Morning glory, a woman flowers.
Days of high, thin clouds, cool breeze, is the morning glory of seasonal flowering season.
In rural areas, every household around the garden fence; in the mountains, both in roadside weeds and thorns, or is in the mountain jungle riverbank of Zashu you can see the opening of morning glory Ling Fengsheng. Morning glory does not choose the terrain location, without fertilization, irrigation, weeding, regardless of soil fertility, poor, and regardless of days of dry water-logging, morning glory will grow to be strong, flowering to fruiting. This alone, morning glory of the tough, strong, much like the character of working women. Is not it!
Morning glory is the flower in concubines. Singing the praise of scholars has always been rare in her, but she contented air flow.
Generally Flower Girls Pageant contestants or without Tsui Wai around the beads, not behavior among some, he is not aristocratic feminist is Chapman humble house in the shiny, Jing Chai in modest, though the wind fog coming from the DW, but has a natural charm Juanjuan She is full With natural beauty, without any polish, once polished, they lost the real America, have lost character, and people will lose her true love.
Morning glory purple, blue, pink, white, purple, like agate, precious stones like blue, pink, is exactly like the bride's Fen Lian, Yun-fat and white really like the white, no matter what color, no polish , they are nothing special Run fine, Run soft, moist, and tender, like a creamy general, as the new women's Nenlian after bath, tender skin. If you love any of them no matter what particular color of morning glory, I am confident that you will not hate or abandon any of the other color of morning glory.
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2010年9月18日星期六
She
She was not beautiful, her eyes showing girls in rural areas do not have depression, one with a few freckles of the face, not unique to the health of rural girls, she is my small village of about partnership with, a talk has passed away, with . I returned to the city in three decades, three decades after her death, we were three years of the occasion, her eyes, goes on face, in my mind for a long time get rid of, that I neglected her for years, like I it?
Sun fire, blazing sun direct earth, like all things on earth are not the angry, mature dry wheat drying, and anxious waiting for people to harvest, the seedlings drying listless children, and anxious waiting for people to jump into the Gun Tang, and risked seedling transplanting bubble years, the busiest year in rural areas, the most bitter of the season is up. She, like me, obviously do not have enough stamina and strength into this dirty, tired and bitter rural busy season. So we can escape is to escape, to hide the hide, side pen, cow side, cesspit, the best perch became Woliang, in that with the smell of the cool breezes, she and I talked about Her father, Shanghai, voice full of pride, Shanghai saw and heard about her tone full of envy. More often we are not saying anything, just quietly sitting, sitting, after the share of the comfortable enjoyment of tired, burning after the share of cool.
A hook golden moon, a clarion frogs, bits and pieces of the fireflies, she and I each carry a bench, holding a Pushan, marching night, happily marched in a mighty movie team. Along the way she and I talked about,, and so at that time were the fate of the heroine, sometimes lamenting, sometimes sympathetic, sometimes envy. With the growing conversation, I surprise: the one rural poverty and ignorance, how will output a yu-style girl. Road through a ridge, crossed a ditch section, I talk to her: national affairs, Mao Zedong was made, poems, (in a cultural desert, all kinds of fiction, cultural works are banned in the rural areas I am bored Only Mao's books to see), more often grumble: the educated youth to urban life dissatisfaction and yearning. I do not know how much road walking, and finally reach the open-air film screening point, but we are still very strong spirited and talk eloquently still talk, talk, rambling to talk about. I love just chatting, and finally met a talk with, a great "Brief Encounter" was intended.
Is the fear of rural labor, brought us together, is closer to the cultural life of poor of our distance. As the conversation again and again, I have a deeper understanding of her. She is the rare high school students in rural areas, my mother died, my father working in Shanghai, and brother live in the village of women on her "lazy" and "culture" of much dissatisfaction, and the village women, she also incompatible. Later I heard she in love, young man in town, I also happy for her, but also a bit worried that the city boy right? She will love you long time? In urban, rural Two days of age, a good guy and agricultural material girl will not fall in love.
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Sun fire, blazing sun direct earth, like all things on earth are not the angry, mature dry wheat drying, and anxious waiting for people to harvest, the seedlings drying listless children, and anxious waiting for people to jump into the Gun Tang, and risked seedling transplanting bubble years, the busiest year in rural areas, the most bitter of the season is up. She, like me, obviously do not have enough stamina and strength into this dirty, tired and bitter rural busy season. So we can escape is to escape, to hide the hide, side pen, cow side, cesspit, the best perch became Woliang, in that with the smell of the cool breezes, she and I talked about Her father, Shanghai, voice full of pride, Shanghai saw and heard about her tone full of envy. More often we are not saying anything, just quietly sitting, sitting, after the share of the comfortable enjoyment of tired, burning after the share of cool.
A hook golden moon, a clarion frogs, bits and pieces of the fireflies, she and I each carry a bench, holding a Pushan, marching night, happily marched in a mighty movie team. Along the way she and I talked about,
Is the fear of rural labor, brought us together, is closer to the cultural life of poor of our distance. As the conversation again and again, I have a deeper understanding of her. She is the rare high school students in rural areas, my mother died, my father working in Shanghai, and brother live in the village of women on her "lazy" and "culture" of much dissatisfaction, and the village women, she also incompatible. Later I heard she in love, young man in town, I also happy for her, but also a bit worried that the city boy right? She will love you long time? In urban, rural Two days of age, a good guy and agricultural material girl will not fall in love.
