I like reading paper books, and reading those dark words facing the computer always makes me headache. I was too busy to go to the bookstore for a long time. It is rare for me to take a day off on May Day, so I invited some friends to buy books. The night before, I made a long list of “Where is the Mountain”, “riverbed”, “as if there is wind”, “Deep season” and “Yimen in Jiangzhou” by Chen Qiwen. Hermann’s white whale, and the book called “No. 84 Charing Cross Street” which is called the book-loving Bible. I like these books because I have read other books of the author or browsed some chapters on the Internet. He paid attention to blogs there many years ago, and he had never published any books at that time. Reading his words can always make you feel a kind of unspeakable quietness. There is no low singing, no tying. He just talked with himself in the simplest voice, a kind of words from the heart. Most of the time I am dare not read what he wrote. When I saw his words, I would not dare to write for a long time, because compared with his words, I feel that I am still in primary school. Words are always magical, especially in the dead of night, the most easy thing to think of is his words. I am not satisfied with e-books and so on, and always lack a feeling, maybe only when the words are attached to the paper can they feel alive. When I read Chen Qiwen’s words, it was a lonely Walker with a light gray cover in a bookstore in Foshan. The first text in the book —— how far can a boat go, I was deeply fascinated by it. I bought it immediately and read the book crazily in one night. I like reading books, but it is far from that degree of craziness. But Chen Qiwen’s words made me feel crazy about books. Description like flowing clouds, beautiful vocabulary, abundant connotation, and his deep impression of his feelings in the words. He perfectly combined enthusiasm and calmness together, and looked at history, characters and the nation with detached wisdom. Unconsciously, he walked into your heart. I have heard of “No. 84 Charing Cross Street” a long time ago, which is praised as a scholar’s bible. In fact, it is a collection of letters from an American writer and a bookstore in London. No. 84 Charing Cross Street is the address of the bookstore. That day, I went straight to Tianhe Book shopping center with this list full of expectations. This biggest bookstore in Guangdong will never lack my small books, although I have been to many bookstores before and haven’t found them. Literature is on the third floor, and the computer inquiry system is faulty, so it can only be found slowly along the bookshelf. From foreign literature to Chinese literature, from small to prose, from essays to essays, I almost turned over the literature section for four hours, the book I wanted didn’t even see a shadow, which almost made me despair. For me, who doesn’t like buying books online, it is almost a little cruel torture. As a result, I got angry and bought a set of painting tools to learn painting. Anyway, learning painting is also a long-planned thing. I still finished reading “No. 84 Charing Cross Street”, which is an e-book downloaded on the Internet. Even though I don’t like reading in front of the computer, I can’t wait to see it. These letters are actually plain, but there seems to be an impulse to cry. I don’t know whether it is because of touching or this kind of too real words. The strong smell of human feelings seemed to evoke my childhood memories again. Writer Hailian hanfu and bookstore manager Frank del had written letters for as long as two decades. This platonic friendship lasted until the end of one of them’s lives. When Hailian Hanfu walked into the bookstore No. 84 Charing Cross Street for the first time, it was already more than twenty years later. Frank del had passed away. These two friends who had been through letters for decades, I haven’t seen it until the end, which is a pity and also very sweet. I always like those real words, which can always touch the most fragile string in my heart, making me sad and happy. Find the most real life in the gap of words. Every time I go to a place, I like to read the wish wall on that side. The simplest, saddest, happiest, or most irrelevant wishes are all wandering in the words on the wall, there is the most real life there. Behind a rainy season is another rainy season. One sadness is followed by another. However, I will live with a smile and look for the next impossible you. This is a sentence written on the wish wall of mushroom Hall milk tea shop in Dongguan Street, Yangzhou. After a long time, I still remember it. Maybe this is the charm of words.

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Last night, I was so quiet that I couldn’t sleep. Unconsciously, my face got wet again. Recently, I heard several intimate friends talking about the topic of losing love. In this season of breaking up, I also thought for a long time… losing love, is it losing a lover or a relationship? However, before losing, what do we have? Yes, we are very happy, that is a kind of happiness. After separation, don’t we still have it… we still have a good memory, a common guard agreement, which is to guard the beauty of the past. After that, I talked about the word blessing with a friend at the same time. Yes, since I chose to break up, why not leave each other with blessing. I remember she said that it is very poetic, and it is good to like it. Yes, just like it. I just often think that I still care about it. I hope she can live well every day. Even if she is destined to meet others, even if I will be lost, jealous and heartbroken. But I still need to learn to bless silently and try my best to help if necessary. My friend also told me that it is best for her to be happy if she can work hard and let herself have the ability to help the people she cares about. Don’t remember the oath, but forget how to miss after turning around. If one day she still needs me, I will try my best……

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Suddenly he remembered this poem. He subconsciously wanted to find the answer, but lost his way on the way. I felt helpless at first, but I couldn’t let myself go with the flow all the time. He found ten thousand reasons for him to forget her, but when he saw her, he found that time could not erase memories, and the former gentleness would still remember him but simply said: you came? She just said softly: Well, just as gentle as before, just a little heartless. He began to believe one sentence: once men and women can’t be lovers, they can’t be friends again. Those past which were scattered in the years had been etched beyond recognition. Once missed, it would be forever. Therefore, he began to hide his inner wounds with hypocritical smiles. But when they forgive each other’s absurdity, it is the end of the song at this moment. Even if they are sad, they should be happy.

