The gentleman hugged the orchid and ruined

A man in Qi State, endowed with talent and lyricism, infatuated and resentful, the wine and lovesickness are empty to the moon, when will the beauty in the dream appear.

The peach leaves are even between the fingers, and the yellow flowers are all over the withered grass. Bustling and unacquainted, I want to ask where the guest is from, and I am flowing from the east of the sky.

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1

Sleepy eyes, can't see clearly because of the rain and fog, or if the city is already there.

The Story of the Seed

A seed is placed in the soil

Sprout slightly

Slowly become a tree

bear fruit

Start a repetitive life

From the vibrant

to lifelessness

After growth rings

Estimation of time

Nothing has changed at all

But it's getting thicker

People began to protect it

A stout tree that is rare in a thousand years

A bystander who sees all the ways in the world

It explains everything with the body

2

"Feeling"

Be all abroad

How did the coffee you just drink become bitter

I was angry and threw those away, but it was still uncomfortable

I wiped the table with a cloth, and I always felt that there were still stains on it

The flowers in the garden are blooming

It's just like the chrysanthemum, but it will slowly wither

The fish in the pond are not seen coming out and walking around

It's a little cold, but I still like the skirt

There was heating in the room, and my mother said to be careful of freezing

It's only been a few months, and it's late autumn

The cicada is poignant

I really feel that way

The green smoke slowly rose and slowly disappeared

On the street corner, the sound of children playing is somewhat indescribably moving

This place, it's cold very early

In the summer, it's too hot to be hot

I've heard about the rainforest, it's a good place

Unfortunately, it wasn't my home

Turn on the TV and eat a steaming meal

Actually, it's pretty good now

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The woman went to work somewhere else alone, and her father called her to come home, and she cried.

Her husband said to her, 'Why don't you die?' The father said, 'Come back.' ’。 The woman cried and said to her father, 'He told me to die, but you let me go back, you know I can't mention him, I really want to beat him.' The father was on the other end of the phone saying yes, and the woman got emotional and hung up.

She said to me, "I love him, but I hate him."

"Your husband?"

"Yes. I'm a woman, I'm a mother, I have children, but I'm not a good mother. He kept telling me to die, in fact, I felt like a joke, I could never hold my head up again in this life, and this time, in fact, it was so many years of backlogging. Me and him were really a wrong combination. ”

"You're divorced?"

"No, my dad disagreed, he said that it was normal for two people to quarrel, but this time it was different. I've been with him for five years, I love him, but I hate him too. ”

"Well, wipe away your tears and drink saliva."

"Thank you."

"And what are you going to do next?"

"I don't want to do it here, I'll leave next month and go home."

"Don't be upset."

As for what she was doing when she came home, and what happened to her and her husband, I don't want to ask, but I just watched her cry and felt uncomfortable.

It's better to cry less, don't be too pessimistic, and hope she can be happy. If two people really can't get along, it's better to separate, but children are a problem, I haven't encountered such a problem, and I hope I will never encounter it.

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Some people are born lonely

The soul resonates, how many wounds are torn. How much is the drama lobbying, how much is it true and how much is it fake? Don't talk about it, don't solve it. Lonely people, lonely forgotten. It's strange to laugh, it's strange to be used to it, it's strange that it doesn't seem to exist, it's strange that it's not strange.

It took a long time, I endured the pain, but I didn't want to know only myself, I wanted to tell others, not to ask others to care, but to prove that I existed, that I was still alive. However, day after day, it is getting worse and worse, and it is not getting better.

I went downstairs and saw that everything was so blurry, I couldn't see clearly, I didn't know where it was, I didn't feel anything. Let's go, let's go, buy something, fill your stomach, it's time to go, it's time to go, it's time to go.

It was raining, it was heavy, and there was thunder. Standing in front of the window, watching the hail shatter the balloon tied to the window, it was a pink heart, the sound was very loud, watching it shatter and disappear quickly, leaving only the scattered water droplets of the glass, which soon returned to the original state, all in one direction. Blurry, watching the pine trees sway back and forth, there will be stagnant water below for a while, more and more, and when the wind blows, it can lift up a layer. I don't care when the rain stops, I don't plan to go out at all, I don't plan to eat today's meal, and I don't want to drink water. Wearing headphones, walking around the room alone, empty, without catching a trace of life, not for the first time, the silence is suffocating, sometimes asking, is there anyone here? Are there any living people? I accidentally broke the mirror, and there were many people in it, and I didn't know it. Because I was not careful, my hand was cut unexpectedly, and the wound was not long, and it bleed. It doesn't hurt to squeeze out the blood.

