What you eat in your mouth is cabbage, but what you see in front of you is pure and indifferent.

There are more than 100 ways to eat cabbage. Eat it raw, cooked, frozen, stained, as long as it doesn't rot. I wonder if God, after he created man, could not bear to see the hunger and cold of the people, so he developed compassion for the cabbage, and made the cabbage taste delicious in every way. I also thought, if a person only eats this kind of food Chinese cabbage in his life, will it be a way to live a long life? This kind of thought may only be cranky when I can't sleep, even if there is really a little bit of truth, who would eat cabbage so consistently? I can't do it, let you make cabbage one day at a time. But I had the heart to try, perhaps, when I lost all my teeth when I was too old.

Sometimes I feel that learning from poverty in life is not necessarily a terrible thing. What kind of family he is born in, for a child, it is not a matter who can decide at all. There is nothing wrong with saying that the children of the poor are in charge of their families at an early age. Before reaching adulthood, they can already do all the physical work of adults, and compared to those children who grow up in sugar cans, they really can't talk about the joy and unforgettable of childhood. Those visions and expectations for the future and lofty ideals have been smoothed out in the silent years and turned into calluses on the palms. It is like a donkey pulling a plate, and after many years, it is still pulling a plate in the same place. It's like a frog in a well, and there's only a piece of sky the size of a palm in front of you. Although because of the different economic conditions of the family, the books read are also different, but the years are very fair for everyone to grow together, the years have never been less than a day, and Sunshine has never owed anyone the slightest. Of course, at that time, I was also looking up at the simple future while harvesting the age along the way, in the slightly bitter scenery.

A lot of the past is a messy work, a busy day from morning to night, chickens, ducks, geese, dogs, pigs and rabbits. By the way, there's also a cage of squeaky and chirping birds, and sometimes I almost forget to add water to them, feed them and with money. If you don't serve them well, you don't want to eat a local meal. Of course, they have nothing but their own way of chirping, rattling, or arching the cabbage in the garden with their long mouths to express their dissatisfaction or dissatisfaction. At least I won't go to my parents and make a small report, saying that I abuse small animals, and I have to be ridiculed by those uncles after I am tired.

When I think back to my childhood, I really feel that I am covered in the smell of chicken manure that I can't smell it. The feeling of spicy eyes is difficult to describe in words, and I feel that the pen in my hand at this time cannot describe the terrible smell.

Chicken manure is a high-quality farmhouse fertilizer, which fertilizes a large area of land in a small garden, and there are endless garden vegetables and cherries, apricots and plums throughout spring, summer and autumn. There are also inexplicable delicate flowers around the garden, bees, and butterflies flying on it, which are probably variants of five-color chrysanthemums. When the flowers are in full bloom, I can't see it. It's always after school at dusk to find a big pit dug up by the wild children of the neighbors with shovels and even soil, which is really angry! I'm not afraid that the wild child will dig up the flower, but I really feel sorry that the flower withered when it was blooming. Just imagine, if you are one of those flowers, when they are blooming, they are ripped off by a big ugly doll and put on their heads, do you say that the flowers are ugly and the doll is ugly, or the doll is ugly and ugly? Whining! At that time, I hated the behavior of the wild child. To this day, anyone who doesn't know how to play with flowers and plants asks me for flowers and plants, and I was very reluctant to give them. Later, when I heard that the flowers and plants had withered and died in the hands of such rough people within a few days, I was very remorseful. In this ordinary person who wants to spend flowers and plants, he refuses directly, because this is tantamount to killing them in disguise, and I am willing to do it!

Sometimes, unconsciously, I suddenly look back and find that my character is so stubborn. Is there still a nymphomaniac like me in the world?

At this moment, the room was quiet, and in the middle of the night, I think, sleep reigned for most people.

The days after New Year's Day are flat and straightforward, endlessly continuing the repetition between two o'clock and one line every day. The unit and home are like a mechanical puppet, sluggish and uniform. Wasn't it, a few years ago, more than a decade ago, it was still like this, my God, and it is like this now. When I think of how tired I was from working during the day, I looked up at dusk and saw the sun sinking sadly. Life is just when you are a child, the family revolves around you, and when you become an adult, you revolve around the child, until your flesh and blood are boiled into a mechanical shell.

I slept until dawn, got up a little late in the morning, washed up in a hurry, and didn't look in the mirror carefully for a long time, but fortunately, it was still the same, although it was slightly a little panda eye. I didn't look very young when I was young, but hopefully, I wouldn't look too old when I was old. Oh my God! My idea is not more modest. It's not a loss, it's not a advantage, at least that's what I think. Who knows where the omnipotent Buddha is, and how to consider the aging of the face?