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When they first came to a new big group, except being curious about coming to this new class, the two shy and shy people were not busy dealing with classmates and getting acquainted with each other like other people of the same age, instead, they sat in their seats and watched the classroom quietly. Occasionally, their eyes gathered together for a few short seconds. (later, when recalling the impression of seeing Ze at first, xiao Bao feels very clean and gentle). After the seat was rearranged, Xiao Bao and ze became the front and back seats. She seemed to be very satisfied with the arrangement of the teacher. In the following days, the opportunities for communication between them gradually increased, xiaobao knew that he lived in a military family. He received strict education from his father since childhood and cultivated his integrity. No wonder he always walked so straight when he was nearly 180 tall. Gradually she liked to talk to him, because her dream was to be an excellent soldier. She yearned for that kind of military life, and she liked to let him tell her stories about the military camp. Have the forces of vision, more inspired her military test of desire, to know in them that little place, want to go a woman soldier, to spend no less than 300,000 of the cost, for her, the most practical thing is to study hard, Early obtain military academy. In order to get to the classroom early for a while, she took the initiative to undertake the task of opening the classroom door every day, and there was another student in the class who cooperated with each other in case of emergency. Xiao Bao rode a bicycle every day to get out of her home which was 2.5 kilometers away from school, and there was almost no time that she was not the first one to get there. In this way, I persisted to the third year of junior high school. Originally, I would change classes every new semester, but in order to avoid students spending more time to adapt to the new class, because the key year of senior high school entrance examination in the third year of junior high school, therefore, generally, no shift will be transferred from junior two to junior three. Therefore, both Xiao Bao and ze can continue to study in the same class. One day, Fang, a female classmate who was always vigorous in the class, deliberately found fault and bullied Xiao Bao. Xiao Bao secretly shed tears on the seat with grievance. No one noticed her. Ze came over and comforted her gently, with her talk. In the second half of the third year of junior high school, Xiao Bao found that the classroom door had been opened every time she arrived. Was it because she was late recently? But look at the watch in the classroom, no. And when the classroom door was opened several times, Xiao Du hadn’t come yet? What happened? Didn’t the last classmate lock the classroom door? It’s not like that. It won’t be like this for a long time. After thinking about it, Xiao Bao decided to ask Xiao first. It turned out that Xiao’s key was taken by Ze a month ago, ze said he was close to home, which was not a big problem. Hehe, that’s it, then I’m relieved, I thought it was my mistake? At this time, Xiao whispered, “Bao, does Ze like you? I found that he always pays attention to you! Xiao, stop gossiping and learn from you. I won’t fall in love before I go to college. Oh, that’s it… In a twinkling of an eye, the senior high school entrance examination is approaching, and everyone is busy. Apart from intense review, exchanging student records has become popular. I also invited Ze to stay in the student records. In the gift, he wrote: let the flower of life bloom for you and make your life dazzling. Although this is the only sentence, I feel it is the best one I have received. Thinking of my previous help, I wrote a letter to him, with thanks to him and blessings for his future, hoping to walk better in the future. He also gave me something for courtesy. It was in the afternoon of the graduation group photo that he was late. Later he came to me and said something to you and left. There are three photos in it, his life photo in the family Hospital of Northeast Army when he was young, a immature face. On the back of the photo, he wrote: Do what you want to do, dream what you want to dream, and be the best of yourself. Bao, if you want to be a soldier, go to the military school and don’t feel wronged. (Ii) at the age of 17, the senior high school entrance examination was over when she shouldn’t say she loved her. Xiao Bao didn’t go to the county key high school, and she didn’t want her parents to spend tens of thousands of yuan, so I signed up for an ordinary high school with a score of more than 100 points, thinking that no matter what the school is, it is the most important thing to learn by yourself. On the first day of arriving at school, there is a list not far from the school gate, which is to find your name and know which class you are in. Surprisingly, she saw Ze’s name. It turned out that he also went to this school. More surprisingly, Ze and her classmates, you know, in this strange place, it is not easy to meet someone in a strange school. Besides, it is still a classmate who I have been with for two years. Looking around this place where I have to live and study for three years, Xiao Bao was full of expectation and passion, and she decided to change herself to be an optimistic and cheerful person. I found 323 my dormitory, in which there was a pretty