Legend has it that Epiphyllum was originally a flower god who was demoted to the earth because he fell in love with Wei Tuo, a young man who watered and weeded her, and could only open for an instant a year.. In the spring of each year, Wei Tuo went down to collect morning dew for Buddha to fry tea, and epiphyllum chose to open at this time. She will gather the essence of a whole year to bloom in a flash, hoping that Wei Tuo will remember her. One thousand years later, Wei Tuo never remembered her, but epiphyllum never regretted it.. A flash in the pan is only for Wei Tuo, and a brief bloom is also a kind of unforgettable beauty, because eternity is only moving in a fixed moment. So we expect to be in full bloom, and life will be in full bloom. Dega said that art and life are both short and lonely, and it is this loneliness that gave birth to brilliant ballet dancers and dance steps, placing hopes and hopes of her life in the rotation of time and time again. You can’t see the scars on her toes, you can’t fathom her inner exhaustion and hardships, and you only remember her elegance, nobility and lightness – that is enough, enough for her to leave without a regret smile at the end of the day, enough for her to shed a gentle and pure tear in the corner of her eyes when her temples are bare.. Try to see Peng Teng’s heart flame dancing in his graceful years, and don’t wait for his dull eyes to support his dying years.. Some people say that Xu Zhimo’s eyes are like ancient Greek statues, because he kisses the blazing fire of reality and sings about the magic of life like a Greek: Kangqiao is the residence of his soul, Pei Lengcui is his spiritual partner, and he is the April day of the world, lighting up bright Yan.. Thirty – four years of life, precipitated in the same sweet and melancholy dream, even if only in a hurry to come and go, solitary fragrance moment, is also a unique fragrance month Huaqing. Born like a summer flower, it was originally a great confidence, not afraid of years of erosion and fading. Life is like summer flowers, but also a great humility. Thanking the Creator for choosing us, giving life and wisdom among Qian Qian’s possibilities. Appreciate the suffering and give us experience. Yi Shu’s works are full of women of all kinds, sophisticated and intrigued. They are the materials she is good at digging, but the end of the story is always full of pity and encouragement for the heroine.. Every woman is a flower in her eyes: the young girl of cardamom is an unopened lotus. The middle-aged woman who has become a mother is a jasmine that is on the verge of death. Women in the workplace are agave and poppy … Ah, this is not only women’s preference for women, but also life’s sustenance for life.. Yi Shu and her writing are like butterflies in the heart, believing in the magnificence of nature and life, and pursuing a stunning season.. Lonely and cold, themoon buried Chang ‘e’s fantasy about her old face. In the moon palace without feelings and thoughts, there were thousands of amorous feelings, more to whom? Chang ‘e only knows that worldly desires in the world will limit the length of life, but she forgets that the life without love is a gift in itself. Life without love is just a dead silence. It is not as good as pursuing a complete soul and turning it into a bubble as the daughter of the sea. You will regret that she gave up her 300 – year life, and she will be glad that she has the right to be brave – like a summer flower, it is a great courage.. Eileen Chang thinks that’ holding hands’ is a very sad sentence. After holding hands, she will eventually separate, so she would rather not start. She refused to be brilliant, because she could not bear the cold and cheerless after brilliant. She chose to blossom persistently and accept withering persistently.. Being born like summer flowers is a great insistence. Besides, tomorrow’s world may not be a bleak one, so we should stick to the attitude of flowers. The sky may not leave my mark, but I have already flown by..
Everyone’s heart has a most warm corner, where there is an innocent young image, where the world is still so beautiful and clean.. When my heart is tired, I have a great intention of returning. But time has gone and will not return again. – The magnolia tree in front of the brook is tall, leafy and flowery. Flowers bloom and fade, year after year. Looking up at the blue sky, the faint white clouds are rolling and drifting as far as the eye can see.. Heart, surges with a faint nostalgia, a wisp of mournful chase love. So I opened the dusty diary and looked through the slightly yellowed paper, writing every word to record the youth that I couldn’t go back to.. The life of childhood makes people think deeply, the childhood partners are close to each other, and the childhood years are so pure and innocent.. Time is like quicksand between the fingers. If you don’t hold it tightly, you will lose it a little bit.. Tong Zhen’s elegant interest only remains in the memory between the lines and will not come back again. The fairy tale book that was held in his hand and refused to be put down is now nowhere to be found. In the dictionary of childhood, there are only words like ” good” and ” dream”. The pure laughter floats like a wind bell on the edge of the tender grass, scattered on the gurgling brook, flying in the colorful blue sky and white clouds.. At that time, what I longed for most was to have a small pistol and slingshot of my own like other children. Put it under your pillow at night and stick it on your waist when you go out to play.. And that cute puppy, shaking his head and tail every day, followed me. As a child, there were many dreams. When I grow up, those dreams call for me in strange and beautiful corners of the world.. So, backpacking around looking for my dream; But always in a quiet night, I think of the happy life at home, the small hair that was inseparable, and the happy and carefree play all day long.. The childhood songs that often jump briskly in the ear and hum and sing in the mouth still have a lot of fresh memories and sing freely.. The regulations of the little girl who took part in mushroom picking became the most unforgettable memory in her mind with its cheerful melody and simple and fresh lyrics.. My little sister’s hardworking, brave and hard-working character has become an example for me to learn, bringing a bright sunshine and a beautiful heart to my young heart.. The graceful melody and brisk rhythm of the participation let us sweep up the ” Regulations” of the double oars and listen to Mom’s description of the past with poetic language and scenes, graceful and lyrical, gave me endless imagination, cultivated my feelings of love for my motherland and life, and also made me feel the incomparable happiness of being born under the red flag and growing under the red flag.. In that blue sky and white