Go to the supermarket in the evening and pass the yogurt counter. Yogurt of various brands are neatly packed in rows. It gives off a seductive luster under the light. My daughter got excited immediately after seeing it. She walked over briskly. Touch this with experience, and look at that again. I picked up Yili red dates in a while, and picked up bright aloe in a while. I was very happy to see the date compared with the price. However, my eyes always fell on an inconspicuous corner beside me, where all kinds of wine were piled up. Plastic bowl, glass bottle. Full of clear soup, full of rice grains. A familiar warmth came to my mind, which made my thoughts drift to a long time ago. I remembered that during the hourly summer vacation, it was also such a midsummer afternoon. In those days, my tonsil became red and swollen, and I had a high fever, so I couldn’t eat anything. My parents went to work, and there was no one at home, only the wall clock on the wall walked around, making a ticking sound. Just as I was lying on the bed alone, I was in a daze. Suddenly, there was an old cry in my ear. The sweet wine was going to be cut down. The long sound of the sweet wine passed through the whole long alley, with the sound of cicadas beside the tree, it echoed in the dazzling sunshine in the afternoon. Hearing this, I suddenly felt refreshed, and a clear and sweet wine soup appeared in front of me. It was the first time that I had the desire to eat since I caught a cold. At the same time, I could only hear that the door of the next door opened one by one in the alley. Boys and girls ran out of the alley, holding bowls, laughing and chasing each other to the alley. After a while, a long crooked Dragon lined up in front of the old man selling wine. I managed to get up from the bed, went to the cupboard to take the big sea Bowl, took the change in my own piggy bank, and walked out of the house heavily. I saw the long dragon at the entrance of the alley slowly dispersed, and my friends went back to their own homes. The dark wrinkles on that old man’s face were stretching like knife carving, laughing like a chrysanthemum in the autumn wind. He counted the money with satisfaction, and then carefully picked up the wallet with a piece of blue cloth. Start to pack up the wooden barrels and prepare to close the stalls. I hurried past. At first glance, there was nothing in the bucket. Holding the bowl, I stood there blankly. My nose became sour and my eyes became red. The old man felt a little anxious at first sight, and comforted me quickly: kid, don’t cry, I will come back tomorrow, and the first one will come to you to sell. Hearing this, I couldn’t help falling down my tears. The old man stretched out his bare hands with withered veins and stroked the black hair on my head. As soon as he touched my forehead, he was surprised: my baby had such a high fever. I choked more when hearing this. The old man thought for a while and took out a bowl of wine from a big basket covered with white cloth nearby. The juice was particularly clear and the rice grains were particularly full. He poured the wine into my Bowl and said, “kid, this bowl was originally for my granddaughter. She is younger than you, and she is looking forward to me selling wine and going back early at home every day. Then he smiled at me with infinite kindness in his eyes, as if I were his granddaughter. I held the full bowl of wine, and felt warm in my heart. Later, I drank half a bowl of soup at a time, and my throat did not feel any pain when drinking. I only tasted a clear and sweet taste. Want to what? Just go over there and see it! My husband interrupted my meditation with a rush. I hurriedly picked up a box of wine and put it into the shopping cart. And buy this? Every time you buy it, you don’t eat it! This time it looks particularly good. I hide. When I got home, I couldn’t wait to take out the wine. As soon as I opened it, there was a pungent smell of medicinal wine. I tasted it and it was so sweet that I felt bitter. It was really hard to swallow, so I had to throw it into the dustbin secretly.