girl who was cleaning up and greeted each other. After putting up her daily necessities, they went to the teaching building to find their own class one (7). After a while, they came to the door of the classroom. Wow, it turned out that everyone was almost here. Standing here, looking at strange faces, taking a deep breath, they found a seat in the penultimate row and sat down. Some classmates chatted and introduced her, and she also actively communicated with others, feeling that everything was not as bad as she thought. While chatting, a new classmate came in again. Xiao Bao was delighted. Yes, that was Ze. As usual, he sat in an empty seat behind her. It was destined, Xiao Bao said. At the beginning, I was a little unaccustomed to the life in boarding school. Fortunately, there were nine other beautiful students with different personalities accompanying me in the dormitory, so the 3.1-line life did not show loneliness, the members of the dormitory are arranged according to the ranking of the class, so the top students in the class are gathered in the dormitory of 323. I can learn from each other, study and live, and everyone is happy together. Immediately, the monthly exam was received. After this exam, students’ seats would be arranged according to the ranking of the exam. No matter what others didn’t care about, Xiao Bao didn’t want to sit in the back any more, because she was a little myopic, she couldn’t see clearly the blackboard writing on the blackboard every afternoon, and borrowed others’ transcript every time after class, which was a waste of time. Just the day before the exam, Ze stopped Xiao Bao when the evening self-study class was over and said, “I will leave later. I have something for you. So Xiao Bao asked Xiao Qing, the deskmate and roommate, to leave first. Xiao Qing looked at him, He smiled and left knowingly. Ze took out something like stationery from his pocket and gave it to Xiao Bao, saying that he would go back and see it again, then he went out. On the balcony, Xiao Bao didn’t open it in the dormitory. In the dim moonlight, she opened the letter paper folded into heart shape. It was a love letter with three pages, it was full of records of Ze’s admiration for Xiao Bao when he was in middle school. Xiao Bao could not forget the last crappy English of the content: wouldyouindmakemegirlfriendwithme? But what impressed her more was Ze told Xiaobao that she was the motivation of Ze’s study. If possible, he would like to accompany her into the university campus with excellent results. Besides being happy, Xiao Bao didn’t know what to do. Although she had a good impression on Ze, she wasn’t sure she liked it. Besides, she thought she was still young, when I entered school, I told my roommates that I would not fall in love before I went to college, and my family members would not agree to early love. After thinking about it, Xiao Qing said it once he went back to the dormitory: now there are still boys who are so shy and give love letters secretly. Xiao Bao’s face was red at once. The Lady Tiantian asked, what are you going to do? Xiao Bao told everyone her thoughts, Tiantian said, sometimes, Those who should come will always come: Let’s do this first, Xiao Bao thought. In the next two days, Xiao Bao and ze didn’t meet each other in the nervous monthly exam. Even if they ran into Xiao Bao, they just said hello. On a night self-study, Ze exchanged positions with Xiao Bao’s deskmate and wrote a note asking Xiao Bao what he thought. Xiao Bao said that he was still young and didn’t want to fall in love, which disappointed ze very much, he didn’t say anything in the following days. One day, Ze’s friend found Xiao Bao and said that Ze was a little decadent just like a different person these days, hoping to help him. This made Xiao Bao feel guilty, but how could she help him? It rained continuously in autumn. After night lessons, Xiao Bao and Wang Rong on the upper berth thought of going to the playground together. Just half of the journey, they stood in front of them alone. It was Ze, he asked Wang Rong to go back first and then asked Xiao Bao whether he would like to have an umbrella with him for a walk. Xiao Bao thought that he should have a good talk and make everything clear. Along the way, Ze talked about the beauty of his high school days. He earnestly asked Xiao Bao to give him a chance to be together. Even if they tried to stay together for a period of time, then they would give up when they felt they couldn’t do it, don’t reject yourself in such a hurry. Looking at Ze’s sincere attitude and thinking about his friend’s words that day, she agreed. Looking at Ze’s overjoyed joy, Xiao Bao thought that he liked her very much. This year, both of them were 17 years old. Everything in the future seemed to be logical. Ze accompanied Xiao Bao to eat, fetch water, care and greet, and took care of everything, just like all girls in love, she just simply enjoyed everything, immersed in a sea of happy flowers. Maybe even she didn’t know when to start, she lived in a ze in her dream, and she couldn’t get rid of it any more. She cared about his joys and sorrows, and wanted to see him every moment. In class, he would also look back secretly to see if he had listened carefully. During the holiday, because there was no phone call, Xiao Bao wrote a diary, writing what she wanted to say to Ze and telling her missing for him. In order to facilitate the contact between the two, Ze matched Xiao Bao with a mobile phone, although with