If there is such a flower in the world, she is beautiful, dreamy and rich, then I must say she is cherry blossom. Cherry blossoms can experience three metamorphosis in ten days, picking up the cherry blossoms, from pure white to elegant pink to warm red, all of which are the metamorphosis she completed in ten days of life, ten days was not long, but she never disturbed the pace of transformation because of this. The original White is just like the jade girl Huan Huan who grew up at the beginning of Zhen’s family, the elegant pink is just like the noble person who met Shilang, and the last Red is just like the noble concubine Xi who attended with red makeup. She is a cherry blossom, as colorful as a beauty.

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White Fruit Tree white fruit tree white fruit tree, a good family under the white fruit tree, a male child can write, a female child can embroider, embroider a dragon top in the day, embroider a peony flower at night, sing this song in my heart, there will be some uncontrollable feelings that grow rapidly and spread instantly, winding in every corner of the internal organs. For a long time, it seemed that I had forgotten these folk songs which were once well-known, and it seemed that I was far away from those plain and natural Days. The people and things related to me also seemed that it was difficult to keep a scale and a claw because of the hurry of time, it seems that those childhood scenes which are romantic, naive, carefree and unaware of the hardship of life can not be remembered any more. However, all of a sudden, I remembered the songs and plots of my childhood for no reason, many pictures, many fragments, many people and many things appeared in front of me again and again, still with those when General clear, still those taste, even, after time of cellar wine, taste particularly, 1.1 drops, can move more heartstrings, touch between, more sense. I believe that boys and girls who grew up in rural lands usually have a scroll of rural paintings in the bottom of my heart, and there will be countless feelings engraved inadvertently in the deep heart. As long as I touch the softness in my heart, those images are different, and those tastes are different, which will lead to ups and downs in the heart sea, stir up the sensitivity of mood, and restore the charm of time for the second time. It is really the life scene and life experience that the memory is just open, there will be no sound, rolling in. The family in the mountain village lived beside the mountain, with terraces in front of the door and green mountains behind the house. There were many bamboos around the house. The annual Pine Wind, bamboo rain and mottled forests made the days more tight, but there was no lack of ease and cont. Although the parents worked hard and witnessed the childishness and innocence of their children around their knees, they were also indescribable sweet in their hearts. For a rare moment of leisure, they would hold their young children in their arms or ride on their legs, A gentle face taught children to sing songs they were familiar with, those rural folk songs that had already rooted in their hearts. Although the rural areas are poor and not rich enough, it is rare to see the elegant demeanour of literati and movers, and even many villagers can’t even know or write their own names, but the folk culture flowing in the rural areas, it has a long history and is extensive and profound. It has been passed down from generation to generation. I don’t know how many men and women have been nourished, how many plots and fragments have been derived from oral instruction, and how many wonderful moments of light have been generated in the deep heart of people, how many deep memories are engraved. When we were young, there were no lights or televisions, and it was rare to watch movies twice a year. When the banker’s family was not busy, a large family sat together and chatted behind the water in front of the mountain. My father would add his re-creation to the books told by Mr. storytelling and retell them to us, such as Lord Yue’s loyalty to serve the country, Royal Cat’s chivalrous behavior, Lord Bao’s unselfish face, Chen Shimei’s ingratitude and so on, I heard that my father talked about it with relish and vividly. My mother didn’t tell us these, but taught us to sing children’s songs. There were so many songs that my mother could sing. She was always surprised when she was young. How could my mother sing so many songs, my mother taught me a sentence, and we sang a sentence. When we were handsome, my mother was happy, and we were also very proud. When we were forgetful, we tossed in the yard while shouting loudly. White fruit tree, white fruit tree, a good family under white fruit tree, who can write when giving birth to a male child and embroider when giving birth to a female child, all these songs are taught by my mother. When I was young, I knew them thoroughly. In the east of my house, beside the River ditch walking along the mountain, there was indeed a white fruit tree with the thickness of the bucket mouth. My father said it was planted by my grandfather, not very young. When autumn comes every year, the leaves of the white Fruit trees turn yellow slowly, like small fans hanging on the branches. Autumn is getting deeper and deeper, and the autumn wind is getting tighter. These small fans are withered and golden all over the ground, which are really beautiful, it also makes people feel sorry. When spring came, the white fruit trees were unwilling to fall behind. They exhibited tender new leaves, and the small fans falling down before the year were covered with branches, which were green and soft, especially attractive. My mother taught us this kind of ballad, which is to praise the family under the white fruit tree from the bottom of my heart and the ordinary peasant family that she and my father worked so hard together, although it was not rich and rich, she even worried about the three meals a day, but in her heart, there was hope and satisfaction. It is Mother’s expectation for us, and of course it is also father’s expectation that every family’s parents will have such expectation. It is a very proud thing to be literate in the countryside. My grandfather was highly praised by that generation for his good writing and good writing, he was ignored by the villagers because of his culture. Therefore, both father and mother hoped that we and brothers could be educated, I can make some achievements, no longer like them. I can’t understand the words and black ink. I can only ask for help if I have something to do. Girls can be a good female red, which is also praised by people in the countryside. New wives married to others all need to make shoes for the old and the young. There is no need to say the craft of women’s Yazi, it would be clear at a glance that my mother naturally hoped that my sister could do a good job of sewing and sewing like her, which was not only a virtue that could not be discarded when living at home, it is also one of the indispensable skills for a woman to manage housework and take care of her family. Even if she is a little poor in life, she is also in good order, clean and neat. The old and the young leave an impression on others, it will also be neat and appropriate. Writing and embroidering are some kind of pursuits buried in the heart of that generation. It can even be said that they are ordinary people’s expectations for the future and their children. Remembering such songs and times, we will gradually enlarge some scenes engraved in our hearts when our mother is still in her thirties. We are still children who are ignorant of the world, sitting in front of my mother, I read these songs to my mother. My mother read one sentence, and then we read another sentence, because of the embellishment of these songs, it is more warm for ordinary people’s daily life, more had nostalgia. During the Spring Festival, I went back to my hometown and went to the old house specially to see that the old houses on Lingshang had been moved out. Only those old houses were still sticking to Lingshang and sticking to some plots that could not be obliterated casually. The old house is already dilapidated, which really makes people sigh. The white fruit trees in the east of the House are still there, the osmanthus trees in front of the House are still there, and the dense bamboos are still there. However, looking carefully, it is hard to find the past changes of customs and customs, if I remembered this song at that time, would I burst into tears instantly?

