In fact, nothing to do is more boring and empty. The choice of what kind of job is sometimes not what you want, but what you need for your life. Daring to choose it is another matter. Don’t let the bland life indulge your talents.   Life itself is like the tender water, colorless, tasteless, flat and light, clear and pure. When we mix our feelings into the water, the water becomes mixed and life becomes complicated. When more and more feelings are involved, water becomes more and more mixed and life becomes more and more complicated. In the face of prosperity and bustle, in the face of material desire and power desire, in the face of cynicism, who can have a soft and pure heart?? Greed, selfishness and mischievous thoughts make people lose themselves in strange neon lights.     When colorful dreams break up, it is time to return to real life. There is no absolute definition of what is success and what is failure.. Those who have a successful career do not necessarily live happily, and those who have no career do not necessarily live unhappily.. Reality is always cruel, full of lies and betrayals, but also full of competition. Many people always like to believe that lies and betrayals are false, when lies and betrayals are true after all. Always like competition is fair, when competition is fair, no one can say for sure.     Why, ask yourself too much why, why is our life always full of lies, betrayals, hypocrisy, unfair competition, boredom, interests and desires for power?? Too many, too many why. Why, too many why, is this the way of life? Listen, recall, review yourself and write your troubles on the beach. Listen quietly to the voice of nature, silently recall your past happiness and troubles, earnestly review your gain and loss mentality, and then write your troubles on the soft beach so that the sea can wash them away. ‘ All things are created in the heart.” We are lost and lost because our hearts are filled with worldly thoughts, no clear heart, no meditation at all. We can’t understand what we are doing and what we want. In a material society, it is impossible to ask for nothing but to lose yourself in the process of seeking it..     Zen poetry says, ” Put green seedlings in the fields with your hands, lower your head and see the sky rising, with peace of mind and body as the way, and retrogression turned out to be” peace of mind as the way, no desire as the way, no desire as the way, no desire as the calm, and peace of mind as the way. ”.     When I hope, I always think about one thing or another. Think before, think now, too. In the counter-current life, the search for the ultimate is only a cycle. It is a mistake to regard hope as fantasy in my mind. I have had a lot of hope or an arrogant thought, all of which died in the struggle of my mind.. In fact, each of us should firmly control our dreams, not hesitate. Hope is the beginning of success.     ‘ A person’s achievements in life will not exceed what he thinks.” This is a very general truth. A person who does not even dare to think about his own future is far from achieving anything. The reason for mediocrity is that there is no thought. Try to think, that is afraid of fantasy. After full consideration, I believe that Fu Zhu’s action will achieve twice the result with half the effort.. Action can only take the shortest path to success under the guidance of correct thinking. I have thought about many problems, some of which have come true and some of which have been illusory. What I couldn’t think of was never just looking at its back and walking away. The birth of many great things in reality was conceived in thinking, so positive thinking and serious thinking.     In fact, nothing to do is more boring and empty. The choice of what kind of job is sometimes not what you want, but what you need for your life. Daring to choose it is another matter. Don’t let the bland life indulge your talents. Choosing a career may not be stable, or may be in danger of starvation, but one cannot retreat because of fear.. Giving up the choice is tantamount to giving up the opportunity to pursue.     Faith is a kind of faith in your heart, lighting up the lamp of your heart. When you are confused and confused, faith will guide you out of the confusion and confusion and go forward bravely.. Faith is the beacon of life. When you drive in the boundless sea, faith points out the direction for you to move forward.. Faith is a spiritual force that will always inspire you to never slacken off. Ask the world, do you have any worries, there must be; Do you have a goal? There must be one. There are only near and far points. Do you have any faith, then you don’t have to. If not, please establish it quickly. Without faith, you will be confused, you will be lost, and you will be lost in the complexity..[ Responsibility Editor: Yi Er[ Original ]


