In the breezy night, watch the flowing fireflies flying, listen to the murmuring of the stream, put aside the fragmented thoughts in life, gently snuggle on the shoulders of the lover, let the gentle feelings linger, let the soft thoughts fly, in this quiet time, sometimes silent and happy, sometimes chanting and singing, such a night is beautiful and happy. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

When we walked on the green embankment, we listened to the singing of the chan on the branches, watched the fish swim around in the river, and gently smelled the fragrance of flowers and plants. At this moment, the heart is light, the thoughts are cheerful, there is a touch of joy flowing between the eyebrows, unconsciously away from the troubles of the world, the heart is placed in this piece of nature, such a time is also beautiful, relaxed, there is no burden and complexity of life, and the soul is also inhabited in this quiet land.

The most beautiful thing in life is Qinghuan, the heart-warming fragments of the days bloom around us from time to time, as long as we have a ray of sunshine in our hearts, open the heart window, there will be a breeze blowing slowly. For example, standing in front of the window and watching the flowers bloom one by one on the branches, the smile on the corner of the lips is from the heart, pure joy. When we stand on the lawn, our hearts are instantly close to the grass, and we feel the magic and beauty of the grass, which is like a carpet spread out, and there is an indescribable joy. This is the quiet beauty of time, the years are like flowers, the beauty of life is everywhere, as long as we are willing to open our hearts, we will meet with the good.

It's just that we are very busy on weekdays, and tedious things bind our hands and feet. In today's ever-changing world, we are constantly being swept by the rushing tide and running, so that we ignore the beauty of life. Because of our busyness, we have forgotten the beauty of looking up at the sky, the ethereal and graceful when looking at the mist and rain in the distance, and the joy that we longed for in the depths of our hearts.

Don't think about it so much, in fact, there is a light breeze and drizzle, a blue sky and white clouds, a long grass and flowers, as well as the curling fragrance of tea and a faint fragrance of ink, which is enough, enough. You can sit in the shade of a tree on a leisurely afternoon, open a book, immerse yourself in the story in the book, and breathe and beat with the fate in the story. Such a long time is not also the best life, a beautiful year.

Walking on the Mo of time, looking back at the road traveled, in the deep and shallow footprints, there are laughter, tears, perseverance, and a touch of bitterness accompanying the sun and the moon. In many cases, we just hide that gray color, and what is left on the paper is bright sunshine and bright smiles

Being together with people is fate, and we should cherish the time together. Whether it is flowers blooming and falling, wind and rain, as long as they are accompanied by each other in time, with wind and rain, together with the sun and the moon, regardless of the length of time or short, regardless of whether they are poor or rich, friends should treat each other sincerely, smile forward, away from the atmosphere of the market, there is no incident of flies and dogs, this is the best expectation to get along with people, so good, add a touch of color and warmth to the plain paper of life.

In fact, most of the road of life is sunshine and wind and rain, there are flowers, there are thorns, do not ask others how to see themselves, in the world, as long as you stand up straight, sit upright, everything has a clear conscience, you can count the years in the sun and the moon, watch the flowers bloom slowly, live every day, no need to be entangled in the falling flowers and flowing water, autumn leaves drifting.

Perhaps, we have silently given a lot, but we are still dissatisfied and resentful by others. We don't think about it, we just need to do our best, and we don't need to care about other people's words. Tell yourself in the quiet night, don't take the rights and wrongs of others to heart, and don't copy the mistakes of others in this world, I have my breeze, white clouds, I just let my own flowers bloom, fragrant, keep a fresh sky, and go my own way.

There are positive and negative sides to everything, it depends on how we choose. To make things simpler, this is the need of life. If it's complicated, it will be burdensome. Life needs a touch of ease, a touch of warmth, an understanding and tolerance. We must radiate positive energy and sow warmth with a sunny heart, so that the world will become harmonious and beautiful.

Don't think so much, do your best, carry a ray of sunshine in the day, let go of some dusty thoughts, be with words, accompany with the fragrance of flowers, freehand the beauty of life, feel nostalgic for a person and a thing you meet, a scene and a thing, cherish the morning and twilight, time is fleeting, and walk on the road of life with a happy heart.

The seasons change, spring goes to summer. The midsummer season is also beautiful, you see the trees and grass grow so luxuriantly, and the flowers on Mo are so enchanting. The warm freehand of summer is in front of you, and the poetry of the paper is floating in the eyebrows and eyes of the season. The lotus pond is already a piece of green lotus leaves, the lotus pond is surrounded by a faint lotus fragrance, there are fireflies flying in the summer night, frogs singing, and children chasing the fireflies to find?

A fence wall, first of all, is a wall. In the early years in the countryside, commonly known as "fence curtains", it was an extremely simple and most common kind of fence, which had the function of a fence barrier for homes and gardens, and was generally composed of reeds, branches, sorghum stalks or corn stalks. The so-called door is just a soft curtain made of stiff tree strips or bamboo, fixed on one side of the so-called "door frame", and the other side is tied with a piece of rope to tie a knot, and hang it on the "door frame" of the fence wall to lock the door of the fence wall.

The fence wall is a product of history, and its emergence and disappearance are witnesses to the development of rural areas and the changes in farmers' lives. In the sixties and seventies of the last century, the fence walls in the countryside slowly transitioned into mud walls, and in the seventies and eighties, tiled houses were gradually built, and the courtyard walls were also changed from fences and mud to bricks. Therefore, in the early years, the fence wall was the helplessness of a rural peasant life, a kind of simplicity of home. The last house in the village in his hometown to keep the fence wall was Mrs. Urushi's house on the building in the village.

Mrs. Qi is a native of Longxian County, Shaanxi, and she really doesn't know what her surname is. In her early years, Mrs. Qi and her young husband came to a village not far from the sea, engaged in a painting business, and the painting work was very good, so they helped the fishermen twist boats and oil tankers. People are used to calling Mrs. Qi's husband Brother Qi, Uncle Qi, and Master Qi. When it came time for us children, we all called the hostess Mrs. Qi. Mrs. Qi's husband later brought a group of young men, and the business was booming, and he also saved some money, but Mrs. Qi never gave birth to a son and a half daughter