Low eyebrow

Maybe because it is a woman, she always likes to face the world with a light mood, like the light fragrance, light color, like to show people with a light smile, even music also likes the light melody, in this life, I only hope to be a light woman, not flaunting, not indulgence, with a cloud and water zen heart, shallow and shallow. ——- Inscription low eyebrows, be a light woman, with a quiet mind, build hedges and plant Chrysanthemum, flowers, grass and poetry in your own world. Fish farming, shrimp farming, and temperament. Stitch, lead, embroider a curtain of colorful dreams. A light woman, like poetry and painting, her artistic conception is like a fairy, like a dream, without the breath of fireworks in the world. Her words and talks don’t cause dust, and the wind is light and the clouds are light. She can always downplay those troubles that stumble. The wind and frost of the world could not be engraved on her heart. The warmth and coldness of human feelings could not erode her connotation. Low eyebrows and a shallow smile made all the obstacles relieved. Light Woman, calm, calm, not arrogant, not impatient, there are thousands of tender feelings of water, flowing and free and easy with clouds, between low eyebrows and eyes, is calm and calm shallow smile, like the spring of summer, fresh and comfortable, like the warm sun in winter, it makes people feel warm. The light woman exudes the nature of mountains and rivers in her soul, and her temperament includes the elegance passing through the Tang style and Song poetry, which makes people linger and sigh with amazement when they raise their hands and feet. Light women don’t pursue prosperity, compare with luxury cars and mansions, be content with light days, enjoy the leisure of time in a cup of tea, enjoy the quietness of time in a flower, listen to the wind, enjoy the rain and keep your own clear sky with a cloud and water meditation heart. The light woman, who knows the content, is always happy and takes care of her small home with ease. Although there is no luxury decoration, the cleaning is clean and clean without dust. A few clear windows, I am happy, and my family is comfortable. A pot of flowers and a bunch of grass are scattered and interesting. A light woman, embroidered a picture of home and everything to decorate the wall, but also decorate the family’s heart, embroidered a picture of more than every year to describe the expectations, but also good luck. Embroider a picture of love to convey the true meaning of love to the heart of your lover forever. Light Woman, Upper Hall, lower kitchen. The hall is neither humble nor overbearing, and unyielding to flatter, talking frankly, speaking without arrogance and impatience. It’s enough to stop, doing things without illness and doing what you can, passionate but not blind, calm but not indifferent, which tells the big truth, I can also control my small emotions. The light woman has a generous mind and doesn’t care about the trivial gains and losses. She is smart in big things and muddled in small things. When she should turn a blind eye, she will never worry about her mother-in-law. When it is time to argue, it is absolutely impossible for a man to be the one. A light woman, who reads and tastes tea in her spare time, cultivates her sentiment in the aroma of books, has a Tibetan ink in her chest and a refined spirit of poetry and calligraphy in her belly. A woman who is full of poetry and books raises her hands and raises her feet, it gives off a faint Literary fragrance, full of connotation and charm. A light woman can use pen and ink to render her mood and sublimate her soul’s cultivation. When she starts writing and drops ink, it is the leisure feeling of appreciating flowers and blooming, the calm and calm of watching clouds and clouds, and the honor and disgrace of watching tides and tides, the moon is free and easy without the moon. A light woman, full of poetic, tender like water, her lips and teeth talk elegant. She planted clouds between her eyebrows, and the wind came, the Willow Man danced, the rain came, the willow covered, and she couldn’t fall into her heart. In this way, she would be calm, calm, calm, you will walk leisurely in the world of mortals. A light woman, like a lotus flower, comes out of the silt without being dyed, does not associate with the secular world, and keeps a free and happy heart. Light women are as beautiful and refined as orchid flowers. With a kind of nobility from soul, they exude the elegance of cynicism and Orchid. Light women are like chrysanthemum, not competing with flowers for spring, although they are not graceful and beautiful, but it has the backbone of despising the frost. A woman with connotation is a book that makes people fondle admiringly, reading her charm, her connotation, her elegance, every kind of beauty that comes out from her bones, they are full of years, graceful and romantic, and edify every sunrise and sunset. The light woman is a mystery that people can’t figure out. Her wisdom, her aura and her heart are all the wind that can’t be figured out through the ages. They are all the rainbow after the rain, beautiful, coquettish, but like a dream. Text: Falling red dust laughing like smoke QQ;1483563655 praise (prose editor: Shu Kuang) spring’s snow elimination 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…

