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Originally, I was still thinking about what kind of title should be given to this article. I found that I was so lucky every time, not QQ theme. Tencent just catered to my heart, and I borrowed it without reservation. I remember a netizen once commented on my article, saying that if I had time to think about these things, I might as well do something meaningful, then write an article, this is what I personally think is meaningful, although it is not well written. Teacher Ye Jiaying once said that in fact everyone is a poet and a writer. During the years you have lived, there was a moment when your heart was Poetic. For example, in your joys, sorrows and sorrows, a beautiful word in your heart, that when you record these words in notes, this is poetry, that is the poem you wrote! I fell in love with a person carrying a bag. I began to fall in love with a person. I fell in love with a person to feel the speed of the car. I fell in love with a person watching the flashing scenery by the window, I like to take a pen and a notebook to record every moment’s mood, write my poems and walk my way. Hangzhou is also a city to the south of the Yangtze River, so it is called Jiangnan. When I came here, I had been imagining Recalling Jiangnan. The most memory was Hangzhou, with heaven on the top and Suzhou and Hangzhou verses on the bottom. However, now I am on the scene, although I didn’t like this place completely, I really had to mention its streets. No matter how high the overpass is, it is full of creeper and hanging, and the guardrails on both sides are full of roses, it makes me feel that this city is clean. Generous. And warm. The Broken Bridge, weeping willows, crowds, clear waves, cruise ships and hot sun of the West Lake are also a simple freehand brushwork. Although in such an atmosphere, my heart is calm, I don’t know whether I’m sad or not. I don’t know whether it’s not beautiful here and doesn’t touch me. Or as my colleague said, I don’t have the desire to play at this age. That’s it, I didn’t see the White Lady and Xu Xian, and didn’t hold a long pole in the West Lake, so I left quietly. Quietly, it was not the farewell music, but the beginning of the next story. I dare to say that now anyone who walks out will say a walk-as-you-go trip and plan a route in his heart. Xitang is crowned with a thousand-year-old town and a small bridge. Water. People. Trail. Westerly. It is an inevitable portrayal, and I am the thin horse blown by the West Wind. It seems to be lonely and full, and I was born in the city by water, the water here makes the ancient town as thin and long as a woman, while the water of Phoenix seems a little rough at this moment. In such a quaint street, you must slow down, put aside all distractions and have no distractions. Only in this way can you achieve the purpose of this visit and feel the ancient robes passing through your skin, only in this way can we understand the meaning of the south of the Yangtze River, understand what is the slow rhythm, and smell the ink smell here. On this road, listening to the songs about wandering and love in each bar, passing by everyone and watching everyone’s feelings. In the past, I thought traveling was just the end of eating, drinking, playing, enjoying and thinking. Now I think traveling is not going out, but finding myself back, where to settle down and clean up the lead, because what I have seen is the world, what I have experienced is the story, and what I have experienced is the life, every day you pass by is life, and every collision is practice, so you can understand all the way far away; Meet all the way; Blossom all the way; Surprise all the way; Grow all the way; Next stop, see you again. 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…