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In the afternoon, I finally waited for the book I had been looking forward to for many days. I couldn’t help feeling happy. Before that, since I knew that this book would start from Chengdu, Sichuan, and travel 2330 kilometers across the mountain, and then I could reach Shaoxing where I was, I had been looking forward to it, although I warned myself again and again, be patient and calm, hey, I always read this book in my heart. Yesterday, I went to the post office to check it. The staff said, “You have to tell me the number, otherwise how can I help you check it? After thinking about it, oh, it’s my fault that I am too impatient. Coincidentally, the postman sent us the precious parcel in the afternoon, happy. It doesn’t take many days to count back and forth, but why can’t I HOLD it so hard? I’m ashamed! I thought to myself that it must be because of the writing power of Chuanmei, which attracted me tightly like a strong magnetic field. Hehe, it made me uneasy. I had been out for business in the afternoon, but I went to the post office to retrieve the book at the first time. It was well packaged and I couldn’t wait to open it. Unfortunately, the adhesive tape used for sealing was so strong that I didn’t pull it apart, I was also worried that the packaging was damaged, so it was easy to bear it. I took it back to my home, carefully cut the tape with scissors, washed my hands specially, and opened it happily with a devout mood. Women outside the scenery, written by Chuanmei, is a book about women’s spiritual emotion and intellectual life. What the author writes is daily wisdom and various aspects of society. Open from a window, what we see is a piece of sky, breathing fresh breath. The author narrates his clear inner world and cognition of this world with exquisite writing style. There are six books, and now they belong to me and my friends. I am delighted, hehe. On the title page of each book, there is the words *** Lady Yazheng, and the inscription is her real name, the date is November 19th, 2011. Suddenly, I was so moved, so excited, and so happy, I was especially lucky to get acquainted with Chuanmei. Moved by her atmosphere, excited by her beauty. How delighted and cherished it is to receive this gift! Looking at the photos of Chuanmei, she suddenly felt so familiar and sweet. As Chuanmei said, it seemed that she was a friend whom God had made for a long time. To paraphrase a comment from my friend: The article written by Chuanmei is so good, and it is also so beautiful, and the figure is also so good, it is really the same on the surface, and it is so beautiful. Yes, in my impression, it is not rare for women writers to write well, but there are few women writers with both talent and appearance. Sichuan Mei is one of the rare ones. However, I read several articles written by Chuanmei inadvertently through the platform of prose online, such as “when the dust will settle”, “indoorsman tendency” and so on, I like it so much that I fell in love with her in a flash. I always believe that writing is like a man. Since Chuanmei can write such interesting articles, with her insight into everything, she described the details of life that others wanted to write but couldn’t express clearly, which were so vivid, interesting, philosophical and delightful. She must be a tasteful intellectual woman, wise, emotional, live a real life, live a petty bourgeoisie, live a free and easy life. No surprise. Sima Qian’s saying that friendship is as white as a new one and as old as a new one indicates that the communication between people is far from the short time or the distance in space. No matter how far the space is, true friends cannot be separated, and no matter how long the separation is, sincere friendship cannot be separated. 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How to explain the word “love”

Every time I carried my luggage and left my hometown, I could always imagine that the figure at the door of my home was so long as the old Elder. It was the train that took me away from my hometown. It was the station that made me understand what parting was. Dust sounded, temples Frost. When time passes by, the rest is just memories, such as the trail running with partners, the fruit trees creeping together, the fields playing together and so on, a flower, a grass, a tree and a stone, it has changed its appearance, things are not, people are not. The jujube tree in the courtyard was much older with withered branches and fallen leaves. Standing under the tree, I seemed to hear my mother’s long and familiar call. I often play childhood games in dreams, and want a time machine to return to that naive but innocent age. However, we have to leave our hometown and relatives. People often leave like this, leaving his love and care in the place where he misses. People, young people who always want to go home leave home and go back to their eldest brother. The local accent has no change and their sideburns have declined. Children’s meet strangers, laugh ask where. When the water passed away, a wisp of blue silk turned into white hair. When I was old, I went back to my hometown, but I was treated as a guest. I was afraid that only the years could understand that state of mind. Birds love soil, and people love home more. Why does that Homeland make us reluctant? Why do people who are lucky and hard to travel insist on going home when the Spring Festival comes? Maybe it is just because the space called home has a warm childhood, and there are still the happy laughter of reunion. When we revisited the old land, how many scenes of things and people touched our hearts; When we raised wine and asked the moon, how many wandering figures were drunk in other villages; After thousands of words, how many exhortations were lingering in the heart of the travellers. Little by little, they are all homesickness. Quzhongrensan, empty. The fall after the noise was left to our parents. People who travel far away! You know, parents put your childhood photos in the most conspicuous place; You know, they are looking forward to inviting you to stop on the way home, don’t leave home, often go home to see, what they want is companionship, not 600 yuan. Pitiful World parents heart. The most plain description in Shi Tiesheng’s “I and the Altar of Earth” often made me cry in tears. I couldn’t take it for granted to accept the selfless love of my parents, so I often suffered, I can’t taste the family debt I have been carrying for several generations. They said that the closest person in a person’s life is a spouse, but in my heart, at least in the days I lived, my closest people are my parents. How to explain the love word, how to write is wrong. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…