clouds, sunny season, under the light guitar playing, the soothing and fresh singing voice like water, and the beautiful time of the green campus, most of them are burned in the cerebral cortex, which is difficult to erase.. Everything in childhood, flowers, grass, toys, laughing and playing, is so beautiful that it can’t be said. The beauty of childhood flooded all the worries and pains in the world.. In retrospect, it’s like a subtle smile on your lips. What is love? In that simple and beautiful childhood, I felt that’ love’ nature is forever oh, never separated. It’s the player’s home. Gently” Lala Little Hands”,” Kiss Face”, play together” groom”,” bride”,” enter bridal chamber”,” love”’ just to be able to keep on improving.. The joy of childhood cannot be replaced by any happiness. As a child, she still remembers the families we played together? At that time, you were ” bride”, ” I am” groom’s officer ”. Will we meet again at some place one day?? Really miss you, really want to go back to the past, back to when I was a child. Remember? Together we ran hand in hand on the soft green grass, lay on the green grass and looked at the blue sky, telling stories that we thought were funny and building our future’ grand plans’. I really want to see time to go back, who is still with you, sitting side by side with me, imagining what will happen when I grow up. Two little feelings without guess, although without result, because of innocence, can remain in the bottom of my heart for the rest of my life. Every time I think of it, I have a knowing, silly and sweet smile. Spring, summer, autumn and winter change in turn, and the cycle never stops. Month, round and short, everlasting cycle to this day. Colorful dreams have gradually evolved into black and white reality. Innocent also gradually fade away, in exchange for the cheating that they often face every day. In the course of growth, when people reach the crossroads, they begin to wander about with hesitation and meditation that is difficult to debate at one time and difficult to decide at the other. When I grow up, my thoughts become more complicated, and my worries and worries increase.. At this point, instead, I envy the lightness and freedom of the cloud, yearn for the absence of memories of the cloud, dream about the dream of the cloud, and aspire to be a free man like white clouds, floating around without a definite place, not loving an inch of the blue sky, and being free and natural and unrestrained.! Facing the sunshine in June, walking on the cobblestone road with a thorn foot, there was only a long figure behind him. Side, it is no longer easy to find friends who travel together. Rare friends often miss out because of their own arrangements. Now, I don’t know whether my mind is old or mature? I hope to have a breath-like resonance with you who have the same mood, to travel together in the rest of the long journey of life, to enjoy the scenery along the way and to escape loneliness together.. Turned around and looked back. Many of the original ones were already changing. Want to send a message but don’t know to whom, want to talk to someone, mobile phone and don’t know to whom.Today, there are fewer text messages, and the monthly package is not available. The phone calls are also rare.. Now there are fewer words and more silence. Actually, there is less, and virtual coping is much more. Thinking, friendship, loss, silence, forgetfulness and loss in the process of growing up have aged and enriched life with the time of sneaking away.. Perhaps, it is accompanied by insincere words that cannot be avoided in the process of growth. Today, there is no longer a child’s outspoken, what all say is pure; Now I have a lot of worries hidden in my heart. I don’t like to talk to others. I really want to look back, look at the people and things around me, listen to the children’s childish voices and look at their lovely faces. That’s also a kind of happiness, isn’t it? I, too, have long gone. In the process of growing up, I missed too many scenery because I walked too fast and too fast. I really need to slow down. There are still many beautiful scenes to watch along the way. Can’t miss it any more, don’t be too lonely, don’t let the scenery along the way flash past, let’s enjoy those lonely scenery that can’t escape. In the process of growth, only by relying on one’s own efforts and using one’s own hands to improve one’s life can one improve one’s satisfaction with life. The process of growth, have you and I found the answer? When I was a child, I couldn’t go back. What I was waiting for was a realistic adult age. At that time, when the light was gently turned over by the wind again, it was still blue sky and white clouds. Added, is a little aftertaste . Ah
Today is July 14, the sixth day for our dandelion practice team to come to Xinyou Primary School. Time flies too fast, but we cherish every day, every moment and every second, every day we study happily with the children of the new primary school, and every day we fight alongside our teammates.. Today’s weather is very cool, with sunshine alternating with rain. This weather indicates that after the storm, it will be sunny. We will work together to be brave dandelions and create miracles that belong to us.. We still started our daily routine and went to the fifth and sixth grade classrooms in the morning to observe teaching and give help.. They are not so clever and active in class as the children in the lower grades, even a little naughty, which is reflected in their enthusiasm in class is not so high. Some students still have their own personalities, do their own things in class, and are not enthusiastic in answering teachers’ questions, probably because they are not very interested in the content of the lecture. Fortunately, with the help of the teacher in charge, they successfully finished the class and did their homework requirements after class.. After careful observation, we found out the characteristics of their classes, and we will also carry out targeted teaching according to the characteristics of their classes to improve the efficiency and enthusiasm of learning.. In addition, our art group also started printing materials for the games and art parties, rehearsing programs, and preparing props for the games.. After discussion, we unanimously decided to change the two songs from the original regulations on participation in childhood and participation in the same song into ” Pride for You” and to participate in the same bill as you, and rehearse and sing heartily.. Since there are lessons tomorrow, we will continue to prepare for the lessons tomorrow. With my team. After the completion, my sense of accomplishment is full, and I look forward to the different classes that will be brought to the children tomorrow. I hope they will like it and learn a little knowledge that we have taught them..