I didn't understand it before, it turned out that I really couldn't take care of myself, I couldn't live, I couldn't work, I didn't know anything, I just liked to write, I was obsessed with it, I had no money, and my life was very poor. Don't you remember how many times you saw someone else's eyes, pitiful, pitiful? Countless times I asked myself, how can I be pitiful, when will I live pitiful? Nothing to be pitied, no. No disability, no retardation, poor what?

Dumbfounded, I don't know what to watch, what are I thinking, what's wrong, how can I be inexplicably uncomfortable? It's not the first time, get used to it.

It has been raining for a long time, and the roof is leaking, and some dirt has fallen, just on the face, not much. Every time the wind blows, there will be sometimes, and sometimes I wonder if one day, I will die here and be buried. So he began to choose to leave, fluttering. But nowhere is it as good as here, nowhere is it.

I remember that there was a time when the thunder was so loud that the bed shook down, and later I learned that it was thunder that hit the ground, and all the bricks were broken. If the lightning strikes here, will it be free?

It's hard to understand a lonely person, a lonely person who is very sick, a person who lives in fire and water all the time.

I don't smoke, I quit drinking, I don't know anything, all that is left is the empty, nothing cares about the care, no longer cares about the care, the superfluous is superfluous, the oblivion of existence. Habitual self-deprecation, habitual laughter, no half feelings.

Born lonely.

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Sin and spiritual condemnation, as a result, traveled through another time and space, is a waiter of hell death, a lifetime of cattle and horses, he said that the injustices of the past life, this life must be repaid.

Unknowingly involved in another turmoil, the child was thirteen or fourteen years old, and his love was first opened. Even if you throw everything away, you don't hesitate. Knowing that there are many rights and wrongs in the court, it is easy to become a disaster if you stay for a long time. Eyes, cold and ruthless, but only because of him.

All kinds of torture, folding, it turns out that it can't withstand your sentence who is the pain of who you are.

Turning into your world, the world is in chaos, and the heroes are vying for hegemony.

One day, Bi Jiali, you pick me up and compare, a man can be compared with a red face. Enemy countries come to the court, spy on the national situation, kings and beasts, and despise etiquette and law.

Wolves and eagles fight each other, one life at a time, even if it is death, they are willing, do their best, and persist in the end.

This battle, you say yes, so I am still alive, but I am still alive in the next death.

When you meet a confidant in adversity, you can drink and talk happily at night.

It's a pity that a man's heart, a woman's appearance. No matter how good-looking they look, what, aren't they all dead anymore.

In the past, the woman died, and she said, I will be better off than dead. Thank you, this other world, in the blood, there is death flowing at any time.

The wind kept blowing, looking at the waves, as if before he died, he was very happy. After being a killer all his life, he can finally rest in peace.

At night, I heard a woman crying outside the window, and suddenly there was no sound, it turned out that she was dead, and the man behind her was him, the king of this dynasty, the brainless king.

Didn't you say you were going to kill me? I killed too many people in my previous life, and I was killed in this life, and I was suddenly very happy. The woman said let me live rather than die, okay, I promise you.

There were many horses chasing after me, and a few confidants I knew helped me escape. So, I wanted to live well.

Poor king, he is going to die, and I say to myself that this country is coming to an end.

The more beautiful the heart, the sadder it is.

A lifetime, the hearts of children, broken hearts.

On the road, who accompanies me to see the world for a long time.

I didn't like anyone, I didn't have a girlfriend, I didn't have parents, I grew up on the road. When I was young, I was humiliated, and when I grew up, all those people died.

Look at the war waged by the idiot monarch and laugh at the country's incompetence. On the battlefield, you and I met each other, it was ridiculous, and the self-righteous king actually won. He won the whole country, but his feelings can never be had.

I'm pitying this king, he's helpless, he's stupid, but it's not true, he's actually emotionally fragile, but he can't do anything.

I wonder if I care about this dog emperor and risking my life to save this dog thing again.

I remember every word he said, and I hated him to the core, but I never thought that this war was a trap. I'm going to kill him, but why worry about him everywhere?

That time he was hit by a poisoned arrow, but I was foolish enough to save him again, so I was hunted down by his enemies, and my friend and I were cut off.