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1. Thousands of miles of snow, thousands of miles of flowers, the constant wind and frost, the changeable appearance, swept away the dust, leaving a silent ink, shaking the atrium for a long time. Zeng he couldn’t shake the Frost for a long time. On the helpless snowy day, he was so happy. The snow of Spring Festival, the beautiful snow, I hope it will last for a long time, lingering around the world, the snow of Spring Festival, new year’s snow, new year’s snow, festive snow, Ruixue welcome the door, long life! 2. The shadow of the lamp is dim, and the Qionghua is more than enough, but the Qingyi is wet and half jaw, and it is true that the spring breeze enters the pillow to sleep. The morning and evening are difficult, the green grass is still alive, the East wind is not difficult to blow peanuts, and I hope that the years will follow my dream together! Spring Song 3. Picking up a finger of quicksand, gently caressing the northeast, southwest and north wind, finally leaving a wisp of dust belonging to oneself, floating in the heart of the four seasons, breeding the leaves and abundance of spring, summer, autumn and winter, the economics of withered branches and folded leaves collected it, without any trace of time passing by, faintly looking at the warm years and the summer and autumn cultivated by the spear of youth, I don’t know where the heart moves, and I don’t know where the tears flow 4. The sunshine in the morning was bathing in the sky faintly. After a hard day with it, the sky quietly showed a hint of spirit and mystery. The white clouds in the distance smiled and looked shining! Mountains stand on the land of China, everything is gorgeous, at this time I can’t help shocked 5. To pave the road with your heart is a road of sincerity, Sweat, hard work, hands and your own! Maybe walking in the long river of life, we can’t control the length of life, but we can create tomorrow with both hands! 6. I like to be kissed lightly by the cold wind. The cold penetrates my soul, freezes my heart, does not stick to a trace of dust in the world, and stands quietly alone in the flower core of life, tasting the fragrance of heart flower, in this way, it was eroded by the wind, taking away hesitation, sadness and the dust of years. Don’t think about tomorrow’s grief, walk quietly in the north wind at this time! Crying and smiling * ^_^ * 7. Listening quietly to the sob of the North Wind, watching the flying birds passing by in a hurry without leaving a hint of green glow. Looking up at the blue sky, taking the full dew to breed a bright summer, rolling in the world of mortals. I am used to such confusion and helplessness! There are too many people who don’t worry or hate. I only wish all my relatives and friends happiness! 8. Facing the crossroads, we always hesitate, but if we go wrong step by step, we will go wrong step by step. What about three years later? Where should I go? Now, like my brothers and sisters, I will not waste time and try my best to learn knowledge! 9. The magnificent heroic appearance, the fresh smile when looking back, and the charming land in Lancheng will show you the talent of autumn branches and white birch, and pursue the beauty and elegance of heroines! Welcome to my land, the rolling talent, the extraordinary smile, share with you! The blue sky and clouds are thunder, green water Tea Mountain red plum comes. Fireworks New Year to, family happiness Xiao sweet. 10. Looking up at the blue sky, it is blue and blue. Now it is raining, but my heart is holding an umbrella. I have read a lot of articles and reprinted a lot, but there is no ink in my writing. Write, what is worth writing? 11. I have too many injuries, such as cloud and wind, rain and snow, day and night, sea and blue sky. A bay of Clear Spring is full of my blood and tears, A pot of sake, full of my scars, a curtain of waterfall, full of my melancholy, a river of spring water, half River Green tears, half River deep blood! A wisp of Starlight, a wisp of scars, a wisp of painful dreams! A poplar leaf, half leaves cry, half leaves cry blood I am your wound, I am Nightingale with your tears wailing! 12. The Green Mountains smile, the green water grows clear, the geometric flowers bloom, the few leaves fall, the Spring is warm and the snow melts, the Yan carries the spring mud, and looks at the time in a hurry, then you know that you have no choice but to worry! Drinking a cup of green tea will make you feel sad and sad, but who can understand who’s heart? Maybe everyone has different fate, so he has gone through different paths, however, the lofty sentiments in the heart are also lost at any time. Maybe there is nothing to do with this, but how can the heart of struggle stop! * ^_^ * 13. The night is always coming quietly, but my heart is so clear. I hold a bay of Green tears and spread the flying flowers all over the road. My heart is filled with sadness, but I can’t see the road at that point. The road ahead is long, how can I know my helpless wandering! Maybe children without umbrellas are destined to run on rainy days. Tears are not the performance of the weak, nor the helpless sadness, but the release of emotions. When walking on this journey, they will walk freely from now on! Laugh at Red! 14. The snow was still floating on the clouds, without any sleepiness, waiting for the frosty smile. The morning light blushed the morning glow in the east. It was near, closer, and the sunshine after dawn came! I listened to the whispers of winter and spring quietly, and saw the figure of spring sending winter away, then I realized that we were all passers-by in the pan. The difference was that we played different roles on this road, therefore, there are five flavors of life! 15. The green mountains are still smiling without words, but how can the jade belt know the accumulation of snow? The flowing water is silent but the birds are still singing. How can the tide understand the hospitality of the garden? Walking in the vast snow mountain city, you can understand the rough, from the Tianshan Mountain to the wetland full of chrysanthemum, listening to soft whispers. The People’s Federation, which passes through time and space, connects the hearts of the people, and the romantic Nanfeng flowers are so beautiful and smooth everywhere. Looking back, my hometown is happy with the people! 16. In the early morning, the snow which touched the eyes shook my mind. Suddenly, tears fell down. How many passers-by missed the indispensable snow day of life. In such a snow day, there were tears in the sky, candles and tears in the sky, candle tears are tangible, but only we shed hot tears, but who can understand this free and easy feeling, or guard our dreams and hearts to find inner comfort, detached vast world of mortals! 17. At dusk, I buried the last sunset alone and walked into the pain of the night, crossing streets with countless street lamps. I don’t understand how many roads I have to walk through in my life, lamp and me, who are the passers-by and who are the decorations of life? 18. It was a nightmare, a hopeless nightmare, vaguely filled with sadness, and tears reflected all the processes of my nightmare, I don’t know what kind of words to use to comfort that broken heart. I only remember to accompany me day and night at my saddest moment! Now there is a long crowd of people wandering, but the dust of the society shocks the already scarred heart gently. It is still you who accompany me, my relatives, my friends! 19. How many sad words have been written down on the helpless and fallen desert, the green mountains and rivers are smiling and smiling, and I have been watching the Yan Fei grass warm tears for a long time. The perfect picture is still cutting the lost paragraphs and watching the Spring tide style, the passing time, along with the flowing water, walked into the indifferent peaks alone, the amazing beauty, the lingering heart, waiting and baptism, no matter how many words you say, you can’t let go of the sorrow of the years. At this moment, 20. I don’t know whether it is the helplessness of the world of mortals, the teasing of fate, or my own sadness. I will shed tears because of an expression, a word and an action.

