There is Jiamu in the South, which is the word in “Tea Sutra”, which can be called the summary of a Tea Sutra. The original text is, tea maker, Jiamu in the South, literally, that is to say, in the South, there is a kind of beautiful green tree called tea tree, whose tender buds and leaves can be made into a drink, which is called tea. The south here refers to the general geographical orientation, which is different from the precise division of geographical location. My hometown is located in the mountainous area of Taihu County in the north of Yangtze River and southwest of Anhui province. It is located in the intersection of North and South. The four seasons are distinct, the temperature difference is obvious, and the diversity of plants is also obvious. Among many crops, tea, it has an unusual weight. Not only tea has become an indispensable flavor in the daily life of the villagers, but also, as a kind of forest fruit economy, it will bring good economic benefits to the villagers every year. When did my hometown start to grow tea? I didn’t study it carefully. I could only say that it has a long history. Some clues should be found in historical records, and there is no need to do specific research. But as one of the charm of life, the same among the seven things, the ancestors who have accompanied the hometown have gone through generation after generation, generation after generation, no matter the smoke is everywhere, or they live and work in peace and contentment, metropolis is one of the essential tastes. As long as I can remember, I have known that the tea trees scattered on the edge of the field are the money tree of the countryside. Although it can’t create rich wealth, if it is missing, parents will be more in poverty, the day of the peasant household will be tighter. In the second and third months of spring every year, when enjoying the spring breeze and going into the ravine, trees of all sizes feel the warmth of spring and spare no effort to bloom new buds. Clusters of tea trees naturally refused to fall behind. After three to five spring rains, the Roaring Spring breeze blew again. Before and after the spring equinox, the tea buds in the axils of the leaves also peaked out their pointed heads happily, the fine fluff and the little Dew hanging on it are really cute. When there were leaves and buds, the peasant woman who was hardworking and thrifty and could not help holding the House would carry a small bamboo basket and drill into the tea trees to pick tea. Her quick hands were just like chicken pecking rice, moving rapidly among tea trees, the fresh and tender tea picked up is filled in the bamboo basket, which has the peculiar fragrance of the stock. Generally, tea is picked in the daytime and made in the evening, so at dusk, the whole village is filled with strong tea fragrance. At this time, the fragrance of fried tea from every household flies over the roof and gathers together, with the cool night wind blowing everywhere, the thick tea fragrance is distributed between the heaven and earth. If the newly arrived guests happened to meet the season of picking tea, there would be lingering tea fragrance in any corner, so I didn’t know how happy I would be. When we were young and our elder sister hadn’t got married, mother and elder sister worried about picking tea at home. When they picked tea, father was busy with the work in the field. This was the case when it was a big group, and the responsibility system was the same after that. But in the evening, when making tea, it was time for my father to show his talent. At that time, the production of fine tea had not emerged, which was almost all fried green tea. But the kung fu on hand determined the appearance of the tea. It could even be said that the color, fragrance and shape were all the same as that of the producer, closely related. My mother was cooking tea on the stove table, while my sister put the fire at the door of the stove and put a handful of fresh grass into the pot. The sound of sound was Pilling, the water vapor was rising, and the white was green. She wrapped my mother in it, there are some floating meanings. My father was in the room, setting up the flat Bluestone, taking over the fried tea and grass sent by my sister, gathering them in the palm of his hand and rolling them hard on the bluestone. Don’t underestimate such a simple action. If you don’t get the point, a bunch of tea and grass will be everywhere, which will affect the quality of the tea, and you can’t keep up with the progress. The tea grass was very obedient in my father’s hand. It was rolling around and around, and it was not messy at all. There was almost no tea grass scattered outside the palm of my hand. Compared with us, be more obedient. Rolling tea and grass is not only vigorous but also skillful. It depends on personal feeling that when to force, when to withdraw force, when to twist the rope, and how much pulp is most suitable, in essence, it is everyone’s housekeeping ability. The tea that was not easy to pick home, the one that didn’t want to be made into the first-class good tea, the buyer was happy, he was willing to pay a good price, and he was full of praise. Could the taste in his heart be beautiful? Of course, every link is very important to make a good tea. The aging and tender degree of tea grass and the fire when making tea should not be underestimated. First of all, good tea can only be produced with good grass, which is a prerequisite. On this basis, every link can be handled properly, which is almost done. When the tea grass is fried, it will be broken when rolling. When it is made into dry tea, there will be more foams. If it is soaked out, there will be no branches and leaves. No matter how good the soup color is, it will also be criticized by the buyer; If, leaves are scorched, easy to