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After the cherry blossoms. Content Warning.
After the cherry blossoms fell, I could not afford to see the flowers any more. Late April, the end of spring. From the initial flowering sprout to bloom, a lot of flowers are written in a spring. In the depths of spring, the large clusters of flowers are better than the wildflowers found by the roadside. The exuberant vitality of wildflowers, in the suburban wind, facing the rain and dew of the sun and moon, vigorous and proud to open. Do not provoke spring breeze, do not surprise passers-by. Prefer those who are not good at drilling, let it be spontaneous and natural. Deliberate things, may be clever, but always feel unattractive. On that day he came to the peach garden and passed through the pear flower field. Deep sigh, so beautiful. Bathing in the flowers, playing in the flowers, is joyful, but also happy. For pink pear white, is light joy, like the eye. But the wildflowers I met recently are lonely and determined. One is fun, one is independent. Simply fell in love with this legacy and independent posture, do not ask, do not contend for beauty, do not make spring, do not deliberately. Is that kind of persistence, in their own feelings, write their own. Friendship. For them, it is deep love, deep love. The spring is deep and the flowers are tired. Landing, reborn. Between shallow joy and deep love, are flowers. I am afraid that I am tired to see the heart of flowers, and have nothing to send. Shallow joy will be pleasing to the eye, deep love will run the heart, but people can not mention flowers tired. Look at the two hate, originally is a pretence of beauty, and do not want to spend years relative. It's like love. Light love, from amazing to hate, may not be enough time for a flower. Classic love is the snow lotus on the iceberg cultivated by years of care. I don't know, is seeing the beauty of flowers, just gave birth to fatigue. Or originally for these short flowering period, no expectations. Therefore, there is no beginning and no end. Pale heart, full of a person's Qinghuan. Such beautiful flowers, will make life tired. We mortals in the world, often relative, how can long without the heart of boredom?He has had the habit and hobby of raising pigeons for many years. He works alone at a food station in the country. He built a shelter on the roof of his house where he kept the pigeons' food. There's corn, soybeans, wheat, and special pigeon feed. Carefully counted down, he has been raising pigeons for more than 20 years. He especially likes pigeons, white, grey, blue and so on. His wife was a country girl. The dove became their matchmaker. That day she went to a blind date, and when she saw him raising so many pigeons, she felt that the man in front of her must have love, and she would not be wrong to marry him. And she married him. Working at a food station, he works with pigs every day. Collect and sell pigs and be responsible for their profits and losses. Many farmers have difficulty raising pigs and selling them. At that time, he rented a motor boat to collect pigs by the river. The farmers on both sides of the river know that he comes to collect pigs, and everyone will sell them to him, the price is moderate, and the old do not coax the little do not deceive. In addition to raising pigs, he keeps more than 300 pigeons. Every morning, before the sun came up, he went to the roof and looked at the lovely pigeons. The sound of pigeons, very kind, very warm. One day, he received a letter from the pigeon association, saying that there would be a pigeon competition, starting from his hometown in Hechuan, Chongqing, and flying to Lanzhou, with a lot of prizes. He tried his hand at pigeon racing. Thousands of kilometers? I don't know if my pigeons are capable? Pigeon keepers are heading to Lanzhou to wait for the results. He was waiting for his pigeon to arrive first. Oh, my God, it's a miracle. How did this pigeon know this direction after traveling all over the world? He was puzzled in his heart.