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We always lose our way in our own memories. The road is getting wider and wider. Maybe we have reached a mirage or many fellow travelers have left, leaving only yourself. We have to learn to be calm. No one can make you suffer or happy except yourself. The aesthetics of life is based on happiness and scattered in every day’s story. In fact, sadness is also a kind of incomplete beauty, which goes with happiness. We are proud of our youth, happy for our wonderful times, and cheered for our success. Beauty is everywhere. It is an intellectual puzzle, which lets us use our whole life to figure out carefully. 365 days, every day there is a way of beauty. We can laugh for having a beautiful new dress, or cry for someone’s experience, and then bless him (her) silently. I am lucky for myself. /br in fact, the happiness in life is very simple, just like the rain at night. It can come quietly or thunder. The next day was still clear. We have to leave a small corner for our happiness, fill it with the dreams we once had, sink our sadness in our hearts, and then become another ourselves in the darkness. We should learn to reflect in life and cherish in happiness. It is an irremediable sin in life that we throw away our life like paper at will. Life is not a dream, always sober. The philosophy of life is interpreted by our whole life. No matter love, hate, love or hatred, the days will eventually pass. We look back through the present and look forward to the future. The fruit of Putuo is among them.

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I went back to its side as always, and curled up beside the window. The cold window edge came through, blowing cold, but I don’t want to move half a step. It never opens its mouth to relieve my boredom, so quiet, just like I know it won’t leave me either.

