and less failure. Clouds in the sky, sounds of nature in the headset, poems in the belly, etc.

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It is said that the class meeting of washing class 4 in the back spinning workshop was held well, which was different from other teams. At least everyone in their workshop said so. Today, with a little curiosity and some doubts in my heart, I attended their first class meeting at the beginning of this month. At 4 o’clock in the afternoon, the class meeting will be held on time in the shift room of the washing device. In addition to some leaders of the workshop, there are also some main leaders of other departments attending this class meeting. What surprised me was that such a small class meeting even had a special meeting recorder. The meeting was presided over by the monitor. Firstly, the Recorder reported the number of people attending the meeting, the number of people absent and the reasons for their absence. Then, the rotating Security officer gave a detailed report on the security situation during the rotating period. After the report, a solemn handover ceremony was held with the next rotating security officer: take off and wear the red armband of the rotating Security Officer, the delivery and receiving of the security activity log book and the solemn oath of the new rotating security officer were all carried out on the spot. This is something I have never seen before in other teams. Next, the class meeting came to the topic. After summarizing and deploying the work of last month and the focus of next month, the Monitor announced the theme of this class meeting: the learning experience and my understanding of safety of the notification of the 3.15 cage falling accident in Jigang. As soon as the Monitor’s voice was over, a big worker stood up hurriedly and said loudly: I think the root cause of the 3.15 accident is caused by the weak safety awareness of the operators. I didn’t think about safety before work. There is no strict implementation of the work requirements of “Seven thoughts and seven quit. My opinion on this accident is that the supervision of the operation site is not enough, or there is no supervisor at all. In the future, our workshop should make great efforts to increase and perfect the on-site supervision system. A worker wearing glasses came in a slow way after careful consideration. My understanding of safety is that a person who talks about safety is noble, and a person who doesn’t talk about safety must be selfish. The atmosphere of the meeting is serious and lively, and there is a little tension in the vivacity. Some managers of the workshop also seized the opportunity to make comments on everyone’s speech and made corresponding commitments. Everyone spoke very well! I want to write it down. Unfortunately, I didn’t prepare enough and didn’t bring a pen and a notebook when I came. The last item of the class meeting is the safety knowledge contest. The competition is divided into two groups. One group asks and the other group answers alternate with each other. The competition forms are divided into Rush answers and mandatory answers. The competition was very fierce, and both sides often made a blush for whether the answer to a question was correct or not. When answering the contest, a female worker was too excited or nervous. The movement of standing up was a little bigger, so she overturned the chair unexpectedly. Stood up, forgot the answer again, and stood there dumbfounded with his mouth open. This caused everyone to burst into laughter, and also brought the atmosphere of the meeting to a climax. Time passed so fast that the 45-minute class meeting ended and everyone walked out of the conference room talking and laughing. I immersed myself in it, as if I hadn’t tasted it again, and sat quietly for a while. It’s different. It’s really different. I will come again at their next class meeting. On the way back, I secretly said to myself, yes!, I have to bring pen and notebook when I come.

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I didn’t know whether he returned home once eleven or twelve years ago. He couldn’t remember clearly. He only vaguely thought that he was walking along the familiar and unfamiliar road that day, walk to the familiar big poplar tree. He remembered that there should be a pond here. The lotus pond in the village had already been filled. He remembered that when he was a child fishing and catching lobsters in the pond, only his partners at that time grew up one by one and lost this idea. So, the lotus pond will be filled sooner or later? In fact, he felt a little heartbroken. The crisp and childish laughter seemed to be still in his ear. He suddenly saw his partner rolling up his trousers and over his knees and asking him to hurry up, because he found another lobster hole. The feeling was that the heartache and confusion time was too eager, and the wind was still ringing in my ears, but the train of the body had started, taking him to the place where he could not come back. He could only borrow some more information from the conductor. In this information, there were not only his voice, but also many old events that he couldn’t distinguish more and more clearly. Just like a passer-by from other places, he came from other places and went to the old way.

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Quietly under the title of each article, carefully outline your name with a pencil, and put that mediocre dream in the bottom of your heart. Despite my continuous efforts, my composition level is always wandering in the middle. By accident, I found the reason: when my classmates wrote the composition, they all copied the selected works, but only I woven my heart into the dream of model essays. But surprisingly, the dreamy Net didn’t realize my youth dream, instead, it caught myself. Trapped me in my heart, lonely and helpless. When I first took your composition class, my old problems remained unchanged for many times and still reappeared. Under my clumsy modification, the true feelings of that sentence seemed false and unnatural. Self-study class, you call me to your office. Looking at my composition on the table, circling around. The red curve rippled slowly in the breeze and the blue waves in the clear pool. At that moment, my heart was blooming in spring. I know, there is a kind of tears, its name is touching! Yes, you have understood my true feelings, my inner depression and helplessness, and the ups and downs in my heart. The sky was drizzling, but my heart was as bright as a flower. Recalling the satisfied expression when you just read my composition, all the depression went with the wind. The rain in the sky fell on my face, moist and warm, as if melted by my scalding heart. Mixed with water, the whole sun smiled in the palm. Charming, who can refuse? Your selfless love is poured into my heart; Deep in my soul, the true feelings you give are condensed. In the rain, your true feelings shone into my heart like sunshine, dispelling the haze in my heart. There is a kind of gratitude in the maple leaf fluttering season, and I will never be late!

