The cold rain outside was desolate, and there was a song of winter. The cold rain filled the sealed words and stories in the book with another charm. Standing alone under the cold window of the ancient house, listening to the whispers of several fallen leaves, talking about lovesickness to see who is thinner! I like this rainy day very much. It is quiet, ethereal and charming, except for the occasional inappropriate sound of car brake. Everything is so cozy. Turn off the cellphone and sit alone in the study without any disturbance. There is only soft music in your ears, only fragrant words in front of your eyes, and only complete empty in your mind. Only at this moment can loneliness be moved and the world be so calm. Only the long-lost oiled paper umbrella at the corner can cover the time lower than the eaves. Unconsciously rummaging through some fragments of broken Jane in the draft box, I was shocked to find that the once familiar words, like the messy flowers in the corner of the wall, scrawled in the corner, wanton but real. I read articles one by one, and from time to time I imagine the mood behind these words, which is not only the words but also my own mood. Between the lines, life and death are not necessary, happiness and sorrow are not necessary, and we do not have to talk about the past and present. We only need to use light scenery to reflect light feelings! In the words, we are graceful in our years, in the misty rain, waving our hands without any ink fragrance, singing our own simplicity and amorous feelings. In the words, we listen to the pouring out of the years at the corner of our eyes, follow the scriptures of the world of mortals, recall the past, sing and enjoy all the way. In the words, we invite one or two bosom friends to talk about everything about clothes, emotions, women and men. Let the song Guangling San trickle out like running water, light and shallow, overflowing and overflowing. How can such words be bad? The words were long, so did I. I began to swim in every intoxicating text. Fireworks and dreams in the dust were swaying like flowers on the other side. Quietly, I came to Wanshan’s home. It was a little cold at night, and I kept the bright moon alone. In the thin and cool place, the qingci covered the shallow smile of the Yi people, warming the coolness of my fingertips, thinking secretly, how talented women can write such elegant and classic poems, and then the lingering of wind, flowers, snow and moon can be engraved. I turned around and sneaked to the Shanren Dao’s house. I found that there was a lot of laughter and chaos here. After a careful probe, I realized that Shanren Dao was organizing all my friends to flee, the humorous language style really fascinated a large number of fans. The same name, different identities, different styles. The two Youyou have different moods and words. One likes traveling, so the words are always accompanied by beautiful picture explanations. What’s more important is to see the Enlightenment behind the scenery, which is the true meaning of words. A person with delicate and quiet words, with a touch of feelings, narrated the days and nights like water. Because of words, I was also lucky to know Yuer, a person I could not describe with words. His words were clean without any dust, with love for his family, my heartbreaking to my lover, I thought about it all the way. Because of the words, I met snow and birds, my peers. I especially appreciate the poetry of snow, which is elegant, with local flavor and love. The words are unobtrusive but chewy. While bird, we have already cooperated with each other quite tacitly. My words became three-dimensional and vivid immediately under her clear and clear reading, which brought unexpected effects. Because of the words, benxuan and I often lose each other. Because of the words, Wanshan Feixue and I often talk nonsense. Because of the words, I once again followed langshou feizhou to recollect and read “on the Qin Dynasty” and felt his literary talent and unique insights. Because of the words, I got to know the poems which can be called masters. They dance like Fengwu, idle clouds, clean dust, Mount Huangshan hung on the moon, don’t forget me, ancient moon, and Kui make crops. Although I admire their talents very much, I have no choice, how can I learn it? Only shame. Although the rain was still miserable, my heart was warm at this time because of the lingering of words, the connotation of words and the emotion of words. Wandering alone in the words, moving gradually filled. Looking back, in the depth of clouds and water, the words have been moving for thousands of years. Therefore, I also laid a piece of plain paper gently and wrote down a thousand years of love with words. (Ii) interpretation of the text because of the rain, we have the mood to read and read the text. Whether it is online text or Chinese text, the text gives us a lot of gains. It is always said that words are just the repetition, combination and arrangement of all kinds of Chinese characters, which are tangible and accessible. But think carefully, can you really touch them? We can only take ideas, conjecture, ponder, and read. Therefore, we begin to chew words and analyze the implication behind them. Some trees think of life, while others think of Shangshan, youshan thought of majestic, Youcheng thought of loneliness there were overtones behind every paragraph of words, but some words were full of philosophy, while some words endowed with sound and ancient charm, some words smooth the vicissitudes of the past with chivalrous tenderness, while some words look for the prosperity of the long past in the old legend. I have to admire the extraordinary intelligence of human beings from the time when I remember things with ropes to the time when the words are changing. Because of the words, we have experienced the ideological content and artistry behind the unfathomable ancient