Tomorrow, my son will officially enter the park. Recently, he often said that he would eat dumplings. Today, at noon, as he wishes..     Slightly dusty, the lingering boredom came into the house, only to see him and his mother busy and happy in the kitchen. He stood high on the board, touching all hands to knead dough, shouting at me and excitedly reporting on his creation.. I quickly washed my hands and answered. Flushing water flowed briskly between my fingers, looking back at this clean hall and listening to the laughter from the kitchen. When I walked over, I saw that my son had already wrapped up more than 20 pieces. He asked me to count how many pieces he had already made. I said, how good do you remember yourself? That’s too much; I can’t remember, too much! I still have ten minutes to broadcast the news, so I quickly grabbed a handful of coriander from the plastic bag, cooked it and let my wife taste it. I’ll do the rest of the work..     At this time, if my mother knew about the situation of cooking in our family and heard our jokes, she would stand behind us calmly or quietly push the door and sit on a wide sofa in the living room and then gently touch her grandchild’s forehead or cheeks.. That is how fascinating the behavior, to be pleased with the smile? My wife knew the happiness of the family and could not see that I had swept away the dust outside. She just smiled and watched us eat, pushing dumplings in front of us, whispering to her son from time to time, and then whispering to me as if whispering among three close friends under the eaves of rain or hot sun.. The son ate a dozen dumplings, lifted his clothes and patted his belly, then jumped into his bedroom and looked at the bulge of his belly in the mirror.. As soon as I changed my old urge on him to eat, I was afraid that he would break his intestines and stomach and advised him to eat less and eat more when he added meals..     I have become vague. When I sit in front of the panel and crush the dough, whether the four members of our family sit together is a meeting every year when my mother comes back to her family. They are women, laughing and wrapping dumplings in their hands. The whole plate of dumplings, graceful and beehive – like, fell into the steaming pot in batches, from sinking to floating, rolling through the river and swimming in the sea under the impetus of the iron spoon.. Folklore seems foolish and wise, and has remained unchanged for thousands of years..     When I was young, I didn’t think dumplings were delicious, but I thought there was too much trouble from preparation to production and then to other things.. Every time my mother worked enthusiastically, she got my complaints. It was not until the years of flooding, the complicated and complicated instructions of things, the mother’s grief passed away, and she had to enjoy the happiness of the family, that she gradually understood the flavor of eating dumplings at the festival, and gradually realized that the taste of family affection and reunion was completely mixed in the bowl of dough and gathered in the sticky and inclusive skin of a page..     The dead are dead, so do more work for the living and give more energy. When a member of the family, who wants to eat dumplings, we can squeeze out time. We might as well have a game version of the big fight, scoop up the water of the source of life, add five flavors to the basin to blend, nourish it with the mixture of plants and animals, ignite the seven-color fire from the sun, and make the unique Chinese delicacies and auspicious life.. The essence of nutrition, hidden and hidden, has a long history.     The wife fished out the dumplings from the hot pot, only to find a rotten one. She sighed and said, Alas, the skin is too thin to be wrapped. But the son of the food watcher next to the record, flashing his raven eyes, said, ” Mom, it’s dumplings too comfortable, it laughs.”.


