I am willing to be a dedicated person and enter the world with me. When every storm comes, I will let you behind me unless I die, or only I die. When our love field dries up, as long as my heart is still beating, I will make it resurgence and let it go like flowing water passing East, though I can’t go back and forth, but also let it become raindrops. Don’t worry that I will leave, because I will never break my promise, which is my only pride. If you are tired and want to leave, you can leave your back in my memory like the one in my heart. I won’t blame you, and I will still have a trace of gratitude. If you are also like me, loyal to your promise, do not abandon or give up, then, dear, let’s go to see the sea.

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I had the honor to have dinner with a group of retired leaders by chance. I listened to the conversation of the old leaders with a very humble attitude. The humor, wisdom and confidence of the leaders left a deep impression on me, some of these people used to be officials from the department level to the official side. They used to talk about three representatives on the stage. The old leaders who talked highly about anti-corruption and building a clean government now seem so calm and calm. They are unfair to the society, the phenomenon of corruption is no longer so interested. It seems that those things have nothing to do with them. The former suits and leather shoes have become the casual dress nowadays. People who come to the table from time to time come to toast, when someone called them leaders, these veteran cadres said there were no leaders here, only friends. When the wine was full, an old leader said, “you can trust everything, don’t trust the organization, you can believe everything, but you should trust the sincerity of your friends, the last sentence was said by the old leader to cater to today’s atmosphere, which was sensational. I was shocked to hear the first half of this sentence. As an old party member with high policy level and consciousness, the old leader said such a word, which was really puzzling. It was understandable if he had a bad personal official luck and had been treated unfairly by the organization, It is strange that many leaders sitting clearly agree with it, which makes people ponder over why on earth? After thinking for a long time, I suddenly understood something! Maybe it was these leaders who cheated many young people in the name of the organization and wrote many blank checks. Now they finally found out their conscience and said such a heartfelt word. Maybe that was his constant view, it was just a little inconvenient to say when they were on the throne. Maybe they were just like a spectator in the emperor’s new clothes!

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Xiao San, Xiao Si’s shameful words have gradually become the synonym for the identity and symbol of the gentlemen. Not only do they not feel ashamed but think they are proud, but they are not mixed with some ostentatious and vanity when talking about this matter. I’m afraid that others don’t know, and I’m afraid that it’s too ostentatious, and the impact is not good. On the screen, I tried my best to show my career line for eyeballs, pretending to get exposed. The more wretched, the higher the click rate, which greatly inflates people’s curiosity. We are always talking on the paper how blue our ideals are and how beautiful our life is, while all kinds of heroic aspirations and beautiful blueprints are vulnerable in front of the reality. Successful people always say contemptuously that only incompetent people complain about life, but you can’t blame the reality. If you have money, you can choose how to fall, enjoy corruption, be poor and fall, and choose to eliminate you. Learn from Lei Feng, do good things, help the old grandmother cross the road, the old grandmother fainted, passers-by don’t know the good people, beat a rake. The swindlers are extremely high, and it is difficult to prevent thieves in thousands of nights. Is good man can’t be good, quackery pattern full. Bad guys heart high bold, daylight robbery an dao not shame. Xiao San also began to enter the room, grandstanding, and being dejected outside the door of the main room. He got it, luckily, lost it, and died. Although this kind of energy is subdued in people’s heart, it is also dying out. It clearly knows right and wrong, but there are always many wrong comparisons.

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There are too many past between me and you, happy, sad, happy, unforgettable, reluctant… There are too many to let go. When I met this city again, all my memories came uninvited. It was a summer, neither a special day nor many special cities. When we met him, we were doomed to meet and leave. Only those experienced people would understand those old plays that could not be worse any more. God told you to meet those who once thought they wouldn’t meet, and God told you to love those who once thought they wouldn’t love each other. Of course, those who once thought they would never die could not stand the test of time, he left in a hurry, as if he was just a passer-. The memory I once thought I had forgotten unexpectedly met me when I was so caught off guard. That you I loved, I went back to where I was. If it happened that you also loved me, you and I actually had only a turning distance. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the 30th year of my WeChat era

