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The mountains and rivers, fields, villages and vegetation outside the tall buildings could not reach my eyes, but I could imagine. They have been kept in my memory, active in my thinking and presented in my dream. That was the place where I was born and raised. At the foot of Jincheng mountain, there were beautiful mountains, dense trees and steep slopes. I have measured the length of those ridges with my feet, and I have tested the temperature of the sun with my body, from morning to sunset, from spring and autumn to winter and summer. They have truly accompanied me, trained my physical strength, tested my endurance and tempered my perseverance. They make me unforgettable, they make me dream. Once the pain comes to memory, it becomes sweet. The dribs and drabs of that poor age were like the water that opened the gate. Yuojinggou is my hometown, and Songpo Ridge is the hill behind my house. There are several private plots on the slope. The snakes in the field once held in my hands like squeezing wheat stalks when I was cutting wheat, when there was a feeling of coolness of flesh and meat, the seven souls had lost their spirit. Fortunately, the sun had not set down yet. I shouted out of my soul and called my brother here. With my brother, I wouldn’t be afraid anymore, because he was tough and dared to pass by the big grave mountain which hanged people in the middle of the night, the new House ditch that buried people alive, the newly developed Guanyin Bodhisattva ditch head. These roads I am dare not go alone. Few people in our village dare, and there were also bold people who didn’t believe in evil. It was because they went back home at night after going to the market. When passing the Guanyin Bodhisattva ditch, the ghosts were beaten black and blue, so far, no reason has been found. Therefore, the problem of outlet has been bothering me. I think if one day I walk out of this place, which way will I go home? My house is surrounded by mountains. The smooth rice field in front of the door extends outward to qingyuntang reservoir. There are two roads to go, but I dare not choose those two roads, A liangfengya, which was going to cross xinwugou Dafen Mountain to the red slope beam opposite the reservoir and then climbed over the Sun to rest, went down the mountain, another road heading southeast through the Guanyin Bodhisattva ditch is a narrow road of about ten miles with high mountains in the middle of the canyon on both sides; the route behind the house is from the northeast to the east, where the sun rises to the top of the mountain and then goes down to the north. The Road is rugged, high and dense, and few families, There are often small animals running out of the forest, and they are worried that they will encounter robbers and epilepsy when they pass their heads. They have no choice but to go, I had to stay obediently in that place like a basin to be a frog at the bottom of the well and enjoy myself. In fact, there is nothing wrong with the life of a frog in the bottom of a well. What people live is a mentality, which has nothing to do with money or houses. The terrain surrounded by mountains happens to be as peaceful and warm as a cradle. The Jincheng mountain in the North is like a barrier, blocking the cold wind in winter and warming the people living here; The downwind village and Montenegro extending from north to East keep pace with it, only one exit forehead is left between them. Every time the sun climbs up the Heishan Mountain, the whole village becomes fresh, fresh and lively. The trees on those hills were first favored by sunshine, just like a young girl who had taken a shower wearing a layer of gauze, standing on the stage, pure and elegant. The adults in the village got up, drove the chickens and ducks out of the house, carrying the hoe to the ground; The child got up, narrowed his eyes and led the cattle and sheep up the mountain. Chickens and ducks incited their wings and shook off the dust; Cattle and sheep stretched their necks and sang loudly; Those birds had been chattering for a long time, shuttling back and forth among the branches, the lively and quiet village played the harmonious joy of nature. The poor and backward village lived with simple villagers, who lived on the mountain and ate on the water. Yuojinggou, a place with mountains and water, is just like a paradise. There are flowers in spring, moon in autumn, cool wind in summer and snow in winter. Beauty lies in nature, and everything goes with the flow. People who work at Sunrise and rest at sunset often get together and chat after dinner, which is as lively as a fair. That was the moment I liked. I could relax and do whatever I wanted, especially on summer nights, all sizes in the yard came out. Everyone was talking like a meeting, and the parents of the East and the West were short-lived. The words from all over the world were open, and the Foreign Affairs in ancient and modern times came. My father was good at telling stories, because he was literate and had read a lot of books. His “Xue Rengui’s expedition to the West” impressed me deeply. Although he didn’t remember the specific plot, the name was always unforgettable; my brother can also tell stories. Although I don’t remember what he said, I always appreciate