break, but also affect the color of the soup. Only a veteran for many years can fry a pot of tea properly. The color of the soup is bright and clear, and the branches, leaves and leaves stretch in the teacup, it is no different from growing on tea trees. Before we couldn’t move our hands, our father and mother all made tea by ourselves, one Fried, the other kneaded, and then dried and dried in a big pot. If they were together, it is always a good dry tea, making a cup of tea, which is pleasing to the eye and tastes full of taste. After living in the countryside, I gradually learned to make tea with my parents. Although it was not well-made and not at the same level, people who planted tea had experienced the ups and downs in person. The taste contained in the tea, on clearer. But at that time, most of the tea in hometown was planted sporadically. Except for the only few public tea houses, there were no tea gardens. The tea production was limited to the main road varieties, and there was no fine production now. The tea leaves in my hometown are planted in large areas. The fine picking and production should start in the 1980 s and 1990 s. From then on, there is not only traditional fried green tea in my hometown, moreover, tea leaves like baked green tea, pre-rain tea, pre-Ming tea and various famous tea have all developed rapidly, which gives many folks who love tea more choices, it also makes the men and women who travel far away have more extravagant hopes. In every taste, there is the favor of the hometown, and in every taste, there is no lack of the fragrance of the soil of the hometown. Taihu Lake, the hometown, is just an epitome of tea-producing areas. There are more famous tea products than those in the hometown. This is exactly the words in the Tea Sutra that Jiamu is in the South, it is because of such a kind of forest that there are so many natural flavors and human feelings. Of course, there is no less taste of life and time.

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For a long time, there has been a deep local complex in my heart. I like the fragrance of soil, the rice flowers and wheat waves in the farmland, and the farmhouse under the shade of green trees …… the sky is just white, the smoke of the kitchen in the farmhouse rose up gently, rising over the quiet village. The virtuous peasant wife began a busy day, and they had to make a good meal at home, take good care of the chickens, ducks, geese, dogs, cats and cats raised in the yard, and maybe even raise pigs. They have to cook the pig food early in the morning, and carefully feed the big fat pigs which are simple and charming like feeding their own children. Those old men went to work in the fields before they had breakfast, or had breakfast happily with their families after finishing the chores in the yard …… they had several farm meals in the farm house. I really admire the skillful hands of the peasant wife! They will stew delicious rice in a big pot, stew kidney beans with potatoes in a big pot, or use a big pot to cook all kinds of cooking dishes with good color, flavor and taste in restaurants in the city. They use big pots to make all kinds of delicious food that you want to eat. Moreover, they won’t make rice cooked, paste cooking, and even make the room smoky. They will bring a meal to the dining table in time and take care of your guests in the city like their own families, you will eat with your sister at that farm table and break your belly. You will give up the idea of losing weight temporarily regardless of loosing and loosing your trouser pockets like in your own home, you will be happy in that farmhouse …… today’s farmhouse is not what it used to be. When you step into the farmhouse with the wooden door with door bolts opened by the owner with novelty, when you look around the corners of the farmhouse with searching eyes, when you listen to the owner of the house saying modestly that the cottage of the farm is not as good as the buildings in the city, you will find out accidentally: it turns out that the cottage of the farm is so clean and elegant! The same floor tile, the same white wall floor, the same TV computer, there will also be a few pairs of slippers outside the door of the inner room, but what is different from the city is that, you may see the photos of the whole family of the owner with frames on the glass board of the cupboard, especially the big photos of the young family will be put into the middle of all the photos, they tend to point to the grandson who smiled brightly in the photo and say to you that this is my nephew dog (note: The local people’s joke about their daughters and children), you will also see several bunches of violets smiling at you on the double-deck French window table …… you can walk out of the cottage after dinner in the farmhouse and experience the smell of the countryside in the yard. Outside the window of the cabin, there is always a fruit tree that can bear fruit, or a peach tree, an apricot tree, a jujube tree, or some other tree, but it always bears fruitful fruits to share with the owner when the crops are harvested. When you look at it, maybe that fruit tree is blossoming in a tree, maybe it is just a shade like a canopy, maybe you are lucky to catch up with the fruits which are full of branches like stars and tell you the story of autumn heavily …… the courtyard wall of the farmhouse cannot stop your sight, you can still see brothers next door carrying water to feed cattle in the yard, you can still see tractors parked not far outside the yard, and you can still overlook the vast cornfield outside the yard wall, looking back at the numerous farmhouses in the village, the lights are already dim. In a trance, you will not know whether you are in the world or fairyland …… the farmhouses, you are lingering in my dream!

