Wang Gongzi wins, and my friends are also. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Since the first meeting of the county, this 16 years have passed.

Gongmin Bo Dun and, good righteousness and benevolence. In the county order, although the left is close to the Laizi, it is also respected. Some of his classmates begged him to catch a knife love letter, but he didn't say goodbye and happily wrote it. Its text is also timeless, its books are also beautiful, and the charm is talented, far from peers, so it tastes to provoke the beauty to send meditation by mistake.

The public is good at reading, and has a wide range of knowledge, so I take the table case as a neighbor, borrow more books and play, and there is no one who does not give it. When Liang Xiaosheng's "Bitter Love" was first born, I sighed with the public, filmed the case, discussed the article, and the youthful spirit, which is still vivid in my mind. I don't like literature and art, and then I get pen and ink a little, when I start with it?

In the spring of 2002 in the Western calendar, I visited Zisheng with Wu Jun in the west of the county, and heard that he took the master's and doctor's degree and read it lightly. Sunset, have a good time, please stay overnight, fixed words. Both out, the party connected to the field and met the incoming car. I and Wu Jun fluttered on the wheat furrow. I shattered my left shin and fibula, Wu Jun folded his left arm, and he couldn't move less for a while, but he saw the murderer Beiyi. Zisheng heard the news and drove his bicycle to it. Dozens of steps away, the car was abandoned and running, covered with blood, and his clothes were covered with dust and mud without caring about himself. Later, he knew that the public was in a hurry, and he repeated his car three times, and the face was cut several times and three followed. Every time Zhijiaci says that when he sees the victory of his son that day, he will sigh with compassion. Zisheng came, asked the injured and called a doctor, followed the escort to the hospital, and ran forward and backward to serve Weiwei. Wu Jun and I talked about this a lot, and we were all grateful and warm.

As my injuries healed over the years, I often wrote and called from my father, asking for warmth and criticism, and criticizing my studies. Since I left school to find a job, my voice has gradually become sparse, but every time I have festivals, I also ask each other. Later, I went to Liao, Guangdong, Xijiang, Qilu, and I was not allowed to hear about each other for many years.

It has been several years since I was in consultation with the public. At that time, young people, children suddenly became a child. I am a backward enter, and I have also added new tiles, and I want to report to the public, so as not to hear the bad news first.

When I first heard that Zisheng Gong was gone, in May, I didn't believe it. When I heard it again in July, the news did not arrive, and the letter would be suspicious. When I was shocked to see the online obituary, I had to believe that it existed. Looking up at the remains, the time is as clear as yesterday, and the past is full of grace. Alack! So far, I haven't fully accepted the advice, and now heaven and man are separated forever! The pain is also great, and the pain is also terrible!

Guanfu's obituary, or Caijun, or Dexin, or Wenrang, or Liangshi, or Thanksgiving, or Xie Zehui. Lin Lin said sincerely, tilting the high wind.

Belch! Standing on the public side, flourishing in spring and autumn. He is a professor of high morality. It should have been a green cloud and a career, but the podium died suddenly. Heaven folds talents, heaven folds talents!

He wanted to tell his old friend, but he couldn't speak. Wu Jun was sad and suspicious when he heard it, and Wang Jun was sad and sorry when he heard it. Zhang Jun was shaken, and Liu Jun was a relative. Alack! A sigh of wax torch into benevolence, and then sigh the end of spring silk. Or said: Wu Qiu Ma leather shroud, for the teacher and finally here, can be said to be the right thing? Ridiculous! Ridiculous! It is by no means a dying old man, but a young man. At the beginning of Pengcheng, Pi industry is prosperous. Today, the vegetarian meal is still there, who is the first to do the horse? Heaven folds talents, heaven folds talents!

When he died, he had already passed for half a year. The rivers are far away, and they have not been sacrificed. For several months now, every thought is still depressed and cannot be relieved. It is not to avoid wisdom and clumsiness, to gather thoughts into a chapter, and to sacrifice in Nanyue. The writing is rude and ugly, and I don't know what to say. The public vector is reached, and the nine springs have knowledge, and they will understand my sorrow and not take it seriously.

Alack! When it rains again, the old illness is stupid, thinking about old friends, how can it be embarrassing?

Autumn moon of Gengyin year.