A tree

The bird flew from the forest here to the tree there, and suddenly bent the slender treetop. It was tepid to walk to such a field in July, without the passion of May. After all, it was calm. When the cicadas were ringing behind you, did your Heart Lake have waves? This morning, I saw the golden cicada shedding on the green grass leaves, which was as fresh as the one lying on the silk cotton tree ten years ago. I had been guarding the silky cotton forest that summer. I hurried to check every morning and picked off the armor of cicadas with the fragrance of soil. They climbed trees one after another, took off their armor one after another, and put them into my baskets one after another. The cicadas resounded through every cool Midsummer Night’s Dream, which bothered every afternoon’s sunshine. When I sat under the eaves, I could hear the singing beside the house. The unhurried rhythm and the undiminished pitch would definitely make people thinking about things upset, but it would be better for me to be an idler. Sometimes I couldn’t help looking at it in the bushes. My palm was carefully bent into a bow shape. I slapped it down and caught it slowly. I was clever enough to fly to the higher treetop, and I didn’t know whether it was panic or complacent, sing more happily. It is said that only males can sing, which can attract females. If you can scream, just pinch its body and watch it fluttering its wings, buzzing; If you don’t scream, just look at the transparent wings and feel boring. When I was a child, I liked to pinch off one of its wings and let it fly stumbling for a while, then pick it up and continue to fly. This vicious method was very popular in those years. I finally got retribution. I should have sat quietly in front of the stove to burn the fire. When my friends shouted, I couldn’t help leaving the fire to my mother and catching cicadas with them. We passed through the green corn field and ran to the silky cotton forest over there. The hot sunshine was discarded by us. Just beside the Stone Ridge built in Tian tou, I hit the black stone with my foot stepping on the air, with a big cut on my chin and bleeding. At last, I sewed six stitches on my chin, leaving the same marks as cicada legs. Later, Zijue told me that he also had such a story. One afternoon he sat in front of the window to write, and a cicada flew in from the open window, circling around the room, but could not fly out. He caught the poor guy and saw it lying on the newly written words, thinking that this little thing could understand his poems. So I was excited and became friends with it wishfully. In order to find it conveniently, Zijue tied a red rope on its leg and let it drag the red rope flying around the room, playing the monotonous song crazily. Every time Zijue finished writing a new poem, he asked it to lie on the words and read his own verses. The friend who was forced to catch disappeared without a trace with the red rope. Zijue didn’t find it, and searched all the trees around. He asked me to catch cicadas with red ropes to him in the future. I laughed at him for being silly. Cicadas could not live for a summer at all. Yes, Chan couldn’t live for a summer. He murmured, opened the beige page and wrote down this sentence conveniently. I have lived twenty more summer than cicada, but I haven’t left the golden armor, nor have I ever sung for even one summer with vitality. Or so silently alive, eventually so silently die, many a summer of cicadas buried my dream? I also remembered those cicadas that had been accumulated for the whole summer, and a large bag of folding fans that had not been exchanged day and night. Finally, only a few popsicles were exchanged, and all of them turned into red, green and green water when they were brought home. Drinking sweet water and listening to the complicated cicadas, we are also satisfied. I caught a cicada again, tied a red rope on its leg, and let it fly into the silky cotton forest to see if it could take me back to the summer full of cicadas on the treetop. 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…

