Time, flow, Flower Lane deep spring; Season, cycle, Willow path rustling Ye Qiu; Beauty, light thin, pink makeup Light Light Sorrow. When missing climbs up my eyebrows, I know that tonight, loneliness will be another dance charm of no return. The wind is boundless, hanging willow tips, intoxicated with the curtain of good dreams; The moon is shadowless, going up to the clouds, emaciated lovesickness. I have always thought that the most pleasant scenery in my heart is always pregnant with colorful dreams, there will always be no fading color, flowers bloom and fall as beautiful, leaves fall as charming, the season is always warm and warm in the air tirelessly, and the flowers, red leaves and green leaves are always breeding the vitality of life unhurriedly; I always believe that your arrival is the gift of chance, and the scenery is half a maple forest, dyed the fragrance of flowers for four seasons. I wore a bead curtain with a clear dream, half silk and a red dress, and in a flash, the flowers were not flowers, and the fog was not fog. I will not take pictures here any more! Idle stepping on the grass and green platform, dark fragrance floating dust, twining in the isolated dream, flowers fade, leaves dry, your old shadow is silent, let loneliness run over the misty rain in half a city, the endless qingse, the inescapable besieged city, and the full season of smoke, leave you waiting. The tassels touching the memory, the happiness that once touched the palm slipped through the palm quietly, like the wind passing through, leaving scars, which could not be held back and passed into eternity. Those flowers bearing happiness and happiness, show their faces, enchanting in the leaves and flowers, dancing and charming. The green willows used to support the wind for thousands of miles. In the years, the duckweed became dusty, the moon became lonely, the dream of thousands of years became poems, walking in the mezzanine of memory, bursting with water mist and Lotus, and the boundless sky. Wind, light; Wave, swing; Miss, Cong injury. In the old days, dreams were not full of flowers. The fallen branches and leaves covered the past happy words layer by layer. The fragments of dreams scattered in the wind and dust could not be pieced together into the past yesterday. From the shore, the Willow smoke scattered the dust, I am worried about the whole season. Everything is clear, clear, and silent; In the world of mortals, this shore is mountain, the other shore is sea, it is difficult to describe the front. The heart, holding both ends, the end of the world is thinking, and the distance is thinking; One side is clear, and the other half is a deep dream. Who sings softly in the depth of the years? A wisp of breeze, how many words, who is at the corner of the fleeting year? I love each other here, and I am free and sad there. I know the wind and rain best. Falling into the world of mortals for no reason and causing thousands of troubles, no matter who is the cause and effect of the previous life, no matter who is the fate of this life; Meeting, is the warmest dream rhyme, entangled, it should be the happiest heart injury. Flowers, no dust, Willow, no smoke; Past years, flowing water scenery, you know, I know; Smoke, late shake, melancholy, endless books and poems, let the East Wind Chase water, think about it, love or. In the poetic years, you raise the fallen flowers and fly to the sky, but you are lonely with a falling shoulder; You say that flowers are the gifts of Angels, and pieces are the fragments of love, and the joy of palm is a flowing rose; who thinks, at dusk when the wind fades, Flowers fly and people return. The heart of rose is finally faded into sadness by time. From then on, Roland flowers bloom, which is amazing and rich in season, semi-dream cool. Leisure used on window month, find poetry heart send Dreamspell. Relying on the window alone, my shadow follows the moon, and the empty courtyard is silent, filled with loneliness and counting fallen flowers; In autumn, I don’t lose weight and cool, leaning on the breeze, shaking the flowing light, and tasting the happiness accumulated over the years carefully. Spread out your palm, it is the past of flowing years, clear and light; Close your palm, it is the deeper and deeper love, strong and heavy, repeated and simple, in fact, it is just a heart hidden by you. In my dream, I gently touched the bead curtain. Out of the window, there were small red flowers falling, and I slept alone. Where is the best place to worry about? A few rays of autumn rain, wet make-up, the bottom of the flower is speechless, a piece of seclusion and cold hiding. Smoke and dust, half sail and Moon, looking back, lovesickness? If you leave like this, the pear flowers will fall to the West. The flowing water passed away, the birds cried and the flowers fell, the dynasty was also clear and sad, and the dusk was also idle, just like the flowing clouds rolling with the wind. Willow Shadow, wind dance; Fragrance of flowers, darkness, loneliness of wine. Gently cut a section of flowing Yin, leave incense for you, heart words, elegant thinking, dreaminess, precipitation of true feelings; Quietly send a half volume of sadness, for your book, write, cloud notes full of Acacia, ink, lamely difficult to describe lonely. Looking back, it is you who are deeply and shallow. Because of missing each other, loneliness will not return. Like (prose editor: Di Mo Chengshang) the 30th year of my WeChat era

