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This was a busy road. At more than in the summer morning, the sound of the car had already been everywhere, far and near, with ups and downs; Or sprinklers, ambulances, fire engines, all passed by here, and there were also horns criticizing police cars to maintain order, it was so busy that it was difficult to superpose and the neighbors were furious. Even in the late night, there were also big goods which carried coal too much. They screamed strangely and roared. They passed by the city without peace and persecuted those newly-entered residents. Therefore, the number of mental anxiety and mental disorder should increase. The remote dyke roads in the suburb are much more quiet, and the cicadas are dry in normal days. In the rivers covered with green shade, they become an ornament, which reminds the lonely river bank with a little bit of a reminder, to give the men and women walking a little drunk romance, let the dull people who pass by here specially enjoy the leisure time of wandering on the road of summer heat and the coldness of the river, I recalled the sweetness and rare leisure of my childhood nap. Although the Dyke Road is more flat than the road, and there are often mud marks and water traces of summer rain, it also adds the sentiment of stepping across. Everything is more primitive, and even there is the image of thousands of years of bosom friends accompanying. The wind is always drifting, sometimes appears, sometimes without a trace. I don’t know whether the wind lacks love, and there is no news about it in the hot summer, even if its rumored words let the trees in the streets dry up, and let the traffic on the Avenue rise; Whether the wind really lacks sincerity, just stay in the north of Shuo, or just in the flood area, flatter? I speculated the anxiety of the wind and gradually understood the melancholy of the wind. I knew the treacherous and tangled chaos between the soil that day. I pray for the wind in the dark and stuffy corner, and advise my dear people for the coming of the wind. For the coming of the wind, I resist the evil thought of containing the desire to die, the ubiquitous and almost incomparable intrusion. Listen, I heard the prayers from the north and south comrades, I heard the prayers from the European counterparts, and I even heard the faint and bright prayers from the island country that I hated. 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…

Spring

The season is spring, and I am looking for the information of spring in the cold outdoor of northern China. Although spring had been waiting in line, winter didn’t want to leave for a long time, turning the biting indifference into a hard wind like a knife. My head rolled up in the hat of the down jacket and confronted it. In fact, the down jacket which was not too thick implied that the cold had not invaded my body as easily as in the severe winter. Is the wind of this knife the message of spring here? I stepped on the frozen snow. The white and soft falling snow, the tears from the Sunshine blended with the Earth, and the ice and snow embraced each other into a memory that could never be restored. The creaking sound of stepping on it turned into a muffle sound, and the white and pure face was dyed into the color of spotted dog. The pair of winter shoes I wore on my feet looked like a pot of charcoal fire, trying to stop my forward steps. Is this the message of spring here? I walked along the ice of the Lama River in the east of the bridge. The sunshine was no longer hiding in the clouds. I smiled and cast Bright Eyes. The warmth left a gentle kiss on the ice, remove a layer of light from the crystal ice. I opened my hat and listened to the occasional crisp sound when the ice cracked. Is this the message of spring here? I strolled on the railway viaduct and saw an electric motorcycle in front of me. A beautiful woman with long hair rode by, although she was wrapped into a zongzi, but the relaxed eyes were jubilant with confidence to get rid of the cold. Behind him flashed a bicycle and a noisy and deafening agricultural vehicle, which was loaded with bright agricultural machines and tools on the viaduct and swaggered. Is this the message of spring here? I tried to experience the breath of spring here from the information of spring here. Spring is coming, and the spring here will never come upon me. It breeds the long and deep vitality, and is struggling step by step to get rid of the bondage of life, walking solemn and determined. It is not the fragrance of flowers, grass green, resistance, getting rid of, and a kind of life yearning and firmness in the bottom of my heart. The spring here is indeed coming, and the handover is being completed step by step. I warned myself to cherish the spring in the handover and sow the seeds of hard work for the harvest of autumn. Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) 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…