Like the lingering river, it flows slowly, neither tight nor slow, and always has its own beautiful rhythm. The breath in this morning is always so symmetrical, and the beautiful dream is also like the flowing of the river, lazy but very mild, a rhythm that can not be put down, so cute. When the dew was still very heavy, the Sun had quietly climbed up the hill. He came to call the earth. The moment the soft sunshine poured on the Earth, thousands of orange glows, begin to touch all things, and all things on the Earth are like children one by one, gradually waking up from sleep. When the vehicles on the road were already crowded, how many people were still asleep, still in the dream, still sentimentally attached to the dream of last night, continuing the plot of the dream. But how many people have been engaged in the tense running, and you and I can enjoy the lovely picture caused by the sound sleep, lazy body, hazy eyes. When the first alarm rang, it was such a harsh sound and a reluctant sound. No matter how beautiful the ringing was, it couldn’t make people happy at the moment. Although the secret of success told us, it is necessary to respond positively to the stimulus, but how to do it on Earth is too difficult to make a choice. Who is willing to get out of a deep sleep. We live such a life. Although we are not very rich, we don’t feel how hard life is. Compared with the sweat and hard journey of our parents, today’s life can be said to be extremely happy, however, people who live in blessings can never feel that kind of beauty, but the sleeping time is extremely lovely. The most lovely body belongs to that body. On both sides, there is a big bed and an unspeakable posture. Both of them have their own actions, one side to the right, the other side against the wall, and the other side lying flat, facing the ceiling, they were all motionless, and a quiet picture seemed so soft. Under a thin blanket, it was the body of the lovers who walked across the streets and drifted into the campus in ordinary days. They were inseparable. This morning was also intoxicating. Otherwise, how could they be drunk in bed like drinking vintage wine? It seemed that except for the shocking Thunder, nothing could take them out of their dreams. The slightly exposed belly showed a touch of white. At first sight, it was white and fat. The body was well-fed all day long. The meat rose and fell up and down with the breath rhythm. The legs fell on the strip-shaped mat, place freely and stretch freely, which is the free space. The long bed is enough to accommodate the sleeping person. Although the feet can’t touch the bed, the pillow on the head of the bed has been deformed, and half of the corners have been removed from the bed body. If it weren’t for the head pressing on it, when I wanted to leave, I fell to the floor, but I thought it was not quiet to sleep last night. His head was tightly against the pillow, and there was a little bit wet under the pillow, which was definitely not tears, because his eyes were not red and swollen at all, and there was no trace of tears flowing through both sides. Presumably, it could only be sweat, the sweat on this head is an obvious proof that it is blessed to sleep so deeply in this summer. There is a fan swinging from side to side, pink, the bigger the plate is, the higher it is. The bottom of the plate looks like an ankle, standing on the foot of the desk, about one meter away from the owner, the slight wind slided out of the fan blade gently and brushed onto the owner, like a mother watching her sleeping child peacefully, it is also like a beautiful wife waiting for her husband with love. The clock has pointed to the morning, which means that the sky is already bright and the birds have been chirping out for food. The crisp birdsong can be heard faintly, presumably in the forest not far away from the park, birds are singing early songs to welcome this new day. The alarm has rang over and over again, urging the people in dreams to wake up quickly, to see the beautiful nature and breathe the fresh air of this precious morning, A burst of fresh air was blowing in from the window. With the help of the fan, all the fresh air had been sent to the owner’s face, trying to blow away these sweat drops. Hearing the sound, I had gradually recovered, but my heart was filled with reluctance, dissatisfaction, disappointment and sleepiness. This tangled heart began to struggle with reason, in the gradual disappearance of the good times, this fight finally came to an answer. When getting up, reason finally defeated will. Ju a handful of clean water irritated his face. Sweet toothpaste was delivered full of freshness. Clean clothes set off a handsome and beautiful one. Looking in the mirror, the comb slipped from the hair, blink your hazy sleepiness and greet the beauty of the day with full spirit. The lovely morning begins!