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Mother called (I've asked), said that an acre planted peanuts at home has matured and, if time to go back. Suddenly remembered the child who read "Peanuts."
It is a primary school, then read Xu Shan's "Peanuts" had in mind puzzled, why is it called a "peanut" rather than we used to say peanuts? However, this "Peanuts" It's nice, it seems more than "peanuts" more a sort of poetic, rather a kind of bookish (or refined the gas?). Later learned that the original name of peanut called "Peanuts" is whichever is "the flowers then the fruit of Health" was intended. Xu called for that of the mountain, it is poorly understood, is simply not heard. This time, however, read his little article, there is a different kind of feeling in their heart, then firmly remember his name.
After that read more like Yang Shuo's "litchi honey," contradictions "White Poplar" and style of prose, is a completely different tone, that the description of the ladles praise of praise, is that kind of passion, time to really inspire people to love the emotion. But I like or that a "peanut", while also praising, but without a trace, such as drizzle, coming softly. Kind of quiet leisure style, pale, as if there is a distant mood, really make people like.
Mr. Xu's peanut is planted in the "half an acre of open space" is the mother to the children like to eat the seeds, the children were involved as a fun, plainly, is a kind of idle and romantic experience. I was born and raised in the country, well aware of the real farmers who planted peanuts, in addition to their eating more in order to have a good harvest, you can earn more money, more consideration for the livelihoods, of which about fraction of the fun is not known. Often to the autumn harvest, entire villages will be busy, neighbors, have met only to rush to say hello, people's minds have become very simple, even the children playing in the road is quiet, because adults are busy, not as is so Chongni of their idle time. Busy time is tianfanjie, essentially the whole family can be helped back to revenue will be back to peanuts. This time even to eat, become hasty, a little more slope far from home, and in the altogether in the fields to eat lunch, eat in the shade blind on a little while. The autumn sun was wound up glittering like a voice, fieldwork empty and quiet, so tired after the nap Mutianxide, does seem more than a big soft bed to sleep in even more Shen Hong. A few days and looked at the courtyard in front of the hills gradually piled fruit like shining white children, sons and daughters of long-suppressed work, accompanying adults savor my dear parents, the joy of the harvest, tired but still happy. Hot bath at night, covered with lack lack warm kang lying, even if there is persistent insomnia do not know where to go will go, talking, they would have fell asleep a ... ...
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Home helping their parents receive peanuts, completed two days (many people also). Bring in some fresh, clear water boiling, and authentic. My colleagues enjoy the show it face Doodle, the sweet, delicious. We say: delicious.seo|
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It is a primary school, then read Xu Shan's "Peanuts" had in mind puzzled, why is it called a "peanut" rather than we used to say peanuts? However, this "Peanuts" It's nice, it seems more than "peanuts" more a sort of poetic, rather a kind of bookish (or refined the gas?). Later learned that the original name of peanut called "Peanuts" is whichever is "the flowers then the fruit of Health" was intended. Xu called for that of the mountain, it is poorly understood, is simply not heard. This time, however, read his little article, there is a different kind of feeling in their heart, then firmly remember his name.
After that read more like Yang Shuo's "litchi honey," contradictions "White Poplar" and style of prose, is a completely different tone, that the description of the ladles praise of praise, is that kind of passion, time to really inspire people to love the emotion. But I like or that a "peanut", while also praising, but without a trace, such as drizzle, coming softly. Kind of quiet leisure style, pale, as if there is a distant mood, really make people like.
Mr. Xu's peanut is planted in the "half an acre of open space" is the mother to the children like to eat the seeds, the children were involved as a fun, plainly, is a kind of idle and romantic experience. I was born and raised in the country, well aware of the real farmers who planted peanuts, in addition to their eating more in order to have a good harvest, you can earn more money, more consideration for the livelihoods, of which about fraction of the fun is not known. Often to the autumn harvest, entire villages will be busy, neighbors, have met only to rush to say hello, people's minds have become very simple, even the children playing in the road is quiet, because adults are busy, not as is so Chongni of their idle time. Busy time is tianfanjie, essentially the whole family can be helped back to revenue will be back to peanuts. This time even to eat, become hasty, a little more slope far from home, and in the altogether in the fields to eat lunch, eat in the shade blind on a little while. The autumn sun was wound up glittering like a voice, fieldwork empty and quiet, so tired after the nap Mutianxide, does seem more than a big soft bed to sleep in even more Shen Hong. A few days and looked at the courtyard in front of the hills gradually piled fruit like shining white children, sons and daughters of long-suppressed work, accompanying adults savor my dear parents, the joy of the harvest, tired but still happy. Hot bath at night, covered with lack lack warm kang lying, even if there is persistent insomnia do not know where to go will go, talking, they would have fell asleep a ... ...
... ...
Home helping their parents receive peanuts, completed two days (many people also). Bring in some fresh, clear water boiling, and authentic. My colleagues enjoy the show it face Doodle, the sweet, delicious. We say: delicious.seo|
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