"Don't move, don't listen to me again..."

"You won't leave me."

"Why?"

"You admit you're in love with me."

"Joke, how can a man fall in love with a man, let alone you."

"You." I didn't expect that I didn't resist his kiss, it was warm, and I couldn't refuse. That was my first time, I smiled, after all, it was yours, is this a catastrophe? Can't escape.

By the time those soldiers found us, we were dead. And I leave this body and look at them, more love, yes, love.

Acquaintance with him is tortured in all kinds of ways, it is better for you to live than to die, everything is fate. It's ironic to fall in love with someone you should hate and hate. His kingdom eventually died, and I waited for him here, perhaps alone.

I thought I would go on like this, but when I saw you that day, maybe it was my own delusion, I chased after you, and somehow I went back to the present. Walking alone on the street, a little disappointed, still a killer, I refused all tasks, and the boss sent someone to hunt down. In these days of hiding, I met him, the same man as the emperor, exactly the same, and he was the one who saved me. From then on, I only surrounded him, and he only regarded me as a friend, and he had a wife and a daughter. I will keep him for the rest of my life until I leave.

Before he died, he said to me that he knew my heart and was sorry. I don't want your sorry, it's good for you to live. I can't be in the same cave with you, but I want to guard you for the rest of my life. I can't let go, there's such a person, I can't let go. You give me your family, thank you, you still have me in your heart, enough.

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"That's the Eagle"

It has wings like the wind,

It can fly very high,

It used to be king.

And yet trapped in a cage,

It looks out,

Quietly waiting for death,

It sees its companions,

will also scream a few times,

Then, squatting,

It's dead,

At night,

I can't close my eyes anymore.

That's the eagle,

Only the eagle that loves the sky,

An eagle that died in a cage.

Wild Chrysanthemum

The flowers bloomed, and at my mother's grave, it was so beautiful. The flower is blooming, and it is a chrysanthemum. Mom said, I'm beautiful, I like beauty.

Wild chrysanthemums, blooming all over my mother's grave, you give me my mother's thoughts, my mother said that the most beautiful flower is a chrysanthemum.

There is no mother in the grave, nothing. I don't remember what my mother looked like, because I hadn't seen her for a long time.

After so many years, back and forth, your side is full of wild chrysanthemums, you love beauty so much, Mom.

You are my most beautiful dream, you and I are not far apart, and I know that you will watch over me somewhere.

Mom, the sea has taken your life in exchange for my rebirth, how can I fail you.

Love you, a heart full of guilt, a child is ignorant and naughty.

This life was given by you, and you promised me two lives, how can I waste it at will.

My heartache, only excellent is your child.

I stand in front of your grave, looking at the wild chrysanthemum, it sways in the wind, in this life and in the next life, it is all there.

Mom, beautiful wild chrysanthemums bloom all around you.

Strange City

He was a passer-by in the city, and he remembered that he had just come out, alone, and he thought very simply, he wanted to see the outside world.

He is an anchor, a late-night anchor, his show is called "Good Night", he says a lot, in fact, a lot of it is for himself, after work, he will walk a long way alone, obviously it is better to take the car, but he doesn't know why he is upset.

Another year passed, and his parents asked him why he didn't get married, and he was too young, but he just reluctantly said that he knew. He didn't want to find one, he knew he was tired, but he didn't find it, that person, who understood himself and loved him, he didn't want to live with someone casually, he didn't want to live so casually. If you don't meet it, forget it, but never give in.

In this city, he did not intend to stay long, he prepared his luggage, prepared to leave, he said that he was used to one person, and if two or even more people, he would be unnaturally sad.

He stayed in this city for six years, left, alone, began to travel to every part of the world, he posted all kinds of new things in the circle of friends, friends said that they envied him, he just smiled and said, I only follow my heart.

Then he met him, a Christian, and he said that he was finally liberated, that he had done good all his life, and that believer did what he said, and sparked him and scattered it in his hometown, and he said that the fallen leaves returned to their roots. At that time, his family was gone, and the house in his hometown was covered with cobwebs, and the doors and furniture were full of dust.

Empty, as when you come, empty.

Tanabata

Orange, light to dark, intersecting each other.

Constantly changing, from light to dark.

The boy gave the girl a bouquet of flowers, and she smiled beautifully.

What a season, what a cheerful girl.

The cries of street corner vendors are loud and lively.

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There are 300 love poems, and the night is the king's endowment.

