Love cigarettes, but it has nothing to do with cigarettes; What is related is only a wisp of emotion of oneself. Cigarettes are just burning lonely; Then, they turn into ashes. Love cigarettes, I don’t know where to start. However, when I knew how to feel the loneliness in the world, there was a cigarette between my fingers, which was burning with me for the whole time. Smoking can make people have a blurred artistic conception, just like a wandering soul. They can’t find a direction, but they have a kind of comfort. I don’t know why many people like to smoke heavily, but I only pursue a kind of peace and taste the artistic conception of smoke slowly. Seeing him burn out little by little, he felt helpless, but it seemed that he felt relieved. Slim cigarette, white all over my body, without any flaws. However, as Ashes, he was still so pure. People always use candles as the metaphor of devotion, but never expect that cigarettes are equally noble. Give roses to others, and there is lingering fragrance in your hands. And what cigarette leaves between fingers is not only the lingering fragrance, but also a lingering feeling, or, that is loneliness. People may smoke cigarettes with some kind of sad mood, and cigarettes will burn quietly, together with you, sad.

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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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If a person has no dream, then he will lose the meaning of living; If a country has no dream, then it will have no way to stand on the world. Dream is the foundation of a person and the soul of a country. China has a dream, so China strives for self-improvement! There is a song singing that everyone is great with dreams. If you have courage, there will be miracles! Let alone the dream of one heart and one mind? Because of the Dream, China got rid of the shackles of feudal colonization; Because of the Dream, China smashed the title of sick man of East Asia; Because of the Dream, China resisted the ravages of foreign powers invading China; Because of the dream, since then, Chinese people have stood up; Because of dreams, China has entered a new era and become rich in reform and opening up; Because of dreams, China has created amazing miracles. Looking back on the history, the First Opium War broke out in 1840, which opened the door of Qing government’s seclusion and shattered the dream of China’s Celestial Empire. A series of aggressive wars came one after another, followed by a series of unequal treaties. Thus, China became a semi. What a humiliating and sad history it is. However, history is not the stain of dreams, but the starting point of dreams. Looking at the present, from two bombs and one star to goddess of the Moon, from hybrid rice to test-tube baby, from Beijing Olympics to Shanghai World Expo, from Zhai Yongming’s Italian international literature prize to Mo Yan’s Nobel Literature Prize, these glorious and remarkable achievements again and again, this lofty and impressive achievement has witnessed the breakthrough and continuation of the dream of the Chinese nation, and it is also a solid fulcrum for the Chinese dream to move towards the future. Disaster is always the touchstone of dreams. The catastrophic flood disaster in 1998, SARS attack in 2003, the great snow disaster in the South in 2008, and the YA ‘an earthquake in Lushan Mountain in 2013 since the founding of New China, destructive natural and man-made disasters have continuously attacked China, however, the Chinese nation has created myths one after another through repeated tests, showing the sonorous pride of the Chinese nation to the world with strong will. In the face of every catastrophe, Chinese from all directions extend their hands to the disaster area, using their common Chinese heart to stop floods, fight viruses and melt ice and snow, to heal wounds. The Chinese nation, a nation with many hardships and difficulties, and a nation that impressed all the people, went forward hand in hand with the same Chinese dream. However, the Chinese dream has been sublimated in disasters again and again. Times are changing, dreams are changing, but the essence of dreams remains unchanged. As the mainstay of a country, teenagers have the responsibility to pass on the fire of dreams generation by generation and put dreams into practice with their own actions. As the saying goes, everyone has the responsibility for the rise and fall of a country. We should hold high the banner of reform and opening up, take the national spirit with patriotism as the guide to advance, and take the spirit of the times with reform and innovation as the Searchlight to move forward, take the belief of ensuring China’s territorial integrity as the driving force of navigation, persistently follow the road of socialism with Chinese characteristics, move towards a comprehensive well-off society in 2020 and a prosperous, democratic, civilized and harmonious socialist modern country in 2049, towards the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation. Dream in your heart, and even under your feet! Believe that you will see the rainbow after wind and rain. The Chinese nation has experienced many changes in the past five thousand years, but it still stands proudly in the forest of nations in the world, which is really not easy. This is also the precious point of the dream of the Chinese nation. As long as we have ideals, firm faith, down-to-earth and down-to-earth, we will certainly embrace the beautiful Chinese dream!

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