Wang Xiaolin, stand up and recite the text learned yesterday! As the teaching stick bounced back and forth on the lecture table, it hit the flying dust! Wang Xiaolin rubbed his hazy sleepy eyes and recited it with an awkward accent: Autumn is coming, the leaves are yellow, and leaves fall down from the tree, scratching the back of the head: dad went to cut down the big tree with a material knife, pulled out a big bulge (top), and stopped it! Stop!!! The whole class had already laughed, and teacher Ma’s lungs were almost blown up. The following situation was naturally not good. Wang Xiaolin (the second cross is omitted here) Dang ~ Dang Dang ~ just like the MV in the music album Babyonemoretime of little queen, everyone rushed out of the classroom excitedly, the teacher seemed to stick it on the door in the crowd! The pot exploded immediately on the playground, with the sound of crackling and the strange spinning and buzzing of spinning top one by one! The big two hands can’t hold it; The small one is only the size of a small finger; The ordinary beggar who is as ordinary as a knot full of body (slender cymbals); beautiful and shining girl (Che ge zi)! This is a special T-shaped platform full of flash lamps: all dressed, naked, Western bold, Eastern classical and belligerent people compete on the stage at the same time. Bold and unrestrained people use boots and drill a fixed point, standing proudly, tall and plump figure, vigorous and bright singing voice attract admirers to listen; Lecherous people are light and thin — look, the rotating annular saliva is the evidence! Classicism is like xiaojiabiyu. Stamping a small step, The slender legs are like Geisha waving white long sleeves in ancient times. Or silently implicit, or look back and smile! Teach people to appreciate it! The belligerents were vigorous and fiercely killed. The winner relied on his huge body and his mighty spinning Force popped his opponent several Zhangs. The loser was not discouraged at all. He regained his strength and was ready to go until the little directors sweated profusely, his hands were broken and his whip was thin and weak! Later, when school was over, our looming figure would float in the hillside behind the stockaded village again, which was the busy figure that everyone was looking for trees to plucked the knobs and scrape the skin of gou. Frolic sound; Scolding sound; Noisy scene, innocent scene. Will appear on the school playground; Will appear in the open Flat Dam; Will appear in the sweet sleep! Because it is said in the proverb of rural children: August 8, grilled sweet potato, September 9, mixed with sweet wine, leaves falling down, beaten with cymbals! 2. Knock the chicken stick, knock the chicken or not! Knocks!; A familiar voice of one chi, two chi, three Chi, one Zhang, one Zhang is like a Phoenix leaf swaying in the autumn wind, full of naughty childhood, accompanying every rural boy to grow up! In my spare time, I came to this playground which had never been lonely with my second in my arms. Be a loyal audience, sit down on the Jade slate with countless buttocks, appreciate the dancing posture of the Elves one by one in front of me, and recall the game of the Elves like this 20 years ago-beating chicken sticks! In the sunset, the gust of autumn wind not only brought coolness, but also brought our group of naughty kids to this amusement park. Wu’s second child showed his veins outside, and carried the two square stones yesterday to build a starting point. Next to him was a small stone standing up flush with the starting point. After a simple grouping, a wonderful game began: Our team attacked first, and the fat baby team defended! The thin monkey had already pulled out the smooth chicken rod from the shabby sleeves, and put the chicken on the starting point skillfully with his oily and black hands. I bowed my waist and clenched my mother with both hands, which seemed to revenge for yesterday’s continuous defeat. In the command of the chicken, the chicken Rod flew out like a rocket and crossed a beautiful arc in the air. Mold! Before the old mother was put away, Wu’s second child caught the flying rod. Then came the cheers from the other side: Pick up your wife! Ma San grabbed the stick and fired the second shot after a disorderly scolding. He earned three Zhang and eight Zhang for my group without returning to his mind. Whether his chicken beat or not, almost no resist! The two thick and thin sticks matched the bead curtain in his hand. In the end, I finished the required number of meters with a slight blow! It was the opponent’s turn to attack. Because of the great pressure, he tried to pick up his wife and chop his brain (that is, the old mother who was put on the starting Stone was beaten and rolled off by a chicken stick thrown by the defender)! The opponent’s momentum is absent-minded, and he is defeated! It’s the punishment: the loser must fall and swing his feet (jumping with one foot) to defend the attack of the winner outside! If you are tired and put them into your feet, you have to beat your feet with your mother like a horse’s paw! Pain of cool! Look, your feet should be lame today when Wu is the second child! Looking at your hoarse howling, you fell down and cried, alas! This delicate voice pulled my soul back. 3. Gold kneeling and silver kneeling for a certain day, my partner who grew up together in an hour goes home, which is very nostalgic. We invited some of our friends to get together. Of course, wine is indispensable. The only sentence in the hearty and delightful can describe the atmosphere at that time. With a little drunkenness, my partner recalled the game that everyone often played when he was a child: Gold kneeling and silver kneeling. So I came to the familiar dam crazily. Under the witness of countless stars and several wives, I relived the innocence of my childhood. Although it feels like a drunken madman, it is the feeling that makes people regain the little bit of childhood: Gold kneeling silver kneeling, that is, it is related to kneeling! Three or five is OK, ten is OK. Find a wider stone and stand it up hastily as the starting point. The participant throws it from the starting point with a slightly smaller stone in turn, and the last one can throw it according to the situation, you can also step on the door (put your own stones beside the standing stones). Next, the person who threw the farthest one was the first to stand at the standing stone at the point where he threw the stone, and read in his mouth: Gold kneeling silver kneeling, **Kneel down for me (you can call one person, multiple people or all). After reading the spell, throw the stone in hand to the standing stone. If the standing stone falls down, the person mentioned will kneel on one side, otherwise he will not kneel. Turn. At the same time, the kneeling person also lost the right to throw stones, and he had to wait for someone to pronounce the spell again: Gold kneeling silver kneeling, **Get Up** go kneeling! Throw inverted stones. Be up! It is this game that can be played for a whole day sometimes in an era without any rich entertainment. There are also many audiences during farming. When it is wonderful, the old man, the old woman, the middle-aged echoed in the laughter: It’s so fucking good, making mistakes at home and kneeling is not so smart! I still remember that time, a trick partner took the two to kneel down and went home to finish the dinner to break the spell! Is Iffy! Friends of the same age, have you ever played?