The first rain is just like the first encounter, the night rain on the high platform, and the girl's heart under the umbrella.

Stupidly waiting, laughing for a while, turning back unnaturally and stomping his feet. Pedestrians hurried by, getting bigger and bigger, wetting my clothes, and waiting for her to leave disappointed, leaving only the unceasing rain, which flooded the night and made people feel an unconscious coldness.

From time to time, people walk by, few people stop, maybe really tired, it's time to rest, so I choose to blow the wind and get drenched in the rain, I must be making a fool.

Reaching out to the window, on the glass, very neatly bits and pieces, maybe it is this kind of blur that makes people fall in.

Fifteen has no moon, only rain, and a man is thinking nonsense.

Close the window and fall asleep.

A chill that penetrated the bones of the heart became heavier and heavier.

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"Red Suit"

I bought tea, but threw it away

New red suit, stained with blood

There were a lot of dark clouds in the night sky

Twinkle and twinkle to take away a lot of dreams of the stars

Some laughter is mixed with a lot of blank space

It's simple, it's complete

Is it open, that door, or that door closed

The wind was blowing, and my hands began to be a little cold, but I didn't know until I came over for a long time

Dressed in red, he waited quietly

When, the corners of the mouth were bleeding and broken, and the wound was not big, but it was deep

Raising his head and taking a deep breath, why is he still out of breath

The sleeves of the red suit cover his face, and the world he sees is blood-colored

Mom said she was going to get married, and she wanted to be happy

Well, standing on tiptoe, for a long, long time

Walked a long way, blistered, bled and bled

Endured, laughed, cried too, told to be strong

Crazy running in the middle of the night, directionless, never-ending

There are no lights on the road

Cats, what is it

He said cats have nine lives

Cats, not people

Many times, it's hard to understand, in fact, don't want to know

Every time, every step, a choice, a twist of fate

Children, they still have to grow

Memories flow in my heart

Say goodbye, tell who to say

Awake or asleep

One excuse, one pillar

Raccoon dog, very cute

Many people like it

Naughty, what a joy

Two eyes, one nose, triangles, no matter how you look at it, it's good

Expressionless, or mentally abnormal

Dressed in red, he laughed all the time, but he was crying, and he looked like a wooden man.

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On that day, May 10th, Su Qing left forever.

If I hadn't met that person, I probably forgot what she looked like.

Su Qing, a very beautiful and simple girl, she is very kind, she likes to laugh, there are many people chasing her, Zhang Yang is one of them. As for how they met, it seems to be a singing competition, the champion is Zhang Yang, and the runner-up is Su Qing. Zhang Yang heard that this was the woman who liked to wear Hanfu, so he paid attention to it, but he didn't expect to fall in love with her, he said that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, the most real person. Zhang Yang chased Su Qing very easily, probably because Su Qing also thought he was very good and was willing.

On May 10, Su Qing died in a car accident, she was hit by a car and flew far away in order to save a girl, and her body slowly sank in the water, and floated up a week later, and she was no longer human. The driver at that time was a drunk driver, because his wife actually ran away with someone else. Nine times out of ten, life is unsatisfactory, it is an emotional matter.

Facing the girl in front of him, who looked very much like her, Zhang Yang was stunned, "Is it her?" ”

"Teacher Zhang?"

"What are you applying for?"

"Actor."

"What's the specialty?" Zhang Yang looked at the person in front of him, he didn't know if he was in a dream, like, it was too similar.

A year has passed in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Yang has been promoted to the director of the company, and she is a big star, and she rarely meets, let alone chats. Zhang Yang told himself that she was not that her, and he deliberately did not watch her performance, euphemistically refusing to tell her everything.

It was another May 10th, he went to her house, there was no one at home, I heard that it had been relocated, it was going to be demolished, and the train road was going to be repaired, he was powerless and helpless, "I want to, am I going to lose you in the end?" No, don't..."

"Teacher Zhang."

"Don't leave me." Zhang Yang hugged the person in front of him, very tightly.

"I won't."

By the time Zhang Yang woke up, it was already the next day, and he looked at the person in his arms and lost his mind.

"You're awake."

"Well, you go back." Zhang Yang's tone was extremely indifferent.

"Hmm."

After she left, Zhang Yang scolded herself, "I'm not human, fucking brute." ”

Later, Zhang Yang resigned and started a solo trip, because Su Qing said that she really wanted to go to many places, "Qing'er, I will finish your way." ”

The next year, the star gave birth to a child, no one knew who his father was, and the star never married. Zhang Yang died in the desert on that day, May 10th.

