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I will give you news on Wednesday and Thursday! This is the words given by the interviewer after the written examination of the TV newspaper office. He told me that it was quite busy to publish on Tuesday, so the result would be later. Although it will be late, my heart is bright and clear. Just because of the several-day answer sheet, confidence has made the ability have a qualitative improvement. On the first day of work, when I opened the Qingdao Radio and Television newspaper, a feeling of intimacy came into being. Although the daily newspaper is ordered at home now, the TV newspaper is not cut off. If reading daily newspapers and periodicals is to get fresh information, just like eating McDonald’s hamburgers, then reading TV newspapers published every week is to experience rich life, like eating delicious rice, it not only meets the needs of spiritual taste buds, but also can feel different warmth. I remembered that when I was young, I saw TV newspapers for the first time during the Spring Festival. It was in the early 1990 s when cable TV was just installed at home, and the TV programs were not as rich as now, about 40. There are fewer cable TV stations in urban areas, but I like watching cartoons. Every time I just finish my homework, I stare at “Little Dragon Club”, watching Sonik the hedgehog, Carmen the thief, banana Superman, Denver, the Last Dinosaur and so on. It was also from that time that I, who liked watching the news, began to observe the details of my life and became interested in reading and writing, which also made my future ideal gradually grow apart, with the hope and possibility of bathing in light. At that time, at the end of the new year, my mother always asked me to collect the TV newspapers for the half month of the new year. Not only was the latest CCTV Spring Festival gala program in that issue of the newspaper, and there are also the most complete programs from New Year’s Eve to the 15th. I believe that except me, people in the whole city’s love for TV and TV newspapers during the Spring Festival are self-evident. Just because it is missing, it is as if there is no salt in the dish, which is not a classic. Nowadays, there are more choices of city newspapers and periodicals, like TV stations, as many as over 100. Sometimes, I really feel it is difficult to choose a suitable platform to watch all the time. No matter how classic A station is, it cannot cover all directions. In the past, I was only keen on one singer and only listened to his songs, but later I heard other singers singing also had some wonderful points. I suddenly realized that life was to enrich myself constantly. It was the closest and most confident time for me to come here. Spring elimination snow 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. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

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It’s a little abrupt to open an ending again. However, this story was staged after all, so we have to continue. Two years ago, I took another road. There were many roads in this world. Some were connections, some were partitions, some were memories, and some were forgetting. The dark night escaped from the mixed streamer in the distance. It was a difficult problem where to go and where to go. Has everything been set since the birth of the universe? What about my behavior? I am a little upset. The original one is unchanged or becomes pale in front of time and space. Is that right? Should it be like this, I knew that this meager floating night would not give me an answer, just like I asked myself countless times, but I could only wander in a strange circle. People’s involuntary consciousness often suddenly makes you realize what has been lost, but it doesn’t give you a way to recover. Maybe this is to let us understand that the past is irreversible, but what we can’t figure out all the time is just a kind hint: not all of you can understand, and trying to change may be a struggle to some extent. Many people are tired of living, perhaps not for some clear meaning but for cowardice regret in the end, finding that they have gone through a road that they cannot understand. The last generation put their hopes on the next generation, which is always like this. Therefore, people become the transitional person of history. People’s hope is not in themselves, but in the future when they entrust what they can’t see, at least, with their meager hope, they still live, which is a very strange curse, everyone is willing to accept it. Is it like this? This is another mockery without an answer. Therefore, I am still willing to walk, forgetting many meaningless noises. Even though they couldn’t escape, they were gradually willing to feel the connection between footsteps and the land, instead of the meaningless sigh. There is the sound of leaves on both sides of the tree, and the empty night is the broadness that can contain all things, joy or sorrow, drunk or awake, dream or truth, which seems to have dissipated the meaning,: there is no reason to be mad, and dreams are outsiders. It may be too far here, not only for space, but also for people. At that time, I wanted to keep walking like this, and then I forgot myself, but this was just an extravagant demand, after all, the body will be tired, and the tie will eventually be trapped. There is no real selflessness, and it is just a way to escape. Year after year, it was finally passed in chaos. The traces left by time were not like scars. We had to recall the past, which was just a kind of feeling that was hard to say when we looked back. Slight indifference; Fourth, there is no real story here, and there is no actual meaning of existence. It’s just a very natural feeling, forcing to take. The end of one thing means the beginning of another thing. If you can’t let it go, it is tangled, and even this meaning is lost. You can’t stop torturing yourself. In fact, no one can do anything and no one can escape. God is willing to see people put shackles on himself, and then painfully wants to find a way, a way that he can’t see. One by one, people self-directed and performed their own struggles, lost and died into dust. Sometimes I think that the meaning of what I do is just a reason to comfort myself. There is no eternal truth or eternal truth. I feel that my existence seems to be a reliable thing, coming, leaving, going through, chasing hard, having a bitter smile behind, it seems that the deep and heavy shadow makes me suffocated. I have seen all kinds of people, paranoid, dead, smiling and finally flashing in a hurry. They are just passers-, the impression of life is the constant denial of oneself and the doubt of value. The city built by building blocks cannot cover the real wind and rain, earplugs, and can’t escape the slander of rumors. Live cautiously, confirm that you still exist, and make helpless bitter, taste the bitter gall of your heart. I hope that the people I know can be very good. No matter what I experience, I am also fascinated by the tragedy of literature. I don’t want to perform it in reality. There is no bitter wine in a life without tragedy, wine without bitter taste is terrible, so is life without sorrow. Tiredness, long road, dim lights beside the road, moths flying under the lampshade. Striding and walking quietly, one by one, one by one, the wind flowed beside my ears. There was no coolness. I used to be dirty, and I was not picky about it. After all, I was still alive. From one end, I may not be wrong for that end, but I just don’t know where I should be. Suddenly there was an illusion that there was nothing left in a daze when a worm chirped in the grass. I felt that the long distance of that sound seemed to be the existence of forgetting. The lonely singing of the whole night is dedicated to the quiet night, with the lights resting and the boring rest. Looking back again and again, I can’t recall a complete image. More than two months ago, when Garcia Marquez passed away, the young impetuous heart would only set off the trend again. What kind of person was that, without the smell of human body, the bell of Notre Dame de Paris rang, and the bell of worship rang, the mask of hypocrisy was rigidly put on the hateful face. His ugly appearance was hidden in the darkness, and the life of his soul turned into a bell, echoing and lost. The old man said that it seemed to be true when he was old. He accepted that life and death were the last door calmly. He would recall, forget, let go and complain. This was a real person, obstacles are inevitable, and mistakes cannot be forced. Wisdom lies in that you should not take yourself too seriously or take yourself too lightly. You can go down to the dust, but who can see it then, but why do we want someone to see it? Are we wrong, losing our position, but who do you think you should be? Or just another dream. 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. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…