a mobile phone, Xiao Bao is sometimes willing to communicate with Ze to record every bit by writing. Such days lasted for more than half a year. However, one day in class, teacher Liu, the head teacher, called Xiao Bao to the office. It turned out that the teacher found her and ze had an early love, which was rare and forbidden in school at that time. Teacher Liu told Xiao Bao about the interest of puppy love, He also advised that parents should cooperate if they didn’t correct it. Upon hearing that parents were invited, Xiao Bao denied his puppy love and only said Ze was his middle school classmate and was relatively familiar with him. Besides, the final exam is coming soon. Xiao Bao knows his task and will not let everyone down. The head teacher said nothing when seeing Xiao Bao say so. Lying in bed at night, looking back over the past half a year, although the grades were not affected much, they were indeed distracted a lot, and they were not keen on learning. Thinking about the original intention of entering the school, Xiao Bao hesitated, emotionally, she was not so desperate and didn’t realize which one was more important to her. The final exam was over, and the holiday which lasted for more than two months was about to begin. When the holiday was about to leave, Xiao Bao handed it to Ze diary and asked him to go home to read it again. In the end, she hoped that the two would be good friends in high school, encourage each other in learning and make progress together. She would wait until he entered the university. The days waiting for holidays always seem long, thinking of Ze’s care for himself and the song “I and you are the only one on the way to love” he sang for himself in front of the whole class. Thinking of the day when it rained heavily, he sent himself home, but during this period, they had never met each other, and even had not made a phone call. Xiao Bao thought maybe he gave up, just a few days before school started, Xiao Bao received Ze’s text message, explaining the process of his first acquaintance with Xiao Bao to fall in love, and describing Xiao Bao as too naive and mature, Ze said, he had no friends in his life and would wait until she accepted himself. Such words also moved her deeply, and she decided to let go of her bad feelings and truly accept him. Three years passed quickly. As the college entrance examination approached, Ze said that he didn’t want to go to college anymore. He also hoped that Xiao Bao would be the same as himself, because he was afraid that he would be separated from Xiao Bao, worried that the distance between two people will affect each other’s feelings. Even though Xiao Bao was eager to go to college and full of infinite yearning for college, she decided to agree to Ze. She imagined that after graduation, the two people and their parents would be open, and then they would work hard together in the society, looking forward to a happy life. In the second half of 2010, Xiao Bao studied advertising design in an advertising company recommended by others. Ze, he chose his favorite chef industry, although their working places were different, but Xiao Bao thought that as long as her heart was in the other side, the distance would not be far away, and once Xiao Bao had free time, he would go to Ze and give him pocket money, which she thought was very sweet. Later, ze went to Shanghai, and Bao er believed him. A good man was ambitious. She shouldn’t be his Fetter. She turned her daily lovesickness into a ghost at her fingertips and spread it on the paper. Ze once said to her, remember, no matter where I will be or what I will be, it must be you who will come with me in the end. Yes, it was this sentence that made boa trust Ze 100%, and she also thought that if she loved him, she should absolutely trust him. During the Spring Festival, Ze Dai Xiaobao met his family. His parents had a good attitude. He joked that Ozawa would let you take care of him in the future. Xiao Bao feels that he is one step closer to happiness.

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Sparse is rare, new and old calendar meet in this month. This is the 15th night, and the sky is full. The night wind penetrates through the dense bamboo forest, gently blows his face and drains into his nostrils. The night wind is cool and clean. In the mobile phone, outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the verdant and Green music sounds quite quiet. The rolling mountains have been asleep. Looking far away, I saw some sparse families lying on the half waist of the mountain. The roar of pigs, the cry of babies and the bark of dogs could be vaguely heard. In the asbestos tile room with wind leaking all around, I turned off the light and closed my eyes, as if all desires had become redundant. In such a night, I don’t want to, don’t argue, and don’t worry about the brightness and darkness of the future. I only held the determination like this: let it come if you should, let it go if you should. I ignored all the slander, rumor and coldness. I am not afraid of loneliness, sadness or annoyance. I don’t have to face the sea, my heart is already blooming in spring. It was a bright night. Thanks to it, I only want to take the road under my feet, and I only want to be myself. 2014.01.15

