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When I passed Shengli West Street in the morning, I saw a lot of people riding bicycles passing by. One of them happened to be a woman riding an electric bicycle galloping past me on the right side. Her windbreaker was very long, reaching her knees, it was wide open without buckles, and the trench coat spread behind with the wind direction, like insects with wings (like bees and flies). Suddenly I had this strange idea that there was no difference between animals and human beings. In fact, everything in the world is doing the same thing every day, that is, running for food. Some insects eat more and are rich in nutrition, and the volume will become larger, or some excellent varieties will appear; some people may look slimmer and even have bad varieties because they eat less, maybe they are given less by their parents, or they may not be able to get more. I don’t need to reflect. It is also life, but human beings have changed the world. Why not a huge whale? Isn’t it the giraffe with dominant height? Isn’t it a big head Buffalo? Not even a baboon or a gorilla that resembles human beings, but he happens to be our human beings? Recalling the primary school textbook, it was mentioned that human beings evolved from ape-man, and one of the most important things to distinguish ape-man from other animals at that time was that ape-man could dig wood to make fire, while other animals not only can’t, but also panic about the fire source. The ape-man used the fire source to keep warm, grilled the food, and gave out the strong fragrance. Since then, the ape-man gradually said goodbye to the convention of eating raw meat. Ape-men began to learn to think and do many things. They gained wisdom and joy that other animals could not understand. The history of human civilization completely began, and human beings became the masters of all biological chains. Pen name: ZY feelings QQ:985896604 likes (prose editor: Ke Er) the 30th year of my WeChat era

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The sunshine was so beautiful that day that it was really hard to express my mood with the word “bright.

It was also driven by fate. I didn’t want to pick up the warmth discarded by needles, but deliberately sought the natural gentleness in the shelter of the leaf curtain. In the leisurely stroll, a falling thing touched my hair nerve, I have never entered my memory by stretching out my hand and holding it in my hand to distinguish, which is like a non-woody piece of sauce and purple. But one thing I am sure is that it is the product of photosynthesis. I thought that if it was sent to the authority for identification, such a kind of green organic matter should be made of a variety of things that we thought could cause pollution, such as carbon, such as a variety of metals, such as the main components of water and haze. Now this physical and chemical character is absolutely harmless to our physiology.

I didn’t go to the mountain recently. I met a really good weather, and my mood was comparable to that of the Spring Festival in my childhood. I am definitely not making a mountain out of a molehill, but a true expression of my mind. There are indeed many refreshing days in life, but I always feel that one day is like three autumns, so there is a yearning for festivals when the standards are low. Nowadays, many people don’t know what the real meaning of the low standard I said is, which is the synonym of China’s special era. It means that the social economy is underdeveloped and the living materials are not abundant. Almost all people, no matter whether their social status is Yangchun snow or xialiba, want to have a full meal in their dreams. But the festival can be extravagant once, even at noon. As for the fashion environment which is popular now, it was impossible to hit it in those days. On drinking water, say inexhaustible. At that time, capitalist roaders dared to say that the problem of water use would make the communist journey go through a gray haze. The Red Guards would surely think that it was a complete reactionary propaganda and would pick up the train that did not dare to collect tickets to petition in Beijing.

In those days, trees were planted every year, and at least every brigade (village) had a forestry team with seedlings. Spring came and was assigned to the production team (team) plant it on the four sides of their respective jurisdiction or the land that cannot be cultivated. At that time, it was very likely that this kind of activity was called greening the country. I remembered that there were many trees outside the gates of their own houses along the roadside. When snow was swept in winter, the snow is always piled on the root of the tree, with the tree pole as the center to form a graveyard. The purpose is to irrigate trees when the snow melts. Now I think that method is really good, and keeping warm does not waste water.

It seems that there are many persimmon trees on the edge of the land, the cliffs on the loess hilly land are high and steep, persimmon trees are drought-resistant and wind-resistant, and the extensive management and stable output are very suitable to grow there. And we can see from books that jujube and Persimmon are iron crops, so we understand that planting persimmon on the ground should be an expedient policy for people to deal with natural disasters.