prose. Although it is difficult to understand, we have written the due attitude towards life. Because of the words, I appreciated Zhuge Liang’s quality behind the “master” that he devoted all his efforts to the country and the people, and died after death. Because of the words, I understood Li Qingzhao’s sad and classic sentence: miserable and miserable. Because of the words, I realized that the surface of Epang Palace Fu was about Qin’s extravagance and extravagance in building Epang Palace, in fact, the story of Qin satirized the current affairs of Tang Dynasty and exhorted those in charge of Tang Dynasty to learn from the past and not to grieve without learning from the past, in the end, it can only end up with the result of the later generations. Because of the words, I felt the rage and anger of the angry hair, the loyalty and spirit of cleaning up the old mountains and rivers, the passing through the air with stones, the waves patting the shore, the ancient war words interpreted by rolling up thousands of piles of snow present us so rich and profound. It has even become a way for human beings to claim their emotions in this world. Whether it is quiet or fanatical, human beings pour to it, which are permeating their souls. The so-called article is the aspiration! Reading and reading, those undescribable hearts, unpeaceful monologues and unconveyed thoughts are all interpreted in wonderful words. Therefore, when everything is washed away by the rain, it is easier for us to keep a heart. Between the lines, we can taste the reality of the world, the clouds of the past and the loneliness of the soul. Reading these words quietly, what my heart gets is a kind of understanding, intoxication and shock!

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Once, I took my colleague’s eight-year-old child to play. While walking, he taught him some words on the roadside plaque, and also taught him some common sense. For example, how to identify the direction, how to cross the road, what do traffic signs mean, and also tell him when he shouldn’t talk to strangers, when and how to talk to strangers. When I was talking, I just walked to a traffic intersection. I pointed at the man on the traffic post at the intersection and said to the child: that’s the police Uncle. They are good people. If you encounter any difficulties in the future, you can go to them, they will help you. The child glanced at the traffic post and suddenly said to me: No, I will not look for them. They are bad guys and they are hooligans. What? Who did you listen? The child pointed to a banner hanging on the traffic post and said, “Look, what is written on it, what a hooligan! When I saw it, I saw your woman, my concern! How could this happen? I didn’t understand until I looked carefully that the words above were self-adhesive, which should be your safety and my concern. However, however, the word “safety” lacks the head and the tail respectively, but no one makes up for it. When I use a popular online word, I am speechless. Should I blame the negligence of the functional department or the child now being too early?

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Desire, endless desire. Every corner filled with all kinds of desires, tangled, roared, filled with smoke, soldiers and soldiers intersected. However, neither you nor I can see it, or pretend not to see it. Everything is silent, only singing and dancing are left. Desire is like a frog puffing up and expanding constantly until something happens, so it stops. People, many people, often keep expanding like frogs. You don’t understand, neither do I. Desire is like a pool of unfathomable calm spring water, which is suddenly set off by the water monster. Desire is like an endless and quiet sea surging in an instant. You don’t understand, neither do I. I think of Jackie, a talented musician in “She is more lonely than fireworks”. Yes, a genius recognized by the world. She is beautiful, elegant and proud. She has a strong desire since she was a child. Her cello played like a song or a cry. Under the great reputation, she felt endless emptiness. So her desire expanded again, and she also wanted spiritual satisfaction. Obviously, she should be less lucky than her sister who is also a musician than Jackie. Later, she married her lover and an ordinary woman who lived an ordinary life in the countryside. She should be happier than her sister. But she is not, she is very lonely. Perennial rush about Jackie body began to overdraft, begins within distortion. She made an amazing request to her sister to share her husband. Oh, how unreasonable. We don’t care whether it is right or wrong, because after all, it is Jackie who left amazing precious music to the world, and her sister is just Jackie’s sister, an unknown woman. We only say that desire also needs to learn to choose and restrain. In front of desire, we should learn to choose and restrain. If you choose Guan manzhang’s life, you must endure the loneliness in your heart. Art is always lonely. If you choose a simple small happy life, you have to endure all the trivial things in your life without shocking ordinary things. People all have desires, which is understandable. Sometimes desires will come to you in an overwhelming manner. What we need to learn is to choose the desires in our own desires, that is, to choose what you want most and the desires that you can bear all kinds of consequences. Desire is a road, and the end of the road may lead to the abyss. Desire is a city full of scenery, but you may not be blessed. Desire is sometimes like a vine which is entangled with people. People who are entangled are out of breath but do not know it. In fact, it will be much easier if you only need to cut off some branches and tendrils. Give yourself too much expectation, too much expectation, too much desire, too much desire, will live very tired, it is better to put down some bags, and enjoy life!

