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It is really the end of the year, the TV is playing up, the New Year goods in the neighbor’s house are piled up, and the joy of friends returning home is filled with, which makes me always feel compelled by time, when I was turning the calendar page by page, a large number of snowflakes fell down in the gloomy sky. I always liked the snow. Mei Xue loved both, not only because of their cool beauty, more because of their self-esteem. The topic seems to be too far away, so we ‘d better turn around. Once the dusty memory is opened, there is always a kind of light growth sorrow. That was more than ten years ago, the age of being ignorant of the world. Living with parents in a small yard of about 100 square meters. That was not the place where I played with my companions, and the yard next door was not only big, but also not blocked by walls, so it became the place where we played. It snowed a foot high in winter this year. The colored glaze on the eaves drooped down long, and the cold wind was cold. Adults hid in the house and didn’t want to go out. They didn’t know what the cold I am, ignoring the rising snow, removing the strong dissuade from parents, walking outside like an old lady, and shouting the name of his friend with loud noise. After a while, they walked out from the four neighbors one after another, just like me, their red little faces were rippling with cool joy. We put our hands into the snow to wash our hands and see how the snow slowly melts under the temperature of our hands. We carefully watch their shapes and colors with our palms one after another. We use snow to knead into balls and throw snowballs to each other, after playing all the tricks with the snowstick, we stopped panting and used our intelligence and wisdom, and then came up with a way to play. I suddenly shouted: Why did you forget? We make a snowman? Good! But who will? Everyone looked at each other, and I was also asked. Just pile it up, whatever it is good or bad. Therefore, everyone made snowmen in high spirits. First, they chose the location. Everyone thought of the open space beside the big tree in the yard. Just do what you say, and the little friends pile up as they wish, and they all take care of what their masterpieces are. At the climax of our interest, a stern voice came: What are you doing!? Our hands shivered for a moment, and we were stiff there at the same time, looking at where the sound came from. Uncle Wang was standing there staring straightly. Look at your pile of things. How adverse. Quickly a ruin. Only when we were stunned did we think of seeing our own masterpiece. It turned out that the snowman had become a grave, just like the youth in the grave that we have remembered till now. We couldn’t help being panic. After eliminating the grave three times and five times, we broke up unhappily. Such a cheerful smile and fearless play have never been seen before. Enjoy the snow, it seems to be the first and last time. I will never return after my childhood. After that, she yearned for the snow and thought deeply about the bleak artistic conception of the snow which was extremely cold. When she came, she waited and watched quietly. She thought about it all the time. As she grew older, the craze for her gradually filtered into elegant and extraordinary light, and recalled and imagined her from time to time. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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…

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Life is a scene, sad, crying; Money is a subway, leaving, entering. Yesterday was a beautiful scenery. I forgot when I saw it. Love is a game. I’m tired of playing it. Marriage is a cup of coffee, bitter and sweet. Confusion is a state, anxious, messy. Life is a process, bitter, happy. The journey of life is bumpy and stumbling. Success is always left to persistence, but there are beautiful moments in the ordinary life. In my life, I have experienced despair, pain, grief, pain, struggle and death. Although life brings me too many hardships, don’t care about it or complain too much. If you vent it properly, you won’t think about those sad past events. If you are alone for a long time, you will be tired, lonely and indulged, which means you are a normal person. If you are alone for a long time, you will feel that everything is meaningless, there are too many unfairness in this world, and you will imagine something unrealistic, which also shows that your thinking is still active, but not nervous. If you make a mistake, don’t regret it, because you are a person after all, a person with thoughts, flesh and breath. Don’t keep your past mistakes in mind. You have to let yourself live, let your heart have a gap, let the tired heart out of your heart, bask in the sun and blow the wind. People have to experience love, friendship, kinship, difficulties, pain, despair, hope, abandonment, sarcasm and distrust in their whole life. Temptation, training, comprehension, then marriage and giving birth, combination of a family, and finally Children, rice oil and salt, sour, sweet, bitter and spicy life. At last, I grew old, my old mother left, and my child grew up, and began to live this kind of life again. Looking at life is sometimes like a gust of wind, and looking at life is sometimes like a joke. Looking at life sometimes is like a rain, looking at life sometimes is like a satire. Sometimes life is like a rainbow, sometimes life is like a drama. All this is just the world. Cities composed of three things, characters, buildings and plants have created such a society full of lies, temptations and betraying. We can only turn a blind eye to see nothing. We can only hear one ear after another, when nothing is heard. I think this may be life. 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…