A curtain

A curtain of dreams on the bus this morning, there were not many people, but there were no seats left. As soon as I got on the bus, I found a slightly empty territory and stood up, looking out of the window bored: outside the window, the drizzle was misty. Trees, houses and people in the distance were all covered in the drizzle, like a layer of gauze. Inside the window, it was extremely quiet, as if the people in the car hadn’t recovered from the black and sweet dreamland. All of a sudden, a faint music sounded. At first, I thought whose phone rang. But this music has been sung repeatedly and softly for many times. Suddenly realize that this is not a ringtone, but someone is listening to a song consciously. Listening with breath, I heard that music was a familiar song called a curtain of deep dreams by people of our age: I have a curtain of deep dreams, and I don’t know who I can share? How many secrets are in it, and no one can understand the complaint. It was deeply exposed outside the window, and the fallen flowers became tombs tonight. Spring came and went without a trace, leaving only a curtain of deep dreams and sorrows. The lingering music kept circling around the beam in the huge space, I was also intoxicated by the melodious music. A sudden brake woke up the people in the car, but the music didn’t stop and continued to drift out from an invisible corner. Who can understand my feelings, who will be tender, if you can know each other and meet each other, a curtain of deep dreams in such a misty morning, what kind of person will the owner of playing such a music in this situation be? I can’t help paying attention to it with great interest. I looked over with the music leading the way, and my sight stayed on the back of a strange man, from his shallow flat head, black clothes, the burly figure judged that the music owner was about thirty years old. He was so young that he actually liked such a sentimental music. What resonance would he have in his heart? What kind of confused dream should he have, and how should he look forward to a person who can share a curtain of deep dreams with him? The rain outside the window was still lingering underground, covering trees and houses in the distance, as well as people and Hearts nearby. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

After Will

How many thoughts are running around in the bleak autumn wind, and the gradually cooler temperature cannot convey a concern. I don’t know whether you have grown up now and whether you can accept this slight cold with your strength? Perhaps, I have been lonely for too long, and I have stored too much enthusiasm in my heart. Perhaps, it has been suppressed for too long, and I always want a warm companionship in my heart. When you were alone and met my self-pity, I knew that I had an indissoluble bond with you. The yellow mouth, brown feathers and a pair of watery eyes evoke the silent softness in my heart. The sunshine in late autumn had already lost the warmth of summer, and mottled scattered in front of the window. The eyes were fixed on the blooming jasmine flower in front of the window, staring at it for a long time, as if I saw your shadow again, no, I saw you. I once put you in this potted flower and let you practice flying one after another, seeing you look at the height of the flowerpot with a timid probe, it is joyful and even distressed to see you fall to the ground with wings spreading and edges. Seeing you fly farther and braver each time, I happily held you in my hand, touched your feathers and said to you, “Well done, come again. At that time, my mood was so tangled that I was looking forward to your learning to fly quickly, and I was afraid that you had learned to fly. Every time I watched you fly far away, happiness and worry surged into my heart. I like it very much, watching you jumping around quietly, from the corner of the wall to the table, from the door to the window, your weak figure, chirping, I left too many happy memories in the small room. I have seen thousands of beautiful scenery, but at this moment, you are the most beautiful in my eyes. This summer in my life is more beautiful because I met you. Take you to and from work every day. The spare time at work is no longer boring. Hold you in your hand, insert some pieces of bread and steamed bread with a toothpick, and send them to you. You peck hard into your mouth, looking up and slowly swallowing, I always feel soft and gratified. I stroked your feathers with my fingers, called your baby, and said something irrelevant to you. During the days I stayed with you, the clock went so fast that it seemed that I hadn’t had time to play with you well. The bright morning in the morning had turned into the dusk when the sunset fell into the center of the lake. Love, sometimes selfish, always wants to keep you around with reluctant reasons. Reluctant to let go, it’s not that you don’t want to return your freedom, but the happy time with you, your intoxicating heart voice, your graceful beating, your clean and transparent eyes, all brought me infinite happiness and joy. In this thin and Cool World, only when I am with you, the joy from the inside out does not need to be modified. Smile, happy, no perfunctory, no farfetched. In the end, the worry when you learn to fly still comes. I know that there is a kind of love called letting go. No matter how much you are reluctant to give up, you have to fulfill your freedom. Watching you return to the nature, you will jump happily. The sadness you don’t want to give up will be replaced by comfort. Only by letting you return to your world, it is the best love for you. Your low-flying image became our separate scenery. Looking at your brown figure in the red, fat, green and thin flowers, a wisp of bitterness at the corners of your mouth unconsciously turned into a smile. There is no constant banquet in the world, and no matter how many unwillingly can’t keep the time in a hurry. In the depth of the season, the excitement of blooming flowers can not be left. The corner of the journey, the north and south, the West and the East that can not merge the footsteps, accompany a journey, leaving a happy process in the depth of memory, making happy, happy, they are all condensed into a pair of colorful landscape paintings. At a certain moment in life, you can open your memory and let your mind travel in the green mountains and rivers. You can see the green mountains and rivers, and the wind and smoke are beautiful, sky high yun kuo accommodate the lifestyle, still waters run deep dilution the earthly Frost, leaving a tranquil in heart. Let the dust of life disappear in the beautiful silhouette of the past, and the flowers of memory are fragrant all the way. 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…