Yesterday, I brushed my microblog and saw a report that a newspaper officially closed its publication in 2016. The report said that it would continue to serve the public through the internet media in the future because of the impact of digital media and media and the decline of paper media.. Raised his head to think about it, seems to be the case, how long has it not been since he bought a newspaper at the newsstand? How long has it been since I booked a newspaper? It’s been a long time, hasn’t it. Remember when I was a child, at the beginning of each year, my father would go to the post office to get back a large stack of orders. I took a pencil and searched my favorite newspapers and periodicals one by one. I was so excited that I scratched a lot of them. I was frightened by my father and repeatedly exclaimed how much it would cost.. However, my father believed in the value of money and priceless knowledge, so he connived at me and helped me subscribe to my favorite newspaper. I subscribe most often to the regulations of the monthly magazine of story composition and the draft of the juvenile literature and history newspaper, as well as to the regulations of scientific exploration and so on.. Then I calculated and looked forward to the day when the newspapers and periodicals were delivered. I picked up the newspapers and periodicals and put them in front of my nose, smelling greedily. I was particularly intoxicated with the fragrance of the ink and the wonderful taste.. After school holidays, I was holding books and newspapers and leafing through pages. I especially liked to make the’ wow’ and’ wow’ sounds when I turned pages, indicating that I finished reading another page and reaped another page.. Father is a man who loves books and cherishes books. He will compile the annual publications and newspapers together with lines, stick them on the sides with brown paper, and make notes and marks. He looks like a thick book that can be stored for later searching and reading.. In this way, my family kept a thick stack of books and newspapers, heavy. I also often go to the bookstall on the street corner and stand in front of all kinds of magazines, books and newspapers. The colorful world I see in front of my eyes. These books and newspapers are my only girl’s good friends, so that I can indulge in the world of knowledge, forget loneliness, forget loneliness, and accompany my whole childhood and school days.. Later, I insisted on subscribing to the regulations of participating in the story meeting for ten years and participating in the youth digest regulations for fifteen years, ordering books and reading books became a habit of following closely. I wash up every night, change my pajamas, lean against the head of a bed, light up a bedside lamp, indulge in the myriad worlds in the pages, taste hundreds of thousands of flavors, and then savor all kinds of stories and fall asleep.. That night was beautiful and peaceful. My initial job was in a state-owned enterprise, and most of the company were old uncles and aunts who were nearly retired.. What they look forward to most every day is the moment when the chief of staff delivers the newspaper. I remember the director was an old Shanghai aunt, with short hair, black hairband, black gold-rimmed glasses frame and small eyes, but never without sharp eyes.. Every time she stood at the end of the corridor, shouting, ” Here comes the newspaper.”! Colleagues in various offices started to move and stood at their respective gates, craning their necks to look forward to the director’s figure. The director will step up the newspaper from office to office. After that, voices will be quiet in the corridor, and the sound of ” going” and ” turning the newspaper” will be heard everywhere. People will be intoxicated with all kinds of reports like hunger and thirst.. You always read the newspaper across from me, so you have to be prepared. He will make a cup of good tea first, put it at the table, then sit quietly, rub his hands, stroke a few locks of fine hair in front of his forehead, straighten his body, then seriously spread out the newspaper on the table, turn up page by page, end up his teacup from time to time, and empty his mouth.. Looking at him, you can’t help wondering if there is any Yan Ruyu or golden house in his book and newspaper world? The attitude of Xiao Li’s teacher next to me to read the newspaper is completely different. He always stands at the table, picks up the newspaper, quickly leafs through the newspapers, mumbles about some eye-catching titles, then turns them over, throws them aside and complains about’ boring, boring, dead’ and so on. I understand that, for him, what he pursues is not the content of the newspaper, but the process of reading it. When colleagues who go out to handle affairs come back, they will also clamor for the latest newspaper and can’t wait to read it. At that time, the Internet was just beginning to develop and the office could use 163 dials to access the Internet.. Young colleagues learned to browse information online and gradually lost interest in newspapers. While the old colleagues came over to look at the computer, they shook their heads, took off their reading glasses and said’ so small a word and so much information. They looked too tired. It would be better to read the newspaper quietly.. ‘ gradually accustomed to using the internet, reading newspapers has become an entertainment activity, watching jokes, telling gossip and so on. However, newspapers also have an important purpose, which is to find classified information. At that time, there were no 58 cities and no fair network. We