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I was still in my own world and couldn’t dial myself. I didn’t know whether he had already put everything down at this time. If life could be chosen again, I would rather he was just a passer-by in my life. Now I taste the pain and torture alone! Stand alone the indifference that destroys the soul. When can time take them away from my memory? Maybe I still remember that promise in my heart, but I don’t want him to be a river that can’t be crossed in front of reality, it flows with turbidity without turning back. No one can really see the world clearly. No one can tell you who is right and who is wrong. Only after experiencing wind and rain can you understand that he is still him. I am still me. We are wrong in the season when we shouldn’t know each other. We are wrong in the season when we shouldn’t regard love as the trust of life. I believe that you have struggled, because you have sighed at the countless stars, so now I don’t blame you, once you were really serious, leaving me would be a kind of relief, and your heart would never struggle with me any more. I have nothing to say, because I really can’t give you anything. Give up, you are right, now I just want to have the simplest happiness.

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People! Humans are the most strange animals. Human beings are also the most irrational animals. For example, in the case of cigarettes, apart from some shocking advertisements, the outer packaging of cigarettes clearly states that smoking is harmful to health. In this way, the person who loves this hobby is also the saliva of snakes and frogs. I am one of them, look, I haven’t written a few words, and almost half of the cigarette I bit in my mouth burned. Love, friendship, kinship, generally speaking, there is also a kind of friendship called homesickness. A friendship feels warm with the deepening of years. The Joy of reunion after a long separation always warms people’s hearts, and even there is a feeling of tears when we meet at a certain moment. This love, there is no doubt that it is a sharp sword of cold frost lashing when it breaks. The airflow aroused by the cold front also bulges chicken skin particles in the heart. The environment seems to change into the deep winter of ice condensation suddenly in the cool summer! Where is the temperature of the blood Flower brought by the arrow shot from the back? Blood instantly condenses into ice stones, and the cold air emitted is like the cold of thousand years of ice. What was caught off guard was the so-called clan affection, the poison of delusion, not like the charm of cigarettes. The deeper the age of cigarettes, the greater the harm to body and mind. You will find that in front of the so-called family affection, the family affection you stick to is in his mind, not even an old man, even a stray dog wandering in the wild has more weight than you. Even the respect of his usual words and expressions! Behind the Laughter lies the real appearance of the Tiger. How much truth does the conversation when getting along with each other deliver to each other? The coming of the night and the black tone give the villages lacking street lamps gloomy. A demolished homestead, the roaring of excavators and tractors, the mud dug out by excavators, the idle mud pulled away by tractors, carrying the happiness of a village’s fresh air and fresh air. Looking forward to the establishment of the new house as soon as possible, the hostess whose face overflows with joy. Her happy mood cut the thickness of the night, and her abundant fingers hit a switch gently, the darkness of the night released the joy in her joyful mood, and the darkness cracked and flashed a bright light. In the hazy place, at the moment when two tractors met and staggered, a tractor full of mud and stones disappeared in the night with heavy roar; A tractor slowly retreated, what went backwards was such exhaustion …… a figure, an old man in his eighties stepped out of his own gate slowly, bypassing a small vegetable field that he cultivated privately and occupied the road as a garden. The old man is like a figure of 7, moving slowly across the vegetable garden cultivated by himself. This vegetable garden was reclaimed, which made people feel awkward. The originally broad road surface, with dead branches inserted as hedges, suddenly shrank and narrowed, the muddy road of two tractors can be remitted, and only one can pass reluctantly. Pumpkin seedlings growing along the fence are exuberant old people who have bent over the waist like a rainbow.. Twilight, bamboo fence and vigorous pumpkin seedlings mixed together, which seemed like a wall blocking the sight of the old man who bent like a rainbow. As soon as the old man stepped out of the corner of the vegetable garden, he ran into a slowly backward tractor …… when the young man driving the excavator saw the danger, the old man ignored the danger before him, the young man shouted loudly and hurriedly: boniang, don’t go out, the tractor is backing up. Perhaps the roar of the locomotive covered the young man’s urgent warning. The old man bent down and lowered his head slowly out of the corner of the