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Why didn’t she let her go after she was dead? Because of fate and reality, she suffered all the sufferings in the world. You humiliated her like that, torturing her was not enough, but also trampling on her dignity, her soul will not let your Zhang Jie go even if she is accused of the crime. If you trample on and humiliate her personal dignity like that, her soul will also complain. She also had to claim the injustice. She would also cry for injustice in hell. How could you trample on her personal dignity like that and call her a bitch,. Are you still fucking human? It’s worse than a beast, humiliating her pure and kind heart, her heart is simple and kind, you trampled her personal dignity in order to raise yourself, she did not trampled your dignity until death, she doesn’t know her soul either. You are too despicable and shameless. She will cry for injustice even if she goes to hell and heaven. I didn’t expect that you trampled on her personal dignity like this, and you were dressed in human skin, if her conscience is so bad, you will make her soul uneasy. If you guys are damned, will you not be afraid of retribution if you trample on her personal dignity like that? She finally got rid of her death. Those who committed suicide all wanted to bully her, humiliate her, torture her and threaten her. She committed suicide and committed suicide at 12 o’clock at night, cut with razor blade, the sheet was full of blood, life came to the camera, she was finally free, there is a person he will never know he is her pride, is her show off. Knowing him is her honor in this life. Seeing her laughing is her happiest moment. She once said that you are her most beautiful destiny in this life, her soul is asking her, is she good? She misses you very much. She misses you who gave her a silly smile. Her soul remembers you. Just like you remembered her, in fact she said you were the best, the most handsome, kind-hearted, pure and sunny. She missed your parents so much. They were so educated, kind, good, she will never forget that she once stood in front of your door and told you that your family was the most beautiful fate in her life. Maybe she was stupid, but she was very happy at that time, she still remembered you at the moment she died. She got the name Zhang Bin. She said she had heard your mother call her a three-word name once, but she didn’t hear it clearly at that time, she named you ZHANG BIN. She giggled before she died. She didn’t know the name of the person she remembered most, while the person she remembered knew her name. She missed him so much, she wanted to tell him if he could call him Zhang Bin in the afterlife. In this way, she can find him and still smile at her like that, OK? She didn’t see enough in this life, although she knew that he might trample on her for his dignity and raise himself. But she wanted to say that he was her pride in this life. She was showing off how good, amazing, arrogant and upright Zhang was to everyone, she felt honored to meet him in this life, and how good it was in her heart. She wanted everyone to say that her Zhang He was so good, but she knew it in her heart,. Maybe he was humiliating her and raising himself up, although she knew that men were not worthy of her nostalgia and memory, but now she wants to say that it is her pride to meet such an excellent man. She will cry when thinking of him, although she knows that black men are not good, they will trample on people who like him for their dignity and face. They are heartless, heartless and heartless. Women are their stepping stones and can stand up to them.

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At the end of the day, I got up in the car in the scenery beside the river. After washing, I stretched myself, thinking that the New Year’s Day would be over and all the holidays would be off. It was time for me to have a good rest. I went to the deserted office alone. It’s clean. Today is mine! I can enjoy the office network alone, read books, surf the Internet, and complete some unfinished commitments. But today’s tranquility was broken. Because of a phone call from someone who had nothing to do with me, my good mood suddenly vanished and vanished. At noon, I went to mantenin with my son Xiong Jian and went to sit quietly. I wanted to listen to music with my son. I didn’t say anything and didn’t want anything. I tasted the fragrant mantenin coffee, while silently watching the bamboo swaying in the wind outside the window, I sat in a daze like this, but because of a WeChat, I couldn’t calm down any more. Alone, in the car, wandering far away, half of China has traveled all over. In the hot summer, colorful autumn and cold winter, I drove slowly. I have been to many places in the wind and rain, in the hot sun and in the cold wind, I have seen the clear water in the mountains and the broken clouds flying slowly on the mountainside, the foggy cities and thousands of window lights that have nothing to do with me constantly blink; The rising sun in the mist of rice fields in the plain morning, the lines of gentle and elegant wild goose array with proud wings are so beautiful that the rising sun is suffocating; The Yangtze River, Yellow River, Huai River Canal, vast waves of smoke, and countless cargo ships, ships and boats come and go leisurely; Hangzhou, Suzhou, Yangzhou, xijing, Nanjing, Tianjin, countless good scenery, countless traffic and people; Taihu Lake, West Lake, Crescent Lake, Jinan Lake, how many long mornings and nights, the Sun, the moon, the stars, the silver light on the water surface blown by the breeze; Heavy rain, light rain, beating my car, washing my way, and my oppressed heart which was about