wanted to rent houses, rent shops, recruit and so on, all through newspapers.. So I lie prone on the special information issue every day, carefully study the information of the small case and small case, draw with a pen, and choose the fate of myself and others.. Later, with mobile phones and smart phones, the world is so big that it is still on the screen of mobile phones, so most of us are still low – headed, but we are no longer looking down at newspapers but playing with mobile phones.. No more newspapers, no more magazines, no more bookstores. There are many more workers in the streets who distribute advertising newspapers, all of which are about health care, medical treatment and sales advertisements. Some old aunts will collect the newspapers and take them home to pave the bedding, while most of them will be discarded on the ground, trampled, rolled up by the wind, lifted up and swept away by the big broom of the cleaners.. I have already changed my job, no one will subscribe to newspapers in the office, and I have gradually forgotten the feeling of reading newspapers.. After moving, only to find that there is a library downstairs. So I took the time to accompany my parents to visit the library.. When I entered the reading room of books and newspapers, I saw several rows of tall bookshelves and newspaper racks. In the quiet reading room, many old people sit at the table reading books and newspapers. I heard the familiar clatter again. I carefully looked at the faces of newspapers at every table in walk on by. Some of them were serious, some pointed at them line by line with their fingers, some read them in a low voice, and some transcribed something in their notebooks.. I have a feeling of crossing, a feeling of moving back to the past. That long-lost time actually made me feel like crying. A word eye appeared in my mind, called ” Time is slow” and another word eye called ” Time is quiet and good.”. We live in an era of high rhythm and rapid pace. We have experienced ever-changing times and life. We gradually forget the past life, the so-called ” people are not things.”. However, we must also admit that it is a pity to forget some things. Let me ask you, friend, did you read the newspaper today? Have you read? Friend, how long have you not read the newspaper? Friends, if you are free, you might as well find a corner, read the newspaper and read the book! I believe that that kind of ink book fragrance will certainly touch you!


The night was so quiet, the sky was drizzling with rain, as if to express my grief for my father, and the night wind also played a plaintive melody, as if to engrave deeper traces of my father’s thoughts in my heart…….     Dad, do you remember? You have been away for a whole year. How have you been through this year? Is everything all right with you? Time is passing by, but my daughter’s feeling of missing you is not only decreasing, but increasing day by day.. You left your grief to your daughter, and you also left countless memories to her daughter, who remembers in her heartache, grieves in her memory, cries in her heartache, and cries more heartache in her cry.. Looking at your photos every day as if you were right in front of your eyes, your daughter holds your warm hand and cuddles up beside you, listening to you singing to participate in the dongfanghong bill, listening to you telling the story of the battle, her daughter enjoying her father’s love, we are happy and we are happy.. Her daughter’s eyes glistened with tears….. But reality really shattered her daughter’s dream. Now dad is far away from us. It is only in her dream that she meets each other. Tears flow in her eyes, but blood flows in her heart..     When my father and daughter miss you, tears can’t stop, even crying, and the sound of my daughter missing you reverberates in my heart for a long time.. In winter when snowflakes are flying, my daughter looks at the sky, and the window of her heart is veiled with sadness, hoping that she can turn into a white snowflake and spread it to you, brushing away a trace of dust for you and moistening your cheeks.. When spring comes, my daughter hopes to turn into a wisp of spring breeze, invite another butterfly to sing softly for you, and then offer dancing. In the hot summer, my daughter hopes to turn into a white cloud under the blue sky to shield you from ultraviolet rays. In the golden autumn, my daughter hopes to turn the fruit of immortality into wine with her heart, so that you will be healthy and live longer than Nanshan.     Dad’s daughter knows how lonely she is, how lonely she is, and she is not afraid. whenever sunrise rises, the lark on the branch is my daughter. she is chatting with you and singing the father’s rules for you. whenever the night comes, she will shake the moon boat and invite stars to light the lights for you, or chat with you and play hide-and-seek with you..     Dad, the daughter thinks about you, thinks about you, and thinks you don’t want to extricate yourself, just wants to let this heart-breaking and heart-splitting pain like the tide of waves submerge her deeply. Dad, the daughter thinks about you, thinks about you, thinks you still have to cry, and lets her miss you deeply with her deep love for you.. Daughter asks you to promise one thing. While you take care of yourself, you must bless your mother’s health and longevity and spend decades with your children..     Dad, although you are too far away from your daughter, she will miss you all the time and will care for you forever.. If there is an afterlife, I will still be your good daughter, and she also believes that there is an afterlife.