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As long as you think of your father, you will remember your childhood brilliance. Although you are young and ignorant, and many plots are hard to remember, there are always many scenes deeply engraved in your young heart, even if time is ruthless and has been flowing for so many years, it cannot kill any memory. Among Brothers and Sisters, I am the most naughty one. My elder brothers and sisters were a lot older than me. Just when my father and mother thought there would be no more children, I broke into their arms. The joy of my parents could be imagined. Although life was hard at that time, their parents were both rural farmers in the old age, and the country custom of having more sons and more blessings was deeply rooted in their minds. Although every time you open your mouth, it will increase the burden on your shoulders, parents are willing to suffer such sufferings and suffer such sins. When he grew up and became sensible, he realized that his father was a silent and unsmiling man of crops, which was quite different from his father in his childhood. In those unforgettable days, my mind was blank. Since I was two or three years old, I gradually had memories of my childhood. Some fragments of my life were far away when I remembered them, but I still remembered them with scales and claws, slowly recall, just like what happened yesterday. At that time, there was no electric light. At night, there were all oil lamps. The oil was not the foreign oil mentioned by villagers, but almost all the rapeseed oil grown by themselves. When the night came, the lights were like beans, and the whole room was dim. The whole family gathered in the same room and went to sleep after dinner, which could save lamp oil. When my father was excited, he would catch me like a chicken while my mother was taking care of my elder brother and sister sleeping. He would carry me to his raised legs and hold one of my small hands with both hands, after sitting firmly on the ankles, he pulled his hands upward, and his feet were also forced to move upward. While moving, he read: riding a pier, being a scholar, the scholar ate a bowl of noodles, and rushed to the county in one breath, after drinking a bowl of tea in the county, I rushed to the government. The government ate a bowl of cake and rushed home. Children’s songs are not short, but it is a pity that these words are the only ones I can remember now. If I remember them all, I will feel more smelly if I read them again. It was a simple game that made me happy. After a long time, my father’s face was covered with fine sweat beads. Sometimes, my mother would put me on her ankles when she was busy and having a short break, just like my father’s style, holding my little hands tightly, letting me, a little person, with her legs, it rises and falls. My mother was so upset that she giggled. My mother’s face was full of joy. When I was a child, I was the little tail of my parents and always drove them away. Sometimes they were annoyed and stubborn, so I had to turn a blind eye to accommodate my mess. When my father was in a good mood, he would lift me up, put it on his ankles and play tricks with me on horseback. In the countryside at that time, under the circumstance that there was almost nothing to enlighten children’s intelligence, these games which father was keen on entertaining children were undoubtedly the best enlightenment, especially those nursery rhymes growing from the land under their feet are the spiritual food that native rural children first come into contact with. Almost every rural child listens to such folk songs, under the care of my parents, I grew up day by day; These folk songs are naturally indelible warm memories in my heart. When my father took a lot of effort to beat me, my father didn’t play the game of riding a horse with me slowly, let alone her physical strength, how can I compare with my father? But I have already known this folk song by heart. Sometimes, when I was chasing the chicken and chasing the dog in the yard and making the chicken fly and the dog jump, I still read it in a beautiful high voice: riding a horse, being a scholar, the scholar ate bowls of noodles and rushed to the county. The county went to drink a bowl of tea, and rushed to the government. The government ate bowls of cakes and rushed home. In a family, it was always a pleasant thing to have such a noisy voice of children. If there were children and