Appreciate

Fu Sheng is only suitable for the old, and the snow is full of Chang’an Road. My old friend raised the platform early in the evening and gave me a plum in spring in Jiangnan. This song “Yu Meiren. Send to the public” is a sentimental word given by Song Shu Dan to friends. Words in describes Lotus fall day water, Twilight Lakeshore with the wind. The two swallows flying apart were soaring against the cold cloud, and the lyricist climbed on the east side of the small building alone, leaning against the handrail and staring silently. Then, the lyricist wrote that life was short, and the past days were bitter. I was obsessed with drinking for a long time. In a flash, heavy snow permeated qionglou Yuyu, and the ancient roads in the capital were covered with silver. Friends who are far away will miss me from time to time. They will climb the high platform and stare at me in the light cold and cold morning and snowy night, looking forward to sending me a plum blossom with spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River! How can the words and phrases of such a mixed scene not let people fall in love and be intoxicated with it! The author uses clear and graceful words, full of charm, combination of virtual and real, and full of true feelings, which fully reflects the author’s artistic ability and is extremely beautiful! Beautiful words, beautiful articles and all beautiful things can give people the enjoyment of beauty. However, the premise is that we should learn to appreciate and appreciate, so that beauty can enrich our life. Appreciation is a kind of indifference, a kind of innocence and purity beyond narrowness, jealousy, greed and gain and loss, a kind of generosity and kindness, and a kind of cultivation and grace, it is a kind of quality and self-restraint. When you learn to appreciate and appreciate, it itself is a kind of beauty, a charm of elegant personality and true love. The beautiful artistic conception of life exudes fragrance in leisure here. If you are indifferent and quiet in the hustle and bustle of chariots and horses, if you are in the midst of trifles, if you are in the midst of daily work, you can have a piccolo running water together when spring comes, and you can let it fall red. Busy in busy pumping a cloud water around Zen, Lotus Pond get night, Yin reward floor pear snow. Maybe you don’t have a BMW car or a beautiful mansion, but you can have a common heart. Once you bend the moon in the West Building, a wisp of pine music may aesthetically beautiful all the past and enchanted the whole future! Live in the moment seriously, look at the world with a pair of beautiful eyes, decorate the world with a pair of beautiful palms, and look at the world with a heart of beauty. Appreciating beauty is a kind of feeling. Let us surpass ourselves with love, broaden our mind with love, cleanse our hearts with love, cultivate ourselves, learn more and more, and lose our lives, when you lose yourself, everything in the world will be the beautiful scenery you appreciate. If you like it, you can appreciate it, cherish it, respect it, and let the so-called envy, jealousy and hate disappear outside the cold river with the spring breeze and rain! (Author: dianxingchen once used the pen name: come back after stepping on flowers) praise (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) spring’s snow elimination 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…

Personal

So poor? Of course, they also have their own basic quality of life, but the quality of life for personal needs is different. It is not that the poor do not pay attention to the quality of life. Life, personal quality, such as image, when you go out, you can change clean clothes, tidy up your hairstyle, clean your shoes, carry your shoulder bag and feel good about yourself, which is a kind of quality that you pursue. Life, when cooking, although it is a vegetarian dish, it is also very elaborate. It matches the color of the good dish to make the most delicious taste and cook the food that you think you like, with all kinds of colors and tastes, this is a quality of your own taste. In life, everyone has the habit of being clean, such as tidying up the room. Even if it is a rental house, the room will be tidied up spotlessly and orderly. When wiping the floor, there will be a hair thread, A melon seed Peel will not be ignored. From the bed, to the table, to the ground, it must be clean, giving yourself a very comfortable feeling, which is a kind of quality required by your cleanliness. In life, everyone has his own expertise, hobbies and precious time. Of course, I will make full use of my time to do whatever I like to do, at least I think that this day is full, not wasted day by day, which is my own concept and quality of time. In life, people often say that you can’t be free all day long. When it comes to work, you don’t expect yourself to be a high-level leader or get rich salary. Sometimes this idea will become an extravagant hope, therefore, I only need a plain job. As long as I have a good mood at work, I think it is more important than anything else. I can be intimate with my colleagues, talk nothing, fight with each other, and be happy. That’s all, this is a kind of quality of my work. Maybe most people will be completely different from my concept and quality, but I think a person, be a true self, not hypocritical, kind, kind, sincere, at the very least, it is the real self, and the quality it possesses is also the most basic life quality of being a human being, which is enough. 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…