By Stephanie Allen3 years ago in Cleats
Speaking of waste
Speaking of waste batteries, it is a big pollution! In the waste battery in landfill treatment within a month, the metal shell of the waste battery will be corroded and perforated, and the harmful substances in the waste battery will enter the soil and water, causing pollution to the environment. According to environmental experts, if 6 tons of domestic waste is mixed with a mercury-containing battery, when the waste is landfill, the concentration of mercury in the soil will exceed the safety standard, and it will not be able to grow vegetables; If the waste battery is mixed with domestic waste into the incineration plant, the mercury, cadmium and other metals in it will be vaporized and discharged into the atmosphere at high temperatures, which will pollute the atmospheric environment and affect human health; If a waste battery is put into the water, the water within a few kilometers will contain toxic, can not be drunk. Therefore, we should learn to collect and dispose of waste batteries. In my life, I often collect some waste batteries, such as: No. 5 battery, mobile phone battery, No. 7 battery, etc. I often put them in envelopes and put them in the bookcase in the living room. Grandma did not understand my actions, often would say: "Hang Hang, you collect these batteries for what?" "Is it environmentally friendly?" "Environmental protection! It's good if you study well!" Although grandma opposed me, but I still insist on doing so, if there are waste batteries, I still put them in the envelope, put them in the bookcase. In this way, I collected for two months, and finally can dispose of these waste batteries. Today, we came to the RT-Mart shopping mall, in a corner of the counter, there is a plastic box, which is specially collected waste batteries. I put these dozens of waste batteries into the box, I was very happy, because I found a home for the waste batteries. I really hope that if everyone collected and disposed of waste batteries like me, then the land and water would not be polluted and they would be greener and bluer......The days are like a trickle, passing through the fingers of each day, the footsteps of pedestrians tapping the black stone road, again and again, back and forth. That simple and thick mud brick wall, precipitate the traces of history. The light of the morning ripples, in the corner of the eaves drop into a warm. The sun, reflected in the corners of everyone's eyes and eyebrows, brews out a hazy golden light, like a dream, such as fantasy. The dull days into a poem, in the poetry leisurely forward, chew the days into a prose, although the rural days will encounter a variety of unsatisfactory, we are painful and happy. In the logistics activities, encountered a variety of unsatisfactory, the rice is not cooked, the dish will not be done, the difficulties are heavy, in the publicity activities, hard to write every day, to the major websites, will encounter rejection, feel dark every day. When volunteer teaching, we should take care of each child's emotions, control the classroom atmosphere, and maintain good classroom discipline, which sometimes cannot meet the requirements of every child. When I go out for research, sometimes I will meet a lot of people's rejection, and sometimes because of the language barrier, it will cause great difficulties for the research work. But fortunately, we still persevere, more and more brave, believe that every day is better and better. At the end of a busy day, you can calm down and appreciate the gains of the day. Whenever this time, the guitar and the music, accompanied by the moon and stars, in the gentle breeze under the comfort, we safely fall asleep. I clasped my hands and prayed prayfully, delusional to retain the footsteps of the goddess of time. If I may, I'd like to sing myself to you. Please listen carefully, our fearlessness, our bravery, our persistence.
By Shawanda Larry3 years ago in Cleats
Father's face
Tonight, I want to cook a dish in front of mom and dad. I took two tomatoes and four eggs out of the refrigerator. Put the tomatoes into a basin of water wash wash, and then take the cutting board cut into pieces, then the juice in the tomatoes flow on the cutting board, stained my hand. I took a small bowl, picked up an egg, think their technology is good, the egg to the bowl a knock, did not think of knock a big hole, the egg is not aligned with the bowl, half of the egg white and yolk can not wait to slide to the ground. This is finished, in order not to let my mother see, I quickly brought a mop, mop the egg liquid on the ground clean. I guess I was too proud. When I laid an egg, I carefully gently tapped the bowl, and the shell broke a crack. Holding the two ends of the egg in both hands, the mouth of the bowl hard to break, the egg white and yolk obediently fell into the bowl, so I put the remaining two eggs into the bowl. The egg yolk in the bowl is like a sun, lovely. I took a pair of chopsticks, stir up, have not stirred for a while, the lovely little sun disappeared, the egg white and yolk dissolved together, into a pale yellow liquid. I really wanted to touch it, and then I couldn't bear it, so I reached in. Wow! It was so cold that I quickly pulled my hand back, and the yellowish liquid stuck to my hand as if it were close to me.