women, there would be hope. But at that time, we couldn’t think of the details of our parents’ hearts at all, but one thing is certain, they hope that this family will have a good harvest, and hope that in front of their own eyes, children will go together, which is also the most real and most concerned idea of their generation. People say that time is like a blink of an eye, which is true. It seems that the childhood scene has not gone far. The waist of parents has been stooping slowly, and we naughty eggs have grown up. When I became a family, when I had my own child, and when my child could talk nonsense, my father would also hold his grandson very affectionately, put the child on the ankles carefully and hold the child’s small hands carefully, letting the child enjoy the fun of riding a pier, shaking the old legs while reading, riding a pier, being a scholar, it is a replica of my childhood. At this time, my father’s face was more kind and happy, and his cheeks were full of wrinkles. The charm of life in rural families was vivid, warm and pleasant. As my father did, I put my daughter on my ankles, held her little hands and wandered hard. While moving up and down, I read, rode a horse on a pier, and became a scholar. The scholar ate bowls and noodles, the daughter who rushed to the county was also full of excitement, shaking with joy, as if she was back to the past, back to her childhood, and then looked at her old parents, I suddenly felt something unspeakable in my heart. Now let’s interpret this folk song, which can be said to be the hope and sustenance of rural parents for their children. The word scholar is the highest pursuit in their hearts. Although this kind of hope and pursuit is not lost because of the passage of time, on the contrary, one generation is stronger than another generation, because the society always makes progress in front of the court, with the development of the times, people have new demands in their hearts. Naturally, expectations will only be higher and higher. Many hopes in folk songs have become reality. Just thinking of these nursery rhymes again, a picture scroll of time will be spread out. Those unique charm is really hard to say.

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The erratic heart wandered wildly in the classroom. I feel calm, but I feel upset. Now I have a doubt about everything I have. Doubt your ability, the teaching profession you are engaged in, the 30 years of ups and downs you have gone through, and sometimes even doubt the survival itself. Why is it like this? I can’t say for sure. Now I am content with the status quo and even muddle along. Feel that life is meaningless, no matter how hard you struggle and struggle, you will eventually return to the dust. No matter how much I give to others, I can’t get others’ understanding and recognition. In this way, what is the significance of my giving? It would be better to hold basketball alone and sweat alone on the ice-cooled and enthusiastic playground, letting the fierce and ruthless sunshine make my delicate and white skin dark and rough. At least, I can forget a lot on the playground. Now I also like to mess around in the office with a mobile phone that I once thought was boring and ruthless. Even if I turn it on and off again and again, I still feel it is much better than crying loudly, at least my heart is calm. There is no need to be adorable and adorable in order to win others’ good impression, nor to flatter others with head and tail, let alone raise eyebrows for envy others’ achievements, my mouth is prominent and I am angry and sad. I am just myself, the self that blocks myself. The blockade here is not a negative isolation from the world, Instead, I return my heart to peace, and then use another way to make up for the missing things. Use words to express all kinds of things. Recently, I especially like that kind of simple and elegant words, just like drinking tea. A long smell can’t leave in my heart for a long time. Maybe if you close the book and put down the pen, you will not remember anything, but there is a great sense of satisfaction in your heart. I don’t know when I don’t like the strong white wine and the light boiled water. I only feel that the elegance of fragrant tea can store my soul. Staring at the rising tea leaves in the glass, smelling the strong aroma of tea, tasting this wonderful drink of tea blending, the inner satisfaction is incomparable. Life is enough. There is no need to haggle over every penny. Life is just like this tea, which can only be drunk two or three times by the drinker in the Cup, and then it will be flushed into the toilet. When the mission is completed, why should people remember themselves? It is enough to live in this world, and there is no need for others’ understanding and memory. He also lives in a state of great freedom. If it doesn’t matter to the world, then the world doesn’t matter to himself.

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