Occasionally, I turned up my diary and saw the mood I wrote down. I always couldn’t find any memories.. The truth that has been forgotten dies in silence and has to be cherished in the next life.     The step forward is dusk, and the step back is life, floating and heavy, and waking up like a dream. The years left quietly, the wind and frost covered the smiling face, and the habit was to be waited for and put oneself behind the humble position.. Take care of yourself on the way after parting. When frost and snow float, I hope that the flowers will also be brilliant red. Why should I be afraid of smoke and rain on the way?. On the dusty day, I had pain and tears, took away a fishing fire, left an old ticket, and repeated the long-lost clouds and smoke..     What I want in my life, how many autumn I have searched for, I often decide to give up and have it, and I can never see it clearly in my confusion.. When the sun no longer rises, when the mountain peaks have no edges and corners, do you like me to wander in the cross street once and again in a daze?? Who shares my general thoughts? Braid the fantasy in your heart. Confused heart, whether still can have again? I am not afraid of ups and downs, but I beg to be drunk together in this world of mortals..     At first, I was casual and a little warm, but now I can see clearly and I am no longer sleepy.. Life is only a matter of investigation in the wind. I don’t want to stay alone. It’s hard to come and go. It’s hard to get together. Suddenly I look back again. This month is like that year. I was drunk with the cool breeze for a thousand years.. Don’t say how changeable the water is, how doomed it is to gather and disperse, and how it is only in a dream to meet each other.. Life can’t see clearly, but hope for eternity, the most romantic thing, with life slowly getting older.


Today is my birthday and Christmas peace day. Jesus really loved himself so much that he gave himself this day of peace, happiness and peace. That’s why I prayed silently to God every time the Christmas bell rang. I always hope to walk out of the scenery all the way along the way in life, surging to the deepest touch and flowing out the most beautiful melody in the years..     However, with the passage of time, another year was inadvertently added, and the ring of life also drew a circle quietly. Years long gone, seasons singing together, I have reaped happiness and also experienced sadness and sorrow, how can those sad and joyful memories be forgotten, how can those stories of spring flowers and autumn moon be forgotten, happiness and sadness are my feet, from young and innocent childhood to youth interwoven with bitterness and joy, and then to calm like autumn mountains, looking back on that journey, I left footprints one after another, the footprints of happiness became deeper, the footprints of sadness became shallower, leaving more touching, warmth and happiness..     Early in the morning, the window was opened, and the sunshine added a touch of color to the original good mood. The blue sky was flowing with cool clouds, and several white doves flashed through the eyes … Ah, I seem to see Jesus’ love and clever life, with a grateful heart, thanking the sun, thanking life, thanking all the people around me, including those who know and don’t know, for the value of my living existence and my colorful life..     In my world, there are beautiful dreams and hopes, loneliness of struggle, loneliness of growth, and hardship of life, just like my surging effort rushing on the riverbed of time. I have dreamed of being laughed at, lost, waiting and frustrated, but all the prized gains and losses, gratitude and grudges and grievances will fall into fallen leaves with the wind and become a living thing of passing the eye and passing the clouds and flowing water to the east.. Perhaps, after grinding again and again, life will make oneself know more about the true meaning of life and the meaning of living. After night comes the glow of dawn and after winter comes the bright spring.     From an early age, like words became a part of my life, like hanging bottles hanging over my life, reading my life bit by bit, nourishing my emotions and saving my pale worldly life. It constantly spread, infiltrated and overflowed my blood vessels.. Although words can’t pull back the lost direction, they can heal their own ends through words.. Therefore, I always want to search for the source of the sound of music through words, find the source of good feelings, constantly comfort and pity the weakness of human nature with words, constantly pick up those displaced souls by writing, present the humble years in front of me, lift all the love in the world over my head, and let myself feel the tension and warmth of life.. I think, in the future and on the journey of life, along with those lost time, my pen will always flow with sincerity to love and sex, and I will be a person full of emotion and blood in life, projecting exquisite pictures from the bottom of my heart..     All the way along, feeling all the way, although ying zi is not the same as the old Zhuo Yao, the appearance is not as vivid as yesterday, but what remains unchanged is the faith inscribed on the chest hall, and what does not regret is the youth that once shed sweat.. Because I know that human life is a process of asceticism and a drama of ups and downs. At the end of the road to life’s hope, we can find a kind of wisdom, see the lighthouse of the Holy Spirit, and understand the essence of human nature, so that every soul can be purified and comforted, full of joy and happiness of life.. Yes, ah! When I came to this world from the transmigration of life, I was destined to start a deep-rooted thinking and a vow to fight for my dream. The dance from life is wonderful and infinite, and the body born never stops..     Although the steps ahead are heavy and solemn and stirring, I firmly believe that the road I have travelled must be the most beautiful! My figure is drifting away!