his talent. He is good at farm work and good at reading. It is a pity that the times are not good and he encountered the Great Cultural Revolution, therefore, the future was buried in the cattle-raising field; Other people in the same courtyard would tell ghost stories such as the King of caokou, which were horrible and frightening. They said that they passed the graveyard in the evening, if there was no grass growing on the tomb, It is possible to encounter a ferocious-looking inhuman monster with dishevelled hair, open the big mouth of the blood basin, reveal two teeth which are bigger and longer than the teeth of the dog, suck passers-by into his mouth, and then you can imagine what happened later. I was very scared when listening to ghost stories. When I heard someone talking about it, my back felt numb. I quickly moved the small bench to the middle of people’s circle; Listening to ghost stories was very exciting and gave me endless imagination, imagine the ghost king when passing by the grave, and the image of passers-by lost his soul was also in his mind. Many years later, I didn’t see the tomb which didn’t grow grass, nor did I hear rumors like who met the king of caokou. It can be seen that those words were totally nonsense. Life at that time was monotonous, but full of human feelings. Adults gathered together to set up a portal array. Children played crazily in the yard dam. Fighting and peddling were regular programs. Singing and reciting were occasionally recalled. It was poetic to catch fireflies in the field in summer night, it is very cool to catch the moon in the well. It is challenging to catch a mountain mouse in the bamboo forest. In the bamboo forest next to the House, the mountain mouse always plays dissonant sounds there. It is annoying to quarrel and wants to shoot it to death, it was just that the smell of the mountain was bad, but the most worrying thing was to let it bite back. Fortunately, such a thing had never happened. The time of leisure and entertainment is always short. Although the children are in high spirits, they have to leave one after another with their parents. One year’s time ended in the alternation of day and night, and one year’s time passed away in reading and farm work. Year after year, I felt that going to school was the most beautiful thing. When I was tired of work, I went to school to have a rest. When I was tired of study, I went home to do farm work. My brain and physical strength took turns to learn knowledge and exercise, what is bitter is just the uninterrupted physical work during summer and winter vacations. Now I miss that time a little, I feel that I can enjoy the beauty given by nature by shuttling through the mountains, and I feel that I can experience the simple mutual help and neighborhood feelings by living in the village, I felt that living in a farm could fully enjoy the care of my father and brother. At that time, life was bitter but full of hope. Reading hope holiday, holiday a hope reading, busy hope Slack, a year most wish for the new year. Carrots and Mimi are sweet. Seeing that the new year is coming, kids want to eat meat, but dad has no money. Children’s songs express the helplessness and bitterness of life, and the charm of New Year grows secretly in children’s hearts. During the Spring Festival, every family cooks New Year’s Eve dinner. The fragrance of roast pig’s skull and pig’s tail spreads everywhere, and the village is filled with strong smell of new year. Take a deep breath, then take a deep breath, ah, it’s really fragrant! The saliva was going to flow out. When the ancestors set off firecrackers, the whole family sat around a table or several tables in a yard. It was lively and cheerful, harmonious and harmonious, the sweet and warm pictures are fixed into the true portrayal of folk life. 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. 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That morning, I went to the street to hang out and bought some daily necessities by the way. Near noon, I took a shortcut around the alley to go home. Tricycle was parked in the alley. An old couple squatted on the roadside selling muskmelon. The green and fresh muskmelon looked very attractive, which made me stop to watch, put it in my hand and put it in front of my nose, then I smelt the special sweet smell, which reminded me of the melon and fruit involved by the Vine beside my mother’s vegetable garden when I was a teenager, so I wanted to buy some home to taste. When the dark and thin old man saw that I wanted to buy melons, he told me that the old couple were in good health, and their children and grandchildren were living their own good life. They didn’t need the old couple to look after their grandchildren any more, and they couldn’t help themselves, the wasteland was opened at the door, the vegetable field was not small, and the vegetables could not be eaten up, so we planted muskmelon with a little place beside the vegetable changou, which was to prepare the family members to eat, unexpectedly, the yield was unexpectedly high. Apart from giving food to their sons and grandchildren and tasting by neighbors, there were many more. The old couple came together. It was a pity that they were rotten. It was better for the old couple to sell tricycles one by one, it’s