The soft light gently covered the White Paper. I lifted the pen and stared at the paper under it, but I couldn’t do it for a long time. Hesitating, hesitating, because I don’t know what to leave on this paper. I can’t stain this piece of paper, just like a knight shouldn’t kiss a princess’s hand casually. The mosquito flew back at my hesitantly hand. Sometimes, the dragonfly gently kissed on my hand like a little water, and ran away as if the child who had done something wrong was afraid of the reprimanding of his parents. Mosquito, mosquito, what are you hesitating about? The night wind blew away the paper on the desk, so pieces of brilliance flew in the air, dazzling people. I stood up, closed the window, refused the call of the wind, and locked the night outside. But the night was so persistent, rushing into the room, enveloping the light just now. The darkness raged and the shop came. The power went out? All right, go out for a walk. I pushed open the door and walked into the yard. The stars all over the sky, with a hint of Moon, spread on the deserted Earth. The tree shadow is mottled, reflecting with the Stars and the moon. Everything is still so beautiful. But what is missing, what? In this season without wind, everything seems a little monotonous, which makes people want to cry. Without the wind, the stars are dead, the moon is dead, and the flowers, plants and trees cannot live even more. The light cast by the moon and stars in the quiet night is like a pool of stagnant water. The shadow of the tree is no longer dancing, just like the low breath of dancers with broken legs. This night needs a wind, but where is the wind? I looked up and saw the clouds standing there blankly, between the stars and the moon. The cloud lost its vitality, because the wind no longer held his hand and danced with the Stars. I lowered my head and looked at the shadow of the tree, the light of stars and moon. They were also looking at me quietly, with dull eyes and lost their vitality. In this season where wind is needed, the wind does not come. Maybe he had already died, and I strangled him in the room when he blew away the paper on the desk. I stood in this night which needed wind, watching the dull night losing my immature life. This night, the wind did not come. I stood quietly in the yard. I want to cry.

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Military training? When I was young, I always thought that it should be done by the uncle of PLA, but the ancients said: happiness alone is not as good as happiness of all. Therefore, we, who just stepped into the middle school, are the flowers of our motherland and the pillars of our country’s future, under the lightning of the clouds, the iron willpower was tempered. However, high school was still high school after all, and vocational high school was still vocational high school after all. Were the two different schools supposed to have military training different? In junior high school, we only need to do gymnastics, shout slogans and walk in quick march. Oh, by the way, we also need to sing. I don’t know if Vocational High School is the same. However, I heard from the teacher: Walk in quick march, run, standing military posture is inevitable, but more is to practice standing posture, oh my God! It is said that Sagittarius is very active in life, and they practice their military posture? It’s like nailed a wood there, motionless, mosquito can’t shoot, Sparrow can’t drive, even mouse, Xiaoqiang come you have to wait for it to go, alas! How hard it is, how tragic it is, how tragic it is. At this moment, a sentence that I don’t know which celebrity has said flashed in my mind: one original does not sweep, how do world? On! The previous military training has survived, but now this little military training has nothing to do with me? Or even push. If this little military training can’t conquer the world, how can it conquer the world?

