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Raindrops hit the autumn leaves, as if whispering to others, whispering to each other, and crying: this farewell is another time when the mountains are high and the water is long, the road is long and Xiu Yuan is long, and it's a long time to meet each other, and the mountains are heavy and the waters are heavy, and the flowers are bright. Thin shadows are restless, roaming in autumn, listening to the rhythm and rain of autumn. The small umbrella of the past is propped up again, like a flowing and warm residence, with colorful clouds flying and recalling the lost spring dream. The sky is gloomy, and the twilight is wrapped in stratus clouds, and it falls into the depths of the night with the wind and rain. The wind becomes more rampant, the rain becomes angry, and endless nights fall into fear.
As usual, I was tired of reading and writing, so I stood at the window and looked at the land. It coincides with the dry season, the turf planted by people is withered and the seedlings are burnt, and the land is still hard to see green.
The thick green canopy blocks the sun but not the heat wave. The restless chirping of the black cicada rang from tree to tree, causing a lot of floating dust flying around. Looking forward to it, there was finally a cool breeze under the dark clouds, and then the raindrops as big as copper coins fell with a bang. The dry ground was smashed by yellow dust, and the hot air was filled with the moist smell of earth. Panicked sparrows and hens hid under the haystack to avoid the rain and kept shaking the water drops on their wings. Farmers working in the west of the village were soaked to the skin, dragging hoes and stepping on mud and running into the village quickly. The aunt who lives in the west of the village ran into the house and watched the rain in the yard accumulate deeper and deeper, and the white jade jumping beads splashed all over the floor. A face of unspeakable joy, satisfied laughter flew into the trembling leaves, and a new green was crystal clear. My aunt who lives in the east of the village ran to her yard, only to find that the yard was full of chickens and sparrows and the sun was shining. She looked back helplessly at the dark cloud in the west and sighed, hoping to hook it into her yard with a hoe.
There are many legends about the magic lamp, each of which is beyond people's cognition. No one knows what this river has to do with the magic lamp and why it shines. The boatman ferries on the Qinglong River all the year round and knows every drop of water in the river. He is also the sworn brother of the water god. He even fished out a star in a very shallow place, but the star was too small. He took it in his hand, thought it was useless, and then threw it into the river. It is also said that the star thrown away by the boatman was later picked up by the water god and turned into a lamp hidden in the water. After all, the boatman has never seen a lamp in the water, and even the water god rarely meets it, because the body of the water god is also water. He hid in Qinglong River and mixed with water. Even if he stands in the whirlpool, you can't see.
Occasionally, he would accompany her to wait for the bus at the bus stop, talk to her about his great ambition, and say that he would annex half of the video stores in this city and make her an enviable proprietress. She just shook his hand, looked at the car coming, said goodbye to him, and when the car started and he was out of sight, she took out the black paper and looked at the small attic circled above and shed tears.
When Elephant Man turned his eyes to the universe, Fa Dylev was appointed as an astronaut in the Piano Project. He will drive a spaceship in the form of "waves" and keep taking notes in the empty black space, just like walking on the piano keys, expanding the exploration space and transmitting the civilization of the home planet. Elephant-Man Star tries to establish contact with other creatures in the universe in this way. There is no return plan for this trip. After sailing for seven years, Fatelev lost contact with Elephant Man because of the distance.
So enthusiastic, so hard!
Since the goal is the distant horizon, we should be more calm and calm. The fruitful results of autumn depend on the hard sowing in spring; Become a pulse of blood in the sea, all by the stream running day and night. Perhaps, with sweat, you may not be able to harvest that increasingly mature dream; Perhaps, you who have spilled blood may not have that fiery scenery; Perhaps, struggling in the dark may not necessarily usher in a bright dawn ... but I am not blindly sad. Although I work silently and don't hear the echo of life, I love life and will definitely win.
Grandma's sandals are beautiful, light and soft, with slippers, high heels and other styles 10, and patterns such as birds, butterflies and flowers are woven on them. However, due to the short life of straw sandals, a pair of well-made straw sandals can only be worn for up to 3 months. When it rains, the road is muddy and slippery, and the life of straw sandals is shorter. So grandma made some straw sandals and put them at home.
Looking at the wind of sages in the city, the mountains are high and the water is long. Since the Tang Dynasty, talented people have come forth in large numbers, each leading the way. It is not surprising that Ou Yangxun's calligraphy is a world model.
Life is a winding path in the mountains, bumpy, with cliffs on the side. If you fall, you can cry if you want. What are you afraid of? Stop pretending. This is frankness, not weakness, because crying does not affect your journey, but it can increase caution. The mountains are full of flowers and the scenery is pleasant. If you are intoxicated, smile happily and don't pretend to be reserved. This is honesty, not pride, because smiling does not affect your journey, but it can increase your confidence.
Thinking of dreaming, the blacksmith said, it's getting late. I should go back and my elders should go to bed early. The elder didn't stop the blacksmith when he got up. Holding the oil lamp in one hand and protecting the flame in the other, he sent the blacksmith out of the house. The blacksmith went outside the house, turned his head and said, Senior, go back to the house. The elder sighed in a low voice. He didn't dare to speak loudly because he was afraid that he would blow out the oil lamp when he was too angry.
In the living room, Liu Cunyi is still chatting with Dong Yang and asking Dong Yang's grandparents.
Probably, no regrets. You have been to this love affair with Spring, and how lonely it would be without you. Just like life, how boring it would be without such a vigorous love.
1997, that is, during the summer vacation of Hong Kong's return, my uncle came back to see us with my aunt and blossoming. One of the purposes of their return is to worship his mother, that is, my grandmother. Finally, I saw blossoming, and my voice was delicate, as if it were fragrant. My aunt dressed up like Hong Kong elder sister black curls on TV, wearing a swaying cheongsam and high-heeled shoes banging on the poor land, walking carefully for fear of stepping on a lump of chicken excrement. We smell another fragrance on my aunt. My dad says it's the smell of city people, the smell of country people is very smelly, and the smell of city people is very fragrant. Mother said unconvinced, what is the smell of city people, that is, the smell of perfume, which is strong enough to smoke people. Duoduo's name sounds like a princess. My sister's name is Feng Damei, and my name is Feng Sanmei. It's so tacky that others will know that she is a countryman. Duo Duo told us, why are your names so ugly that they sound like cats and dogs? Why don't uncles and aunts give you a nice name? I don't know that they don't read much, they can't recognize a few words, and they can't even write letters. I dare not tell blossoming about it, because I am afraid that blossoming will laugh at us. Duoduo was nine years old, watery and dressed like a princess. Even the children in the neighborhood came to watch and praise her. We rural children have never seen such beautiful children. My brother and sister and I are like three dwarfs and ugly ducklings in front of her.