This is a happy morning

Wake up very early. The toothache was not as vigorous and overwhelming as yesterday, but changed to faint, if there was nothing. Just like today’s special day, Mukden day. People should certainly commemorate this day. Today, several years ago, the bayonet of Japanese formally stepped into the central plains, and the nation began a very miserable, bloody and oppressed time. Today, everything vanishes, but the National Integrity of dying rather than yielding should and must be remembered and passed on from generation to generation. It was just a peaceful and sunny time. This kind of memorial was just like the toothache this morning, which became faint and seemed to be nothing. I satisfied. The clothes I washed last night lay in the washing machine. I held them in my arms and walked to the balcony. I saw the sky was very clean and light white, light blue. The town is really nice and the air is fresh. When I went to Guangzhou many years ago, the sky I saw was the thick and messy blue after industrialization. Civilization undeniably and irrevocably destroys the youth of human beings. In the east, there was a sunrise like egg yolk, which was added with Sudan Red. Although evil and poisonous, it was gorgeous and lovely. That kind of red, which is similar to orange peel, is rich and coquettish, but it is suffocated so hard that a trace of light is not easy to spray thin and reveal. The time has not arrived, I think. Turned drying clothes. Clothes hangers are newly added, cluster of new blue. It is hard for me to do the garment drying so carefully and impatiently. For the sake of business, the bedroom had been moved from the big room to the pigeon cage beside the balcony on the fifth floor. Although it was small, I felt happy. Brother-in-law had painted the house up and down, the wall was full of new white, and the big wedding photos at the wedding were also rearranged to the wall on the head of the bed. The furniture was brand new, mixed with red and white, and the big cabinet was my favorite sliding door made of glass texture, A large circle flower is painted on it. The curtain is princess-style beige lace, The flowers inlaid with Phnom Penh embroidered the whole picture. Every ornament in the room has a story, just like everyone in the world. Not far away, the early workers were working. The sound of tamping came from the air regularly. Pang Pang Pang Pang Pang Pang Pang Pang Pang Pang Pang Pang Pang Pang Pang Pang Pang Pang Pang Pang p. When I turned around after drying my clothes, I saw that the sun’s rays finally began to spray. The original clear marginal line had been destroyed by the sun, and the rich orange color also faded, the Sun has become a blurred and dazzling illuminant. Yes, no matter who you are or what you are, the time has not come. It’s time, and you can’t stop it. He changed his pajamas for his son. He wore a green coat today, a clumsy bear on his chest, and a pair of shorts embroidered with many white five-pointed stars on the Black Bottom. In order to match my son’s clothes, I found a green sleeveless silk top to wear, with a whole layout of gold round nails on the chest, black lace rolled on the cuffs, with a little faint luxury smell, the lower part of the body was casually matched with a beige dress. The long dress is very elegant, with waves rising and falling when walking, which gives me a soft feeling of seasickness. Thinking of seeing wisteria which had not been seen for a long time the night before, she wore a blue dress, which was a kind of clear blue, just like her smile and her temperament, clean and beautiful blue. When I began to write romance novels more than ten years ago, I liked to describe a plant called Wisteria repeatedly in words. Both sides of Love stood under wisteria and kissed in the moonlight in the night wind. Many years later, this kind of plant called Wisteria came out from the words, incarnated as a beauty, and made intimate friends with me. Maybe there are elves and demons in this world. My wisteria is the most beautiful and beautiful spirit in cultivation. She works hard for her feather to ascend the immortal, but she still keeps an elegant and clear smile all the time. However, although I was always swinging between goodness and evil and a controversial figure, I still couldn’t stop my steps to get close to wisteria. I don’t make up for a long time, because I don’t know who to make up. I washed my face, opened the door of the shop, and saw the rubbish lying on the ground at the door. The young children at night must regard the land in front of my house as the best place to talk about love happily. Every inch of the peel on the ground has the smell of love. It was too early. The people across the street hadn’t withdrawn from their dreams and started to make a living of daily necessities. Only I picked up the broom to clean up the rubbish on the ground at leisure. My mood is very happy, I am not sweeping the floor, I am just cleaning up the mess of others’ love last night. Those lovely trash. This is a merit. Today is my birthday. Thirty years ago, I came to this world clean and pure. Thirty years later, although I was covered with stories, I still kept a childlike innocence. The stores outside the street were opened one after another, and the Iron Gates blew away the sleeping air. And I, sitting in front of the computer, wrote the words I loved. This is a pleasant morning.

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