There are mainly locust trees and acacia trees in front of the door, and Locust trees are locust trees. What I feel most is that its crown is big and shady. Especially in hot days, I once envied the people sitting under the tree and shaking the banana fan to live like, adults don’t have a single training. As long as you study hard, you will get ahead one day. This kind of life will exist. Besides having the same large crown as locust tree to keep cool, another important function is the decontamination effect of locust tree. A tree can pick up many locust trees every year, and the tender and old ones have strong decontamination effect, at that time, there were few kinds of detergent, and it seemed that there were only soaps and alkaline flour, so they had to go to the cooperative to buy them with money. Most people used soap to remove the dirt, and even used soap to wash their hair. Only need to smash the soap when removing the dirt. Later, it was known that the glue in the seed was the superior edible glue.

The trees planted on the roadside were mainly Tung trees and poplar trees. At that time, our village lived in kilns built on the cliff beside the ditch. Some of them had only one floor of kilns, while some of them had kilns, which were warm in winter and cool in summer, as long as you have strength and time, there will be no shortage of housing. There are nearly two thousand people in the whole village. Walking along the irregular ditch, there is a little more than two kilometers from the beginning to the end. There is a ditch on one side of the street, and the depth of the ditch varies from three to five meters to ten meters, one side is the door of each family, the width varies, the narrow part is about 5 meters, and the width is up to more than 10 meters. All trees are privately managed and used. The tree in front of the door is the street tree, which is planted in front of your own door and used by your own family.

Most of the yards at home are jujube trees, apricot trees, peaches and pears. I remember there is only one palm tree and wild cypress trees on the wild hillside evergreen in the village of hundreds of households.

Nowadays, the society is really developed, and the evergreen trees can also be seen casually in the countryside, with all kinds of colors, smells and tastes. You are like Magnolia grandiflorum and osmanthus trees, which are not strange at all, while you are like Cedar, Dragon and Cypress. It was just that there were few trees that were common in the past. It was a pity that people from hometown talked about the few cypress trees in school. I also remember very clearly that it was in front of the Office of the principal and the director. There were four bars and three or four thick bars. The most peculiar thing was its leaves, which were like cypress leaves and had particularity, rope-like, the thickness is almost the same as that of the little wives who wear soles, so everyone calls the tree cypresses. Everyone didn’t know how the tree came from and who planted it. The place was called Huilin temple before it became a school. They didn’t pay attention to it at that time, and the teachers didn’t have the responsibility to study the history, besides, at that time, they were just a few trees. They grew so slowly that everyone needed money. They grew faster, so they could buy money earlier. Whoever believes that they can also flaunt one of the places of interest, which can be used as resources to make people appreciate and achieve the purpose of development. People really didn’t have long eyes. Later, because they wanted to do good things for their children and grandchildren, the school moved to the village to let the children do less to study, Because it was more than one mile away from the nearest place in the village, it was removed and moved to the village. Therefore, the ruins of Huilin Temple were razed to the ground.

In fact, what we have lost is not only those trees that are impossible, but also many things that we cannot know and understand till now.

It turned out that the trees in our hometown were all native. Even if the pomegranate was brought from the western regions, it was assimilated, so they could give birth, whether sexual or assexual. In recent years, some trees attracted by force-free can give birth, while others are just acting, most of which are empty-hearted, and some even do not look like it. Japanese larch and Chinese pine performed better, while Magnolia, osmanthus and Cedar performed worse. Every year they made the appearance of giving birth, and the ovary was empty when they looked closely. The pieces falling on my head were fragments of Cedar ovary.

However, I still like them very much. If every city can produce thousands of tons of such things every year, I believe that people’s living environment will be more civilized. Nowadays, people face the haze directly, as if they have realized the needs of life. GDP is no longer the only pursuit of dreams, and they question the inherent life format of the upper class, and propose to do a good job in top-level design, this should be the omen of realizing a good dream. People with different understandings are making unremitting efforts for the right to survive, for material, spirit, health, for themselves, for others, for the nation, for the country, there are people who find a unique path and learn from others. As long as we fully understand and respect the law of natural ecological cycle, we believe that everyone will be worthy of Emperor Zhizong, himself and his descendants.