By Keva Martenez3 years ago in Cleats
The sun shone through
The sun shone through the window on my body, and I suddenly jumped out of bed and looked at the time. It was 9:30. And the students better ten o 'clock in the Riverside park to play, only half an hour, all blame the damn alarm clock, did not ring. I dressed quickly, washed my face, and then stuffed two pieces of bread in my mouth and ran downstairs as fast as I could. By the time I got to the square in Riverside Park, I was out of breath. I pulled out my phone and looked at it. It was two minutes to ten, and I was relieved. I turned around and found my classmate waving to me. We walked along the Yangtze River to the stone forest, walking halfway, there is a flower bed in the middle, which is planted with grass, flowers, to reach the stone forest or take a detour, or directly through the flower bed. We looked at each other and prepared to go straight through the flowerbed, which we did in spite of the conspicuous signs erected in the flowerbed. There are some people behind us, they seem to be out to play, I think: they should also be from the flower bed through it, sure enough, some of them stepped in the past, and then some people behind followed through the past. When I was happy to guess, I was surprised to find that one of them was standing in the same place, and finally he chose to take a detour, which was very unexpected. I did not continue to walk with my classmates, but stayed, to see this person around for a long time, walk for a long time, when he went to his partner, his partner seemed to be a little angry to ask him: "Why do you want to go around so long, make us wait for you for a long time, what is the meaning of this!" He said, "You don't care, but I do, and the grass does." At this point, I bowed my head in shame.Today, I went to Ningbo Ramon Universal City to play, Ramon Universal City is so big! Inside play things are divided into indoor and outdoor, outdoor is a large amusement facilities, suitable for adults to play, indoor is some small, suitable for children to play. When I came to the city of Ramon, the first thing I saw was a castle like house. There was a long queue in the ticket hall, a sea of people, and it took me a while to get in. Woah! So many rides! Pirate ships dangled in the air, carousels lined up, Small train attracted the eyes of many children, portrait kite 3 took me to put wings, round my dream of flying in the sky, let me feel the joy of flying, but my favorite is Poseidon adventure, this game is very exciting, playing people are also very much, we waited for almost three hours to turn. When we arrived, I quickly put on my raincoat, sat on the boat, buckled the seat belt, and held the iron tightly with both hands, for fear that if I were not careful, I would fall down, and my heart was pounding. The ship opened, and at first it was OK, but in the middle of the ship went up, I thought: sad, to the exciting place. Only heard a "whoosh" the ship opened quickly, but also up and down, let people's heart also followed seven up and down. After a while, the ship finally slowed down to a place full of skeletons, skeletons from time to time emit screams and ghost cries, making people creepy. After a while, the ship suddenly opened up to the highest point, but also issued a "click click click" sound, as a result of the ship rushed down, we were scared to scream loudly. Because when I rushed down, I felt like I was going to fall, which was very scary. The day passed quickly, and I left the city of Ramon reluctantly. Ramon City is such a fun and exciting place, I will come again next time.
By NORIS SWEETING3 years ago in Cleats
Today my mother took
Today my mother took me to the composition class, I really depressed! I still remember two days ago, as soon as I came home from class, my mother said to me with a straight face: "Lei Lei, tell you one thing." I said "Good things, bad things." Mom said, "Well, good thing." My mind immediately flashed, go to the amusement park, go to Christmas... Just when I was looking forward to it, my mother said, "Your sister is going to composition class, let you go with her." Aaargh! This is not accompanied to study, only heard of studying abroad with a companion, this last composition also called me as a brother to "accompany to study"? Mother said: "No, your sister is for you, such a good thing you don't do..." But after a thunderstorm, the sky finally cleared up, and I immediately resisted: "No way!" Not to be outdone, mother said: "I tell you, do not go, otherwise I deduct your wages." I thought how could I live without my only pocket money? I'm in a financial crisis! I had to toughen my head to agree, but in the evening I still fought with my mother, my mother's reason is: you are about to graduate from primary school, the teacher is to teach the graduating class, you have to go to the results must be able to improve fast. And you see your essay every time you have to lose so many points, if you fail to take a point in high school, you may not get into a good high school, and Mom has to pay. My reason is: about to graduate, you gave me last week to add English, this week to add my composition, then you next week is not going to give me to add the Olympic number... ... Isn't this aggravating? Anyway, I do not do, weekend on so many classes, I also do not review! How miserable my life is... At this time, I sang Zhao Yuxuan's version of "Chrysanthemum Terrace" adaptation of the world's saddest, most miserable song. But I was defeated by my mother in the end. Aych! Or the veteran, one for two, I think I'm unlucky!Compared with the previous life, we have more, we work less, we are blind more, and we reflect less. Maybe you'll find out what you really lost. I have also found in my life that I seem to have lost something that a citizen should have. Open the memory of the confession, while the ink has not yet dried, each reading harvest quite deep. At that time, the scorching sun baked the earth, although can not hear cicadas, but also full of irritability and restfulness, willow dejected, everything seems to have no vitality, occasionally a trace of wind blowing, but also hot. I suddenly found that the plastic bags thrown down by passengers fell on the bus passing by, "Which one has no public morals, throw plastic bags everywhere!" I complained, I saw the bag floating for a while, did not find the owner, then fell on the street, lying there quietly, which made me more irritable, staring at the bag, my heart kept accusing the person who threw the plastic bag. Suddenly, I felt a burst of joy and energy. The footsteps attracted my fretful thoughts, a small boy running and jumping there, but he suddenly stopped, paused for a moment and ran over, I thought I saw something good, but then he ran to the plastic bag and grabbed it, I was about to say, don't move how dirty, he ran over with the strap and said: "I thought you were going to pick it up." I was frozen, watching him run to the trash can, my face was red, I do not know whether it is the weather, or shame, the child ran and jumped, as if everything is full of vitality, let me out of the deathlike silence, I feel everything is infected by the child's happy footsteps... ... Who is going to do this this summer, but the basic thing is to let a six-year-old child teach us.
