I always like writing and drawing, but I never write something for you, either because I don’t want to write or don’t care about it. I’m afraid that my clumsy writing won’t make you 1‰ good to me. Writing seems like a lot of things, but it seems that there is no clue. What should I write? I don’t want to show off your kindness, for fear that you will be proud of it. I am a little selfish! In the mood of flower, I don’t know the season of love, in the ignorant years, you come like a big brother, careful, considerate and considerate. You captured a young girl’s heart with sincere care. Since then, my life has changed dramatically. The obedient and sensible girl has become the most rebellious child in my parents’ eyes. Love is thousands of miles away, we have to walk over and accompany you to sing the eternal song of love naively and naively. There is no bustling auditorium, no glass of blessing, ignoring the luxury cars on the way, holding you on the bicycle, and laughing all the way. When you are not old enough, you can’t buy a ship ticket or catch up with the flight of the civil affairs bureau. You wriggle your brain, toss around the civil affairs bureau, and secretly pull me onto the passenger ship. Although you feel wronged, but it has been buried by sweet happiness. Love is always simple, get along too hard, make bricks without straw, big man have to bow for wudoumi. Only when you are short of money can you know that life is easy, life is easy, and it is not easy to live a good life. We rented a house, owed money, slept on the floor, and ate instant noodles. You have to live when you are born. In order to let me live a good life, you work hard, earn money desperately, use love as motivation, take the house as the goal, wholeheartedly for me, for the family, no matter how hard you are, no matter how tired you are, you have never heard of a complaint. The ordinary life led me to be lucky. Everything was just like the TV series showing dreams, which were so real. My son was obedient, my daughter came, and the house was implemented. Although it was not as rich and expensive as well as full of money, we have all learned to be content. Move into the new House, hold up the wine glass of happiness, and the sparks of warmth come out. Home is as warm as summer. Children and me are always concerned about you. Feelings are condensed into sand in the long river of time. In the years when passion no longer exists, you carefully care for me, love our home and keep the original promise, weaving happy fairy tales for us. Although you lack romantic feelings and talents full of poems and books, your sincerity and constant love are the most beautiful and beautiful roses in my heart. Coquetry is a woman’s practice, and tolerance is a man’s responsibility. You regard this as your motto. Up to now, you tolerate my willfulness and satisfy my vanity with a broad mind. Although I don’t say anything, my heart is moved all the time and your efforts are moved, moved by your broad mind, when others say that they envy you for having a good wife, I am happy to have a good husband. These, it is a secret that you will never know. I carefully collect it. The yearly cycle of time goes around, from acquaintance, acquaintance, love to defense. Time changes every journey like a magician, and we perform every role in an orderly way. Along the way, we have suffered, tired, and never shed tears; We have lost, hesitated, and never gave up; You said, I can fight with you, I can argue with you, it is impossible to say that we can never say that we break up. In these years, although I went out through the morning mist and went home with the moonlight behind my back, neither of them had ever complained about the hardships of life. Do you ask me if I am suffering from following you? I’m not bitter. What else can a woman ask for if she can have someone who really loves herself in her life? Walking with you, I will not be lonely on the journey, I will stay with you, and I will not regret in my heart. Ordinary life doesn’t need flowery words to pile up. I always believe that plain is the truth. I like the song sung by Zhao Yonghua very much. The most romantic thing I can think of is that I can grow old with you until we are too old to go anywhere. You still regard me as a treasure in your hands. No matter what tomorrow is, no matter how rich or poor it is, I just want to stay with you for the whole life. A few years later, the sunset, the old man strolling on the path in the forest, he was also able to talk happily about the stories in his life. Hold your hands and grow old with you!

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Today is the last day of October. I didn’t spend it at home. Welcome friends to invite, then came to Kunming, which is famous for its Spring City. Kunming is a warm city with national characteristics. Just of the railway carriage. What I saw at first sight was not cement buildings, but rows of orderly buildings with rare folk customs. It can be seen that in fact, these buildings are not wooden architectures, but only colored and shaped on the basis of modern architectures. Yunnan is one of the provinces where ethnic minorities are relatively concentrated in our country. Guangxi, Qinghai, Tibet, Xinjiang and other places where ethnic minorities in our country are relatively gathered, I haven’t had time to go around one by one. However, when I arrived in Yunnan, there was a curtain of silence in I AM heart. It is not difficult to see from these buildings that the cultural deposits of the minority are extremely profound. Although the buildings at present are not too high, the billboards on the Avenue are also made of antique wood or bamboo, and are painted with bronze, which makes them look a bit primitive. However, these wooden or bamboo brands have been slightly treated with their craft. The appearance is not only beautiful but also durable. There are road signs and signs everywhere, as well as the exclusive yard which can be seen faintly not far away. There are hanging turret buildings like our Tujia, but it is not necessarily true. Maybe this is their culture. In fact, the Chinese culture integrated by all our nations was originally like this. Although all of them were the grand unification of Chinese culture, the grand unification of Chinese culture which has been basically hanized now is just taking its essence well and gathering its essence. Different cultures seem to be similar, but they are also very different. Of course, the depth and breadth of our Chinese culture I am beyond words. Besides, I have not done too deep research in this aspect. However, when I came to Kunming, I felt quite touched: they still have their own characteristics and inherited them, which is really rare. According to my friends, Kunming has developed rapidly over the years. However, I was personally on the scene, and I felt it. In terms of seasons, other parts of the motherland have already been the late autumn of Xiao cha, and even the Northeast has already entered the winter. But here, everything is still so vibrant and lively. There is no smell of late autumn. The sound of city construction scattered everywhere was permeated with songs in the wind of Kunming. Around the quaint buildings, it is still green and vigorous, making people happy. Occasionally, when the soft wind passes by, a few leaves fall down and are still green. Picking it up and holding it in my hand, I always feel that it is more pleasant than the green of the southern city. Green is much tender compared to southern cities. The wind in Kunming is not as fierce as that in the north of our country, nor as fierce as that in Guangzhou, Zhanjiang, Shenzhen, Fuzhou and Xiamen. The wind here is gentle and soft. When the wind passes by, there is no bleak autumn. The leaves falling with the wind were scattered on the Avenue and into the lake of Kunming. The soft lake water is also so cozy. Scattered floating mixed cutout flowers, bearing the light leaves, wander on the surface of the lake to your heart’s content. It seems that in their eyes, there is no noise in the city and no sense of vicissitudes in the world. In fact, in the huge world, their lives are not noble, and even can be said to be humble. However, in their humble, they are quietly presenting their unique beauty of life. This can’t help reminding me of a short paragraph of words sent by an Internet recently: life is like grass, and a season of fragrance is fleeting. Only after experiencing the humble experience, can you understand that blooming is particularly valuable. Lowliness makes him understand the ups and downs of life, and makes him know the vicissitudes of life. Pursuing nobility in the humble place and calm down in the prosperous place can only go through the golden years and finally let the Flower of Life Bloom proudly! Thinking about it carefully, the primitive and unsophisticated national culture of Kunming is still passed down alone and proud in this flourishing age. It still retains its characteristics in the tide and waves of modern development, which is all in line with these short lines of words, it also has the same moral. 2013 nian 10 yue 31 ri in Kunming

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