It is really comfortable to think of the scene of helping friends in the mountains some time ago. The world was like returning to the rural hometown before the Cultural Revolution.

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Writing and waving ink, the smoke willow setting the Sun, The Xiushan stream have been there, recently looking back, I always feel that it is still the door that makes people hurt secretly. For many years, the memory of childhood has been fragmentary. Fortunately, Yi still remains in my mind clearly. Every time I walk through the old yard, or even see the old lane of the old house in the picture, I can’t help thinking of that door and the sound of the door. Just like the newborn silkworm, it is very comfortable. It turns out that memory is also a kind of vivid life, but life is always dignified. What was close to my memory was still the door when Grandpa was still alive dozens of years ago, which was a thick and mottled loose wooden door. Although it has no paint color of modern city, no solid alloy, no elegant style of glass and iron decoration, it is purely a thick door of natural wood. Although it is so common, it has become a turning point in my life unintentionally. In the early morning, a creaking sound rang out. It was grandpa who was opening the wooden door on a new day, and then the comfortable light would always come in and fill the whole house happily. In the evening, there was a creaking door sound, which was Grandpa’s Twilight in the isolated field and the mountains. Then, the shining light of the Jade Moon would slip in through the crack of the door, which was as soft as water and as desolate as Frost. I had this wooden door when I was still learning. I carried the flat schoolbag proudly, and then the schoolbag became heavier and heavier until I carried the heavy traveling bag, it is always inseparable from that door step by step. In the hands of the elder generation, the house was renewed, and the door and the house where grandpa lived were only alone. In fact, people are the same. When they are old, they will always be as lonely as the door. When Grandpa was over 80 years old, he often lived alone in this small house. Father asked grandpa to move to the front yard to live together. He always said, “I’m not used to it.. Fortunately, my father’s newly built house was only two meters away from him. It is also convenient to take care of him. Grandpa was tough, and in the last year when he was 84 years old, he was able to take firewood by himself without crutch. In fact, at that time, there had already been Lotus-root coals running away from home. He still said: If you get used to it, you won’t waste money. In fact, that door still has a deep feeling of guilt for me. I am the oldest at home and the most useless one in reading. You can imagine that you don’t need to repeat the comparison when you go to college. I am not afraid of making a fool of myself, but I have been in high school for five years. I read that the willow trees in the corner of my house are old and the bolt of that door is brighter, I barely went to a university that could jump out of the agricultural Gate (it was a pride to walk out of the agricultural gate at that time). I didn’t want to read it again. I said let me guard this door. Grandpa reprimanded me angrily. He said, “nothing useless, no ambition at all. Grandpa closed the thick wooden door. After he closed the door fiercely, I never saw grandpa open the door any more. But the people who opened the door later were my father, brother and me, it was to lift his cold and stiff body out. In August of the next year, on a day which was not a memorial day, I specially gave grandpa a column of incense with the notice I had been waiting for for a long time, and then I left that door. Since then, I have embarked on a new life journey. That door became my new starting point. Now I am almost forty. The age is still growing, but the years still keep the peace of that pure wooden door, and we can’t see what the passing time has changed. But every time I go back to my hometown to visit my parents and open that door, I feel sad secretly. The one who opened the door before had turned into a pile of graves. Now the one who came to open the door only remembered the angry appearance beside the door that day. There was no one guarding the door any more, only the firewood piled up inside by mother was accompanied by the coffin they prepared for themselves. I opened the dusty door again. My parents told me that the door was not destroyed in their hands, and it was better not to dismantle it in my brother and me. In fact, my brother and I have lived in commercial residential buildings for more than ten years in the county town 40 to 50 kilometers away. Who will go to Dali’s old house and door. I don’t know what my brother thinks and arranges, but I don’t know. At least I am will follow their parents’ words. In fact, there are thousands of doors and millions of doors in the world, but what I can’t forget in my memory is still that door, which can never be opened after being closed. Maybe it was the heaviness of time that doomed me to bear the heaviness of my life in the long journey of life, and I should always remember the door that made me hurt secretly.