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Looking at the thin curtain alone, it was somewhat desolate. Could the remote rising fireworks cross my thoughts to the distance and tell him my true feelings? I also knew that he had her beside him. The story begins and ends, and the ending is a little hurried. Time, can time flow me back to the past and start the old time again? I will live up to the time and let the girls in the story still smile like warm sun. Recently, my thoughts have been mixed up into broken chapters to compose gorgeous, broken and worn ones. I don’t dislike them either, because there are you in those incomplete stories. Lovesickness was addicted to bones, and finally I couldn’t help thinking about it. I started to write about lovesickness and melted those thoughts into this painting one by one, one by one, into words. Although there was not much weight, but it has been pressing on my heart without breathing. That lovesickness is as heavy as gold. After leaving, many beautiful stories have become the past, and no matter how deep the throb is, it has calmed down. The seemingly plain story engraved on my heart with a knife became a sharp weapon to hurt people. The story must have its original appearance to remind people of pity. qq.851892449

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It was two days ago that I said this. Afternoon. Home. I just sent my friends and went back to the house to cover the door. The cellphone rang suddenly. After receiving it, I knew that it was my express delivery. I hurried downstairs. The courier was a middle-aged woman, and I signed her name as she meant. The first feeling when I took the package was heavy. Then, I did not move the place, that is to say, I tore the seal of the black, thick wrapping bag in no time, and took out a book which was still wrapped by a plastic bag from the inside, but the plastic bag inside is extremely soft and transparent. The book Courier said. Well! Yes. I smiled at the Courier. When I ran back home excitedly, I sat on the chair near the window with my hands in my hands, looking at the book “Half curtain of smoke and rain” written by rain dancing alone after waiting for several days. This book, to be honest, is exquisitely bound. It is four laps and Four Corners, without creases and flat, which is just the case even if you choose it in the bookstore in person. The overall tone of the book cover presents a kind of light green, while the book name is half curtain and misty rain, which is made of dark green, it looks like four emerald beads inlay on the Jiangnan waterside dwellings like ink painting and Danqing, which makes them cool and elegant. I turned over the book gently. The first thing I saw was the words the author wrote for me. I felt delighted immediately. This book is extremely simple, with no preface or PostScript. Except for a very brief introduction of the author in the fold of the book cover, it is a table of contents on nearly five pages. Through this long table of contents, it is not difficult to see how abundant the contents and words of this book are. The book is composed of seven parts, which are: love, family affection, friendship, feeling, scenery, essays and the last poetry, with a total of 104 manuscripts, it contains 19 poems and a small novel. After reading the pages of the book which are as thick as 317, you will feel that those typed characters seem to have temperature and spirituality, and sneak into your heart one by one with the author’s mood. Telling the author’s happiness or worry; Also true and elegant plot. It can be said that there is everything in one book. Every article in the whole book is worthy of the audience to sit down and read carefully, because every text is the author’s heart words emerging from the bottom of his heart. However, for me, the most impressive thing in the book is the family affection. It is through this book that I have more chances to understand the author’s family affairs and enter the author’s heart which is not easy to open. I knew that she once had a grandfather who joined the Army at the age of 18, carried guns, fought battles and participated in the Huai Hai Campaign. When my grandfather changed jobs and worked in the local area, he could still fulfill his duties and take the lead in setting an example, which was worthy of learning from his younger generation. Moreover, according to the author’s memory, her grandfather liked playing cards and chess, and he often defeated his opponents. However, when such a respectable and lovely grandfather passed away, the author failed to see him off for some reason, which was a pity for the author Russia. I also know that the author also has a smart, pure and kind sister. Among them, in order to cure hair loss for the author, my younger sister preferred to transplant her hair to her elder sister. Besides, although my sister’s family is not very rich, However, after the Wenchuan earthquake, he donated the 500 to 600 yuan he saved from frugality at ordinary times. When a camera shot her, he turned around and rode away. Although my sister was outstanding in mathematics, physics and chemistry at school, she failed to go to college because of her partial subject in college entrance examination due to the difference of 2 points, which is what many people regret for my sister. Of course, the book itself introduces the author’s kind and hardworking mother, and there is also a father who makes the author reluctant to mention it, but makes the author always worry about it and always worry about it. I don’t want to talk too much about their parents here, because the writer will feel distressed when he thinks of his older mother; He will feel heartbroken when he thinks of the voice, face and smile left by his father in his childhood. There are always so many things that cannot make people happy in their life. This is painful, but it is so helpless. In the chapter of family affection, the author also introduced two teachers who influenced her, or warmed her life. One was a deceased Chinese teacher Yang who helped the author a lot in writing; And another English teacher Lu who cared for her kindness like a mother. It is because these two teachers deeply influenced and inspired the author to move forward on the road of life with their selfless dedication and extensive knowledge. And that kind of gratitude rooted in the author’s young heart will continue all the time. The above words are just my feelings about this book, and there is no other comment. If I insisted that it was a recommended text, I would not argue with it, but my wording was too different from that of the author of this book. In my opinion, all good things should be shared, because sharing is also a kind of mercy. Finally, I use a paragraph written by the author on the title page as the conclusion: Thank you for accompanying me through the world of mortals! I hope you like my solo dance of “half curtain and misty rain. 2013.12.12.7:57 written on the way to work like (prose editor: Di Mo Chengshang) the 30th year of my WeChat era

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