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On a drizzle dusk, I held an umbrella and strolled. The lilacs in the third middle school yard were blooming brightly, and the rainy street was lonely, standing quietly, with the fragrance of flowers and the cool air. I suddenly feel that this world is so beautiful. We are in it and have been gently loved by this world. The Earth loves me with its flowers and food; The sky loves me with its sunshine and rain; The parents love me with their painstaking efforts and tears; The lover loves me with his arms and kisses; my friend loves me and uses his blessing and miss. Even those who passed by once loved me, with his courtesy and accommodation. And my daughter also loves me, using the gold necklace that she gave me 5 yuan on Mother’s Day. ———— Inscription from childhood to adulthood, I especially like small things. I collect a piece of colored paper, a few woolen threads, feathers blown by the wind, autumn leaves and all kinds of grass like a treasure. When I was young, my mother gave each of the three sisters a wooden box to let us pack our own things. My mother is ingenious. She can draw and paper cut. The glass frames in my cupboard are all painted by my mother. She pasted her paintings on our wooden caskets, such as lions rolling hydrangea and Erlong opera beads. My casket was pasted with a pair of Golden Phoenix. Since the box came into being, my treasures have been settled. When I was a child, I was careful and put my things in order. I know everyone who moves. My brother and sister never dared to touch my things. When I was young, I was very spoiled. When they provoked me, I cried endlessly. Because my aunt’s family is in Changchun, my father also often goes on business trips. When I was young, I had more opportunities to get in touch with new things. At that time, children all saved candy paper. I saved a lot of candy paper, and I was careful. Each piece of candy paper was pressed flat, clean and refreshing, so every time I compared with my classmates, my candy paper is the best at most, which makes them envious. After graduation, I taught in primary school. I was like a child, skipping rope, racing and playing snowball fights with them. In autumn, pick up leaves on the playground and ask the children to leave one of the best leaves and write down what they want to say most. As a result, many children gave me that Leaf, which was nothing more than writing down on the leaf such words as teacher, teacher, and I love you. I kept those letters written on the leaves for a long time, and then they were all broken because of losing all the water. Later, he fell in love. At that time, he was in Dandong and sent me a piece of red maple leaf and a Cypress leaf. The Maple Leaf was inscribed with a poem, which was huge, bright red and beautiful. They are always stuck in my diary. Time goes by. Cypress leaves are still there, and they are still green, but maple leaves cannot stand the polishing of time and are broken. I think people often say that pine Cypress evergreen, which is really the case. One year, girls all bought a square silk scarf, which was monochrome. I am always mentally retarded in dressing up, so I bought a pure white one. There are many ways to tie silk scarves, but I don’t know. Seeing that it is almost as big as the door glass of my cabin, I thought: why not use it as the door curtain. Put the silk scarf on the table, pick up the brush, splash ink, and draw on the silk scarf. First, I drew the vast sea with a little bit of sail shadow and a flock of gulls flying far away. On the beach on the left, I drew the back of a girl with long hair fluttering and dancing clothes, staring at the distance and expecting something. I wrote a poem in the blank space on the right, forgetting what I wrote, but it was absolutely original. This door curtain has been hung for a long time, and I like it very much. At that time, greeting cards were popular, and I made them myself most of the time. Paste graffiti paintings with colored paper, leaves, wool and so on, and then write the so-called poems created by yourself. I like them very much. Last year, he called a brother Shi who had not seen him for several years. He said that he still kept the greeting card I gave him 20 years ago, and he also emphasized that it was made by yourself and the fence was stuck with wool. After listening to his words, I suddenly gave birth to a feeling of warmth, intimacy and a little sentimental. Is that me? Surprise for a leaf, tears for a snowflake? Folded the envelopes my husband sent me into thousands of paper cranes and hung them on the bed; Sewed a doll with two yellow handkerchiefs, wore a little red riding hood and two long braid; after getting sick, he took out the needle and put it in the letter and sent it to his husband. When he saw the needle, he asked for leave to see me regardless of everything. When he entered the door, he was scolded by his father? Is that me? At that time, except love, there was nothing in my eyes. When we got married, we had no house or money. As long as we had that person, we won the whole world. Although I am not too vulgar now, after all, I have seen through some Philistines and helplessness, and occasionally send some useless emotions, as if the world owes everyone a lot. Those letters written on the leaves, those faded fleeting years, why did they blush when they saw their love letters in those years, thinking that they were mature, actually they were numb. Work, make money, consume; Work, make money, consume again, the Sun and the moon flow, tired, quarrel with husband, angry with students, we desperately ask for from this world, no matter how much it gives us, we all complain that it is stingy. But I don’t know that we have been gently loved by this world, which gives us youth, dreams, love and hope. I hope that after years, my heart is still soft, and I will still feel pain all the time and shed tears at any time. No matter it is cloudy, Sunny, rainy or snowy, I can smile when I recall it. Because I come from accident, it is a beautiful encounter to fall in love with the world. It has made me love gently. In return, I will walk earnestly and live calmly. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. 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