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Recruitment is a two-way selection activity between the recruiter and the candidate. What is expected is value and development, which reflects eyesight and feeling. When I was in Mianyang a few years ago, I was ordered to go to the talent market for recruitment. After several thoughtful young people communicated with me, they both agreed with each other, this notice went to the company for a formal interview the next morning to confirm the relevant matters, but they would go to the company with me after the recruitment in the morning. When they were going to catch the bus, several people hesitated, he said that according to your situation and working qualifications, we were still catching the bus, so we could know the prospect of the company and said goodbye. After these years, I paid attention to less participation in recruitment, so as not to affect the applicant’s cognition of the enterprise because of my lack of talent. A managerial scientist once said: If you want to know an enterprise, you must first know the people in it. Generally speaking, the recruiter is the first person in the company that the applicant contacts. In his mind, he will always have the first impression of the actual situation of the company. A person with thoughts and experience, from the reference of recruiters and interviewees, we can judge the company’s management level, employment orientation and the prospect that we will have if we join the company. The job of selecting candidates is both technology and art. Of course, the standard should be the position matching degree of the enterprise at the present stage, but it is simple, practical and difficult to say. How to evaluate a person’s best performance and normal performance, and how to answer what the interview asks. This kind of strategy is widely circulated, and some people are quite familiar with it. In fact, according to my experience, the job requirements must be standard and clear, rather than the ideal description of the evaluation feeling; Those who open their mouths to strategy and culture, dare to agree with everything, it is often not more useful than people who think practically and dare to say things that cannot be done face to face. In addition, a person’s punctuality and courtesy, facial expression, dressing and dressing, posture and sitting, tone and speed, wording and writing, etc. can all convey some basic information about his character, accomplishment and other aspects. Different enterprises and positions have their own different employment rules. Generally speaking, people with core competence and clear self-positioning, or extroverted, people who are talented enough to cater to the interview host are often easy to be favored, but in real life, except those who have to deal with the public in marketing, they are maverick, but he is always an excellent person who can undertake important tasks. What kind of people should an organization use on Earth is a proposition without standard answers. In social reality, there are many examples of Turning Stone into gold and turning gold into stone. I also remembered an old story that Eisenhower was a colonel who served under the five-star General MacArthur in those years. This man was stubborn by nature and liked to think independently. Sometimes he even contradicted his superiors and even made people unable to get off the stage, it is called a colonel who is not easy to use. Mrs. MacArthur then blew the pillow wind to her husband and said: that old AI often couldn’t get along with you. Just remove him! General Mai said a widely circulated sentence later: it is useless to use talents, but useless to use slaves. Later, this useless Colonel created several firsts in American history and became the 34th president. Mrs. Mai wants to feel cool, but Mr. Mai can do things with his eyes. Different standards under different needs will have different choices, but when mastering the fate of Mr. Ai, different operations may also produce different results. If employers don’t know exactly what kind of people they need and what kind of posts they need now, it is difficult to have a success rate in recruitment and a survival rate after applying for a job. It is good to select candidates and posts. It is difficult to recruit people and find jobs. It is not difficult but useless to talk about playing casually. It is just entertainment. I hope talents can prosper everywhere and everyone can succeed in his career. (2014 nian 2 yue 20 ri)