to explode. Along the flood dike of Yangtze River, it is winding from Zhangjiagang to Shanghai, While driving and watching the clouds, we arrived at the unknown island in the East China Sea. The pure blue cloudless sky was in the strong wind of Level 9, and countless stars were full of clear night sky. Originally, I wanted to take off all the fig leaf beside the boundless sea, beat my chest barefoot and naked, dance and dance with tears, split my lungs, burst into tears, cry and scold, but when I came to sit beside the sea, I was speechless and tearless; Only the sea breeze shook my car, as if comforting my wounded wandering soul. I took out a box of cigarettes and pressed them on the beach with stones. I lost myself after smoking one by one. The scenery was so beautiful and so beautiful. Why should I come here? Should I bother myself like this? Who am I crying for? Who am I crying? Since what you have lost, why bother yourself and make yourself unhappy? Go, Go, go, let all the past become clouds! Rolling, let all the pain fly in the wind! Spit a few bad phlegm, drink three cups of cold water, yell on the beach, as clear as sobering, from head to toe, pleasure rises from the heart, from the leisurely invasion of blood vessels to the hair, the whole body is shocked! Looking at the sky and the sea, the distant lighthouse suddenly became brighter and brighter with a whistle. I sat by the seaside at four o’clock, waiting for the sunrise in the grinning sea breeze, but the dark clouds covered the sun. I saw the sky getting brighter and brighter, the sea getting brighter and brighter, seagulls and seabirds, stretching its wings melodiously, flying over and over in pairs, the scenery in front of me was so beautiful! Without a glorious sunrise, the scenery still makes people sigh with admiration; Just as people expect, the God you want may not give you, but it does not mean that your life must have defects. Maybe you have gone through your life and reached the old Twilight. Under the old tree at the dam head of your home, mottled sunshine is projected onto your polished bamboo chair through branches and leaves, drinking a mouthful of smoky old tea, shake the fan slowly and let the dog lick the wrinkles on your feet. You will feel that even if there is no shining past in your life, you will live a peaceful, peaceful and ordinary life than many people, happy, isn’t it perfect? How can you know it is not a blessing! I came back, drifted outside for more than half a year, walked thousands of miles, and returned to my place where I lived and lived a life where I had no struggle with the world. I swim in the mountains every day and live on the waterfront. I am used to seeing the wind, flowers, snow and moon, the grass and trees are withered and withered, the water is Misty, and the mountains are semi-horizontal; I am used to listening to the water singing in the heart of the river, the insects singing on the branches, the dogs. The sun rises three poles, and the Willows sleep on the moon. Happy and free, leisurely and leisurely, isn’t this kind of life beautiful? This situation made me forget about it again. I was unhappy during the day, but I didn’t know where to go? Listen to the flowing water in the river, the same spouting without stopping, the birds in the midnight, chirping from time to time, what can’t you put down? In this world, leaving anyone is still going round and round! Open the door and stand on the wilderness outside the car, let Xiaofeng touch my eyebrows quietly. Looking up at the sky, I don’t know where the thick cumulus clouds are! The sky in the east is dark, and the clouds in the West are slightly bright. Is the sunrise in the East China Sea illuminating the thin clouds in the West? I listened with breath, as if the flower stem beside the car was ringing. Did the footsteps of spring come quietly? People who are close to the fortress have good skills. The horse died without any reason and entered Hu. Everyone was hung up, and his father said, “How is this? After several months of living, his horse returned to Hu Junma. Everyone congratulates him, and his father says: Why can’t it be a disaster? A good horse, whose son is easy to ride, falls down and breaks his thigh (pronunciation B, stock, thigh). Everyone was hung up, and his father said: Why is this not a blessing? After living for one year, Hu people entered the fortress, and Ding Zhuang fought with the strings. The people who were close to the fortress died at 19. The father and son were protected because of their lameness. “Huainanzi human training”

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I haven’t been to the park for a long time. I saw the words of my friend unconsciously, the flowers of the Acacia were scattered with fragrance, and the lotus leaves covered the whole pond… It seems that I don’t believe it, because the scene of the broken lotus leaves in the pool is just around the corner, just like yesterday… I went to the park specially, seeing is believing, I can only say that life is so fast! It’s the college entrance examination day again. The scene of children’s college entrance examination eight years ago is just around the corner. It seems like yesterday. I can only say that life is so fast! In the park, I met three high school classmates who either walked fast or drank tea to chat and preserve their health. They were just young classmates, and the scene was just around the corner. It seemed like yesterday, I could only say that life was so fast!