I have been to the grasslands and seen endless grass. Swimming in the green ocean, I am full of energy and pleasure. I want to swim like this all my life and let the fragrant grass surround me tightly and even drown me.. However, I still came out from the vast grassland and melted into the world of mortals and the secular world in a city lacking grass flavor, making a restless heart point to the direction of grass spitting green..     In fact, I prefer grass in my hometown, scattered and scattered, or small plots of land distributed along ditches and wasteland.. From my childhood in the countryside, I was close to the soul of grass. I looked at them humbly stretching out their delicate bodies from the earth, and I was awed.. As a teenager, I carried a sickle and a wicker basket and went outside the village to cut pig grass. It was summer or autumn, and grass grew lonely in Yuan Ye. I waved a sickle, and I heard grass singing happily. But I prefer to come to the wild in the morning and break many glittering and translucent dewdrops. I want to know if the drops hanging on the grass are transparent notes after note? I don’t understand why they are so humble and small, but why are they so calm and calm?? In the wilderness, in all the barren land where there are many cracks, take a good look at how happy and healthy the grass is.! They dance in the wind, dance in the rain, and stretch their flexible life tirelessly. Even if they are burned, they will have time to spare. Next spring, their roots will still have a thick green color..     For many years, I have alienated the grass in my old garden. In the city’s bright red wine, my heart has gradually hardened. I know that my heart is deserting day after day until the sharp sand grains engulf my last ray of green flame.. I don’t want to see such a desolate ending. How I want to go back to the middle of the grassland, to the fragrant dewdrop – laden grass with tender green. I lie on the quiet and moist grass, close my eyes and dream a warm green dream.. I will let grass enter my desolate heart and grow freely there. Only in this way can I feel soft and loving in my heart. Will pity and sympathize with all the life in the world.     I also want to say, among all sentient beings, who is not a poetic and humble grass? Because of growth, because of singing, because of forbearance, because of dedication, we have every reason to be noble. Therefore, I must arrive at my hometown one summer and have a long-lost date with Caoer in a garden like a wash.. I lay in the middle of the grass, listening to their whispering, or watching their passionate dance when the wind blows. I know that grass is my former life and future life, and I have no reason to refuse them. 820 words


Wasteland can’t say, all the green is still green. If, can find the spring photos, compared with the current green, there is no ambiguity. These days, the weather is like early spring, with continuous rain, falling and cold feeling beginning to spread, and the curtain of the porch window seems to be moving to send the autumn cool in the oblique wind into the roller shutter’s hope.. Living in the posthouse, the lamplight of the promenade, wrote a note of nostalgia. Helpless, the swan goose injured its wings. Hesitate, listen to the cold shiver of the leaves in the rain.   Maybe it was the spring of August! The decline, though not to say, cannot be said to have no such tendency.   In fact, different moods have different scenery. A kind of leisure, there is a kind of scenery with it.   In the haze, the waverers, under the eaves, suffer from the erosion of the wind. The sunshine in the vision seems to be engulfed by a black hole. The tiny stars have become the rudiments of rain, and then fall apart with autumn.   Cold, mountain forests and red maple leaves present the last festival of life to the people of Leshan and Leshui.   Go, go. Vanity is gone. The fat days began to lose weight.   The sign of high peak does not seem to indicate the real direction. Those who came to the world and went to the party here did not respond to anyone.. Doubt each other, guess, watch out for each other. Only one to the north, empty. In my heart, I hid daggers from each other. Fortunately, the haze blocked my eyes.   Ping Ye Momo, a plate of sunflowers, lost its expression as bright as it should be because of the dark weather and was at a loss to do anything about it.. This is also good, at least some spare time to treat’ sprain’.   The abyss is bottomless, and Long Yin is here. His eyes closed and he allowed the snake lizard to perform.   