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After work, I walked home in the hazy light, tired like a small fish swimming around in my body. Take out the key, open the door and shut the world behind you. My wife is not here. The so-called home is just a wasteland of more than ten square meters with some lonely grass. After boiling water, I washed my gray mood and some messy thoughts these days. At this time, there was a rustling rain outside the window. In this annoying season, there was always a mess in the busy schedule. I didn’t know how to find the wine, nor how to find the mood. I patted my shoulder with drunkenness, went online with me, listened to songs and wrote lonely diaries. I don’t remember when the light was turned off. I just reached out and felt the sweet dream. On February 17, 2014, when it rained on Monday, I was too lazy to cook, so I ordered a portion of marinated noodles at Putian marinated noodle restaurant by the roadside. Speaking of marinated noodles, it is rare in other places, but it can be seen everywhere in Fujian, especially in Fuzhou area of Zhangzhou. With the combination of strong noodles, delicious soup and rich condiments, it becomes the extremely delicious Putian marinated noodles. This family I eat is near the street near my house. The noodles in this shop were made by themselves. First, they were mixed noodles, then the good noodles were pressed into thin dough by machine, and finally the noodles were pressed out by a noodle Press. As for how the soup is cooked, I don’t know. I saw the boss put the cut lean meat shreds and flower shells into the hot oil and stir-fry them, then put the dried shrimp and mushroom shreds and stir-fry them together, and then add the cooked stock soup, after the soup is boiled, spread out the noodles and put them down. Finally, put the cabbage and celery slices and boil them for a while until the soup is thick, then you can put them into the pot and put them into the bowl. In this way, fresh and delicious Putian marinated noodles will appear in front of you, making you drooling. At this time, a bottle of beer would be more beautiful, and the good taste of life would be all in it.