vegetable garden. The accident happened, the whole person hit the rear carriage of the tractor, and the old man fell under the tractor. The young man jumped off the excavator car. He wanted to prevent the generation of accidents, but the rotation speed of time could not prevent him from the generation of accidents. He jumped almost at the same time. The book line of the pen and the jogging of time were just the time difference, which could not be stopped unexpectedly. The young man stretched out his hand to push the tractor which was blocking the step-off and backward, and warned: Dad, the car was stopped and aunt was knocked down. The man who drove the tractor was a man in his early fifties. He also found that there was an accident, so he stopped the car hurriedly and jumped out of the car. He saw that it was his sister-in-law who knocked over the ground, I dare not delay to help my sister-in-law who knocked over the ground hurriedly, and asked about the injury after Examination. Fortunately, there was no serious injury on the surface, so the man called the hospital for emergency. Save phone. After the doctor checked the injury, the doctor told the man that the old man’s injury was not too serious, but a small crack broke through his shoulder. The man called and told the old man’s son that the first brother rushed to the hospital was the old man’s eldest son and eldest daughter-in-law. The old man’s eldest son was more than a teenager older than the man’s, after listening to the man telling the story, the eldest son of the old man said to the man: uncle, it seems that you and my mother are in bad luck with such an accident. Men don’t talk too much about the factors that cause accidents, or blame, or shirk responsibility, and actively cooperate with treatment. Why do you buy so many things? Go and have two glasses of morning wine? A friend said to a man. The man looked at the time, 06:35, and said to his friend: Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. I have to visit my sister-in-law. The day before yesterday, I accidentally hurt her by driving a tractor, today’s Mid-Autumn Festival is to buy some gifts and bring her breakfast, so I won’t accompany you. The development of things is like the Fall of Night. The coming of Night contains the meaning of dark horror. The darkness of the night cannot kill the light; On the contrary, a trace of light in the dark night cannot escape from being destroyed in the dark night sky. The process of things develops, the ending is unpredictable, and everything unexpected integrates into the dark night. The nature of accidents often contains man-made factors. For some incomprehensible accidents, we usually understand them as: hitting ghosts. This is another overhanging concept. Without human beings, how can it be a ghost? So, Ghost is human? Or is human the embodiment of ghost? Or do we say that people and ghosts complement each other? People are the shadow of ghosts, or in other words, ghosts are the nightmare of human beings? Ghost come from? Is ghost a hybrid of human beings? Human beings may be the excellent molecules of ghost gene transformation. The second son of the old man appeared, and the airflow that could not look up shattered the sun hanging in the air. The bright autumn day instantly became eternal night. The posture of the second son of the old man hitting the sky with his fingers, the strong wind blowing out of his mouth, and the tsunami brought out swept the whole autumn at the level of 120. The second son of the old man said: why should I give him face? He crashed my mother under the car, just forget it. It is wrong for you to say so. I have never stopped actively cooperating with your treatment of your mother. The man stood in the eyes of the wind, fighting against the oncoming wind with a cold attitude. Dao: I can also say that your mother crashed into my car by herself. The man’s elder brother persuaded his younger brother: Forget it, after all, he is an uncle. The man said: I would call the police if I knew this. I didn’t refuse his request. I said that I could accept it, but there must be brothers and nephews of the same clan present to discuss the matter together. The man was angry and said: He said it was unnecessary. If he said that I could afford 300 to 200 thousand medical expenses a month, I was willing and afraid that I could not afford it. My brother told me that an accident has become a fact. Everyone should make up for it with sincerity and generosity, and perfect the damage caused by this accident to the minimum. But as for him, his request was too excessive but there was no room for discussion. Branches, branches can always give birth to a flower in half a branch! The wind, the wind is really not very strong, where the wind blows, pieces of leaves fall to the ground, leaves fall and rot, there is a musty smell spreading in the air. This autumn was shrouded in the cold wind. My brother said to my brother: to him, the second son of the old man, this love is just like the charm of cigarettes, and it is harmful to abandon it. Postscript of 2013.11.10: When I finished this diary, there was always a knot in my heart, and I couldn’t grasp it. Should I cherish this love?