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Wind blows memory, abandon old dreams like music, like solitude, love romance, love caring, like fantasy, like hazy, like all spiritual feelings, this sense has a long history …… these days, my heart was quite restless, and my memory unconsciously pulled myself back to the past to retain those who shouldn’t stay and those who missed and couldn’t think. However, my heart was involuntarily, my hands were involuntarily, and my eyes were involuntarily, I kept looking through the past years and pursuing all kinds of things in the past …… in order to have the same skill as the one in the past, I took a tube early in the morning, went up to the pavilion and faced the wind, blowing the distant care, let the wind blow the hair, blow the body, but there is a kind of inexplicable motivation still let the feet stand, let the heart run aground in order to let the past pay more attention to yourself, entangled by all means, just to have more communication and get along with it. In fact, calm down and think carefully, all this is actually just my own wishful thinking, because, the past is always the past, no matter how hard you try, you can’t take back anything; Besides, time goes by, everything has gone wrong, and the past has become the past, no matter how hard you try, after all, it is just in vain. After thinking about it, let it go. Let it go. It’s just an encounter. At the end, singing a farewell poem for each other is a curtain call! From then on, you guarded your happiness, and I pursued my tomorrow. Even if I met by chance, it could be regarded as a greeting just for the sake of knowing each other well! I become your old friend, you become my passer-by, that’s all!

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At the end of last year, I resigned. I don’t know whether the sky is high or the Earth is thick or the world is sophisticated. I just feel that this Workbench is noisy, and then I resolutely quit. After the new year, I went to a big city to find a job on the tenth day of the new year. There was almost no hope for online investment, and the way of casting the net everywhere could only make a few interview calls occasionally, after that, I realized that the salary was not as high as I thought, and the working environment was not as good as I thought. So I felt very depressed and hopeless. Later, my friend said that I would introduce a good job for me, it was a public institution, and I didn’t have a high demand for people, but now I need to wait patiently. At that time, I seemed to see a life-saving straw, because my rent was almost used up, although my family once asked me whether I needed money or not, I refused without hesitation. The reason was very simple. As a person who graduated from undergraduate and worked for several years, there is no reason to ask for money from home. Time passed day by day, and my mood became more and more uneasy. The introduction of friends seemed to be a hopeless extravagant demand. As a result, the fidgety and depression gradually continued. The society is too realistic. It doesn’t matter that people who have no money to go through the back door can’t afford to be hurt. Throughout the workplace, there are not many jobs that are satisfactory to them. I had no choice but to keep waiting. In this way, the days passed day by day, and my friend gradually got tired of my urging phone. Finally, if you can’t wait, you can find it by yourself, in a short sentence, it seems that I have been cheated. In a short sentence, it makes my heart suddenly realize that people still have to fight on their own. Since they know the social reality, why should they expect pie to fall from the sky. At night, I lost sleep. I have never tried insomnia, and finally I have tasted it. The mother of the family called me and asked me about her work. She also said that she would help me figure out a divination. She signed it. She used to be arrogant and arrogant, but now she is arrogant with her bare hands, when you are successful, you must make progress so that you can trace the dust. What I said was really right. The superstition that I didn’t believe all the time unexpectedly revealed my mental journey. Looking back, I seemed to see the scene of learning early in the morning under the light, and my persistence in learning and life. Yes, I walked all the way, ups and downs, who ever wanted to worry about work after graduating from college? Who ever wanted to deal with the seemingly insignificant rent every day when he was more ambitious than the sky. However, God is just joking. Dream is dream, and life will continue. From then on, I should learn to face this cruel society independently, although I am still in a down-to-earth stage, but I always have dreams. Even from the beginning of setting up stalls, I will gradually learn to strive for my own glory. Maybe looking back many years later, this is a very cherished memory. Life is like this, the instant dust, more often we need to pay attention to the process rather than the result, one hundred yuan a month of people have their own way of living, 1,000,001 months of people also have their own way of living, as long as the heart is still there, people are still there, dreams are there, get out of dependence, Get out of the mud, get out of the dust, and be a tough gentleman. Even if you don’t necessarily have a stage of martial arts, even if you don’t have to compete for fame and wealth, you are worthy of your youth, your family, is enough!