On a quiet night, the intoxicating moonlight mingled with the faint scent of the air, permeating the sky over the silver waterfall and spreading around with the swaying of the breeze, wandering around in a roundabout way as if it were a wonderful world.. The taste of the night gradually became thick. In the misty night, the air still plucked the strings without a trace of sleep.! In this quiet Yamashita, looking at the moonlight like a slippery night sky, looking up at the stars that stir people’s hearts, I feel the verdure of the lush green grass, as if it were integrated with nature.. Moonlight pours in the whole space like running water, and drops of silver light are sprinkled on it. The heart is naturally filled with holiness and emotion like moonlight.. The moon, as bright as silver, cannot hold me back from rushing forward. This most ordinary and simplest form is precisely the true meaning of life and the mystery of life.! Deep night, like a supreme giant god, seems never to be disturbed by my extraordinary career and the tense rhythm of urban life, its mysterious transcendental thought still falls in front of me in accordance with the natural logic.. At this time, the phone heard a dull, gloomy, as if emotional ringing sound, echoing in the three-dimensional night and wandering in the arc-shaped sky, reminding me that it is already zero, and the ringing sound vibrates my heart pulse.. I stood at the window, staring at the unfathomable sky, the gate of thinking quietly opened and filled my boundless spiritual world with pentium! I don’t know whether it was because the bright moon outside the window invaded my dream country and watched the cold moonlight poking its head through the window, leaving a long moon shadow in this sleepless night. I couldn’t sleep for a long time tonight.. I held out my hands gently and took up the full Yue Hui, tracing the memory of moonlight and recreating the beautiful image of the ancient city in the images of the years.. Only memories are the real harvest of my life. People can’t just bow their heads and move forward, maybe stop occasionally, take a look behind them, take a look at the string of footprints left behind, and know what to cherish in their life? Also will know what they have treasured? Midnight still makes me feel a little fidgety, watching my daughter still concentrate on analyzing every topic, gazing at her tired body, and looking at her tired eyes because of lack of sleep, my heart aches and pains.. Looking at my daughter’s persistent study as always, the act of not fearing hardship and fatigue has been moving me. At this time, looking at her daughter, who is smart and beautiful and never gives up, I also feel a trace of relief.. As the exam is approaching day by day, my daughter’s nervousness also makes me uneasy. Recently, I am also feeling overwhelmed and not in the mood to do anything that has nothing to do with the exam.! Thinking that students now cherish every minute and every second to meet their first challenge in life, the tense learning atmosphere also makes me feel suffocated, and every day I feel highly nervous, and the occasional uneasiness in my heart inadvertently permeates my thoughts and makes students nervous by looking at the striking countdown numbers in class schools. Recently, I often have worries and anxieties as well as worries about my daughters and students, which will affect the normal performance of good grades due to poor psychological quality.! For this reason, I often talk to students and daughters and advise them to release psychological pressure! When I was alone, I like to make a cup of coffee, play a piece of music and immerse myself in my heart. In the melodious melody, scenes like water and time pass by in succession, either as clear as a picture or as light as smoke.. Time really waits for no one. Flowers bloom and flowers bloom, clouds roll up and clouds relax. Shaohua is getting old and flourishing. In the circulation of day and night, people have entered middle age unconsciously.. No longer pursue a prosperous life, knowing that time is a merciless sword and will amuse everything in the world, good flowers will inevitably be in profusion, and there will also be a gloomy day for a prosperous scene.! Frequent gusts of breeze swept up my flowing long hair from time to time. Open the diary, silently write down the pen in your hand, the years that have passed between your fingers, not for other reasons, but only for the occasional look back on the past, and clearly depict the beautiful scenery that was beautiful and secluded.. Over time, it is inevitable to forget many beautiful dreams of youth. Over time, it may not be thought that the flowers once were the most beautiful scenery in the world.. The road to life is short, but time goes by in an instant. Therefore, every moonlit night like water can’t help brewing such endless lingering regrets! I really want to hold my dream with my pen, but that pen only records the beautiful scenery of the cool breeze, but I can’t write any trace of pure heart in any way.. In the dark night, the beautiful words from the music box seem to be telling a moving story again. In the twilight, leaning against the window and silently looking at the bright moon, I was somehow moved by this humble calm. The wind blows over the hair and the moon is still thinking about youth. The stars all over the sky hang high in the sky with a bright moon.. This silent Yamashita, but I still can’t close those tired eyes for a long time.! In the dead of night, a faint light penetrated into the room through the window and sprinkled much brightness on the