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Time is a pair of light and sharp scissors, which unconsciously cut off the innocence of children, the beautiful long hair of mother Nian, and the last breath of old people. However, in Xiao Wu, the nostalgia and guilt for his lost relatives became his only memory that could not be reduced or cut off. Just like big and small things, both good and bad need to be ended in time, and life also needs a result, but in different ways. Some people are the natural fall of life, and there is no trace of regret in the satisfied smile; Some people are self-liberation, which can also be said to be a kind of liberation of their relatives, and the death is so heroic; some people were attacked by diseases, destroying the foundation of life and falling down, leaving lonely relatives suffering. After all, Xiao Wu’s mother was a kind and kind mother who was willing to give. In the last years of her life, she always cared about her son. No matter what the child did to him, she always performed the duty of a mother, which was in the past, now and in the future. It was not until the death of the old man that this kind of care became the luxuries that children desire but cannot seek. In this year, spring came very early. Birds and flowers kept echoing in the fields. Everything was so vibrant and full of poetic and pictorial meanings. It was also in this year that the spring breeze of reform came. Although it came slowly, it did not affect the burst of people’s thoughts at all. Moreover, it was getting bigger and bigger, and there was a scene of great progress. However, some things that people don’t want to happen also follow. Xiao Wu’s life has also changed, and his family is getting better and better. The only regret is that he didn’t have a family. Xiao Wu found a job in a coal mine, dig black gold underground without black or white. Although he was very tired and bitter, he was still happy in his heart. He felt that his ideal was getting closer and closer to reality. At this time, several elder brothers no longer helped Xiao Wu, not to mention that each family had a big family and things to take care of and deal. I still have some concerns about my old mother, but I just care about it, not turning it into practical action, but only staying in my mind. Only Xiao Wu is still quietly taking care of the old mother who is gradually moving towards the infinite sunset. As the old people grow older, their bodies gradually don’t listen to their orders. They are not able to do laundry and cooking, and everything needs to be taken care. At this time, several elder brothers felt more troublesome. They pushed each other off, and Xiao Wu also knew it. Therefore, he took care of everything before going to work, and then he left safely. After work, the horse came back again and again, I was deeply afraid of what would happen to the old man. Seeing his grandson growing up slowly, the old man was delighted and temporarily forgot that his age had entered the dusk. Every time I see grandchildren playing beside me, the happy smile can cover the painful expression on my face. The smile is so kind, sincere and brilliant. This smile seems to only belong to those old people who have experienced hardships and survived a lifetime. There is a saying in the countryside: there is an old family, just like a treasure. However, in the rural areas at that time, few people were really willing to accept it. Moreover, their own economy was not up to the standard, and some people were also unable to do what they wanted. As the old people gradually stepped into the dusk, the action gradually became inconvenient, everything needed to be taken care of, and their bodies were gradually dying. Some children still think the old man is dirty, which aggravates the hardship of the old man’s life. When they leave, they are so sad and sorrowful. There are many coincidences in the world, and many coincidences will happen under coincidences. The old man talked with neighbors very late in the last night. It happened that Xiao Wu also worked hard for a day, and he was very tired. When he got home, he locked the door inside, he didn’t go to see if the old man was asleep. Besides, the old man had already fallen asleep at this time, and then he fell asleep in bed. After the old man shouted bitterly that he didn’t respond, he walked to his son’s home in the village. He just passed by the pond and stared at the water under the moonlight for a long time. Then, after leaping to another world. Later, someone saw the old man call the door and went to help. The old man just said that Xiao wuyi must be too tired, and he just knocked for a while. If it doesn’t work, go to other sons. Therefore, the villager left. Unexpectedly, this became the biggest regret of this villager. The next day, Xiao Wu found that the old man was not there, so she went to find him crazily. Several elder brothers didn’t have a home, so we went to search the whole village together. Someone ran to