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(1) in the morning, I was dressed in orange Sanitation suit, holding a long torch in my hand, and walked to the remote road in the west of the county. (2) The Red Peony in front of the melancholy stage has only two branches left late. The wind of Ming Dynasty should blow out, and the night would cherish the fading red and see the fire. I hummed over and over again, and the music flowing naturally in my heart was so ironed that I was moved to tears at the corner of my eyes. On the highway, big cars, small cars and motorcycles shuttle back and forth. Along the road, most of them are the elderly, middle-aged and old people, with their arms falling and kicking, walking towards the newly developed West Third Road. There are few cars and few passers-by, which is the best place for morning exercises. It was almost the road I had swept. I slowed down and looked at the road immediately from time to time. I turned my eyes to the Green Mountains in the distance to the south, the village covered by green trees, there is also the green in the north of the highway spreading from the road ditch to the top of the mountain. In summer, the green of vegetation is dark green and light green, which seems to be soaked and smeared in the picture, revealing refreshing, quiet and elegant, making my heart step into the mind of nature bit by bit and feeling its peaceful artistic conception. The most beautiful scenery belongs to late autumn. At that time, the color of vegetation showed golden yellow, dark red, orange, mixed with green, which made the road from the north of the road to the top noisily. Large pieces of thick colors appear in front of people’s eyes, which are like the rosy clouds falling to the West. They are so dazzling that people are moved and amazed. (3) My eyes were moving, breathing the fresh air, enjoying the beautiful scenery of Summer Morning, humming the poem which made my heart extremely gentle and flat at this time. What kind of song can stir my heartstrings and play a resonant melody together? What I heard most was the songs floating on the street, and I was often moved. It was just like the wind blowing through my skin, and there was also a feeling of coolness and comfort, but it disappeared instantly. (4) I started to work. I picked up the broom left by a family on the roadside, and swept the sand, wooden sticks and garbage on the roadside into the road ditch one by one. Put artificial garbage such as plastic bags into the bags prepared earlier, and throw it inside when sweeping it to the side of the garbage table. I am still humming, and my heart is extremely happy and moved. Suddenly I remembered what my husband said to me a few days ago: this time I didn’t eat any chili pepper, so you ate more. A few days ago, our family, my husband and my two classmates and family gathered together. My husband paid for the reception in a hotel. My husband ordered a dozen dishes, most of which did not contain spicy pepper. I didn’t clip a chopstick except hot pepper fried shredded pork. I ate everything else. When I got home, my husband said to my two sons: the happiest thing today is that your mother has eaten some. Is? I didn’t say anything, and I was shocked at that time. Because I was busy doing housework, my husband’s words seemed to be put into a deep well, without causing any ripples in my heart. (5) The next day, my husband said to me with relief and joy: most of yesterday’s dishes did not contain spicy pepper, and you also ate some. Listening to her husband’s tone, it was like a big deal, which made him relieved. I still didn’t say a word. I was used to watching others eating and drinking spicy and oily food outside, and I only picked up some rare ones without spicy seeds. Every time I come back from the door-to-door reception of relatives and friends outside, my husband always asks: Can’t you eat spicy food? Don’t you have enough? I replied indifferently: if you eat more steamed buns, you will not be full. How can you not be full! My husband always said, no more words. (6) I turned the broom, swept the floor and hummed. The poet who cherished the candle peony in the midnight was so pitiful of The Peony in front of the stairs. The only two declining peony flowers are afraid of the wind blowing down tomorrow, so they can watch the candle in the middle of the night. A man with such a heart must also cherish his wife and children. The poet’s feelings suddenly pulled out the words that sank into my heart, and perhaps the words that sank into my heart forever, which surprised me suddenly. I almost made a big mistake, which was made by most people. Accustomed to the care and greetings of relatives, take it for granted, but do not know the return, appreciate it. In fact, at that time, I should smile gratefully to my husband, or say softly: You are so nice! My husband’s words contain deep love for me. He witnessed me eating the dishes in the plate one by one. The sweetness in my heart was better than the delicious food in front of me, as if the stones in my heart fell to the ground. Finally, seeing his wife’s full belly, leaning against the back of the chair comfortably, talking and laughing with everyone, he talked happily with his old classmates. (7) sweeping the road, on the way back, the husband of morning exercise was waiting for me on the road, and we went home together. I was still humming. The fallen petals in front of the middle steps of the poet’s courtyard, which cherished peony, must float in my husband’s heart at this time, fluttering and dancing in his heart with the Morning Breeze of Summer.

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Because I am afraid that the ruthless slingshot will hurt my weak body and make me not recognize the direction of going home, and I will not be able to go back to my warm grass nest, I can’t find my dearest family. I don’t want to be the pool of clear spring in the forest because I am afraid that the ink claws of human beings will blacken my clear soul! Do not want to do! I don’t want to be …… I just want to be myself. I have a bright smile like a flower, a freedom like a bird, and a pure heart that no one can understand.

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The simple and honest smile hung on the farmer’s face, facing piles of harvested rice, a kind of unspeakable satisfaction; Jubilant, legs jumped up, it was the moment to get the university notice, A kind of unspeakable joy; A long breath and excited face, that is the moment of success, a kind of recognition of hard work; A shake of sweat, revealing handsome cheeks, it was the scene of returning from the playground, a refreshing mood!