ground.. Accustomed to the silent world, he spread out his thoughts and recorded a romantic feeling in warm colored words.. If life is a journey, happiness and sadness are the two long tracks that follow us closely.. In the line of sight of optimists, bright colors often appear. The negative people often see dim images. In life, what is rare is the ease and leisure, the comfort and comfort! When I walked in the corner of the text to talk, I looked up and found that the moon had disappeared quietly in a vague halo, its shadow was becoming weaker and weaker, and my impetuous heart began to melt slowly in this vague halo.. This round of Kyaukphyun is drifting away in my sight because it is going to run on its own track, but it brings a bit of beauty to the early summer night and quietly takes away a pure thought from me.! At midnight, a messy mood filled the whole space. So, I look forward to the moonlight like water, the mood like water … ah
The words, the man, the moonlight of that year. Walking in the depths of my own writing, I only remember the writing in the net and the setting sun, forgetting who I was rocking the boat with and casting the net with in the years of this life.. Wen: The hedges are scattered and scattered with acacia, condensed into scarlet beans, sprinkled on the words of the paper, in an attempt to root the full-bodied yearning into the hedges while waiting for delusion.. I like every night like this. When I feel lonely, I will talk to my own words, spread a white paper and dig out the moss growing in the corner in melancholy.. Xu was hurt by a piece of mourning zither, and the sound of zither strings aroused his sorrow, and the beauty of life began to fall in the night wind.. The world of mortals in the buildings, after all, is a lonely flower. Smoke past, I do not know who has fallen to whose acacia, dream memories, I do not know who has fallen to whose waiting. Don’t ask for your parting, don’t ask for the geometry of the pain you once suffered.? Even my soul, like a pearl on the shelf, has accumulated thousands of years of dust. Even a clear tear moistened the ethereal yesterday. Perhaps it is difficult for the thin world of mortals to cut off the oath that was considered to be broken by blowing a bomb.. At the moment, how much I miss him. I am a weak woman even though I have the talent of heaven and earth to write the clear words of Liu Fang and the Chinese seal handed down from generation to generation.. Perhaps, the woman leaning on the building and looking at the moon in the depths of the old words is also looking back in tears, looking back at who used to write lyrics with wine and gamble away tea fragrance under the acacia tree in the past.? The cold wind of reincarnation can’t blow away the memory of heavy sleep, but I am naturally too stupid. Even a sigh in the volume can make people feel crushed if accompanied by the music of deep and remote worries.. Whether the words at the fingertips give me beauty or pain, the love classical by moonlight is always a beautiful clear language and a dream of endless pursuit.. Perhaps, my love in the past lives was left in a dusty poem. If not, why is the loneliness of this world always associated with classical writing?? Is the sound of the sound of the purdah Yangguan? It was a timeless agreement? Is it fate, or is it a kind of ghost call from the bottom of my heart? Perhaps, only sad eyes can look at the beauty and pain of parting that the world meets so thinly. Perhaps, only the slender fingers with tears of blood can play the piano of singing.. Remember often see a word is; It’s good to have you there all the time! I want to write such words must understand the feeling; Because of you, a little less loneliness, a little more loneliness, a little more happiness, but a lot more warmth. The women on the Internet, Otawa, are lonely and have an affair with lofty ideals. They have built ivory towers of their own world in the small buildings they have built. Occasionally, people they like are invited to sit, raise their glasses and look at each other. The tea fragrance between lips and teeth is dense, and the eye waves are warm and smouldering.! Words may not be too many, but they will listen to a piece of music they like together, twirling around in peace and quiet.. Taking a beam of moonlight, I walk through the upper part of the night, believing that I can stick to my dream, only then can I touch the other side of my heart, only then can I have a faint scent and ink mark, only then can I have a lotus-like rest, only then can I have the gentleness of your whole city, only then can I have an intoxicated look at each other, and only then can I have the sadness and sadness of health.! In a hurry, the hearts of the youth and the prime minister are united, and the world of mortals and buildings meet and renew this life.. Always tired, always empty, always dust to dust, soil to soil. All the way across the buildings, a fallen flower. Hedgerow and sparse QQ: 766314719. The collection of ” Mo Dao Fireworks Can’t Be Cut” was published and distributed. Please contact me if you need to buy the collection of ” Original”
