Because some work was not finished, the off-duty time was postponed until 1: 30 a.m. and I ate something in a hurry. After a simple wash, I dragged my tired body into sleep. But after a short sound sleep, the gate of my dream was knocked open again, and a flock of birds kept chirping on the tree, as if reminding me again and again: Don’t sleep, don’t sleep, the spring outside is so beautiful, come out and feel it quickly. Under the reminder of these lovely friends, my dull touch suddenly noticed the coming of spring. In fact, it can’t be my fault. The spring in my impression is the gentle spring breeze mixed with misty drizzle, which gently sprinkles in a flourishing brocade; Or in the bright and warm sunshine, the trees waking up from the winter bed show their vitality with the emerald color and the early tender leaves. Just like the spring in my hometown, when winter is not completely out of people’s vision, spring carries light steps, from the blooming peach blossom, from the dark green cold water, walking slowly from the sparrow’s song, suddenly, there was a thriving scene in the world. Compared with my hometown Jiangxi, which also belongs to Xiamen in Jiangnan, spring is not so obvious and angular. Due to the region, Xiamen is under the control of subtropical marine monsoon climate, which is obviously characterized by high temperature and rainy summer, while mild and humid winter. It is because of the characteristics of this climate that it is not easy to distinguish winter from spring genius in Xiamen. When people are still complaining about the delay of spring, in fact, it has already been living in winter. With its low-key personality, it quietly embellishes the flowers and trees around you with light green and yellow, life is dotted with monotonous colors. It’s just that people are so hurried that they are not aware of this wisp of changes; Or because people are facing it day and night, just like a pair of people who get along day and night, it is difficult to find the subtle changes of each other, it was only when the changes accumulated to a certain extent that I was surprised to see them. Caught between winter and early summer, the spring in Xiamen is short. After a light rain, the cold air spread among the trees and houses, making people feel that winter has not passed. Sometimes when you go to work at midnight, you need to wear two coats to resist the cold. However, at noon the next day, the strong sunlight directly shines down, and the feeling of dryness and heat has to make you shed your coat, until you leave a single coat or even short sleeves, it seems that you are entering a warm summer. This contrast makes me feel that spring seems to be in the cracks, short as a night passed, and it has gone with the dream without a good taste of its elegant demeanour. But soon, my feeling was broken by another spring rain. Cycle, spring in this repeated John xuan zhong, in this semi-insomnia half-awake, reveal it’s soft, 1.1 drop Qinru spleen, into people’s feeling went. Thinking like this, I unconsciously walked into the park. Under the guidance of birdsong, I came to the colorful spring. The long-term night shift made me feel numb, while the flourishing and crisp birdsong made me full of vitality. Touching the green leaves, smelling the fresh fragrance of flowers and looking at a green scene makes me feel that the imperceptible spring in Xiamen is really here, visible and touchable, smell. The spring breeze blows gently. Whether you are strolling along the scenic lake or sitting on the bench to sleep, it is up to you. You can let go of your mind and enjoy all the warmth and beauty brought by spring as you wish. Let’s cherish this short and wonderful spring of Xiamen.

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Since Yichun novel salon was re-registered on China Micro novel website, I only logged in once in a hurry, and I was still very unfamiliar with this brand new environment. I looked at the dynamics of my old friends roughly, and then I became silent. This sink never came up. I thought I would live a relaxed and leisurely life after the year, but it turned out that it was just my wishful thinking. Although the distribution of social security subsidies is not crowded every day, they cannot leave for a moment. The injured and injured workers come to receive their salaries from time to time. Fortunately, there was someone coming to help me in the unemployment insurance work, but there was an error that although it was not big, it was very troublesome to deal with it because I was not familiar with the situation, all the handling departments in the province have communicated with each other, but they still haven’t been solved. The procedures for the unemployed from other places to apply for unemployment benefits are also very complicated. Seeing that the outpatient expenses of nearly retired workers in the retirement station had not yet been bound; The building on the mountain had already handed in the Keys, but they could not spare time to go back to decorate. My mother accidentally fell and was lying in bed for two weeks, but she did not dare to move. These things often make me feel as heavy as a stone. Last night, I received a message sent by a friend online, asking me to help her revise two articles and find suitable publications to deliver. She told me that the space was set to be visible by myself. Recently, for about half a year, my family couldn’t go online all the time. In order to help her read those two articles, I went to work early the next day and opened her space to read before going to work, when the mouse dragged the vertical scroll bar for a while and pulled it to the bottom, I suddenly felt sorry for my friend: she trusted me so much that she asked me for help for the first time, but I let her down. I really didn’t have so much time and energy to read and revise these two articles which were as long as short stories. Although there will be some free time at night, I can’t compliment the speed of the mobile phone entering the space. The cushioning cursor seems to be intended to test my endurance. I can’t open the webpage after a long time, at that time, I really didn’t have the patience to fight with it, so I had to quit obediently to surrender. Because the five thick books I just bought are still waiting for me to read. I bought these five books when I went to Yichun. In the mountains a few years ago, there were basically no publications to read, let alone some big books. I once borrowed a Dream of Red Mansions from my friend, and he also borrowed it from his friend’s friend, so he just browsed it roughly by taking a cursory look, I was in a hurry to return it to others. It is always a pity to read such a famous book seriously. Now that you have the desire to read, suoxing even bought the romance of the three kingdoms together and read it slowly. There is also Yu Qiuyu’s “journey without borders”. It is fate to meet, so let’s accept it together! I was warmly invited by the local poetry lovers to join the group, and never came up with a decent work. I always felt ashamed of my friends in the group. But I really know nothing about the writing of ancient poetry.? Hold up the poem writing compiled by Jingyu for you for three nights, and learn it from the beginning! I always feel that I can’t finish what I have to do and there are still so many things to learn. Sometimes I also want to ask: Where Has Time Gone?