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The countryside in April was busy. The warm spring and blooming flowers are like a prelude. At this point, the temperature rises day by day, and the day before the sun becomes hot and hot day by day. The quiet breath suddenly rises. In the oncoming wind, not only is there a strong smell of grass, there is also a thick soil smell. There are cauliflower yellow every year. Rape flowers are impatient, open early, thank you early, this can’t blame it, it has to hurry up to make its seeds full, the banker’s family has already planned, harvest rape is easy to plant seedlings, if it is not in a hurry and daggers, will it delay the field insertion? Just because it knew that the banker’s family would be anxious, so as long as it was windy and rainy, it would grow crazy, and it seemed that it would not steal a little lazy. The Sun in March is no longer soft, especially after the summer, the Sun all over the sky suddenly becomes hot, and the pods of rape in the field will appear golden yellow, no longer the eye-catching emerald, look at the color, the old master knows how long it will take to harvest. Although the rape in the field is satisfactory, the banker still hopes that it can mature one day earlier. The earlier it is, the better the time will be saved. When spring ploughing and producing, if you spare one more day, you will be able to do a lot of things. In case of continuous rain, you will have a lot of confidence in your heart. Cut the rape and carry the rape to the nearby hillside one by one. After drying for a while, when the cyan of the straw turns yellow and white, you can rub the rapeseed. After these days, the late ripening of rapeseed was enough. Taking advantage of the sunshine, he carried a big bamboo plaque and rubbed the rape pods one after another. The black rapeseed was scattered in the bamboo plaque. These are all the jobs that women do. The woman in Zhuanghu’s family is skillful, not only doing a good job of needlework, but also doing such a job as quick. The work in the field belongs to men. Ploughs, harrows and crops are all indispensable. A cow and a crop man are the most common scenery and the most heartwarming scenery in the fields at this time. If you don’t contribute or sweat at this time, autumn harvest poem goes I’m afraid just a desire. The banker’s family lived a steadfast life, and this kind of self-deceiving thing would never be done. People are diligent and not lazy. The reason is clear. Who doesn’t want to have a good harvest and live a decent life? Even if it was rainy and rainy, as long as it was not too big, men would work in their paddy fields. If they ploughed in spring and planted in summer, they would rush for time. If there was no reason to delay, they would not keep up with each step, who would like to always fall behind the villagers? Although no one said it, such momentum always exists invisibly. Who is a little competitive in his heart? There will always be such a picture: the drizzle is like weaving, the mist is hazy, the whole field fan is a large ink painting, the crops man wearing rain, the silent old cattle are the moving elements in this picture, with them, the whole village was alive. In the misty and rainy days, it would not sink and be vivid. An village is a good play for villagers. On the well-made Ridge, when the new mud is slightly dry, beat them one by one, and point soybean on the paddy field, red bean or sweet bean on the dam side, make rational use of them, and achieve multiple results at one stroke. The couple both rolled up their trouser legs and walked in the paddy field, one of which was beaten down, the other was planted, covered with soil, and the left and right bows were opened. The mud under my feet was soft and rotten, and it was slippery when I stepped on it. It was a little cool and refreshing in the heart of the straight drill foot plate, which was particularly comfortable. Don’t say that the villagers don’t have wisdom. This is the typical mode of interplay and interplay. It’s just that the villagers are clumsy and can’t tell such profound truth. In essence, they always do this, it completely matches the old handle style. There were also some crops in the field that were not urgent or slow. For example, in that field of wheat, it was not in a hurry. No matter how hot the banker’s house was, it seemed that it could not feel it. Grouting and drying seeds, it was always in no hurry. Even if someone came to the field to look left and right, it just didn’t see it. It had to wait until the little South Wind was blown enough, and until the hot sun made it golden all over, it would lift its mature appearance and spread the strong wheat fragrance all over the fields. After waiting for such a long time, I was in a hurry. The banker didn’t have the heart to appreciate these slowly. He hurriedly took sickles and ropes, and was busy with snatching and collecting. Brush, put the wheat in the full field first, and then carry them home one by one. Time was rich, women spread them on the sundries, used them to flail and threshed, and the countryside was busy in April, these are the scenarios. Women help each other. If there are three or two flats on the sunstand, not only the rhythm is good, but also the common words that women say are as warm as heart. The work in the field was naturally handed over to the man again, either plow or Harrow. What should be done was not less. Tired was tired. When I saw the level as a mirror, I waited to insert the seedlings, which was urgent in my heart, it can be slowed down. Silkworm rearing is a matter for women. April is the season for silkworm breeding. The mulberry garden was covered with green onions, and the silkworms in the bamboo plaque were white and fat, so women went back and forth between the yard and the Mulberry Garden. Picking Mulberry is also a hard task. The hands and feet need to be quick. The Silkworm babies will eat very much. The more they eat, the fatter they will grow. The bigger and whiter the cocoons they finally bear, no matter how hard they are, I am not looking at a good harvest. Three meals a day are all time-consuming. Men work in paddy fields while children go to school. They all have to eat. No matter how busy or tired they are, they still have to eat. The women were tired and sat down for a while. They didn’t want to move. Hearing the rustle of silkworms eating mulberry leaves, they were like urging. They didn’t want to move. Their bodies were sore, so they still had to pick a bamboo basket, go to mulberry garden to pick mulberry leaves. It seems that there are only children who carry schoolbags to school. As soon as school was over, it was just like a foal who had untied the reins, jumping around and running around. That kind of happiness and freedom made people envious. Sometimes, my mother and father shouted and had to take the cow rope and go to the mountain behind the door to herd cattle. Making cattle in spring is just as tiring. I don’t run very much. I only care about eating grass by myself. As long as I am sure that it doesn’t eat crops, I can play whatever I want, such a large mountain ridge, it became a playground for children again. If barley is harvested early, the land area will be put in order for later use. If it rains, the sweet potato seedlings planted before and after the Spring Equinox will grow well, then a sweet potato can be inserted first. It is best to use one root to complete the seedlings. As long as the seedlings are alive, the field will be green again for more than ten days. There are many sweet potatoes and Taro planted early, and they are also big. In autumn, they are dug out and found out that they love bad guys. The crops don’t cheat the students, and the land doesn’t cheat the students, so we should be sure of people. The weather of April is the growing season, and it is also the mature season of the afternoon Season. People in rural areas can’t be idle! I’m really going to be idle. I’m afraid that a good harvest is just a kind of talk.

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