A woman who loves reading is a beautiful scenery no matter where she goes. She may not look amazing, but she has an inner temperament: elegant speech is free from vulgarity, and beautiful manners do not need to be decorated. It is quiet and dignified and graceful. It is dignified in sitting state and free and easy in walking. It is a mixture of natural simplicity and implicitness. It is soft like water, charming like wind and flowery like flowers … Ah. Some women don’t look beautiful, but she walks among the women who are full of flowers and make – up. She stands out especially for her temperament, cultivation and scroll flavor.. Talking to her always makes people refreshed and tacky. Her association with her often leads to a lack of talent and bright sunshine.. Indeed, after reading enough good books, a woman will become very good, because the book gives her the bottom spirit, nurtures her feelings of truth, beauty and purity, and makes her gentle, refined, considerate and full of scroll flavor.. Women like books: buying books, reading books and writing books, books are their durable fashion and cosmetics. Ordinary clothes, plain clothes, walk among the women who are full of flowers and make – up, but they are particularly striking, temperament, accomplishment and scroll flavor that is overflowing all over.. Women who love reading are good at thinking, because reading can make people wise and magnanimous, have no desire but just, and have unselfish heart and wide heaven and earth.. Reading can make Xiu De’s nature, wisdom, vision and soul beautified.. In life, eating delicacies from mountains and seas is a kind of enjoyment, and reading some books with shock, hearing and hearing loss is a kind of enjoyment. The former can only be satisfied for a while, while the latter will benefit you for a lifetime.. Admittedly, in today’s materialistic world full of money and desires, few women have settled down to study, especially beautiful women who watch TV or go to shopping malls, beauty salons, play poker, play mahjong and chat in their spare time.. Although beauty is a’ ticket’, those beautiful women are too dependent on God’s gift. God loves them but spoils them. Rich and powerful men always think they are omnipotent God.. Beautiful women can always easily get everything they want from men: money, love, a house and a carefree and free life.. Men don’t care whether they love reading, whether they have knowledge, taste and taste. Men care whether they are pleasing to the eye and have enough beautiful capital to allow them to the legendary swordsman and talk about life in public.. Basically, it is men who connive at women and create enough reasons for beautiful women to stay away from books.. Books make women intelligent and mature, and make women understand that it is important to wrap their appearance, but more important is to moisten their hearts. If a woman does not read, she will become ignorant and vulgar without knowledge and will be abandoned by the times.. Even if the face looks like a fairy and wears luxurious and fashionable clothes, those masks smeared with material will be shallow after all and will not last long.. On the contrary, as long as she likes reading and is full of scroll temperament, even if she wears simple clothes, she will still look so elegant and graceful. For her, clothes are only ornaments and decorations, which will only make her more beautiful and more attractive.. A woman who loves reading has a lamp in her heart that can keep the peaceful harbor of her heart and always regards books as her spiritual companion.. Without gold and silver, she is very confident. She dares to face the sky with her heart clear and bright, and lives in a busy city, but she can keep away from the red dust and the hustle and bustle.. She loves to hear all the sounds that belong to nature: wind, rain, chicken calls, cricket calls. When I heard them, it was the most peaceful time to endure loneliness, no peace of struggle and no freedom of greed.. A woman who loves reading regards reading as the greatest happiness of her life. She immersed herself in the story of writing weaving, paddling the waves with her eyes to find the distant spiritual shore. She doesn’t have time to nag and gossip, or to fiddle with right and wrong. When other women are talking about fashion and Zhang Jiali’s short life, she is intoxicated in the world of books, washing herself, enriching herself, sad herself and happy herself.. In the large reading room, women who love reading sit and read alone, the whole world is their own, without noise, strife, hypocrisy, fatigue and pleasure.. Women who love reading are swimming in the sea of books, and they are devoted and obsessed with these great men as much as they admire high fashion and makeup and beauty.. They often get life’s fulfillment and peace in casual moments and find the value and true meaning of life.. A woman who loves reading has a dream in her heart. Even if she is as ordinary as a leaf, she can still create a paradise for the beauty and life of the leaf.. Lead yourself to a place with flowers, birds, trees, blue sky, white clouds, stars and bright moon. The dream that will never be lost is a poem, a picture, a daydream, a mood, a little comfort and some hope in their life.. A woman who loves reading likes to write something. Diary is a confession of her true heart and is the most willing lesson of the day.. The diary is filled with her mood and is a small attic where her heart rests. All the sweet, sour, bitter, joys and sorrows can be reasonably and reasonably expressed here, and finally she will be calm and calm.. When she had a feeling and understanding, she wrote it at will, posted it, published it occasionally, got a share of joy and smiled contentedly alone.. Reading – loving women look at the world and feel that the sky is blue and the earth is rich and beautiful. They write beauty in their hearts with intelligent hearts, broad and simple love, and considerate cultivation. She read life into poetry, prose and fiction. Reading life as honesty, friendliness, self – esteem, integrity, love and beauty enriches one’s own