There will always be unsatisfactory things in life. We can’t always blame others, nor can we blame ourselves. Occasionally, you can complain to this backbone and helpless society, because people will inevitably have all kinds of troubles. However, don’t forget that we are human beings, flesh-and-blood people, not machines. If machines fail, they will stop working. But if people can’t, we can’t fall down because of this, the strike of machines has caused troubles to people, but we must deal with the troubles and repair the machines, because we don’t know how many people are relying on the machines, a machine that can operate normally and make profits. In such a society full of pressure, annoyance and materialistic desires, people would naturally turn to machines, just considering it as a disaster caused by life. Because of it, how many things have we forgotten and how many things have changed. Maybe the original high-spirited spirit and the original persistence of something that I was interested in all gradually vanished with the annoyance brought by an irrelevant trivial matter! Spring is coming, and this is a season full of hope. Look at the withered grass and dry trunk, and the gurgling water also makes a clear sound, looking at the empty sky, there are also flocks of birds hovering around. We should also let go of our trivial hearts and set off to look for the long-lost spirits, we should also find a foothold for our deep heart, rest and relax. Please forget the unnecessary troubles and rethink the necessary troubles. Life is long and short. We don’t need to be so persistent about everything. Persistence is a good thing, but not everything will make us satisfied. Even if persistence pays off, it may not make you happy or proud. Life gives us the right to choose. More often, we don’t need to do everything ourselves. In addition to food and clothing, think about what you should be persistent ………. the persistent persistence should be, because there is no reason to give up, and there is no need for such a reason. Friends, there are not many choices like this, please cherish your love……………….

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The flowing Daling River is a tree, and my small mountain village is one of its flowers. Adults and children in the mountain are bees buzzing constantly, rushing to collect the sweetness of hometown. The asphalt road which stretches far away is a river, and the earth road in my mountain village is just a tree here. The adults and children in the mountain are just birds and birds that are chirping constantly, dancing and looking for the happiness of hometown. The rural dirt road is just like a rope rope used by my father to tie the small village and the world outside the mountain. A few scattered families, just like a carriage pulling manure stopped suddenly and squeezed a few pieces of horse manure; By the way, they poured a bubble of urine, and then there was this thin and narrow river. Along the path of small hair like Loach, it bends into a family under the ditch. When the dog barked, the Yard became bustling. Don’t laugh. There are as many dogs as children in the mountains. When the male pheasants with cyan red and green luster growled, a pair of pheasants clapped their steel wings and flew to the sky, fanning the snow like droplets and lighting up the rainbow-like splendor. Under the ground, a group of busy sparrows, like a pile of donkey dung balls that were kicked apart, were scattered, flying diagonally to the old elms beside the courtyard wall, only the gentle poop-poop-poop tremors were left. Ownership came out. Wear a rare dog leather hat, tie a rope with the thickness of the thumb around the waist, and don’t wear a short saw with more than two ties. When the wooden fence was opened, the black and gray Big Dog bullets shot out of the yard like bullets. Two dogs smaller than half of the size were in front of each other, one was gray and black, and the other was gray and yellow. Climb to the top of the beam and walk to the mountain along the loach-like fur path. In a few hours, the owner had already sawed a bundle of dry firewood with the thickness of the dog’s neck. A frozen rabbit was standing on the edge of the bundle of firewood, and the steel wire jacket was still tightly wrapped around the neck. The big gray dog also jumped up from the bottom of the ditch, holding a big fat rabbit with blood dripping on the gray fur tip of the neck. As soon as the master waved his hand, the big dog stood up, with its front paws on the master’s shoulder. Its tail was high and cocked up, and its tip was like a reed flower blown by the wind. Two dogs, half-large, barked to the other side of the ditch under the mountain legs. Ho! A group of pheasants were shouting, wandering, and occasionally pecking at the grass roots. The pheasants here are so shrewd that they don’t eat all the food, especially those with colors and smells. Even if it was peeled out from the furrows in spring, it would not eat bright colors; It would be accurate to eat, and only eat good seeds; It would also stock up grain. It is difficult to kill or trap pheasant here. The owner carried the bundle of firewood and two rabbits walking on the path like Loach, while the big dog walked ahead happily with the tail like Reed flower. A half-large dog ran in front for a while and stopped, looking up at the master; After a while, he followed behind and rubbed his trouser legs. After entering the yard, the owner’s bundle had not been removed; Half a big dog had already entered the room along the crack of the door opened by the hostess. The hostess took two rabbits from the man’s hand, opened the door with smile and held the man’s shoulder to send them to the warm world. The night in the low-lying Mountain came early, and you could still see the sunset when walking on the beam. When you entered the yard, you would hang up the curtain of the night. When the dining table was brought up, adults and children were eating the rabbit meat enthusiastically. The host picked up the glass and poured a mouthful of wine with his neck raised, chewing and pattering —– the kitten licked the thin bones with meat against the legs of the table, two half-large dogs squatted on the edge of the shoe nest, competing for bones, or staring at the bright eyes and looking forward to —— It was late at night, and the yard was extraordinarily quiet, everything was so warm. The small village is like a quiet Bird’s Nest, which is full of beautiful dreams.

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