By MESHON KAYMORE3 years ago in Cleats
Problems
Life throws a series of problems in our way, and we must deal with them no matter what. Sometimes its way more complex than we thought but eventually, we get over it. With problems come anxiety, grief, discomfort, guilt, anger, sadness, and despair. But with difficulties, our lives become interesting and we get to learn about other people and ourselves. Problems make our lives happier and more fulfilling. How we approach problems often determines whether we're happy or miserable.
By Rida Abdul karim3 years ago in Cleats
Why Guardiola's Managerial Disciples May Struggle to Overhaul Him
The bare statistics of Manchester City’s recent domestic dominance make for stark reading, with five titles in just six seasons and two ‘trebles’ (one domestic and one continental) hinting at a huge chasm between Pep Guardiola’s team and their rivals.
By Lewis Humphries3 years ago in Cleats
Melodic Milestone Playlist Challenge Winners
Music has the incredible ability to touch our souls, elicit feelings, and evoke memories that last a lifetime. It is a universal language that connects people of all ages, cultures, and backgrounds. Milestones are frequently regarded as significant accomplishments in the music industry. The Melodic Milestone Playlist Challenge was a remarkable event that took place just recently. In this test, music fans were offered the chance to organize a playlist that exemplified individual achievements, and the champs of this opposition were genuinely remarkable.
By mera koi nahi3 years ago in Cleats
This bronze work
The famous "Copper galloping horse" unearthed from the East Han Dynasty tomb, is a national treasure bronze cultural relic, is also a tourism symbol of our country. From the side, a galloping horse stepping on the swallow, with a unique charm. However, when the profile photo was recently released, netizens said it was unsightly and even distorted. In my opinion, the appreciation of cultural relics should start from The Times and grasp the essence; Should not be subjective, should not grasp the rest.
By Delcie Nier3 years ago in Cleats
Our country has many famous. Content Warning.
Our country has many famous aphorisms about integrity, such as: "people do not stand without faith, the country does not have faith is not strong", "word must be trusted, action must be fulfilled" and so on. We live in this world, is to communicate with people, communicate with people, if we lose the trust of others in their own, then we are not everyone to avoid the lone person? Time and space change, but the integrity is still shining attractive light. Many small things about honesty have been recorded in the history of our Chinese nation. When I was a child, my parents often told me about "Zengzi killing pigs". This story mainly tells about Zengzi's wife to the market, her son to follow, as he walked, while crying. His mother said to him, "You go home, and when I come back, I will kill the pig for you to eat." His wife came back from the market and saw Zeng Zi about to catch a pig to kill. His wife stopped him and said, "That's just for fun with children." But Zeng Zi said: "You must not talk to children for fun. Children are not sensible, they should learn according to their parents and listen to their parents' teachings. And now you've got him, you're teaching kids to lie. When a mother lies to her child and the child does not believe her mother, it is impossible to teach the child well." So Zeng Zi killed the pig. When I heard this story as a child, I knew the adult's. Words may not be trusted, and sometimes they will deceive themselves, but some of them are white lies. No matter how adults deceive themselves, they must be an honest boy. So much for the past, it's time to talk about mine. One day in the summer vacation, my mother asked me to help her buy a pack of salt, and I was very good and came to the door of the supermarket. It was high noon. It was hot, and the sun was radiating heat in the sky. In front of the supermarket, people crowded, swarming up. I was pushed into the crowd and couldn't get out." "Ding" a crisp sound sounded in my ears, and I followed the sound and saw that something shiny had fallen to the ground. I walked over slowly and picked it up. I saw a silver pendant, a surprise, thought: so many people, do not know which is. Might as well take it home. Just want to put into the bag, think of what he once said to himself, to be an honest child. Holding the pendant in his hand, he looked around in the crowd, looking for the donor. I looked in a corner and saw a woman holding a child, looking down for something. I moved with difficulty and reached the "end" with great difficulty. "Auntie, did you drop something?" I pretended to be puzzled." Yeah, yeah. I lost a silver pendant that my husband gave me for my birthday." The aunt was so worried that she was on the verge of crying. Her brow wrinkled and she was relieved. So, is this it?" I took out the silver pendant I had just picked up." Yes, yes." Auntie turned sadness into excitement. I then returned the pendant to my aunt. As soon as my aunt tried to stop me, I turned and left to buy salt. In fact, if you want to keep your integrity, it is not so difficult, but you need to take it seriously, take everyone, everything, and everything seriously.
By DANIELLE SPENCE3 years ago in Cleats