cheaper for everyone to eat. Farmers think it is not a pity to eat the planted things, and it is a sin to spoil them. While listening to him, I stretched out my hand to pick up some bags and said that after paying the money, the old lady next to the old man pushed over a large bag of blooming masts, the white petals and green leaves were stained with glittering dew, and the unique fragrance covered the fragrance of muskmelon. The old lady said, “there is a large mast flower beside the vegetable field, there is a large area of white flowers in every season, and the neighbors at the door can’t pick up the flowers without the masts, It happened that the muskmelon at home could not be eaten up, but it was a pity that it was rotten. The old couple had nothing to do at home, so they sold the muskmelon out. When the old man went to the vegetable garden to pick muskmelon, the old lady went to pick up two big convenient bags of masts and put them on the tricycle. If anyone who bought melons liked them, she could take some home casually. People who pass by without buying melons can take it if they are willing. While nagging, the old lady grabbed the mast flower and put it into my convenient bag, saying: take it home and put some water in the bottle, put it inside and put it on the table, it will be very fragrant. I said: so many, can also be sold. The old couple smiled, with a simple and even shy look, and said: We farmers are looking for money in the soil. After all, muskmelon is the seed they bought, and it takes a lot of effort to pull out the grass and finish the vines, it was a pity that my family couldn’t finish eating it, so I pulled it out and sold it. The masts grew by the vegetable garden many years ago. It rained and seedlings grew in the soil. We didn’t care about it and had no capital, don’t sell it, give it to others, give it to the person who buys melons. Carrying the sweet and cheap muskmelon I bought, holding the mast flower presented by the old couple, watching their wrinkled dark but cheerful smiling faces, I seem to see more amiable and respectable old people, and feel the vicissitudes and hardships of their whole life. However, although they are old now, they are healthy and open-minded. In fact, they use their eyes to stare at their faces, and use their hearts to feel their simplicity. They will definitely not say the words of giving roses to others and leaving lingering fragrance in their hands, but because their hearts are filled with gratitude for life, the world and others. Thanks to gratitude and contentment, they happily sent the fragrance to many people who were more comfortable than them but had been groaning without illness. Their health and smiles are the most beautiful and fragrant flowers in the world. 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Finally, the doctor also said I was…

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I am depressed and sad all day long. I do some dreamy things and hope to become a dazzling star one day. This is me, the real me. Self-help, repay parents, fight with lights at night, hope to ascend the pole and overlook everything. This is me, the real me. I am sisters and I were inseparable, but they also entangled and tortured each other. Sometimes, I got the upper hand of the former. Therefore, he saw the sadness in his parents’ eyes, the anger in his teacher’s eyes, and the laughter in his classmates’ eyes. That kind of smile brought some ridicule and taunt. Make him uncomfortable, make him painful. Sometimes, I got the upper hand of the latter. At this time, what he saw was not the outsiders, but his inner pride and complacency. In the former, I said in a ghostly way: it must be me who will occupy my heart next time. While the latter I had already been followed by complacency. Seeing the former I invaded my inner territory step by step, I forgot to resist. The saddest thing in the world is that it is not that you are incapable of success, but that you are obviously capable of seeing yourself go to failure. I hate the former, but what can I do? Life is still going on, everything is still growing. I am eager for the latter me, but what reason do I have? You can’t get what you deserve, and you can’t lose what you deserve. The morning sun rises every morning. When the first ray of sunshine shines on my face, I will smile sweetly. I knew that at this time, I of the latter had occupied a large area in my heart. Although the former still floats somewhere in my heart, what about this? Message: I believe that high school students face the pressure of entering a higher school and the helplessness of exam-oriented education. There are two me in their hearts. One thought that he didn’t hear anything outside the window, and the other read only the holy books. And another one is that I disturb my mood from time to time. But as long as the heavenly balance of dreams exceeds the heavenly balance of dreams, we will succeed. Remember: Tsinghua University students are not much smarter than us, but how much more they have paid than us. Just as Jiang Fangzhou said: the third year of high school is a sports meeting. We will try our best to reach the finish line. Signature: Zhang Mengqing QQ:2484623680 Zan (prose editor: dripping ink into injury) 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…