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1

Gender really doesn't matter, whether it's him or her, if you choose, you have to cherish each other well, because it's not easy to fall in love.

2

It's human nature to compare, and who doesn't want to be the best and the best.

3

Human vanity and lust will always be intertwined into a terrible dream, greed will deepen sin, and every forgiveness may be a destruction. The so-called meditation is just doing what you want, whether it is wrong or right, if you make yourself comfortable, it is worth clinging to. Whether it is good with others or with oneself, it is generally missing, and half of it will be fully loaded.

4

There is a feeling called mutual affection, I will accompany you to old age, never give up.

5

Firmly believe in nature, it is rare

6

Surround the truth with lies, and end lies with lies, perfect.

7

People seem to think too much about themselves, so they are too involved, so they will be sad.

8

The infatuated lovers in the world are all hard-working people.

9

A person goes from strange to familiar, and will slowly develop feelings.

10

A small gesture that you don't care about may live in that person's heart for the rest of your life.

11

The most terrible thing in this world is gossip.

12

This world is inherently affectionate, so why should you be affectionate!

13

The sky is dawning, and the joys and sorrows are ordinary.

14

Destruction is the beginning of all good

15

If I think of death as the beginning, then what is life?

What is the persistence of each day? And what is the end?

16

When what I longed for turned gray and worthless, I still liked the feeling at first, to the difference of each day, to the different mood, the different love.

17

Women are like men, and men are like ghosts.

18

The words of the dramatists are all nonsense, nonsense.

19

The sky is dawning, and tomorrow is tomorrow.

20

Even though the love is deep, the fate is shallow.

21

I used what you taught me to learn how to live, only to find out that it was an even bigger trap.

22

People are really willing to pay for a preference, don't care about what they gain or lose, dare to love and hate.

23

I just wanted to cry secretly in my heart, but I didn't expect to cry so badly.

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How can I write this story for you?

In the hot summer, the house is dry, there are no fans, there is no air conditioning, the windows are closed, and sweat soaks through the clothes.

There was an interview in the afternoon, but I didn't go for many reasons, and it didn't take long for thunder and rain to fall.

I'm walking in the rain, it's been a long time since I've had this pleasure. The words I just wrote were blackened by the rain, but they were very beautiful, and they reminded me of Chinese ink paintings. The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and I am admiring its beauty and reluctant to leave for a long time. And I've been getting worse and worse lately, but it's so beautiful, I can't bear to miss it.

But I don't want to write your story, and I don't want to write it. When the wind blows, it is a biting coldness, and the cold makes people's hearts numb. Soon I got wet, I couldn't see ahead, I didn't want to look, I just wanted to be here quietly in the rain, no one bothered, there wasn't so much right and wrong. Helplessly, my body is too weak, I asked myself if I was stupid, I knew that my body was not so good, and I still came out to wave, and I didn't know how to take care of myself, so that others would worry about you. But I just want the wind, I want the rain, that's all. After a while, the rain stopped, and only the sound of thunder and wind remained. It reminds me of autumn, when it rains always, when I can tread water barefoot, I can make a boat, watch the farther and farther, I can wash away all my unhappiness with heavy rain, even if I cry, no one can see it, I can watch the leaves fall one by one. The air after the rain is extremely fresh, and you can see the rainbow on a good day.

Maybe you haven't rested well or have too many things to worry about, and you can't stand up, and go back to the boring cabin, thinking that I owe you a story. I'm not going to write it, and it doesn't make much sense to write it. If I had written, everything would have gone back, maybe I would.

I'll never believe in any stories again, because I'm the one who makes up stories, and I don't care if it's true or false.

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She sang again

It was summer, she was wearing a short white skirt, wearing headphones, humming a song, holding a comic book in her hand, walking slowly into the woods, smiling sweetly.

This is my deepest impression of her, she is often alone, but very happy, kind, simple, lonely, always feel that she is preoccupied, but never heard her say anything. She loves beauty and acting.

But I didn't dare to listen to her sing, I couldn't hear anything, but you could feel that it was a cold indifference, even the cheerful rhythm of the nursery rhyme. The songs she sings are almost all self-written, the lyrics are weird, the tone is harsh, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes laughing and sometimes crying, sometimes I think she is singing ghost songs, thinking about it, goosebumps all over my body.