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Rural summer night, yue lang xing xi. The dark blue sky curtain, distant and mysterious, seems to be raised up by the mountains far and near; The moon is round, and the warmth is transparent, just like the gentle eyes, overlooking the quiet village. A few stars are bright and clear, just like the talking eyes of the sister next door. A blink of a blink will be a lot of unspeakable words. A few drops of clouds, east and west in a while, covering the bright moon in a while, faintly, it seemed that there was a woman who was a new woman with unspeakable warmth and shyness on her face. The frogs in the four fields were singing like waves, surrounding the villages in the mountains, walking in every courtyard, every Sunyard and every corner, there would be long and short frogs rising and falling; The insects singing at night were unconvinced, they also made a lot of sounds, long and short, light and anxious, as if they were going to cover these frogs. Occasionally, there were three or two dogs barking, neither light nor heavy, ringing in the yard. Through the lights of the window lattice, the courtyard of the farm was rendered dim and hazy, and mingled with the clear moonlight like water, different light and shadow, well-proportioned, no less than casually smeared ink painting, outline the impression of the farmhouse in the night. A little glittering light floating between the heaven and the Earth, from Tian fan, as agreed, slowly moved closer to the farmyard, hundreds of points, thousands of points and even countless fluorescence, outline the mystery and tranquility of rural summer nights. The night wind was cool and cool, and I came from the small steps on the other side of the mountain. After whispering with the seedlings in Mantian, I ran to the farmyard and gave the cool night to the farmhouses in the mountain village. The diligent banker’s family had already had an overnight meal. The quick hostess was washing the pot and bowl first in the kitchen room. The sturdy male owner wiped the sweat on his forehead and carried the bamboo bed to the sunstand again, the weather is hot, the night wind is long, just to enjoy the cool. Children who had enough troubles also smelled of sweat all over their bodies. They took a bath and put it on the bamboo bed to cool them while enjoying the cool weather. My children were all my mother and father’s heart. Although life was a little tight, my whole body was filled with unspeakable tiredness. Two or three, even ten or eight, were all hurt. Just after washing the child and putting it on the bamboo bed, the hostess came out of the House, wiped her hands on the apron and sat on the bamboo bed, enjoying the cool breeze at night. The child couldn’t help crawling straight to the hostess. The hostess was very affectionate and took off her apron, holding the child, babbling and talking. This time, a large group of Firefly fly sunning ground over, about circling, suddenly front suddenly after high and low, 1.1 point fluorescence, in the moonlight, contamination some room infiltrate out of light, particularly dynamic, particularly elegant. The curiosity of the child was suddenly aroused, and the bare-footed girl was going to catch fireflies. The hostess was distressed and refused, so the child burst into tears and was reluctant to give up. There was really no way out. The host went to catch fireflies in the Sunyard, it was not easy to catch a few and put them in the palm of the child’s hand. The child smiled with tears broken through tears. He held them in the palm of his hand as a rare thing. No one refused to give them. My mother couldn’t even think of one more look. The night was getting deeper and the coolness was getting stronger. The hostess hugged the child and taught the child to sing children’s songs, fireflies and fly every night. Grandma asked me to catch the turtle; The turtle had no long hair and asked me to pick carambola; The carambola, ask me to eat BA; Ask me to watch the play if there is no SAIC; Ask me to come back to wear sneakers if there is no stage in the play; If I can’t wear the sneakers, ask me to complain to the hostess, the child continued to read a sentence. One voice was sweet and the other was immature, mixed with the sound of frogs one after another in the night and the continuous sound of insects, which formed the elegant melody of Zhuanghu people in the night. In the night, how many villages like this, how many farmhouses like this, how many parents like this, how many children like this, and how many moon in the sky will remember, the sparkling stars will certainly remember that although such time will slowly go away in the flowing time, the memory left in my heart will not disappear, but it will always be covered with the smoke and sand of some time. One day, I suddenly remembered that this courtyard was my former home. The hero and heroine were my parents, the child was me, or my brothers and sisters. Growing up in the countryside, the whole body is soaked in the flavor of the countryside, and every inch of skin color is printed with traces of the countryside. That summer, that moonlight, that starlight, those insects and frogs singing, those dogs and barks and chickens singing are all clear to heart, and those familiar plots are all in the bottom of my heart, the root is just so-so, even if it is