Father is old. The gray hair is like a shirt which was originally dark black. After experiencing too much sunshine exposure, the smooth face is also full of ravines and the vicissitudes of life. I, the man who was denounced as a bear child by him, sat against him, with two wisps of smoke hanging around, staring faintly without saying a word. My father worried about building three houses and always boasted from this, my father retired one year in advance, and caught up with the last batch of resettlement, which became a boastful capital. Half a cup of turbid wine drinkled the veins on the forehead. It seems that the blood flowing back to the youth is more forgetful. But my father is indeed old, with my mother. They no longer have the energy to quarrel but to support each other. We became our father again, but we were no longer irritable and confident blindly. Because my father is really setting an example for us now

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I like the other side of the river, the passion that never cools down all the year round, the endless bustle and the everlasting prosperity over there. Although the environment is a little rough, people are a little busy, even tired, and still a little hard. On the other side of the river, those fireworks filled in the world looked so attractive; Those faces with different characteristics and weather-beaten in the South-to-North tone looked so kind. Although the wind near the river is a little bitter, the water in the river is a little turbid. I like to avoid traffic in my spare time, walk across the small bridge, walk slowly on the corridor on the other side of the river, watch quietly, and carefully select the favorite of my family and me. Because the variety of that dish is always so complete, the color is so bright; The fruit is also so fresh and full; And the mouthwatering fragrance floating on the breakfast stand attracts my appetite to multiply. I like to push the small push bag to shuttle through the crowd, watch the colorful flowers and dress up the barren plateau like a blooming green Mulberry. I like to choose those small necessities of life, which are simple but cheap and practical. I like to stand and watch in front of those small stalls, listening to all kinds of shouts one after another. All kinds of men, women, old and young people start to take care of the whole-day life of the family here, busy with hardship and enrichment, but also happy. I like to walk around when I am free, wandering in the crowd, admiring their tenacity and persistence day after day. Thank you for our country’s growing prosperity. The policy is so deep in the hearts of the people and makes our vegetables so rich. I couldn’t help thinking: what a great happiness it would be to eat. I like the other side of the river. The long motorcade is like a dragon, and the goods are full of treasures. The busy people are like performing the “Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival”. It interprets and shows the absolute truth and absolute authority of “Food is the most important thing for the people. I like the dust from life on the other side of the river, which is for the benefit of the common people and solves the big problem of eating. After several migrations, it is almost aborted, but it is still stubbornly preserved. It is always unprecedentedly lively, with wind, rain and cold wave invading, and it seems that it cannot shake its persistence and perseverance. It is the early market on the other side of the river, which facilitates people’s lives, solves people’s meals and enriches people’s dining tables. The four seasons of the year are full of excitement and enthusiasm. I hope its road will be smoother, wider and longer, and people’s lives will be richer.

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