say that there was an old man floating up in the pond, so the brothers ran over crying and jumped into the water with a little coolness, lifting the old man up from the water. Back to Xiao Wu’s home, several big brothers closed the door and beat Xiao Wu to death. Finally, the villagers couldn’t stand it any more outside the door. They climbed over the wall and pushed several elder brothers aside, so that Xiao Wuxing, who was dying, could not be beaten. Xiao Wu didn’t fight back, just crying with my mother’s cold body. His third elder brother had been doing business outside and hadn’t come back for several years. He wouldn’t have come back to visit my mother if it hadn’t been for my death. After returning home, she cried and beat Xiao Wu again, scolding Xiao Wu how to take care of her. Xiao Wu knew that she didn’t take care of my mother, so she collapsed in the yard and let several elder brothers vent their anger. Several elders in the village really couldn’t stand it any more, so they watched Xiao Wu prevent him from being beaten. In fact, people in the village can see clearly. If you don’t say it, your heart will beat Xiao Wu from time to time. After the onlookers exclaimed from time to time, they waved their hands regretfully and left. After many years of time, there are still many people who sigh long when talking about this. After my mother passed away, Xiao Wu disappeared without a trace. Someone saw Xiao Wu crying for a long time in front of my mother’s grave, then he grabbed a handful of soil, carried it on the bus, and disappeared in the distance of the shabby road. Some people said that Xiao Wu didn’t want to see this sad place before he left. Some said that he didn’t want to live in this desolate place. If he wasn’t poor, his old mother wouldn’t die. Some people even said that he didn’t want to see some unfilial elder brothers leave. From then on, people rarely saw Xiao Wu, and occasionally there would be someone seeing an old man sweeping the tomb in a certain tomb-sweeping season. After sweeping the tomb, they hurried away by car. Xiao Wu’s home gradually became barren under the devils of time. The yard began to grow grass, the walls began to fall off, and the big wooden door was still locked. Time began to dilute the past, and people also began to forget the old wooden door and the scarred wall. But some traditions should not be forgotten, and they should be inherited and carried forward to avoid the tragedy happening again. The small five went to the building empty, but the wooden door and scars were still there. Cherish everything and care for the old. There will be more beauty and excitement in life, and there will be no so many regrets.

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I hope to go far away, escape from what I know and everything I have. I want to set out to go anywhere, whether it is a village or a wasteland, as long as it is not here. What I am longing for is not to see these people any more, and not to live such endless days any more. What I want to do is to unload the disguise that I have been used to and become another me to get breath. Unfortunately, I have always backfired on these things. For some things that have been missed, maybe you don’t have to try again to retain them. If you are wrong, you are wrong. For getting, we should all be full of gratitude. For losing, who can guarantee that it should belong to you? There are some things that you care about rather than get. The world has changed, unforgettable people, dreams, expectations, the road they have traveled, and some people they think should cherish. What’s the matter now? Time cannot go back to the beginning.

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When I finally had the mood and strength to walk in the wind, I suddenly found that the weather had become very hot, and the cicadas on the tree shouted loudly. It turned out that summer had quietly come. Looking at the wall calendar on the wall, I found that I had been insisting on it for too long. I put on my favorite white dress, tied up my long hair, and turned a circle in front of the mirror. I felt good, and I felt much more spirited, the smile on my face seemed to be shining again. Stepping on the tiny steps, drifting into the classroom, holding a book, walking among the smiling children, talking with them, discussing with them, and touching their quaint little heads by the way. The sunlight came in slanting from the window, shining on our faces, taking the children a deep breath, letting the time flow back gently in the slanting light. When the class was over, I remembered that time didn’t go back, and couldn’t go back either. I just moved lightly, walked far away, slowly dispersed deep, and couldn’t see. Walking in the wind, inadvertently, the footsteps became light and elegant. During this day, I left the smooth and beautiful skirt to the noisy campus, the mysterious platform and the children who always smile at me. In this light time, I saw the skirt flying again.