Sparse umbrella, moving in the pattering rain. Muddy, in a metaphorical way, persuades struggling steps.   The decayed, fuzzy, rain-soaked and clear-cut show the vicissitudes of life, and the cicada slough’s dandruff also shows the ancient meaning of exhaustion..   Mang disorderly eyes stopped blinking in the field where there was no luster to reply.   Blind staff, with their pointed shoes, knocked on the ground constantly, with grass as weft and grass as warp, netting its shadow. Occasionally, a worm’s chirp and a breeze can wipe out its footprints.   Deviating from the dynamic balance, if so, the festivities began to end. The lingering sound is just a thin vine, and the falling light and shade is slowly languishing..   The moon of the abandoned well has lost its appearance, and only one side of the dark depression has sealed up the past bright and rotten photos.. The pattern on the edge of a frame of decay recorded the original.   Moss like a dumb purple lip, endure the unbearable disease miasma.   Cough of residual Fu wrapped in a wound disease.   Where’s the graceful demeanour hanging on the swing? The net of autumn closes the smile written on the cover of youth.   The withering defeat has collected the dust from the sun and the moon, and what meaning will it express in its crumbling branches and parasitic thatch?? Yu Si, a crow aphasia, its pecking day.   I don’t know where the grave robbers came from and dug deep into the plot. Scattered stories, like pestilence, began to approach the living.   Fossil, wake up, panic when the disaster comes, explosion erupts in general. Revival of the eyes, transparent space-time barrier. However, its clear meaning penetrates the reality. If it stands with a pillar, it will be the most beautiful tomb inscription of the end of the day.  The stagnant words and unfinished actions have inherited the original style and are continuing the original.   What kind of reincarnation is this? Not complete repetition, instead of human will. Today’s chariot, the tunnel running through time, will not only hear the thud and scatter the flight feathers, but also what else will it be? Who’s the downfall of the dead money – like fallen leaves?   For some reason, those who want to sing with their necks could not make a sound at all.. Its long shadow was disturbed by chaos.   Who can resist the coming darkness!   Who is the prophet? No one is a prophet! Not a bold prophet, standing in deep darkness. The darkness gave him a silk dress. However, he is convinced that the deepest darkness is nearest to the bright light!


The snow stopped and the world outside was sunny. For several days, I almost never left home. It was very cold and I had to stay at home. At this moment, I decided to take a walk up the mountain to breathe the fresh air from the pine forest and enjoy the beautiful scenery after the snow in the mountains..     As I walked up the mountain road humming a song, the snow under my feet made a’ wipe’ sound to accompany my ditty.. The warm winter sun shines comfortably on the face. A few puppies ran joyfully from the side. These puppies were enjoying themselves in the snow on the mountain..     The family lives at the foot of the mountain. It is very convenient to go up the mountain.. In recent years, I have moved home several times. The reason is that with the development goal of ” three years of great changes” in the city, the old bungalow can hardly be found in the renovation of the old city.. I am a man who loves mountains, and after selection, I finally live at the foot of the mountain..     In addition to the snowy days, there are many people who go to the mountains to do morning exercises at ordinary times. Most of them go together and are persistent and also go alone. I am one of them.. Everyone regards health as vital.     I’m close to the pine forest. I haven’t visited it less in the past days.. They used to be full of pine nuts, mature and scattered on the ground. I patiently picked up the pine nuts and used them to make pillow cores. It is said that sleeping on the pillow can improve eyesight and improve intelligence.. If we don’t study the curative effect, we will say that the process is also full of interest.. Now, after the snow, I was walking up the paved mountain road. I used to grab small trees or climb rocks along the rugged path, which would consume more physical strength and make me feel more interesting.. The wild jujube trees encountered on the road can still reap a small harvest. I don’t easily climb mountains in this way in snowy