Silence. Less statements. Occasionally, he threw a humor among his friends, but failed to receive the expected laughter, so he sat silently in a corner and listened to the conversation of others. Occasionally, he proved his existence by coughing. I often compare myself with the grass. I have the humble grass, but I don’t have its vastness and stubbornness when the spring breeze blows. I often worry about how difficult the fate of others is, and sigh that others are suffering from the tragedy. However, my own situation is not as good as that of others, and there are still remaining feelings to move. It really makes people laugh. But before the age of establishment, the hair declined and there was a sign of aging in advance. However, the mentality failed to move forward together. It was as naive as a child, and people could not be tactful in dealing with things. It was not thoughtful to consider things, and the horizon and. With such development, most of them have become little people who are incapable of doing nothing and doing nothing. It is good to be a junior. After all, it is much luckier than a rat who is shouted by people across the street. It is ridiculous to read very little and have no knowledge of literature, and often publish articles under the public. The four limbs are not diligent, and the five grains are not divided, they are really a brave man, but there is no courage of a brave man, it is really useless. However, it is not impossible to highlight the usefulness of others because of my uselessness. There is no other interest, but only a little drink of thin wine. The wine is also fake wine, and the alcohol is mixed with water. However, the rest of the people are humble, and the King of Hell does not accept it. The rest of the life is to get together with friends, I wanted to go home and sleep soundly, but unexpectedly, the door of my wife was as solid as gold and could not be opened for a long time. I had to dream a dream with the sky as the curtain and the moon as the candlelight. How could I wake up or not. Like (prose editor: Di Mo Chengshang) the 30th year of my WeChat era

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According to the old man, many villages in our area changed their village names 40 years ago. Their names were revolutionary: Xiangyang brigade, satellite Brigade and Dongfanghong brigade restored their old village names later: after the recovery of half Temple village, hoop Zhang village and Zhang Renzhuang village, the folk flavor of grounding gas came back. There is always something that you can’t change. If you change it, it will bounce back. Folk things may be self-generated, but some may also be conventional things with strong vitality. For example, ballads. Like these folk songs, we all don’t know how many generations we hummed: Little Mouse, went up to the lampstand, stole oil to eat, couldn’t get down, cried and called Grandma, and rolled down. Xiaozi, sitting at the door, crying and asking for a wife, why do you want a wife? Light the light and talk, blow the light as a companion, and comb her braid tomorrow. Sheep, sheep, sheep, jumping flower wall. The wall is broken, the donkey is grinding, the pig picks firewood and dogs to cook the pot, and the kitten goes to the Kang to knead the nest. Zongzi incense, incense stove. Wormwood leaves are fragrant and full of fragrance. The Cypress Branch was inserted on the gate, and when I went out, I looked at the wheat yellow, which was Duanyang here and Duanyang there. I like folk songs because they are soft and kind. That was the bone soup stewed with slow fire. Although the fire was small, it was stewed for a long time. After a long time, the taste came out bit by bit and became the flavoring agent of life. After work in the evening, sometimes I will go to the square for a stroll. It is common for someone to sing opera in a corner of the square, most of which are Henan Opera. A Mike, several people sang in turn, and a circle of people around were listening to it. The musical instrument came with its own, not for other reasons, just for liking, just for finding comfort. This is the folk cultural form and attitude. If you are born by yourself, you will not be humble. Folk and so do. Sometimes I think: when I am old, I am not willing to write and knock on the computer. A cup of green tea, a bamboo chair, sitting in the sun and looking through the past, thinking about folk songs, must also be beautiful?

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