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Separation does not necessarily mean breaking up, and crying does not necessarily mean tears. Passion means that we don’t know how long it will take even if we don’t leave. The dialogue in love is easy to make people feel, and there is always no reason to feel sad. The days after separation always make people feel too uncomfortable, but they can understand everything you want better. The alarm rang. I opened my eyes and saw that it was 6: 30. I woke up at this time every day because of the alarm. I got up immediately and put on those Li Ning sneakers, opened the mobile phone Music folder, chose the music I liked, played it and danced with the music rhythm, which was my morning exercise. There are also 80 to 100 squatting exercises in the middle, or running in situ, running with high legs, or doing some movements learned during military training. My exercise is to exercise my muscles and bones, to sweat, to be influenced by the people I like, and health is the first. I have prepared before, such as washing, making breakfast, having breakfast and so on. From Monday to Friday, students go to school. I am quite at leisure. I can search relevant materials on the internet, read books, edit and sort out all kinds of materials that students need to make up lessons. Or go to the nearby school gate to communicate with those parents, or communicate with parents of students who make up lessons by phone, or go out to print materials, or send some text on the Internet, or browse other people’s QQ space on the Internet, see essay. Buying vegetables, cooking, in short, very leisure! If it is weekend, I will give students tutorial at 8 o’clock on time, Get two hours. In the morning, there were two students who did not rest except for the students going to the toilet and drinking water. After the students left at noon, I also cooked by myself and had a rest at noon. Afternoon and it takes two, are one-to-one coaching. The grades and subjects of tutorial are different, from primary school to junior high school, including Chinese, maths, English, physics, chemistry, history, politics and geography. In the tutorial, students can be happy, master difficult problems that cannot be understood in school, gain something, make great progress, and change their bad habits, including their attitudes towards their parents. I admire myself for reaching this level. All-around? Not. It’s just that my understanding ability and expression ability are relatively strong. I can simplify complexity and make difficulty easy. Proud? Not. I lost everything. It was so sad to start from the beginning. I had been a hidden person for a long time. I felt ashamed to face my education background and parents’ worries. I used to sigh that my fate was so bad that I resented it, resented it, resented the officials of Xuyong who took advantage of my power to remove my establishment casually. I hated that place and swore that I would never go back to death, I also longed for those people to inspire their due rewards, expecting them to die when they retire or before retirement, which made them work hard for decades. However, time is a good medicine for healing wounds. Now I basically don’t hate or complain. I just want to serve those who need help well. Low self-esteem? Not. I have experienced so many joys and sorrows, and how many disasters have I endured in the world? I have already persevered, I have a strong heart, I have the ability to serve others, I can earn my own living, I can educate my son well, I can overcome difficulties, should I be self-abased? The ancients said that they would not be happy by things, nor sad by themselves. That is to say, don’t be happy or sad because of the quality of foreign things and your own gains and losses, and treat everything with a common heart. I used to be confused for a long time, and I didn’t express my change here until now: Phoenix Nirvana, rebirth after bathing in fire, never complain about God and worry, and keep a positive and optimistic attitude, run the Dongcheng student home in Jiang’an County well. Like (prose editor: Di Mo Chengshang) the 30th year of my WeChat era

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After two days of heavy snow, the night sky of the village was so clean that only the stars rose over the moon. Shino discerning. Peaks stretch out the dreamy sky under the skin of Snow White. Standing on the white and crystal snow blanket, I felt like I was in a fascinating fairyland. In the clear night sky of the mountain village, only my heart vibrates the frequency of intoxication. The distant starlight, calling the stars, is the spirit of tonight. When the full moon is empty, wanruo’s daughter’s face after the morning bath is full of vigor and vitality, and the shining light moistens the sky. This face is decorated and elegant, which makes me look up and think of Chang ‘e who lives in people’s hearts. I think of the Angel Snow White, the Moonlight is involved in the bright moon and the Earth, and I am in the middle, enjoy the quietness and freshness after returning to nature in the snow night. The wind seems to exist, but it cannot stir the harmonious rhyme of the snow reflecting the empty moon. A seamless world. The wind can’t mix any sundries. The snow holds the Jade Moon, and the moon is swimming in the snow. I peeped happily, but I was stuck on the snow behind me by the eyes of the empty Moon, feeling that I was swimming in the snow pool with the full moon.

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