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I am a wandering dandelion, looking for my own habitat by the wind. I am a little tadpole wandering around, looking for my own home through the water flow. I am a lost wild goose, and pursued my team with wind power and perseverance. I am a panic lost child, trying to find the exit to go home. In fact, I am nothing, just an ordinary person living in this noisy and complicated modern society, just looking for the pure land in my heart like them. Living in the present: crowded streets, crowded roads, bustling, bustling and noisy. Each of them walked along their own tracks, like the minute hand of a clock. But I slowed down, trying to find a piece of pure land in this vast sea of people, a paradise, even an inch of radius, is enough to stretch my body and mind. On a quiet morning, there were quiet paths in the forest, sweet birds, green bamboo forests, muddy and uneven stone paths, drizzling rain, wet apricot flowers and rain with clothes, and no cold willow wind. Take a small umbrella and stroll along the forest path. The smell of branches, soil and bird shit mixed together is the enjoyment of nose; Leaves become greener and wet under the beating of rain, which brings good visual enjoyment; the sound of small bridges and flowing water, the blowing of branches and the crisp birds’ singing is a baptism to the tired ears of the noisy society. It seems to find a piece of pure land. Yes, compared with the noisy society, it is a place that can purify people’s hearts. When you feel the unfairness of fate, you might as well think about the flowing water of Ding Dong here, then your resentment will disappear, your heart will be calm like water, and you will continue to struggle for life. When it comes to pure land, I might as well think of him. He was born in a declining official family and lost his father when he was young. He was fostered by his mother and sister in his grandfather’s home as a contemporary celebrity. He was deeply influenced by grandfather’s moral integrity, character, personality, cultivation and so on. I went to Jiangzhou to hold the post of wine worship with the wish of benefiting the people. I didn’t expect that the government was corrupt. Because I was born in a civilian family and was despised by others, I felt that I couldn’t afford the official position and I was relieved from the government in a few days. After several officialdom duties, he finally became the first pastoral poet in ancient China, and became the designer of the paradise that people are looking for till now. He has the ability to pick chrysanthemum under the eastern fence, you can easily see Nanshan’s optimistic, casual, comfortable, tranquil and uncontented life attitude. Yes, he is Tao Yuanming. Facing the corrupt and dark officialdom, it can still come out of the silt like a lotus flower and protect the pure land of inner heart. Yes, everyone has desires and is constantly changing and struggling for better. But facing the complicated world, wonderful or helpless, one must always stick to this belief: one must have a little spiritual pursuit, a little lofty, passion and adventure, justice and conscience, if you want to hold a quiet and relieved attitude, then you will become a person who comes out of the silt like Tao Yuanming and will not be dyed. The most terrible thing in the world is war. One side oppresses and the other side resists. In fact, it is also a piece of pure land. One side fights for the pure land, while the other side is forced to fight for the pure land. In fact, not only human beings, but also animals are looking for their own pure land. The unruly birds love the old forest, the fish in the pond are old, and the fallen flowers are intentional. They not only return to the origin, but also have the heart of gratitude, but also the pure land they seek after their busy life. They will live in this pure land for their. The same is true. When people grow old, they like to live in a quiet and comfortable place for old age. After death, they also let their children bury themselves in the pure land where there is no dispute with the world. No one cares about the peach blossom source that Tao Yuanming said, but who overthrew the existence of the peach blossom source? Maybe it has existed until now. There is no lack of beauty in the world, but only lack of those who discover beauty, their eyes and their hearts. When we feel tired for living, complain about the unfairness of fate, and worry about the unhappiness of life, we might as well slow down and look for a pure land that can relax ourselves physically and mentally, it may be a corner of a remote lane in the city, a farm path leading to the countryside, a forest path leading to deep forests, or it may exist in your heart, remember! We should guard the pure land in our hearts.

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