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My son passed the mid-term exam in junior three, and received a text message to hold a parent-teacher meeting. Usually, my son is not likely to talk about things in the class when he comes back, so I think this parent-teacher meeting is a good opportunity to have face-to-face communication with the teacher, and I hope to know about my son’s learning situation in school through the parent-teacher meeting. My son did better than before in this mid-term exam, and he felt more cheerful than before. Before, their class had been at the end of the so-called good class, thinking about the vigorous son when he just entered junior high school, and then his will became more and more depressed, and he always felt very sad. He once regretted that he shouldn’t be allowed to enter this class, thinking that he could still be a Phoenix if he was allowed to enter an ordinary school. My son didn’t take out the growth record book until I went to school in the afternoon to write my parents’ comments. I saw the mid-term reflection written by him saying that he didn’t do well in Chinese and English, so he had to work hard. There were some small mistakes that he shouldn’t make in other science subjects. First of all, I affirmed that he could recognize his own shortcomings, which was very good. We should work harder on subjects with weak Chinese and English, and give him a clear goal. We hope that he will work towards his goal and strive for his satisfactory results in the next exam. When I arrived at the classroom, I sat on my son’s seat and heard the teacher in charge introduce that their class did well in the exam this time. Two classes, Class 5 and class 15, have always been the best classes in grade. This time, our class rushed to the third position. They all said it was a dark horse. There were several subjects, mathematics, chemistry and so on all passed the first grade. English used to change teachers in the first and second year of junior high school, but now it is taken over by teacher Yang. She has devoted a lot of efforts to urge them to read and recite English in class early every day, as long as they are free during class, they will ask students to change their homework, so that their English scores will also go up. I really want to thank teacher Yang for his high English score. Then the head teacher praised the students who did well in this exam: From the top of the class to the top of the single subject. My son was also praised several times in the single subject of science, but I was always worried that my son’s name would be reported when I was on the list of students whose application form was relatively poor, but in the end, I didn’t report for duty. The polarization of his son’s Arts and Sciences is too great. Science is in the forefront of the class while Liberal Arts is behind. Now the main problem is to raise the liberal arts scores. The head teacher said that the girls in their class studied very seriously, which was recognized by all the teachers. There are 13 girls in the top 20 and only 3 girls in the last ten of the class. The reason why their class did well in the exam this time was that there was no low score in the class. Those with the lowest total score in the class all had more than 450 points, before the 600th grade. Because the students are relatively balanced, the total scores of this class are among the best. The head teacher said that the time from the senior high school entrance examination now is just like the final stage of the 100-meter sprint. As a parent, he should accompany his child to help him run away, and he can’t scold the child only when he sees which subject is not well tested. Children are innocent. Some of the compositions they write mean that their parents just take a fancy to the scores, and if they fail in the exam, they will be scolded. This will only make children more and more tired of learning. As parents, we should be children’s friends, let children speak their hearts, let children see their goals clearly, and our parents should encourage children to work towards their goals. Children have great potential. This time my son couldn’t get his Chinese and English scores. I don’t blame him for Chinese, as long as he doesn’t fall down badly. For him, Chinese has always been a weakness. Since entering the fifth grade, Chinese has rarely achieved excellence. The only thing I did well was that I did well in the graduation exam. However, the best time since entering junior high school was the mid-term exam of grade two, which scored 80 points. Although I feel that he has read a lot of extra-curricular books, he can’t express them in his own words. I always feel that he is a cursive person, so that reading is equal to not reading, which leads to Chinese reading, composition weakest. In primary school, English was my son’s strong point, which was always far ahead of the class. Even in the first year of junior high school, English was still in the forefront of the class. I don’t know why I can’t even pass the class on average. In the aspect of English, I thought he lacked the skill of reading and reciting, which led to his poor performance. He is always asked to recite more words and will certainly catch up. I also asked him to recite the words to me this Saturday, and the spot check was quite good. I couldn’t figure out why he couldn’t get his English scores when he entered junior three. Is it not suitable for the new teacher? But it is also wrong! His class changed his English teacher all the time in the first and second grade of junior high school. I didn’t feel that his English score had dropped badly! Today, when the parent-teacher meeting was held, the teacher sent out the students’ English test paper specially. He saw that his son’s basic questions lost little points, and the main problem was reading comprehension. This exactly? I want to communicate with my English teacher. The teacher said that he should do more reading exercises and ask the children to buy extra-curricular reading books by themselves. She said that basic questions rarely lose points, and they are memorized and written silently every day. Moreover, when it comes to the graduation exam, translating sentences will recite sentence patterns for students, even if they write words, there will be no loss of scores. The main reason is that they lose scores in reading, and reading accounts for a lot of scores in the whole test paper, there are more than 40 points. I told the English teacher that I could recite words well even if I smoked him. Why couldn’t I get up? I asked my son what is the main lack of English? The English teacher said that I watched Chen Fei do his reciting, silent writing and usual homework. It was really good, but I didn’t know how he couldn’t get the exam results. I just thought: whether my son’s English reading is the same as Chinese, and his comprehension ability is relatively weak. Now it is not as simple as reciting words. I really need to do more reading comprehension questions and make him form a sense of language, so that English can be improved. As long as his English can rise by ten percent, his grades will be in the top ten of the class. After the meeting, I told my son the situation of being praised by the teacher, saying that I would buy extra-curricular reading next time when I went back. My son nodded and agreed. This time I seemed to see my son grow up. I know, in fact, my son has always been a positive and motivated child since he was a child. I really think my son is very excellent after listening to the teacher talking about other children. It also made me gradually see that he was getting closer to his ideal goal. Son, you are good. If you try harder, I believe that you will be admitted to the high school you have been longing for for for a long time next year.

