It is less than 1.6 meters tall and less than 60 kilograms. Close to the public’s face in the crowd, the descendants of yellow skin. I inherited my mother’s spots, and her appearance was much more beautiful than sister Hua’s clothes, but it was not so annoying that people looked at me. The gender that men pursue, and the jealous figure of women. ② The Soul wants the eternal peace of pigeons, the equality, friendship, mutual help, mutual respect and mutual love that human beings possess; The world is always full of happiness, happiness and health; The world is as beautiful as heaven, like the appearance of a paradise; Want beautiful things to be beautiful forever, the climate of Four Seasons is like the scenery of Changchun, birds and flowers are everywhere, butterflies fly and peacocks dance. ③ sometimes impatient, sometimes steady, sometimes rough, sometimes docile. I like it for a while, but I prefer to think calmly. Sometimes I am introverted, sometimes I want to be stable and wandering. I like the truth of things, even if it is a cruel fact, it is too serious and true in terms of reason. I hate being cheated, lying people, hypocritical people, and even more swearing people. Insist on the idea that true is true, false is false, beauty is beauty, and ugliness is ugliness. Keep silent if you can’t say anything. ④ love photography and writing. After work, describe your life and express your feelings. In my spare time, take a camera for a walk and play in the wild, and shoot a moment of nostalgia. I love white, black, blue and cyan, and I hate red the most. Love Leisure, love shopping, see what you like, see your own financial ability to buy, unable to buy is not more than the pursuit, just shrug smile, do impatient action, turn around and leave without worrying about it. ⑤ experienced the failure of love, the artificial frame-up in work, the wandering process of life and death, The Fool of the opposite sex and the stability of marriage life. ⑥ love someone, hate someone, want to kill someone, and hurt a few people unintentionally. I am extremely weak in lethality, general in appearance and shallow in experience. No one will put myself in my heart forever. Hurt is not the original intention of the person I love, nor the original intention of the person who loves me. It is the creation that makes people. I met the wrong person when I was right, and I met the right person when I was wrong. For the scarred soul, the only choice is to escape. I am afraid of being hurt again. Whether it hurts me or others, it is the burden of my soul. Love hurts the most in this world. The emotion is very fragile, and it will be broken if you hit it like a thin glass. No matter family affection, love, friendship can be hurt, but these injuries have been experienced. Now I am blocking my true emotions, and the people I communicate with are also talking in a general way. No one can easily walk into the depth of my heart ……. ⑦ I graduated from high school with a high education background, and I am unwilling to take over the class. I have finished my junior, it can be regarded as a junior college graduate with the second degree. He majored in clinical medicine, and his real job was in the financial office, which was off track with his studies. ⑧ job changes and abilities in the first year of work, he was arranged by Abba in the post Liu Wuguan department. He was transferred to the charging room for fear of blood and cruelty of the world. One year later, he went to the pharmacy and worked for epidemic prevention for two months, I was transferred to Guo Lou for two years. I worked in the nursing office for half a month and the charging room for several months. Then I worked as the department director in the pharmacy. Finally, I was secondment to cross road till now. I worked as an instrument nurse in the operating room in the pharmacy, took charge of the logistics, worked as a cashier, took charge of the pharmacy, and served as the first co-manager, finally, he was promoted to be the chief accountant of the unit. I wanted to make progress, but the social atmosphere made me give up. Now I want to be safe and stable in my current position until I retire, but the change of leaders is too diligent. It seems that I don’t get what I want. Let’s see the future development. I don’t want to be shot any more. I don’t know what’s going on. Strong working ability, love learning, love specialized research, and business ability are listed as the top three in the unified system of the county. Supported by peers, they are often called teachers. But always envied by person, after the Institute low key. But …… it was written on the 6th of 2012 like (prose editor: Di Mo Chengshang) the 30th of my WeChat era

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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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