The temperature has risen quickly in the past two days, and it is half a month and a half. The sun is shining during the day and the night is silent. Although the snow is falling from time to time, you can also feel that the north wind has greatly reduced its irritability.

Plum blossoms, when it is the wax moon, hence the name. Against gusts of wind and snow, it drove away from the cold. I thought, although the cold has not disappeared, but the goose-yellow plum blossoms of that tree are cloaked in snow and welcome spring alone, how precious this spirit is! And how can it not be exciting!

After the plum blossoms, the wax moon will be remnant. At that time, the first thing that came to you in the east wind was the plum blossom. There are more than 100 varieties of plum blossoms, and we commonly have two large systems: fruit plum and flower plum. Most of the flowers are single-petaled, while most of the plum blossoms we admire are double-petaled. Lu You has a poem: "When I went to the west of Jincheng, I was drunk with plum blossoms. Twenty miles of incense continues, Qingyang Palace to Huanhua Creek. "The beautiful sea of plum blossoms and snow is vividly rendered. If you don't have a personal presence, you can't feel the mellow beauty of drinking wine. A good sentence "I was drunk like mud for plum blossoms." ", a good sentence "Twenty miles of incense continues." ”。 Imagine, the red light of the sunset is cast under the plum tree, people are enjoying the flowers and drinking under the tree, the drunken face is like a plum blossom, and the shadow of the plum blossom is intoxicated with the sunset. It was truly a sight to behold. Wandering in the sea of flowers, twenty miles away from the fragrance of flowers, I was really drunk into a pile of mud. I think, when the arrogant Lu You wrote this poem, did he get drunk under the plum tree countless times, did he meet the plum fairy when he was drunk, just like Cao Zhi met Concubine Mi between his mental trance and scattered thoughts by the Weishui River, and wrote the poem: "Dancing like a frightening Hong, graceful like a dragon." Glory autumn chrysanthemum, Huamao spring pine. ”

I really love to enjoy flowers, and I think it is a great pleasure for me. It's not just plum blossoms, but I inexplicably like plum blossoms, which are not afraid of the cold, brave the cold frost, and convey the unyielding character of spring news to people, which is too worthy of my learning.

When I get off work these days, I am thinking about going out to buy some New Year's goods this weekend and coming back. But for a while, I couldn't remember what to buy, except for what to eat and drink. The past few years have passed tightly, and the situation has deteriorated. I can save as much as possible in the province. I don't want this to go on indefinitely, and of course, no matter who else it is, it's hard to suffer.

When the years bring you a cup of bitter tea, gently take a sip, and then gently twist the bitterness with the tip of your tongue. Perhaps, in the days to come, you will truly appreciate what happiness and fulfillment are.

Life doesn't start with a cry, and you've ever seen a life with the word "easy" written all over its face.

If the life that God has arranged for you is a kind of torment, then in the torment, introspection and contemplation, the toil and pain melt into another kind of outpouring, and silently interpret a kind of fulfillment that others cannot understand. This kind of fulfillment is called enlightenment, and enlightenment is the avenue of people's hearts. There's always a sunny morning, there's always a cool summer night when the wind blows. When you look up at the night sky, you will always accidentally see a meteor streaked across the distant sky, and you will silently make a wish in your heart.

In the morning, the gray weather seemed like it was going to snow again. The twenty-four solar terms are about to complete her sacred mission and go to heaven to make a mission. The gods will also draw a strong stroke on the Ministry of Merit, and re-entrust the important tasks of the next year. At this time, facing the northwest wind, I went out of the house to buy New Year's goods. The shopping mall is dazzling and dazzling with a variety of goods, and it is a small day to wander around, and the two thighs are so tired that they support the body like two wooden sticks without feeling. I didn't think there was much to buy, but I ended up buying a lot of messy things. Some things are regretted after they are bought, and they are upset again when they don't buy them, which is really torture. When it was dark, I was carrying a large bag of small things in my hand, and my hands were red from the cold, and my fingers were frozen on the palms of my hands, telling that she was frozen, and resisted with a kind of numbness. I am very reluctant to torment you, but I will torment you, and I have indeed suffered it myself.

Oh my God! I went down to the house, dragging my tiredness and dragging the heavy harvest. After a brief tidying up, I collapsed on the bed, pulled up the big thick quilt, closed my eyes, and began to pray. Night, I beg you, to quickly put me, a man who has been tired from the day's toil, to sleep well! There, the moon is like water, and the angels of the night spread their wings as thin as cicadas, blowing the breeze of peaceful sleep. Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep, and even if I wanted to get up and move in my consciousness, my body had already fallen asleep without being called.