intertwined, no matter how hard it is, it can’t be worn off. It’s just that sometimes, I am busy dealing with big and detailed things and have no time to take care of them. But once I open my heart, there will be many unexpected feelings, which appear in various forms and are engraved in my heart, it will gradually become clear, just like the scene of this scene, it will be displayed in front of us. Because I have lived in the countryside for a long time, it can be said that I am familiar with such a scene. Sometimes, just like my parents did in those years, in the same yard and on the same Sunyard, I took my child to enjoy the cool weather, looked at the starry sky, listened to frogs singing like tides, counted fireflies like beans, and came with the wind at night. The whole body was refreshed, and the moonlight was full of the courtyard, regardless of the high and the low. My wife could also sit on the bamboo bed and play with her daughter who was just talking. While playing, she taught the children to read these children’s songs. The years that used to belong to father and mother fell on our shoulders again, the innocence that once belonged to us was passed on to the next generation. I will read this children’s song again. Fireflies fly every night. Grandma asked me to catch turtles. Turtles have no long hair, so they asked me to pick carambola; Carambola has no flowering, so they asked me to eat BA; BA has no SAIC, call me to watch the play; There is no stage for the play, and ask me to come back to wear shoes. Every time I read a sentence, the lost time will be clear in front of my eyes, together with those human feelings that have passed away, they all become clear and stand in front of them, which makes people dare not face up to them, and they cannot bear to turn a blind eye. In fact, up to now, it is not clear how the seniors connected so many things that were beyond their reach, but it can’t be denied that this belongs to folk creation, moreover, in oral instruction, accompanying a generation of people to grow up, its function, or its charm, is not that simple lines of words can be written thoroughly, nor because of some unapproachable voices, it will lose its own meaning of existence.

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There are always so many inexplicable joys and sorrows in our generation. Sometimes I cried bitterly because of the death of an insignificant insect, while others talked seriously about the fragility of life when laughing; Sometimes I was complacent because I got the essential sugar together, as if I had never been so happy, even though he was already over twenty years old, his friends made a mess of his indifferent things, and then he kept talking about how much bitterness he had on the side without knowing for a long time. Our generation is whipped and fettered by many helplessness. Even if we can continue the rebellion period which is not short, we may not be able to break away from this invisible but powerful shackle. From the Eighth Five-Year Plan to the Ninth Five-Year Plan, we don’t quite understand the meaning of Utopia, do we? On the one hand, we want to be as mature and steady as the previous generation, on the other hand, we are drooping at the unrestrained post-1990 s. However, we seem to have already sentenced them to death thoroughly and left behind some problems that need to be solved, indifferent. In our generation, we always mix ideals with fantasies habitually. We spend the youth beyond the reach of the older generation regardless of everything. The pursuers are ignorant of the so-called ideals and pursue self-righteous self-righteous. Finally, looking at the fantasy that was supposed to be ideal, we left us step by step because of the impact of reality. It seemed that all efforts were wasted, and the result was sadness coming from it, filled with deep feelings, I still don’t forget to say that I would like to turn my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch to talk to comfort my crumbling heart. It can be seen that the helpless person or month. We leaned against the bent trunk and looked at the bright but dazzling Moon, thinking that we saw the Sun the next day, and the empty heart was filled with heavy hope, looking for the abyss covered with Moonlight on the way of confusion, smiling and shedding the last drop of tears, then sinking, sinking …… our generation imagine everything perfectly, even if I saw it stained with more or less flaws, I would wipe it off desperately, but after every futile work, I covered it with skin as thin as cicada wings, after that, I threw them to my heart and let them spread wantonly. We are painful, but no matter how painful it is, it still shows a strong smile. For our generation, Utopia and us will die! In this era, which belongs to us, it is like a ghost. Behind the hypocrisy, Utopia is annihilated and no longer happy. Tears, please flow as much as you like, but in your heart……….

