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In the dead of night, the sound of children and the darkness gradually sank. Outside the window, there were occasionally several cicadas, dotted with the silence of the night. Finally, I can throw myself into the sofa and rest the fatigue of the day. At this time, I like to open WeChat lazily, or take a glimpse, or savor the strange movements of these sisters in the WeChat circle. Sisters who are busy with their livelihood every day show their inner beauty here. Some sent a few photos of the scenery of lakes and mountains, recording the moving in her eyes wherever she went. Some were flowers and plants planted in her home, chickens and rabbits raised, and cute pictures, which were really lovable, or birthday party for the elderly, children’s works are displayed, or their feelings about life are written bit by bit, who will sing a tune from time to time. They won’t share too many links, and each link they share must be filtered by their hearts. There are their voices, their hopes and pursuits, time has faded their fickleness. Life and experience have precipitated different styles of amorous feelings. Their wish of returning to peace and tranquility is free and natural. The elderly are healthy and their families are harmonious, children are sensible. This simple life and simple happiness are their common pursuits,. Every time I opened it, there was a little touch. This was a group of women around us who ran four or five. They held several positions, including mother, daughter, wife and daughter-in-law, at the same time, I am busy in the workplace. We met at work in the daytime. We smiled and nodded or shouted a voice of hi from afar. Hello, then we turned back and did our own work. We are always busy, busy at work, hurried home to wash and cook after work, and run a family of people to eat and drink. Everything seems to be so logical and taken for granted. It seems that we are doing the same thing and living the same life every day. Only here can we touch the feeling buried in the bottom of our heart, which seems to have been forgotten in the girlhood in WeChat. Who says women are made of water. It is a perfect metaphor for women. Only through the communication and communication of the soul can we experience the purity, softness, toughness and toughness of women like water. I don’t know how many sisters support half of the family like men. What’s more, they are the lifeblood of the whole family. They are creating the warmth of the family with broad mind and weak hands. The years have permeated them with a Touch of Zen. What they want is just a tender care. I am not obsessed with mobile phones, but I like to visit WeChat every quiet day to touch the beating souls,. Only here can you understand what is a flower, a world, a leaf and a Bodhi. Yes, every life has its own bloom and fragrance. Women are flowers, and women are poems. And these people are beside you. They are your mother, your wife and your sister. Do you know that they also have dreams in their hearts and love beauty. No matter what life is like, they are all working hard and sticking to it. But have you ever appreciated her? Have you read her seriously? I am very touched. I have such a group of WeChat friends. Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) 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…