days. It’s a man-made lake in front for safety or caution. Actually, it’s not much bigger than a pool of water.. At the same time, a curtain waterfall was built, adding a scenery to the mountain. In summer, a child went there to catch fish and drowned. If I were in front of him, I would do my best to save him. My swimming skills were still excellent. For a long time, my heart would be heavy when I passed by.. After the accident, no water was stored in the pool. Further on is the famous ancient Great Wall. I once walked straight along the Great Wall, and it will not end in a few hours.. The road below the mountain can be seen on the wall, winding its way into the distance. One hundred years ago, this was a famous commercial road leading to Mongolia and used to be a place where merchants gathered.. Later, because the railway was no longer a camel bell, it also lost its former prosperity.. I remember the Russian businessman’s graveyard left on the mountain, which was protected and moved away by their descendants in the 1980s.. I am very familiar with the landscape on the mountain and have deep feelings for the flowers and trees on the mountain..     When I came to a pavilion, I stopped and looked at it from a distance. The view was extremely broad and the city under the mountain had a panoramic view. In the middle of the pavilion was a frozen river, surrounded on three sides by a big river. Such a geographical environment is rare. It is my hometown, a changing city..     A burst of laughter came, and several middle school students came out to watch the snow scene. They also took homemade sledges and played with them, with their voices echoing in the silent valley.. They started to go down the mountain when they were tired of playing, and I followed after them. I could share the joy with them..     If it is a good day tomorrow, I will come again.


I, a chess piece among all sentient beings; A spray in the boundless sea.     He used the pseudonym’ Hao Hao’,’ Hao Hao Ren’,’ Hao Hao Story’. Three lines, there must be a very love name. As far as the heart is concerned, when it comes to generalities, it always wants to be ” a person of the same color, a composition of the same color”. Therefore, I always encourage myself to adopt this identity card..     On weekdays, I like to use some clumsy words and write some words without chapters, feeling the so-called life. In the face of a troubled society, such as’ climbing tiger’ and’ overgrown human relations, there are always some tangles, some frustrations, and sometimes I stare at the sky through the window for the first time, thinking thoughtfully, ” Will God give me a pair of eyes?”? ‘ as the saying goes, 30 and stand. Sigh sad oneself was born in, has more than ten thousand days, has not ” set” what? There are friends occasionally praising a few words, ” Hao Zi’s article is worth seeing.”. ‘ The satisfaction of the heart is like the bursting of shaving cream, which instantly enriches the heart. Can you think about it in a short time in this year of cheap clothing and food for the literati, graffiti can only add a little interest to the space of life. The fear is that you will spend a night studying and smiling at the shallow beauty.. I think it is very difficult.     I remember Japanese writer Murakami Haruki once said,’ You can’t fill your belly if you are brilliant. But as long as you have a keen intuition, you don’t have to worry about not being able to mix up with food.. In a simple sentence, the writer’s ” bad” sex is defined. A keen intuition told me to be a good person and a true person.     It is true that we are not scholars, and it is understandable to recall the past, when we were young, the ” literary dream” also flooded.. Today and yesterday, after the ups and downs of life, the plump’ myth’ tortured has dried up.     In the torrent of life, what is surging is only your shadow and true self, which may be the ” pebble” lying quietly in the corner of the shore with sediment.. Years have baptized your naivety and naivety; Scour the trajectory of your movement, but have you ever thought about it? The original ” sharpness” has long disappeared, ” smoothness” has been interpreted seamlessly by us..     Quiet mind, man is not a sage. nobody is perfect. everybody makes mistake? I think it is necessary to have a clear understanding of our ” past” and ” change it”. To be a decent person, write some essays in peace and contentment. It is also a blessing in life.     Hao Hao shared with all of you the idea of ” being a true person and being a true person”.