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The memory that goes with the wind makes people forget their expectations. The figure decided to walk alone was hidden in the moonlight and dusk. When the wind blows rain, I think in confusion. Smiling against the fallen flowers, I forgot the pain. Feeling the warmth and coldness of life is the relentless change of time. How many attachment in life are there in the dusk. The feeling of life is like a flash in the pan. Why put troubles into your mind again. Cherish the existing happiness, why pursue the misty clouds again. After countless times of polishing, I realized that behind the frustration is strength. Only by staying away from impulse and temptation can we reach the mature post station against the wind and rain. The happiness of life depends on the direction of life, and the happiness of life depends on the peaceful heart. Don’t expect the brilliance of fireworks. Instant beauty cannot replace eternity in dreams. Only by giving up imaginary ideas can we know the real existence. Those gorgeous appearances will wither eventually, while those silent companionship are our final destination. Through the dusk, the memory has gradually gone away, and I breathe deeply under the clouds. Facing the sunset, I hide the years quietly. I just want to have the plain and the simplest happiness.

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The toon tree in front of the door seemed to be higher than the sky. Only when one trunk jumped to three Zhangs long did it separate several branches, which casually divided into four directions. The top tip and several branches and leaves formed a big crown, when there are leaves, there will always be a large shade, especially in summer, which is shady and annoying. It is rare to have a rest at noon. My father and mother will bring a small wooden stool, sitting in the shade, enjoying the cool. I don’t know from which day, the magpie also followed to join in the fun. There was already a magpie nest among the tall trees. Not completely finished yet. Two magpies were busy coming and going, holding branches and building their houses. It seemed that they were not tired at all, even if they were a little tired, it is worth building a home for yourself. After that, every morning, two magpies were heard in high spirits. There is a saying in the countryside that magpies are called. When the nobles arrive, they say that magpies are called Xi, but their cries are indispensable every day. There are not many happy events, and they can’t even think of them. In ordinary farmhouses, parents have to work hard for three meals a day. They don’t know how much sweat they need to shed, and why do so many happy events come from. But as long as you stand under the tree, you can see the Magpie resting beside the Bird’s Nest. When summer is approaching, you can almost see only one magpie eating in the field. Every few days, I also saw two magpies coming in and out in pairs, with something in their mouths. After listening carefully, there were more young birds crying on the tree. It turned out that the old birds were Hatching birds, no wonder only a magpie is busy in the surrounding fields. Sometimes, the women in the countryside sat in the shade of the tree with their young children. They had never stopped talking to the children. The Magpies on the tree shouted and attracted the children. Then the women talked to the little ones. Good, see? There are Magpies on the tree. There are magpies, magpies, magpies, and magpies. My good is magpies. The child did not speak, staring at the Magpie on the tree. The old birds and birds on the tree seemed to understand the words of the rural women in the shade. They all looked at the old and the young, shouting with a long and short sound. When I was excited, the child was very lovely. It seemed that the woman was also interested. She kissed the child in her arms and said to the innocent child, “lovely, listen to my mother singing to you to listen to the magpie with a long tail, after marrying a wife, I forgot my mother and said it again. I was not satisfied with it, and patted the child’s face with a loving face. Talking to the child was more like talking to myself. Did you hear it? My mother read it again. The Magpie has a long tail. She forgot my mother when she married her wife. The child in her arms giggled as if she understood it. The woman was also happy, I am so clever that I can understand what my mother said. When I grow up, I can’t learn from these magpies, marry my wife and forget my parents. Children whine, women can’t close their mouths with laughter. In the ordinary life in the countryside, because of such a blend of scenes, it becomes a little unspeakable and meaningful. Even if the life is not moist enough, it is hard to deal, also because there is such a smile like flowers, it will make people see the hope. Who is this child, where is this woman now, and which one is it. Nowadays, it seems that it doesn’t matter any more. What matters is that this scene has been imprinted in many people’s hearts, I’m afraid that I won’t lose any point in my life. As long as I touch it, there will be a lot of time and human feelings, rolling out from the sea of my heart, stirring up all kinds of things deposited in my heart. It is believed that these plots related to rural areas leave deep memories in many people’s