Refreshing, the satisfaction of freedom, the recognition of giving, the report of responsibility generating value, when it comes, you will be the happiest person in the world, my achievements are recorded in the history of life at this moment. This kind of feeling always comes from a kind of hard work, hard work and effort, and then you realize that the smell is a kind of encouragement, an end to the past, it is also a kind of longing for the future. The Journey of Hope will be stronger. There is a floating white cloud in the blue sky, which is the crystallization of your hard work, however, I am continuing to compile more beautiful dreams, which are Golden to the edge of white clouds. People looking up at the sky can see you working hard at any time, working silently, waiting quietly, waiting for the next achievement, waiting for the arrival of the next refreshing mood.

Fresh mood, hard-won, retreat and think about its source, all go through a long period of work, the solid Bird’s Nest is completely the Swallow’s parents took a mouthful of mud from distant places, accumulating bit by bit, they don’t have dexterous hands and can’t finish this project quickly. They can only squeeze them one by one with their long mouths, which may be easy for human beings and can be easily solved without any effort, but for these lovely elves, it will take a lot of time, maybe it will take ten days and a half months, because this is their home, and they will reproduce here, they pay more seriously and dare not slack off at all. This is just like our parents who work hard for their children, only in return for their children getting married and building a beautiful house for their children. These are for families that are not rich, I really need to spend my whole life energy.

Refreshing comes from giving and sweat. It is really a beautiful moment, which really makes people proud. And this can only be a starting point. On a strong road, we must continue to move forward with the crystallization of sweat, and we must not let down every drop of sweat, we should not let down the sweat of all people who have expectations for ourselves. Stepping on the footprints of success, step by step, walking on a road that continues to shed sweat, there are flowers and applause, encouragement and strength, spray on the shoulder, there are high winds passing by our ears, snowflakes flying in pieces, spring, summer, autumn and winter, going round and round. As always, we are on a solid road. Looking back, it is the beauty of hard work without leaving any regrets; Looking forward, it is a lot of beauty, and many gifts shine in the flowers; Meditation, the happiness that penetrates into the bottom of my heart is created in my own hands.

There is a long way to go. I will search up and down, step on a hard-working Road, step on my own sweat, shake off my wet hair, hold my head high and stride forward, let’s make achievements one after another, let’s continue to write glory, and sing all the way on our life.

Refreshing, always bloom after the sweat is thrown; Bloom, let the sweat be thrown for the next refreshing.

Dripping fun life journey, floral Shino, joy, liulv Mountain Green, Lake eyeful.

With sweat as company, fresh and fresh, without any regret, let’s go to tomorrow together!

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It’s cloudy on Sunday, January 23th, 2014 dear, I want to tell you this complicated mood! In the tangled time, I want to get rid of my annoying work, abandon my annoying worries, and say that my mood is always unpredictable with the weather, personnel and miss.

On Monday, January 24th, 2014, the weather was light rain dear, I wanted to say to you in the time when it rained carelessly: I walked in the trembling corridor with an umbrella, covered in muddy water, some people are chuckling and laughing, while others are turning around and ignoring. However, my dear, I didn’t fall down under the beating of the whole world. As always, I walked towards the light of dawn and Dawn, trying to only wet my shoes and socks.

On Tuesday, January 25th, 2014, the weather turned cloudy. Dear, I want to say to you during my painful and sunny days: I control my mouth and broken teeth, I can only keep my face expressionless and continue listening, watching, enduring injustice and injustice. I am afraid of losing trust, dependence and hope. However, dear, I am very sad and disappointed. Why is the world changing and time passing away? Someone answered me: because you are growing!

On Wednesday, January 26th, 2014, the weather is cloudy dear, I want to say to you in the days of confusion, disconsolation and depression: in the choice of giving up is not easy or not; In missing is not enough, if I don’t think about it, I will feel painful and depressed; When my pain goes away, I don’t know if there is any regret or regret, but the strong self-esteem and bigotry like a hurricane urge me to leave, just as black and white are changeable, they are either voluntary or voluntary. Dear, why is it such a distressed word?

On Thursday, January 27th, 2014, the weather was cloudy dear, in the sleepy and clear time, I want to say to you: if someone gives clear comfort and transparent care when you are extremely happy and painful, I will be grateful and report to Yongquan! If there is such a person, dear, I can’t believe I am hope is you!

On Friday, January 28th, 2014, the weather turned cloudy to light rain dear, I want to say to you in the time when I want to dance and laugh when I walk, “Life with firewood, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea is wonderful, sometimes I always feel embarrassed when I expect too much! Dear, I look forward to, miss and wait in the beautiful vision.