Mother

It is close to the end of the year, and even many places in the south where snow is rarely seen are affected by heavy snow. Some people call this winter the coldest winter in history. The outdoor is ice and snow, a Looks White. Sitting in the warm room, looking at the confused world of ice and snow outside the window, I thought of my mother and mother again. The New Year is coming, and the winter comes and goes is another cycle. I wonder if you are living well this year? A few days ago, I went to the old house and opened the door. The first thing I saw was the tricycle accompanying you for many years under the pergola and the pile of firewood that you piled up occupied more than half of the pergola space. Because no one took care of it for a long time, the tricycle was rusty. And the firewood pile was still neatly stacked except for some spider webs on the surface. Standing in front of the firewood pile, I have already been tearful. These small pieces of wood cut by your axe are like crafts one by one, with the same length, neat and square, sharp edges and corners, passing through the hazy tears, I seem to see your busy figure again. Each piece of firewood is cut and placed by yourself. Your sweat, your breath and your mark are left on each piece of firewood. Although you have left us for nearly five years, but we have always kept the original appearance of woodpile, and no one has ever touched it. Not long ago, someone wanted to buy this pile of firewood, but we refused, because in our eyes, it had already surpassed the meaning of firewood itself, it carries our most direct concerns and thoughts about you, and in a sense, it has become a spiritual sustenance in our sisters’ hearts. In the past, when you came home in winter, you were always afraid that we would be frozen. Although the fire in the room was booming, you still needed to put in a few firewood to make the fire more prosperous. When we opened the door, the surging heat wave made us feel warm when we stepped into the house from the outside of the ice and snow. The firewood in the stove crackled, the teapot on the stove was steaming, and the smell of burning potatoes and roasted sweet potatoes drifted in the room. After many years, I often remembered the steaming hot, sweet and delicious sweet potatoes and potatoes are still fragrant with endless aftertaste. These scenes have been deeply engraved in my mind for a long time, becoming the most deeply rooted memories of home in my subconscious mind. I don’t know how my old mother rode a tricycle to transport those tree roots back home, and then chopped and sawed them one by one, which formed such a huge firewood pile over time, what an arduous project it should be. As our sisters got married one after another, the living conditions in the family have also been greatly improved. We also tried to take our mother to live in the city, but we have been used to the rural life, unable to bear the imprisonment and bondage of reinforced concrete, he insisted on returning to the regimental yard in less than a year. Since then, we have repeatedly dissuaded her from having a good rest and not picking up and chopping the roots of the tree. However, the mother who was used to working promised us verbally, but she still supported me behind her back. I learned from my neighbor that even before getting sick and being hospitalized, my mother was still picking up crops by tricycle and still chopping firewood. Until now, I have always doubted whether my mother’s illness is caused by overwork? Every time when such an idea comes into being, the feeling of guilt will tightly control me, and then I will fall into deep self-accusation and cannot help myself. Stepping on the snow without knees, we came to my mother’s grave again. Mom, we come to see you again. According to your preference, we brought your favorite tangerine, banana, candy and pastry, specially stewed meat and eggs without spicy flavor, and the Sichuan snacks brought to you by your granddaughter thousands of miles away are the same as those brought back home for the Spring Festival. Put the new year’s goods one by one, take up the glasses, and we will bless the mother of heaven for the new year together and chat with you, talk about the past of this year and the plans for the new year, and talk about the growth and learning of the grandchildren you care about; Talk about your familiar neighbor mother, and don’t know whether the world you live in is the same as the world, four Seasons Greeting sent, New Year endless? Is there any cold and ice? Do you have a warm fire to keep warm in the winter when snow blossoms fly? In the cold wind, we lit the firecrackers of the Spring Festival and the money we brought to you, hoping that this electrooptic artillery full of human fireworks could be like the firewood you added to warm us in those years, to dispel the cold and send you warmth. May this piece of paper money flying with butterfly bring our deep thoughts and blessings to you. Mom, happy new year. 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…