She's such a girl, curious. Sometimes it's a normal person, sometimes it's really different, and I wonder if I'm fantasizing about such a person.

Lo and behold, she was singing again, smiling very sweetly. I asked my classmates, and my classmates said they hadn't seen it, so I saw a ghost, and the more I thought about it, the more scared I became, how could it be, in broad daylight, maybe they hadn't paid attention, but I was still scared, and at night, I had insomnia.

The next day, she was still there, the same way she was, and I asked my friend, did you see it? She said there was no one. Then I saw her smile at me, oh my God, that face, it was clearly a ghost, her eyes, she didn't have eyes, she didn't. My leg was weak, but fortunately my friend helped me, otherwise I would have to fall.

When I got home, I told my parents about it, and my mother was very calm, and she said it was okay.

Your son met a ghost, is it okay?

I didn't dare to sleep alone at night, so I had to huddle with my parents. I didn't expect that when I opened my eyes in the middle of the night, she actually sang to me. I hugged my mom tighter and finally stayed up until dawn.

I really didn't dare to go to school, and my father had no choice but to find me a Taoist priest, and he didn't believe in it at all, but I was afraid.

The Taoist priest said that it was a resentful spirit, and she had a crush on your son.

What the? Fancy me? No, I don't want to die.

The Taoist priest said that she would come again today, so you must not listen to her sing.

Well, don't listen, don't listen anymore.

Sure enough, she came in the night, she was singing, I covered my ears, she got angry, and suddenly there was a wind in the house, and it was very big. A terrifying and eerie voice rang out, listen to me sing.

The ghost is willing, and if he listens to me again, he will die.

Suddenly, I only heard her scream, I had the courage to look at it, it didn't matter if I saw it, I was sick to death after reading it. I saw that her intestines were all out, her face was hideous, and she disappeared after a while.

She's dead, uh, it's subdued.

She died, she had the heart to hurt others, and she had to die.

She died, did I kill her? No, it's not me, it's not...

The Taoist priest gave me a string of Buddhist beads, and he said that I must not leave my body, and besides, I must do more good deeds, and remember to remember.

Later, I was safe all the time, but I remembered her when I heard someone singing.

She's singing again.

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"Chinese Medicine Woman"

She is a child in the mountains, and her father is an old Chinese medicine doctor, so she is very familiar with medicinal herbs.

"Daddy, I'd better go."

She always competed to do it, because her father had a bad leg, her mother left early, and only father and daughter depended on each other at home. For her, being in the mountains and forests, just like being in her own home, she knows everything everywhere. But after all, the mountains and forests are dangerous, and the grass is so lush, there is a snake underneath it, and it is good that it is not poisonous. Also, some grasses are poisonous and thorny, and she just repeats it year after year.

At the age of twenty-four, she got married, and she was from the city, and she asked her father to live with her, and his father said, "Son, after all, I have lived here all my life." She was twenty-six years old when her father died. Despite her husband's opposition, she started a medicinal herb business, going back and forth between the mountains and the city.

"Father, you said that medicine can save people, but you said that Chinese medicine is about to die. No, the road you haven't finished, your daughter will go on. ”

I still remember that winter, when the snow was falling, she stood on the road, looking at the way home. She said it that day, and she said, 'This year's snow is so beautiful!' ’。 Below is a picture of her, wearing earmuffs, sitting in a pickup truck, huffing and smiling silly. She is very simple, she loves words, and her prose is the best. She is a kind woman, a woman who enjoys life very well. In my memory, she was a talented woman, a strange woman, and she was an angel in the world. I don't know why I say that, but that's how I really feel, and I love her smile and it's gentle.

Chinese medicine woman, dream-like woman.

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"You're so ugly, what qualifications do you have"

When asked about ability, the answer I hear most is: You are so ugly, what qualifications do you have?

This sentence often appears in TV dramas and novels, and it is basically inseparable from Xiao San, but this is not what I focus on today. What does it mean to be realistic, ugly? What does it mean?