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I wanted to write this article for a long time, but I always recalled the past and it was difficult to write. I still remember the night of the 5th, when I was lying in bed, I got used to boarding qq, but I was always just a bystander and used to being invisible. The flood of missing is like a gushing tide, accompanying your information. We chatted that night, recalling some Kai, some Fei and some lemon. I was really excited that night, thinking about our reunion and really wanting to cry …… I accidentally bought an essay and read Lu Xun’s “for the memory of forgetting”, the title is the same as the article I want to write. Now that we have decided to overlap the topics, then overlap. Lu Xun’s reputation is not tarnish by a nobody like me, so there is a following for courage. The unforgettable memorial Wei Feng blew rows of clothes on the wires, and occasionally made a little temper blowing the clothes. The warm sunshine, the warm breeze, sitting on the sofa really makes people want to sleep lazily. Piecing together the fragments of memory, I opened my missing for you. Looking for the tired thoughts for you, I finally found the long-forgotten photo in the box. Looking through photos one after another, our beautiful memories seem to be right in front of my eyes …… turning over, the annual rings of time seem to bring me to the campus that year …… I still remember the old building, is the handrail, the old table, and the long path we walked together? Now it no longer exists, but it is still so clear in my heart (in fact, it is to revisit the old place). There is no trace of the old building, no figure we chased, no noise of you and me. The table that left you crying no longer exists in the erosion of time, and the path we walked together also flies under the turntable of time. A Kai in the first year of junior high school is not in our world. A Fei and a lemon, like a natural enemy, have a small quarrel in three days and a big quarrel in five days. School, on the way home, during the break, the beating sound came out from time to time, that was the innocence you witnessed together! I still remember the feeling in those years that I would not pay attention to a FEI tomorrow and would not talk any more. But the next day, we started to beat and scold a child. The most real feeling is still fresh in our memory …… A Kai entered our world on the second day of junior high school and will never leave in our hearts. Time will take everything away, but it has rooted in my heart since then. After a Kai came, a FEI and a lemon continued to fight. Under the ripening of time, the relationship between lemon and Kai also became deeper and deeper. You and my sweat were left on the basketball court, where we witnessed our beautiful memories, we sang together in music class, and running witnessed our memories, xin Qing is a ballad when we walk together. Every time we listen to this song, we think of our happy days. Did the third year of junior high school change us a lot? In the past, some Fei and some lemon became speechless, less slapstick and more communication. I don’t know when a Fei, a Kai and a lemon became so good. Our memories were left in the orchard of a Min’s family, and our memories were also left on her lover’s Ridge. The wheat was mowed in the hot sun, and there were too many eaters beside the barbecue …… it was hard to forget. A large group of people in the toilet took a shower, and single people who went to eat fried potatoes together on Singles Day, wiped them together crazily. Never remembered, but hard to forget. In high school, a FEI is in No. 1 Middle School, a Kai is in the people, and a lemon is in the crown. There is no contact or communication, but in some lemon’s heart, they are all bosom friends and intimate friends. Hug every time we meet is the best reward for missing. I don’t know when a Lemon’s feeling for a FEI has changed. A FEI has changed a lot in a middle school. That is a feeling that cannot be expressed. It has changed a lot. A lemon, A Fei’s feelings faded a lot, but the beautiful memories of that time were still in her heart. The feeling of a Kai has never changed like that. Good brother, I still care about it if I don’t connect with it in my heart. I heard a FEI say that a Kai also cares about a lemon in my heart that day. A lemon was very happy. It turned out that not only a lemon cared about him, but also a lemon. Could it be said that two hearts were connected. The curtain of the night came down, and I was alone in front of the computer at this time worrying about you. A Kai, take good care of yourself in the distance. Don’t blame me for not calling you. I am not a person who loves to contact, but please believe that I have such a close friend in my heart. This is the only way to write this diary to express my yearning for you over the years. I have been very good these years, and there are also many good brothers, such as Dragon, Wei, Wei, Chen, Hua, A Kai …… Miss You, A Kai. Come back and get drunk together, sleep together, recall together, miss your lemon together.

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An emotional diary of a Christian (January 12, 2018)

January 12, 2018: The day before yesterday, I said, “my mother will go to Kunshan tomorrow.” However, yesterday, my mother did not go to Kunshan…

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