spiritual world, and allows loftiness and dignity to lead women’s eyes. To the world, she does not put on airs or flatter herself, but always exudes a bookish and lofty flavor.. Women who love reading all know that life has wind and rain, and books are umbrellas that can keep out the wind and rain. Life has dangerous beaches and reefs, and books are bright lighthouses. When life is full of mountains and rivers, there are many hidden flowers in the book. Life will lose good friends and lovers, but books will always be faithful. A woman who loves reading is a beautiful scenery no matter where she goes.. She may not look amazing, but she has an inner temperament: elegant speech is transcendent and free from vulgarity, beautiful manners do not need to be decorated, it is quiet and dignified, moving and elegant; It was dignified sitting and free and easy walking. It is a natural mix of simplicity and implicitness, soft like water, charming like wind and flowery like flowers … Ah, for books, different women will have different tastes, different tastes will have different choices, and different choices will have different effects, thus deducing a scenery line of women and books.. Some women read books in order to acquire knowledge and increase their talents. They pay more attention to books with strong ideological content, philosophy and depth.. Books improve their life and enrich their lives. Such a woman is itself a book, an interesting and good book. Some women read books to please their body and mind and cultivate their sentiment. They like to read poems from Tang and Song Dynasties and beautiful prose from ancient times to modern times, both at home and abroad. They cultivate their morality and cultivate their character in leisurely leisure, thus casting a quiet life.. Such a woman is like a poem, fresh and plain. There are also women who study only as entertainment and entertainment, or just as arty. They are keen on sentimental stories and lacy news about movie stars and celebrities.. They are more practical and a little tacky, but they can read some books and understand some things. Books can affect people’s hearts, and people’s hearts and temperament are interlinked..If a person wants to dress up as cute, beautiful or attractive, he or she should read books. Reading is the foundation of a woman’s body. Women who like to read books may not have high academic qualifications, but they must have cultural accomplishment. Most educated women are sensible, calm and considerate.. Those who often read books can be distinguished from the crowd at a glance.. Especially in human life will also appear calm and decent. It has been described that people who often read books do not speak at random, and their words must be based on facts. Each conclusion will be drawn through reasonable deduction, rather than following the same line and saying nothing.. People who often read books will think about things and know how to come up with a solution. Their intelligence quotient is relatively high. They can sort out the chaotic and chaotic world, grasp the root and the key, and then propose solutions to the problem. Science refuses to be blind. Every step they take is considered. These are all the things that people who do not read at ordinary times lack. The woman who loves reading is beautiful, and the woman who loves reading is beautiful and unique. She is not a flower, not a wine. She is just a cup of light green tea with faint fragrance. Even if she doesn’t apply powder, she looks healthy and energetic, personable, natural and unrestrained, graceful and graceful, and beautiful.. Only by reading with an open-minded heart can we appreciate the subtleties of the book and absorb the nourishment from it. A good book, accompany life. As the ancients said, if you read 300 Tang poems, you will sing them if you can’t write them.. The book has its own golden house, learning from the merits of others, and you will become a fine product. Learning from other people’s shortcomings, you will become a waste, promising and talented person. Women read more with the years and also want to write their own books. A woman writes the sweet and sour taste of life on paper and then turns it into type, and others are reading her book.. The books written by women are delicate and gentle in brush strokes, flexible and agile in thinking, and between the lines, they are integrated into the unique spiritual temperament and spiritual experience of women.. Their interpretation of the life process, their struggle for survival and their pursuit of life value show a sense of responsibility to participate in society.. Nowadays, women write books that not only women love to read, but also men love to read. The woman who reads books spends most of her time reading. Reading is a vital element and a way of life for her.. Compared with some beautiful women outside and inside, she is a wise man who knows how to keep life beautiful inside.. Books make women intelligent, tough and mature. It is important to make women understand that the appearance of packing is more important than the nourishment of the soul.. Live with books and never sigh. Roman Roland is urging women to read more books, read some good books, knowledge is the only beauty product, and books are women’s fashion. Books will keep women beautiful forever. The woman who loves reading is beautiful, and the woman who loves reading is beautiful and unique. She is not a flower, not a wine, she is just a cup of light green tea with faint fragrance. Even if you don’t apply the powder, you will look energetic, personable, natural and unrestrained, and graceful..