Let's start with the meaning of ugly, to put it simply, ugly is not good-looking, a bit perverted, unacceptable to the visual senses, and disagrees. But you know what? There is a museum that houses the world's ugliest art exhibits, nicknamed the 'ugliest museum'. If it's ugly, why do people appreciate it? This question has been bothering me for a long time, and now I understand that one is nothing more than a matter of genuine liking, and the other is a matter of business interests. For example, is someone willing to let themselves be in pain and like to see how they are hurting? When the wound hurts more, the happier it is? The answer to this is yes, you can say perverted, masochistic, but I don't think so, it's a habit, it's like smoking and drinking, but it's also different, it's not the same in nature. Both are enjoyable, but with different starting points. Back to this question, what kind of ugliness can be accepted, except for some people with special habits, ordinary people are respectful. It's so far away that I can't wait to tear it up right away.

What are the aspects of that ugliness? An object is expressed in its texture, shape, geography, culture associated with it. People are manifested in appearance, morality, and ability. Others are manifested in the danger to human existence and exaggerated and terrible appearances.

How to look at ugliness correctly? The scope of ugliness is too broad, and in terms of the title of the article, "You are so ugly, what qualifications do you have", here is the ability I focus on. I believe you are familiar with this sentence: if you are ugly, you should read more, but when you succeed in reading, you will find that there is no change at all. In the blink of an eye, you can have plastic surgery, plastic surgery!

This sentence is very realistic, many times many people rely on their appearance, you can see that no matter where cosmetics are, there are them, and everyone has a love for beauty. But what does it have to do with power? It's easy to say that it's easier than ugly, and that's a real question, and the answer to them is obvious. When I go back and read that sentence again, the meaning is different.

A person who accepts ugliness naturally believes in beauty.

When you hear the words again: you are so ugly, what qualifications do you have? Please don't be angry, it's because that person doesn't understand, that person hasn't learned to walk yet, how can you ask to run?

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The girl was alone, in the rain, drenched all over. There is no fear, time keeps walking, stopping and going around, not daring to remember, not daring to remember, that kind of pain, whether people who are too persistent, will be so sad, as if they have no soul. Everything I wanted was in vain, slowly, slowly disappeared, and never appeared.

That rainy season, she was singing, the song was sad, she cried, she cried so hard, she was about to suffocate, and for a moment her brain was starved of oxygen, and she was about to lose it. If you can fall, then you don't have to choose to continue. If you wait, then you don't have to suffer so much.

That song, she sang many times, cried for a long time, until she was tired, she left, she knew where she couldn't wait for him, she couldn't.

Bleeding, bleeding that can't be stopped, sadness that can't be stopped. Sad and sad, she can't stand anything to do with him, except for him, there are also injuries from others.

burned everything, but there was nothing to let go, and it was not him who couldn't let go, but himself. It took me a long time to understand that in fact, it was myself who couldn't let go, and it was myself who deceived myself. The family and the country are all over the world, so why bother?

That year, she was gone, and it was during the rainy season. There were only scraps of paper all over the room, and there was blood all over them, and the words were all over it. Gone, peacefully, she was dressed in the bridal outfit she had been preparing for a long time. He was splashed with gasoline, holding the flowers he had embroidered in his hands, and putting his hands on his stomach, but he still cried. She loved him, but she wasn't who she was anymore. On the day of the breakup, she was drunk and hurt by others, everything she did was disgusting, it was all dirty, and there were only two colors in the world, black and white. There was a fire in the house, smoke was billowing from it, and she just lay quietly. Someone else asked if there was anyone, and no one answered. At the moment of rescue, she had been burned beyond recognition and was already gone.

Go round and round, go round and round.

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Perhaps, just like her words, Li Huinan later lived a very hard life.

Li Huinan and Ou Fan later married, but Ou Fan did not like Li Huinan, but because he had to get married, because of his mother's later persecution.

Zhao Xinxin is a friend of Ou Fan, because of a car accident, he left a child, Ou Fan adopted the child and named it Ouyang, but the child is very rebellious and has always been very naughty.

Ou Fan's life is short, he will die when he lives to thirty-eight, leaving Li Huinan alone, Li Huinan at this time does not want to get married again, thinking that it will be like this for the rest of his life.

Li He watched his sister become an Internet celebrity, she was very envious, she did a lot of wrong things, and it was Li Huinan who wiped her ass all the time, but her younger brother had changed, and she didn't appreciate it at all.

"You have been kidnapped, and if you don't have 50 million, we will tear up the ticket."

"I didn't." Li Huinan didn't know where this was, she had a hunch that she wouldn't live long, as if she was going to gamble, but she already had the answer in her heart, her family saw that money was heavier than herself, and now her favorite mother was gone, and everyone else didn't care.

She was later found, but only as a cold corpse.