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The Young and frivolous man finally understood after being hit by the cruel reality: it turned out that it was just a mirage full of ambition made by a passionate blood. To put it bluntly, newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. When you grow up, you will understand everything if you know something. So I shudder and couldn’t help sighing, feeling that I was too bold.

These are my real feelings. From writing this topic three years ago, then failing, and now picking up the old book to writing again, although I have not experienced vicissitudes and great changes, my thoughts have undergone earth-shaking changes, which can be said to be thoroughly remoulded, brand new. However, when you read this topic, you may think that the author is an old pedantic who is rich and poor. But I actually tell you that the author is young and beautiful. However, he was a little scholar of Wu Shou’s poor classics. Therefore, the literature rap before me should also be authentic. To seek fish from this wood, naturally the fish is also because of fishing rather than fish.

Nowadays, China and even the world are undergoing complex and profound changes in the shivering forward of the great wheel of the times. But I think those are appearances, and the real essence has never changed. Just like the changes of the four seasons and the rise and fall of all things, it seems that every year passes by. Only people themselves are getting old, and everything around them is like passing clouds. Although they are like gossams, they are also greatly shaken, but they are all developing and circulating in an orderly manner following the laws of nature. If you don’t believe it, you can go to study it yourself. Because I will not talk nonsense in Nanshan. Otherwise, I would not have witnessed my miracle thousands of years ago with different verses like flowers every year and people every year. Having said that, there is one undeniable thing: people’s thoughts continue to pass on and progress as time goes by, and determine people’s future. This is undeniable. But what makes me feel interesting is that this kind of inheritance is true, but those who know it are lax in implementation. Therefore, I was forced to write this “on the literati of modern history” to urge the world to achieve the effect of supervising words and deeds.

Because I think as a literati, talent is indispensable, but without a unique understanding of one aspect, it is very mediocre. What is it? I thought it was nothing else. It is to have great ambition and foresight. Many people read this, very confused. Because they seem to think this is not a big deal. Because I am a graduate student and I am a post-doctoral student, I I am nothing. In short cattle go forth qi ke. I said, kid, you are out. I dare to say, you are Ban Ki-moon. Without outstanding achievements, you are also occupying the pit without shit. What’s the use? Although Gu Xiancheng was just a cloth, he lived in the thatched cottage in those years and commanded the huge Donglin party to do many beneficial things for the common people all over the world. Such a person could definitely be immortal. However, unlike some politicians who are in high positions but can only be mediocre in politics, in my opinion, he can’t settle down and rule the country by force, and he can only speak frankly. What a shame! Therefore, the evaluation of a person does not depend on how prominent he was before his death, but on his political achievements after his birth. Therefore, I said I adored Guo Yongchang. Although he played with fire and set himself on fire, unfortunately he was put into the dungeon by the mediocre, I still support you.

Looking back, today’s people are short-sighted, but the history people are shining for thousands of generations because of their foresight. This bad situation worries me a lot. Therefore, I write down the following words. I hope readers can understand it.

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