I spent every lonely night smoking cigarettes and drinking tea, swimming in the vast sea of mortals, listening to music and tapping the keyboard with my fingers to write one mood after another.. Walking through the long river of life, step by step, walking towards maturity and the end of life. The impression of years not only engraved on my face, but also deeply settled in my heart. The edges and corners of my life have sharpened my delicate and soft heart.. The flowers bloom and fall in the four seasons are exhausting, and the wind, flowers and snow in life make people haggard. At this time, I will have a cool heart to enjoy the joy and sweetness of life in the face of all the world.. A cool life is beauty! Cool charm is mellow! People tend to be eager for quick success and quick success in the noisy and impetuous situation. If they have a cool feeling, they will be able to overcome arrogance and grandiose mood, find a quiet and quiet place, enjoy peace and peace, keep their hearts free from worldly worries and desires, maintain their natural nature, sublimate their personality, purify their emotions and moisten their hearts.. Indifferently, I advocate a simple life, tolerance and non-exaction to others in life, and gain peace of mind. Being kind, straightforward, and magnanimous and simple will give you time and mood to evaluate the three tastes of life and enjoy the joy of life.. Cool I will steal my spare time to care for the sunshine with my cool state of mind in the busy day, showing a straightforward and honest sunshine smile, making my life full of vigor and vitality.. In this materialistic society, people are unwilling to be content with plain striving and enterprising. No matter whether you are fighting in the workplace or fighting in the business world, few people stop to take a look at the beautiful scenery around you. I think you should also learn to enjoy a peaceful beauty when you are in power on the stage of life. Even if I am indifferent, I am not successful and have no career at all.. However, I will often read some books and write some essays under the lamp after my half-life of pioneering and struggling, and quietly nourish the heart to repair the increasingly coarse soul, cultivate calm mood and healthy mind, so as to achieve a state worthy of conscience of heaven and earth, enrich my life and enrich my life.. Indifferent I, lightly come, lightly go, lightly get along with. Give a person peace, give a person a faint desire, live simply and have a taste. Life is too short to pursue. Everyone will be bumpy and full of thorns on the way to life, with their own shortcomings and deficiencies.. To foster strengths and avoid weaknesses, we must increase the value of our life and blossom the most beautiful of our lives.. Live a new world. Cherish your life and everything you have. Would rather live simply and live simply, just like a spring rain, a clear song, moisten things silently and take a long time.. Cool is like an idyll, deep and remote, pure and elegant. Cool is a landscape painting, wash away the carved ornaments of lead and leave it fresh and natural. Cool is like a deep feeling song, melodious and melodious, singing softly and softly; Cool is a warm wind that blows away the snow and brings infinite spring scenery. Time is like water, time is fleeting, time is fading away how many memories I have, but I have never changed my pursuit of cool life.. Only with a cool attitude towards life can society move from apathy to peace and well – being. With a cool mind, we can move from melancholy to singing. With this coolness, even if the dust falls to the ground in a fiasco, even if you look up and open your eyes to see a piece of wild land, you will feel regretless as long as you struggle hard.! With this equanimity, on the long road of life, you will feel that even silent search, even if there are twists and turns and repetitions, is also a kind of exercise and simulation. It is this equanimity that reflects the sanctity and loftiness of your life and makes you feel that heaven and earth are vast and broad – minded. It is this equanimity that makes you feel the beauty of the world and the colorful life.. If you have equanimity, you will have a indifferent and beautiful life! Life is long, but in the long river of years it is only a drop in the ocean. Life is a process. The long river of time will lead us to one post after another. Looking back at the moment, we may find many wrong passages, so we have tasted the sweetness and bitterness of life.. All success and failure sometimes lie between one thought, so sometimes we will be extremely happy and disconsolate.. In fact, we are just a grain of dust contained in the world, sitting and watching the clouds gather together and enjoying the blandness quietly. No matter where you are, you will only appreciate the truth of life with your heart and swim in the river of years, no matter how you feel, it will pass like a cloud.. I think the same is true of online love. No one does not want love to be like the sea. But I prefer cool love. Only by turning love into a trickle can it produce a lasting lasting appeal. A cool life, no matter how the world changes, will always entrust its countless worries to a gentle and tolerant heart. Even if the years go on and off, it will eventually be able to hold its hand and live and die.. Years like the passing of Sichuan, do not give up day and night. There is no need to look back too much. Life is short, but the road and shadow are long. Walking on the road, the scenery is infinite. A happy life is a persistent adherence to that dull life! The cool life is more beautiful and the cool lasting appeal is more mellow!
I can’t dominate secular words. I’m just an ordinary woman. I can’t stand it. What can I do about it. I listened to all your misfortunes, and my heart was in tears. That is the pain of acupuncture, pain can’t words. I said I gave you the life you wanted, but it was too late to realize. Suddenly I was too tired to bear, just like this injury fell on me. Just, I hope, you will be a good boy. A child who lets people cherish and loathe to hurt. In this way, even if we are alone, I will feel at ease. The song city in the dream sang the song of triumph, luxuriant and noisy. Reality of the hotel, secretly deep, lonely and lonely miss left, helpless to leave. Some people say that I am a proud woman, arrogant and indifferent to everyone. There is a word called ” inability to cope”. I can’t stand beside you like a puppet. I can’t help but look at your world. I can’t express myself in words if I can’t do it. I can’t fit into your life beyond my ability. Different paths lead to the same goal, but it is better to become strangers. In this way, you don’t have to worry, I don’t have to be sad. Who said that if the only person you know is yourself, then there will be no injury. No one was hurt, where was it. I was so weak that time was quiet. Who is guarding an empty city for whom. There is no time for desperate efforts to paint the land in the empty city as a prison.. There is no courage to look back. I wait quietly alone, but not in blossom. It turned out that it was not us who couldn’t go back, but us. remember to forget you. I have no intention of intentionally. Hurt you. remember to forget you. Please forgive my selfishness and willfulness. I just need to be kind and say sorry.