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I was disturbed by my dream again on this rainy night. The drizzle outside the window was already winter. Little by little, little by little, for me, who likes the bustle, such a quiet, lonely and desolate night, this atmosphere is very annoying. But I just want to fall asleep. Such a night can only remind people of the long past. In those unruly years, at that time, the romantic and presumptuous, the heartache and the love between men and women at that time. No one knows the beginning, no one can guess the result. The heart that was once ignorant, reckless but also always sad and angry was like a nightmare. At that time, I passed through my youth! A long time later, now I can only recall occasionally in such a rainy night. Those lovely people! What is it like now? Looking at the younger generation under my knees and old parents, I, a person who has been standing for nearly 30 years, will always feel that my achievements in life have suffered a crushing defeat and cannot be spoken. In the past, she always told others proudly that she was born in 1980 s. Last time she went shopping with friends, she also said that time was a knife to kill pigs. As time goes by, the vicissitudes of life have not yet reached the cheek. There is no trace of time, but it is ~ no one can resist the fleeting time!

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Who said “the Dragon Boat Festival”? The eternal rumor is Qu Yuan. It can be laughed at that the river is so empty that it can’t be washed to be wronged.”

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The rain falling at night gently woke me up. Listening to the ticking rain, I was intoxicated. I like rain, and I prefer listening to it. Listening to the rain is a kind of enjoyment, listening to the rain is a kind of memory, the soul is purified in listening to the rain; The emotion is sublimated in listening to the rain; The body and mind are relaxed in listening to the rain. It has rained for decades. In the fierce storm, you can hear the cry of rain. The Voice from the bottom of your heart is times more ferocious than the roaring lion, which seems to devour everything. In the drizzle autumn, the rain you hear is so lingering, which is like the gurgling water of the river and the whispering of a young girl. Only the sound of spring rain is special. The voice was not loud but very clear. Although the Sky was also overcast, it was not as gloomy as that in autumn rain; And it was not as horrible as the black clouds pressing the city in summer storms. No matter you are sitting in front of the window or lying on the bed, as long as you listen calmly, you will hear the unique sound of breaking ground and cracking under the drip irrigation of spring rain. This feeling was very profound during my days in the queue. I like listening to the rain, and I prefer listening to the rain when walking in the rain. Rain gently fell on my head from the sky, and slowly flowed along my cheeks. When the clothes were soaked by rain, I listened quietly and listened quietly. But I didn’t hear the tiny sound of rain and dew. In the rain, I seem to have a feeling of harmony between man and nature.

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By accident, I found that the pretty umbrella at home was broken and couldn’t hold up. It was a pity that I handed it to the old man casually and tried out: The Umbrella is broken. See if it can be repaired? The old man always liked to make minor repairs. This proposal made him very excited. He took the umbrella, took the reading glasses immediately, sat on the sofa and checked them carefully. In fact, I just said it casually. Really, there is no shortage of umbrellas at home. Most of them are advertising umbrellas that don’t cost money. The quality is naturally not flattering. If they are broken, they will be broken. If they are broken, they will be thrown away. However, the old man did a thing and studied it for a while. When I was washing clothes, he came to tell him with smile that the head used to push and pull the umbrella fell off, of course I can’t use it. Then I asked solemnly: Do you want to use this umbrella? I wanted to say no, but when I saw the old man’s expectation, I suddenly changed my mind and said, “Of course I want to use it if I can repair it. This umbrella is very beautiful, and I am not willing to lose it. Hearing this, the old man was very happy and said repeatedly, then I will repair, I will repair, I can repair! I went back to the house to find his spare parts. Hey. A little bit later, the old man came out again and explained with a sense of accomplishment: This head is really not available. I came up with an alternative and installed a modified toothpick for it, hang it aside, plug it when you open it, and take it when you fold it up. It can still be used. If you get it to the repair stall, it will be ripped. This can really be done, but it is too troublesome, why bother? Isn’t it just an umbrella? The old man clearly understood my mind and laughed at himself: you don’t need to use it when you are young. It’s OK for the old to use it. That’s mine. With a sense of accomplishment, he took the umbrella with the right to use and turned back to his room happily. Seeing it, my heart suddenly felt excited. In fact, why didn’t I know the little little jiujiu of the old man? It’s nothing more than wanting others’ affirmation, and I can’t help enjoying it secretly. Thinking about it, the old man was idle all day at home, doing nothing, watching TV or lying in bed all day long. If he could find something within his power, he would have a sense of accomplishment once he passed the time, let him fully realize his own value and understand that it is not useful to retreat. The sun was so bright these days that I was really sorry for the diligent sun when I didn’t wash it, so I found the winter coat from the wardrobe and hung it out. The old man strolled to the balcony and found the New World, teasing: Hey, have you shown your clothes? Be careful, if the wind is strong, will it fall down? Fall until either you trouble.. I know that the old man has a heart knot. More than 20 years ago, he basked in the most expensive and favorite coat on the balcony. He was accidentally blown down by the wind and disappeared within a few minutes, he went downstairs to see him all the time, which made the old man always worried about it, because it was his most solemn coat, which was of high grade and had more than 100 yuan of cash in his pocket. At that time, more than 100 yuan was a huge sum of money, let alone a coat that was willing to wear on a grand occasion. This is the history that he has talked about for nearly hundreds of times. How can he know? So he teased him that this dress was under your control, so don’t fall down. I never thought that the old man answered very seriously. I know that one of his tasks on this day is to ensure the safety of this famous brand clothes anyway, hehe. In life, it needs to be careful to send some small jobs to the elderly at will, but it is absolutely not tiring. It is estimated that most of the elderly will smile. Let’s take it as the seasoning of life. Later, we will listen to the summary of the old man’s task. It must be interesting, haha.

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