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When I got the shopping card issued by the factory, I felt that it was too light, especially in front of the soaring prices, it was even more insignificant. But when I look back, it will be better after all. No matter how big the value is, the factory still has some meaning, which will not let people down to the end. Taking my colleague’s motorcycle after work, I dressed up in factory clothes and went to Lehai supermarket. The tired face of the factory clothes can be seen everywhere. It seems that my colleagues are also impatient, and they are all in a hurry to squander the shopping card, in case that this small card with face value always appears in front of your eyes, evoke your dissatisfaction with the factory. Looking around the east and west, there are many dazzling things. There are too many things to buy, but you can’t buy them everywhere. The small shopping card can’t bear the great desire to buy. So everyone pushed the empty car up and down, from the second floor to the third floor, then came down again and again, finally walked to the front of a cargo rack, carefully picked up the goods, and quietly put them down, the stingy behavior made the salesman look puzzled. In front of the enlarged price, I seemed to see my tiny figure. There was an old couple beside me who wore plain clothes and frowned. The expensive food price finally embarrassed them. They turned around in front of the vegetable stall for several times, and finally stopped in front of the cabbage and radish stall, skillfully choosing a cheap life. I looked sad, so I didn’t want to visit again, pushing the selected items to the front desk to check out. After the price was summarized, my heart felt cold, which was beyond the face value of the shopping card. How could I expect that the cash I carried with me was not enough, so I had no choice but to remove the unimportant items and leave only the items necessary for life.

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It rained on the night of early autumn. Outside the brightly lit city, a wide river separated the noise of the city with the sound of running water. On the other side of the river, a car was parked in an unmanned little square. The rain hit the roof, splashing a layer of mist. A dog was lying under the car, as if sleeping or not. On the ground below the door, a pair of slippers were placed there, with the toe facing outward and the heel facing inward. There was some faint light in the car door, sitting in front of the light quietly, holding a cigarette flashing with Mars in his mouth, silently in a daze there. Don’t ask, that person is me. The crackling rain hit the roof, which is the music of nature. When the rain is dense, it is like a pearl and a jade plate, and when it is dense, it is like a thousand cannons. The raindrops are big and small, when they are big, they are like beans and beads, and the sound comes to my ears; When they are small, they are like silk and thread, gently touching the car window on the roof, and the water drops are flowing silently outside the window. Sometimes, I stepped on slippers alone, took a big umbrella, sat on a fishing stool, and smoked under the umbrella alone. The light fog covered the city on the other side of the river in the night, and the lights of high buildings and windows suddenly went out, just like the eyes of the seemingly sweet houses, looking at me silently in the rain, I don’t even yearn for it at all. Since the lost can never come back, no need to think about it, I have a kind of relief instead. All these have nothing to do with me, only the running water in the river, never stop, sprawling to where it should go. Enjoy it. I can listen to the rain on this deserted autumn night. Breathe with nature, sleep in the embrace of beautiful scenery, look at the sky, the floating clouds, the starry lights of the city on the other side, listen to the sound of running water in the river, listen to the sound of birds and insects, listen to the sound of rain hitting autumn leaves and the sound of breathing. All these are beyond the enjoyment of most people, but I enjoy them alone. I am grateful to God for giving me the gift that can let me fly the wings of my heart, let me do whatever I want, do whatever I want, and go wherever I think. The place where my heart comes back is my hometown. Camping in the nature is far more reliable and sweet than sleeping on the bed in the fighting room. Without the fetters of home, it will be clean. I have been used to living alone. The equipment for survival in the field is being complete day by day. There are beds, quilts, movable tables and chairs, water, tea, a complete set of coffee equipment and coffee beans in the car. There are umbrellas, tents and camp beds. There are mosquito nets and rain shields on the window, which can ensure good ventilation and not be invaded by rain. With computers and Internet, I can work or surf the Internet. No one can disturb me. My heart and body can relax. I often work more efficiently, at the same time, I also have more time to breathe with nature. Sleep under the stars and the moon at night, and open your eyes in the Rising Sun in the morning. Stretching my waist and moving my muscles and bones, I obviously felt the vitality came back to me. I have completely adapted to living in the wild for two months alone, and I am not used to living at home. There is always a complex, which is to go to an unmanned corner and listen to the rain. Every time I have this idea, there is no rain. There is no time when there is rain; When there is time, there is no rain. It is hard to have such a coincidence as today, with leisure and rain. In the silent autumn rain, I can fall asleep in the singing of the rain.

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