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Night, quiet; Wind, cold, cold night swept away the noise of the day, only loneliness, only me. With the yearning of the whole season, the cold wind climbed up the treetop gently sometimes, ran wild sometimes, hung disappointment on the branches sometimes, and poured sorrow on the wilderness sometimes. Thick and light, deep and shallow, it drains into the wall shadow of time, and fades into the waves of time far away. However, when you carefully feel the pain from the stars and the faint wounds, you will feel a lot of thoughts from the bottom of your heart, wandering in, find. I am used to thinking in the wind, and my heart flies with the dead leaves, full of bitterness and mottled on the ground. The lifted memory flows in the bleak Cold, rolling up as injury, stretching as pain and permeating the wind and dust; A bay of thoughts spread quietly, stretching along the green vines of memory and blooming. Pavilion Day cool cloud light, trail path wind rustling. The wind spreads emotions, rolling up pieces of ancient style, whispering in the corridor of the eaves corner, dancing alone in the small pavilion of the Wall Hall, throbbing the common feeling for a lifetime; The cloud smiles, dripping half a pool of clear frost, drunk lying in the dead leaves, the damaged dead branches were red, and the pond was full of cold smoke. In the dim light, memory always draws your outline without reservation, smiles, turns around, wanders ink and backs. Those moments, though a moment of warmth, are eternal love. A cold night moon, what time is it. In the old days, the pavilions and pavilions were full of worries and endless thoughts of tobacco. A heart, a thousand sorrows, love; Half a cup of wine, a drunk, ask for love. I know that I can’t hold your hands smartly, nor can I delete you from the memory panel by taking advantage of the thin edge of this life to describe the previous edge of the next world. That green loneliness gathers in my heart, with ten fingers of cohesion, the Golden string ends the year of Sihua, and the Yao piano sounds are disconsolate. Can a single finger of the clear tone hold the yearning? Thoughts always drift unconsciously. When walking through the old and new wounds, the unconscious touch will always shock the most sensitive wounds. The past dribs and drabs will always come for no reason. The scenes will be staged one by one, and the sentimental feelings will always come together quietly one by one. The past days and nights have been sealed up by the years and become the classic of the heart; The love that has been precipitated, it seems that the sea tide is coming every night, dancing with Willow, and bending with the moon, pressing down to the end of Su Yan’s pen, pouring a piece of cold, ruthless is not like sentimental bitter, an inch is still thousands of strands. Standing quietly in front of the wind, the sound of bamboo flute fluttered beside my ears. I was drunk with the moon, my face was full of beauty, my broken stars were charming, my eyebrows were flashing and my mind was on my mind, telling me about the hunting breeze and the poetic years, follow a natural and Frank love, restore the most admiring time, and put the most perfect you in the most beautiful space. I know that in your world, I can only be a clear dream. I didn’t leave for a long time because I didn’t want to see the ending of flowers falling so early. Shan pillow half bed, dream back to the old dynasty when the moon is bright; Jade flute flies, flowers fall in the end of the world. At this time, although it was only a half-volume dream, I knew very well that there would still be you as before in the corridor of the elegant environment of Qing Ci. Pond grass enters poetry because of dreams, begonia with hatred is no fragrance, you are not pond grass, but into my poetry; I am not begonia, but curling your half-life love wounds. Love, escaped the wind and frost of four seasons, but could not hide the looking back of years. Keeping half a window Moon, Mei Ying gradually went up to the screen window, as if your outline was shallow, your eyes were hazy, and you stretched out your palm, but you didn’t want to touch the wound from the dust for a long time. Looking for winter, I have been singing ice and cold, but there are still withered vines around the branches; Waiting for you, we can know that the infatuated are better than the epilepsy, Nai, Qing bottle jade flute. The wind, relieving emotions, always accompanied me tirelessly, coming fiercely, blowing up the calm of forehead and the persistence of feet; Clearing up the complicated thoughts hastily, walking through the wind, I don’t want to be filled with worries and hit the loneliness in the wind. The broken dreams flow with the wind. Maybe in destiny, you are the flowing dust that I can’t catch in my whole life. I always look at you, but it’s hard to keep two or two; Rouge tears, stay drunk, when heavy, since people grow up, they hate the water and the East, and only sigh that creation makes people. The wind blows the old years, making it easier for Zhu Yan in the mirror; Lovesickness is engraved in the dust, causing some dust. Sake, sorrow, drunk, sad; Cold wind, heart, acid, tears. There is no trace in the night, and after pouring over loneliness, it will draw a deep and dark wound; Fengben is dust-free, running over the oath and engrave the love in the world of mortals. Looking back and looking shallow, the flowers are all gone, but only the desolation breaks the cocoon and becomes a butterfly, making a curve of yearning. There is no dust in the heart of water, not for poetry but for heart, and thousands of lovesickness words can be relied on.

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