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I am bored tonight, so I click Baidu to search for many articles of my friends and myself. However, when I click the article “tonight, who will walk into my dream” of the prose bar rain curtain, but I saw my own words. If I were given a soft window of my heart, I would choose to dance with the snow and fill the incomplete gradually with the moonlight in the night; if I were given a wisp of colorful amorous feelings, I would be quiet in the blue sea, sensing with my heart and rewriting life into another scenery; If I were given a peaceful starry sky, I will lift your warm gauze curtain and use the breath of white clouds to make your long thoughts start and end. I am intoxicated in the cool mist every day. When the green silk becomes Frost and I recall the original scenery, I feel that life is so fresh and quiet. If we give our past a real hug, can we completely find the lost amorous feelings? Icosystem, know? As for me, you are always a painting with various charm. Although I just stay away from you, my heartstrings will also wave lightly for you, and my thoughts will also rush forward for you; for me, you are always a poem with full rhythm. As long as you read it carefully, my love will be warm and rich for you, and my dream will also be sealed up for your whole life. Pillow your selfless care, Lying on the soft and tender beach, I sealed myself up in the silent seaside, longing for the’s stumbling steps to be near, holding a season of thinking, quietly Yangling me. King knowable deny? Why can’t you find the deep imprints left on the beach where you once played on the waves? However, you don’t know how many quiet fantasies are buried in the gentle tide and how many secrets of the world are sung. I pursue the hero in the story and want to continue it, why is your calm lake already gone? Who will I meet tonight? The sleeping soul makes the sea lose its vast silence; The lonely scenery makes the misty rain calm. The cool breeze blows the dimly and lonely body and mind, gazing at the ups and downs of the brightly lit tide, decorating the silhouette of thorns, carrying the dream-like poems of the previous life, walking on the bank of Acacia in this world, how can I look through you in the misty scenery? Tonight, who will walk into my dream with the coolness of seawater? The soul is on the sea of waves, ups and downs, eyes closed and reverie, polished by the years to the wind, snow and rain, dyed full and warm feelings in the world of mortals, fettered the rough and smooth road of life in China, how many people are not hurt by the scattered emotions? For example, life is just sitting in the clouds, and you don’t have to care about the choice and loss, and you don’t have to expect the delicate charm. What kind of leisure would it be? All my writings are written to my friends with feelings. Why do you copy them to become yours? I know that my writing style is just so-so. If you don’t believe it, you can click prose online. My first debut was on prose online on December 15, 13, while his was on December 22th, 13, I don’t know why this is? If you copy other people’s articles directly to become yourself, then why do you still write articles? How good it is to copy directly. I don’t understand what kind of behavior is copying others’ words? I won’t shout abuse like some people, will the plagiarist laugh behind his back? Please also ask those who copy others’ words to think about it. What are you thinking while copying others? Please also pay attention to your articles. Is there such behavior? It was sister Yujue solo dance who brought me into the prose online. I will never forget it in my whole life. Although we didn’t talk much, I have always been very grateful to sister. Here, let me say to my sister: Thank you very much for bringing me into the world of words. Let’s say nothing! My heart is very chaotic, I don’t know how to express it, I hope my sister will forgive me! 13 years 12 yue 23 ri 01:05

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