Late autumn is coming, and the year is about to pass again, not only youth is fleeting, but time is like a shuttle - old years. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Tomorrow, the Chung Yeung Festival in September, I will go to see you, bring enough offerings, you wait for me. I have never paid homage to my ancestors, nor have I participated in any sacrifices. I don't understand everything, and there is a big difference between the north and the south. Not long ago, I heard from my senior brother that the Double Ninth Festival in September is also a day to pay tribute to relatives.

From now on, I will visit you every year on Ching Ming Festival and Chung Yeung Festival, bring enough offerings, and chat with you. I can't control my emotions every time I see you on the way to go, or even when I think about going to see you, and on the way back. And when I lean in front of your grave and talk to you about my daily life, I forget my sadness and chatter alone, feeling that you are by your side, listening to my nagging.

These past few days have been really exhausting, physically and mentally exhausted. Tired!

The good things in life don't last forever.

With a lifetime of sorrow, all kinds of helplessness. Walking in the charming autumn sunshine, I remember that countless days like this have passed. At that time, the early autumn of the grassland was probably like this, especially getting up early, the vast four fields, with a faint fragrance of flowers and plants, if you walk in such a morning early, it is like a fairyland.

For many years, mornings like this have been my favorite, with clear days, warm sunshine, and breezes, and I can't help but feel open and comfortable.

In countless beautiful autumn mornings, studying hard for the future, it was the most beautiful time in my life, simple, carefree, and high-spirited. The autumn day of Hohhot is more noisy and aggrieved than the city, but the sun is still shining in the steel and concrete forest, walking in the shade of the poplar trees, the trees are golden leaves, the feet are slightly dried gold-like leaves, the feet go up to make the sound of "SaSa", the soft and comfortable feeling soothes the feet, and it is also the same soothing beauty.

I often take a book, sit on the playground grass behind the college, look at the active children in front of me, and look at the white clouds in the autumn air, life is so beautiful and intoxicating.

When I think of the autumn days when I was a child, harvesting crops in the field with my parents, I felt that it was so hard and hard, and when I grew up, I realized what the hard work was at that time? It was just a little tired. I also realized that all the hardships in life that can be overcome are not bitter, and only the insurmountable spiritual pain is called pain.

Life can never go back, you can't go back to the simple, happy days, you can't go back to the hard but happy days.

The music channel is playing classic oldies from the 20th century, and people want to cry when they hear it. The lost youth is like a departed person, and it will never come back.

Look at "obstetricians", all of them are doctors, and all the main and key links of large hospitals are doctors. At the same time, the fierce competition in the hospital is even more terrifying.

"How sad can you be? It's like a warehouse full of PetroChina. "It's funny to watch a sentence from a video. There is another sentence: Metaphor for the young lady: you are like PetroChina, 48 last year, 24 this year, 28 beauties next year, and a little girl the year after tomorrow: 12, 13. I think it is reasonable to say that PetroChina is a large-scale organized fraud gang. Hehehe