hearts. However, most of the time, there seems to be less feeling without paying attention or recollecting, but once the memory in the heart is aroused, there will definitely be many unique flavors. All these charm are related to the countryside and human feelings, which are unforgettable from childhood to adulthood, it is the local feelings that dare not vanish casually. Thinking carefully, we are all children, our mother is that ordinary country woman. When we were young, mother would talk to us like this, we will certainly be taught to sing such children’s songs; In such children’s songs, or nursery rhymes, there is no education and expectation from the previous generation for the next generation, and they are not influencing the future generations through their own practice, unconsciously, inherit the virtues of being a human being. It is natural to associate with my parents who have never walked out of the countryside in their whole life. My father was a talkative person in the clan, and he often stayed with his elders to deal with some clan affairs. Although the countryside is a simple and diligent place, how can there be no disharmonious aspect? For example, when someone’s children are older, they marry a wife and refuse to show filial piety to their elders. For example, when someone’s children are spoiled from childhood, they even refuse to take care of their parents when they grow up. They are delicious and spicy, my parents didn’t care about the food. Such children would often arouse public anger and be educated by highly respected people in the clan, which was normal. When we were sensible, our parents warned us that we couldn’t be such a person, and don’t really become those Magpies sung in children’s songs. If we married a wife, we would forget my mother and father. It’s quite a bit of Magpie crying, but the folk songs are sung like this and passed down from generation to generation, there is a certain truth in the end. I haven’t studied the habits of magpies, and I can’t figure out clearly. Is it possible that they are really like this? The old birds feed them one by one, and finally they will be driven out of the nest by the plump ones? If this is really the case, the folks in the village make it into such a song, which is a ruthless lashing against it, so that generation after generation can understand its bad virtue, at the same time, he also warned the latecomers that one should be grateful and not selfish. One should be a person who values feelings and cannot be like a magpie or a good image.

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My father was a diligent farmer. When I was young, he planted many fruit trees in front of and behind the house. Many of these mainly refer to varieties, such as peach, apricot, plum, loquat, pear, cherry, orange and so on, with uneven height and height. My family seems to have fruits planted in different seasons in the south, so it is called Orchard, which is not exaggerated at all. I grew up in this orchard. Getting up in the morning, I seldom see my parents at home. They have already worked underground early. Free I first ran to the fruit tree in my prime, picked a peach or some other fruit and snapped it. At this time, my jubilant little flower dog would wrap around me, licking my legs and feet from time to time, to show affectionate. After eating my nutritious breakfast, I went to the kitchen slowly to look for other flavors such as pancakes and cakes. Sitting on the threshold, I took a bite by myself and fed my little flower dog, so I waited for my friends to meet me while eating. Depending on the advantage of owning the orchard, it doesn’t take half an hour for a group of cousins to visit first and then. There are 8 fathers, brothers and sisters, more than 30 cousins, large and small, and more than a dozen at close range. There is no need to invite others to play games or fight for revenge. If there are only two members for the time being, they must warm up and chat for a while. If there are more than three members, they will go to Orchard Sports. Small programs are usually hide-and-seek, while big programs are simulated PLA fighting. If there are too many people, we have to make the rules of the game, or we will have conflicts with our family members and make us unhappy. The strongest cousin was always the one who decided the rules of the game. He said that whoever acted as a traitor must be a traitor, and all of us had to listen to his command unconditionally. When there are a lot of people, the scene of playing can really be described by the word spectacular. Heroes are dressed in cloak made of straw, holding flags made of rag in their hands and rushing!, I saw a rampage, the tree swaying……. After a war, there were always people who were slightly injured and crying, and many fruits unfortunately fell to the ground. My little dog followed me step by step to protect me from harm. After the game is over, the excitement receded. If the clothes are cut, the waiting may be a beating. When I was beaten, those brothers, brothers, sisters and sisters were all gone. Only my most loyal little flower dog surrounded me anxiously, Wang, Wang. Nowadays, the orchard of childhood no longer exists, because the land of hometown has been transformed. Fortunately, the orchard in my mind is still laughing.

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