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When I was in school, a very popular literary work was popular on Chinese Internet. Its name is “ghost blows the lamp”. This topic is very interesting, but I haven’t read the content. Last year, I promised to write this article in my space, but I never wrote it. Now I am free, it is very good to write some words. These things I want to write happened more than half a year ago. The Masters of the story are my father and me. Of course, there are others. But that is not the point of my narration. In the article “My Father”, I wrote about my father. However, not long after I wrote it, my father made a mess of our family after one or two years of peace and stability. One day, I stayed at home. It was very late at night, and my father didn’t go home either. As usual, I called my father. On the phone, there came a voice that made me confused. It was a hoarse voice with father’s tone and tone at the same time. When I heard such an abnormal voice, I immediately felt uneasy. I asked where my father was. He said I was in the city. I asked what the situation was. Father not speak. He paused for a while and then said, “Don’t worry about it, I’m fine. I was confused and uneasy at that time. I think my father must have encountered something bad. So after my father hung up, I called him a few more. The ending was my father’s roar coming towards me. My father is the backbone of my family. Although I have grown up, a family has two pillars, and I feel much better than one. Therefore, I felt things were not good, so I immediately rushed to my uncle’s home which was good to me. I want to get some information about my father from him. As a result, in my uncle’s house, I knew that my father and others did something. But I don’t know what the details are. When my uncle sent the car entrusted to him by my father back to my home, it was already dark. Just when my mother and I complained about my father’s stupidity after work, my uncle called me. It means that I want to take my uncle to find a police station. Now I think everything will come to light eventually. I drove my battery car out of the yard and galloped out in the curved alley. What surprised me was that my uncle, who was full of benevolence and righteousness to everyone but mentioned my father, would find money to help my father. This makes me feel very curious. But things are ahead, so I can’t take care of so many things. I dragged my uncle around the road. First I found the money, then I went to a police station not far away to see my father and another client. The slow speed of the car does not affect the short-distance people. Here we are police station. There were a lot of policemen around to discuss things. I asked the police and found my father sitting inside. Because I heard before that a man named Xiamao fought with his father. I don’t know who it is. Now after looking at the situation, I find that person is the one I think. When I found my father, he had scars on his throat and face. I asked my father how it was. He said a lot of nonsense and didn’t explain the matter clearly. Soon, my father drove me and my uncle away. I said I could wait once, but my father insisted that we should leave. I saw that there was not a big deal at that time, and I knew the other party. Besides, I often beat him at the door of his house and said hello. I knew there would be no big problem with this matter. That night, I didn’t know how long it took, my father went back. The next day, my father told me that it was difficult to deal with this matter. He said what happened to that man. It means from my father’s words that he didn’t do the injury of the party concerned. He would ask him for a lot of money if he told him how to play tricks. I said immediately, I can’t deal with your attitude. If you want to solve things smoothly, you must listen to me. At first, my father was a little stubborn. However, after several discussions between the two sides, my father felt the seriousness of the situation. Just obey me. I remembered that the next day after work in the afternoon, I felt it was time for me to play a role. My father and I asked for the phone number of that man, but he said no. My father heard that I wanted the number, and he said someone had it. But once he asked the man, he found reasons to push him off. I asked my father if the police station had his phone number! Father said yes. I said I would talk to him. After taking a shower. I set off on a battery car. When I arrived at the police station I went to last night, I explained the situation clearly. A police officer guided me to the inquiry office for consultation. But there, I didn’t get the number immediately. Because the police were afraid that I would stir up trouble. It’s reasonable. But I had a communication with that person on the phone. From the content of the conversation, I know where he infuses. So I bought some fruits and went to the place I wanted to go. As a result, I found him there. The man saw me and got up politely to shake hands with me because he knew me before. I think this is a reasonable person. Now I am relieved. Because the world is not afraid of your ability, I am afraid that you are unreasonable. Therefore, I found a bench and sat next to him, talking with him. I told him about my father’s situation in a friendly and devout manner. In fact, from the content of the conversation, there is nothing great. But no matter how innocent it was at the beginning, but the result was not good, there must be an end. In fact, I feel that most of the ordinary people I met in the society are very good. So when talking with him that day, he always said whether I could be my father’s home, and I said yes. I said that you can trust me. I said if my father had a bad attitude or had communication problems, you could talk to me. The man saw my attitude was very good and he was a junior, so he exchanged numbers with me. When I left, I said I would take my father to your home to see it at night. And I also took away the fruit I visited him. On my way back, I was very relaxed. Because the uncle named Ximao didn’t do anything extreme. In the evening, I took my father to his house. I said my father, no matter how bad your character is, you must endure it. Otherwise, I can’t handle the matter easily. But to my surprise, my father was scared. He nodded whatever I said. However, after all, because the party concerned was not at home, our journey of pleading for punishment failed. What I didn’t expect was that the next day, my father lost some reasonable price, and it was over. But looking back, what should not have happened happened, it happened. Just like Lin Senhao poisoned, small things became big things. Sometimes I think that people with high IQ commit such a thing. It is normal for my father, an illiterate, to have such a thing. So I used to describe my father’s thing as the phenomenon of ghost blowing lights. I feel it is inappropriate now. But when I found something happened to my other uncle at the same time, I felt very strange. He accidentally pressed his feet. This no big deal. But because of the mess, the family was in a mess. Of course, I can’t care about his business, and I have no responsibility or obligation. After all, his grandson ran away all over the floor. I wonder why these things happened together. As far as I know, two things of the same nature. It could have been trivial. Now the results are totally different. I think this is conducive to improving my family’s status among acquaintances. I think my father is not good at home for so many years because of his bad personality. Now I think it is time to get better. I think the two ghost blows the lights together invisibly. From which I saw the door of Justice opened to me. It can be seen that not everything in the world is unchangeable. But think about my efforts over the years, I want to live a happy ordinary life. But now it has been many years before I come. I really think it is difficult to be a man! Now I decide that I will continue on my own path in the future. Before, I firmly believed that the life of ordinary people is the most perfect life. After that, I will try my best to inject all my efforts into this goal. You should know that frustration is not terrible, and bitterness is not terrible. The terrible thing is to lose yourself. I used to hear superstitious people say that ghosts are terrible. Now I am not afraid of ghosts. I am afraid of living ghosts.

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Inadvertently, another birthday came quietly. Years passed away quietly in the sound of blessings, leaving the most sincere blessings from family and friends, what slips away is another mood for love… time is just like the fine sand in your hands, as for how tight you are clenched, it will quietly lose as time goes by, year after year, year after year, from the beginning to the end, it flows quietly in the blessings of relatives and friends. The birthday should have been happy, and the sincere blessings and warm words received happily, but counting the years that one year has passed quietly is more emotional. From being young and frivolous to gorgeous youth, to standing and then to today’s no confusion, what a fast time, how fast life, just like the gripping fine sand quietly gone without a trace. Birthday, the day of birth, the beginning of a new life, from the birth, the annual rings began to turn, circle after circle, in the cycle of rotation ups and downs, there are many laughter, how much sorrow disappeared in the long river of life together with the quicksand of time. Every year, every year, the same day, different feelings, together into a voice of greetings, blessings, happy birthday!

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