Finally wait until ” You” – ” You” – ” Three Rural Areas” Cooking Date: 2017 – 07 – 16 Source: First Author of Lingnan Normal University: Second Author of Zhan Yaying: Luo Li Finally Wait for ” You” – ” Three Rural Areas” Cooking. With the ringing of the alarm bell at 6: 20 am, I opened my sleepy eyes, and the first ray of sunshine in the morning caught my eye, which was especially dazzling. I immediately refreshed myself and then set out with my team-mates to buy vegetables at the vegetable market.. Along the way, we felt the clear morning light, the bird song of joy heart, the gentle breeze, and the mood was very happy.. Soon, we bought the vegetables and returned to the practice base. We have to say that our friends who cook today are very powerful – we started cooking lunch at about 10 o’clock, and during the whole process we were united, talking and laughing, and very happy. We had already prepared lunch for 41 members of the practice group before 11: 30, and the smell of the food pervaded the campus.. My friends who have been busy all morning instinctively smell incense. Looking at the small partners one by one with a satisfied expression on their faces, I was moved to be extremely happy and had already forgotten the fatigue inside! Fingers are too wide and time is too thin. But it doesn’t matter. I was expecting the afternoon. Because I enjoy the process of making a delicious meal for my friends. Although I will be very tired, the important thing is that everyone is full and happy.! In charge of the team’s appetite today, we soon got busy for everyone’s dinner. The first time I cut onions and peppers, I had some hard work this afternoon – my hands were red and swollen with heat, like a pair of salted pig hands, burning, and there was another friend like me, haha, we were in distress situation one afternoon.. The plot of this day is drawing to a close. Today is July 16, 2017, the sixth day of our ” Tongxin” social practice team’s summer visit to the countryside. We are all happy and full.! What interesting things will happen tomorrow, let’s look forward to it!
Grandpa and his shoulder pole, Shandong Zibo, have just returned to their hometown and I can’t help thinking of grandpa and his shoulder pole again when I see the portrait of grandpa.. Grandparents and grandmothers coexisted with ten children and raised nine of them into adults. What a difficult thing it was in those war-torn times! Folks all call grandpa and grandma’ yang linggong’,’ he’ and’ she laolaojun’ when they joke. Grandpa certainly does not have the ability of’ Yang Linggong’. He is of short stature and plain appearance. He is a common farmer, and he is carrying the burden of a family’s life on his own carrying pole.. In my memory, grandpa’s carrying pole is long and heavy. I was about five or six years old when I first saw grandpa’s carrying pole. That day, we just moved to a new home and moved to a very spacious compound, a new home that parents had just built after years of painstaking efforts.. Relatives all came to congratulate them, and the family was busy and lively.. In the afternoon, grandpa also came. He picked a load of buttonwood roots. At first I thought grandpa would send us firewood and hurriedly carried the roots into the firewood heap.. Grandpa grabbed my hand, stroked my head and said gently. Boy, these roots are to be planted. We will bury them in the ground. After a while, they will germinate and grow big trees in a few years. You can play under the trees. Do you like it? I like it, I said quickly. Grandpa patted me on the back and said with mirth, ” Go and look for shovel and lutetium. Let’s plant them now.”. ‘ I jumped to find shovel and lutetium, and grandpa started digging holes. I was happy to put roots in the tree holes, and relatives came to persuade grandpa to rest in the house, but grandpa insisted on not, saying that he was not tired. Grandpa planted a load of roots, drank only a few saliva, sat for a while, said he would feed the cattle to the production team, and went back with the burden.. Grandpa has fed the production team cattle for decades with rich experience. The cattle he fed are fat and strong.. Every time I went to see him, I saw him constantly busy, sometimes carrying water and forage with a pole, sometimes drinking water to cows, or using hay cutter to forage and feed forage. I never seemed to know how tired I was.. In his later years, his grandfather was still a man who could not afford to be idle.. Four uncles contracted the orchard, and grandpa over seventy voluntarily went to the mountain to see the garden. In the autumn harvest season, he personally picked peaches and pears to sell in villages, and he gave them to eat without stint when he encountered old, weak and sick people.. Grandpa did not like alcohol and tobacco all his life, and his life was rather simple. There are no conditions for pulling up a child. But then the nine children have all mixed up in the same way, including workers, farmers, soldiers, officials and merchants.. There is no shortage of good smoke and good wine at home, but grandpa never enjoys it, which is difficult for ordinary people to understand. Grandfather is old and full of children and grandchildren. He should have ” enjoyed a comfortable life” and no longer have to work, but he still has ” old habits” that are difficult to change and secretly finds work to do.. Finally, something unfortunate happened. One day, he secretly picked a load of dry dung and went to the mountain. He accidentally slipped under the earth weir and hurt his leg.. Since then, his health has deteriorated. A few years later, I left us forever. When I was sitting at home and was about to finish writing this essay, I looked out of the window and saw the buttonwood trees planted by my grandfather, tall and straight, full of thick shade, my sons and nephews chasing and playing under the tree … Ah, in the glittering and translucent tears, I seemed to see my grandfather and his carrying pole again.. [ Shangdiangang Badu Central School, Boshan District, Zibo, Shandong ( 316 Wenjiang Road ) ]Postal Code: 255203 Mailbox Shangdiangang @ 126. Communications company telephone[ 13864492886 ]