Ten sentences in the Book of Songs. Urgent 00 1 Guan Guan Luo dove, in Hezhou. A beautiful and virtuous woman is a good spouse of a gentleman. The Book of Songs Nan Zhou Guanluo

002 peaches die and burn flowers. Book of Songs Nan Zhou Yao Tao

003 brave soldiers, public servants. The Book of Songs, Nan Zhou and Rabbit's Inclusion.

004 Han Taikuo can't swim; The river is so long that it is impossible to take a raft. The Book of Songs Nan Zhou Han Guang

I'm sad not to see a gentleman. I stopped when I saw it, and my heart was relieved. The Book of Songs Zhao Nan Cao Chong

I am full of bandits, but I can't turn around. I'm full of bandits. I can't get involved. Book of Songs, Li Feng, Bai Zhou

Think quietly, but can't fly.

I think of the ancients, and I really got my heart! The Book of Songs Li Feng Green Clothes

009 is rich in life and death, Zi Cheng said. Hold your hand and grow old with your son. The Book of Songs, High Wind and Drumming

0 10 Kaifeng southerner, bragging about his salary. The Book of Songs Li Feng Kaifeng

Take the lead

Story composition of winter vacation ~! ~~! Urgent! The story of me and this book

Every wisp of memory gossamer in my mind is with my beloved book, which leads my soul and revolves around my dream. ...

I went to school in the mountains when I was a child. Teachers often take me and my companions to sit on the grass on campus and tell them vividly: the kindness of mermaids, the viciousness of bad queens, Donald Duck's humor and so on. Since then, books have attracted me like magnets.

When I was a child, I was more eager to have all the good books in the world and let myself grow up happily in the ocean of knowledge. Plus, my grandfather gave me several thick books, such as "100,000 Why", "Up and Down for 5,000 Years" and "World History". When I see a good book in the future, the feeling I want to leave for myself is always lingering.

What I remember most is that my mother and I went to the market on the other side of the mountain to sell vegetables. Passing a bookstore, I walked in without hesitation. There I saw the long-awaited complete works of world-famous fairy tales. I held it in my arms for fear that it would slip away and read it with relish. I don't know when, my mother has quietly stood by my side, with a smile on her face and kindly said, "Haier, do you like it?" I nodded, then immediately shook my head, immediately put the book back, took my mother's hand and walked out of the bookstore with heavy steps. When my mother is not looking, I look back at the bookstore from time to time, thinking that there is a more magical world waiting for me. ...

Actually, it's not that I don't like that book. I shook my head, because I knew that my family didn't have the money to buy me the thick Complete Works of World Fairy Tales. At that time, my parents not only provided for my younger brother and me to go to school, but also paid for the living and medical expenses of my elderly and frail grandparents. But the complete works should be 65 yuan! 65 yuan, how can there be so much money? I feel sad at the thought of missing my beloved fairy tale book, and I have to shuttle through the book in my dream every day.

Mom is busier than before. She goes out at dawn every day and doesn't come back until dark. So I often say that my mother is not good, because she has no time to listen to me about the touching scene when I met Cinderella in my dream last night. Day after day, I decided to find out.

That morning, my mother was as early as before. With the steep and winding mountain road, I followed my mother's figure in the moonlight and finally came to the market on the other side of the mountain. I saw my mother bend over and stretch her waist, and the can was quickly filled with that big cloth bag. Seeing everything in front of me, I feel like I'm in my throat, and I can't say "mom" with all my strength. I turned and ran away, unable to control myself any longer. Tears flooded my eyes like a flood. Hot tears can't help but shed my bitterness and pain, more of which is my helplessness.

In the evening, my mother came back. I filled the rice and whispered, "Mom, eat quickly, it's getting cold ..." My mother hummed happy little Song Like like a child after a hard day's work and coaxed me to close my eyes, but I pretended naughtily. Wow! I see, this is the complete collection of world fairy tales that I want most! The book I once dreamed of! In my dream, I imagined the joy of realizing my wish more than once. But at the moment, I can only hug my mother's neck and let the tears flow freely. ...

Late at night, outside the window, the dark blue night sky is covered with jewel-like stars, and the silver moon sheds bright moonlight. Under this charming mountain, I can't help holding this new book, but I have sad tears in my heart. Looking up at the starry sky, the moonlight reflects the starlight, which sets off the moonlight and melts into a beautiful picture. I thought to myself: tomorrow will be sunny!

The story of me and the book is the true composition of human affection and the touch of my life!

The story between me and the book is like a painting. In the painting, I snuggled up in my mother's warm arms and told the story in The Complete Works of Fairy Tales in the World, which made my mother laugh happily.

The story between me and the book is more like a cup of sweet and rich wine, which is full of mother-daughter affection between me and my mother. I want to use this thick wine to respect heaven and earth, to respect mountains and seas, and to let everything know the greatness of my mother.

Ask for a Korean newspaper. Urgent! 13756546990 rpm 1W

4 diaries, 2 comments, urgent! ~ That day, I understood

The wind blows gently, and the shaky lamp, like the eternal light, is bright and heartfelt, with an inexplicable throb. So, that day, I understood.

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That day, it was dark.

I walked quietly on the path.

The alley was silent, only footsteps echoed, beating the troubled heart. My heart is like a mess. I've been cutting, and my mind is still in a mess. The dull atmosphere and heavy study at school almost suffocated me.

I'm a little confused.

I put aside my distractions and moved on. Suddenly, I found that a small light lit up in the familiar dark corner today.

I can't help walking forward quickly.

"Bang, bang ....." The distant knock on the door rang in the ear and filled the air in the alley, far away and quiet, with a stirring feeling.

Walking in, it turned out to be an old woman pushing wonton and carrying a car knocking on the bang. A hot aroma fills the air, * * * with taste buds, carrying a dim little lamp, swaying alone in the wind. After reciting, grandma looks over 60 years old and should enjoy herself at home. How can she come back here to pick a wonton bear? I'm a little surprised.

Grandma saw me and greeted me warmly: "Come, children, have a bowl of hot wonton!" " "See me nod, she stopped the car, take down the portable folding tables and chairs, carefully wiped with the old rag around her waist, and called me to sit down. She skillfully opened a small drawer on the side, took out a small plastic bowl, opened another drawer and put some condiments into the bowl. Then uncover the lid and spoon some wonton into the bowl. Grandma sprinkled some chopped green onion on the steaming wonton, and suddenly the air was filled with a familiar fragrance, like a snack made by grandma when she was a child. It was simple and warm, and I wolfed it down with it. She stood by, wiped her hands with a rag and said, "You look unhappy, little friend. You must be tired of studying, right? " I nodded yes. She smiled and said, "In fact, you should be more open. Life is so beautiful, you should experience it! If I have nothing to do after retirement, I will burn some wonton here, and the children can come here to replenish their strength after school. " After a pause, she added, "The street lamps in the alley are broken these days, and it's too dark at night. I was afraid that those children would get scared on the way after school, so I bought a lamp to hang it up and let them go home with peace of mind. "I'm a little touched. An old woman needs someone to take care of herself, but she helps others in turn. The feeling of being moved in my heart arises spontaneously.

When she left, she told me carefully: "Be careful when you go home! If you encounter any trouble in the future, just smile and everything will pass! "

I feel something sprouting, growing and blooming in my heart, spreading the whole soul, emitting the fragrance of spring and nourishing my soul. I know, it is a seed called "caring".

On that day, I learned to care, and the bright light of love shone brilliantly at that moment. Just like the small lamp in the alley, it is ordinary and warm but always full of fields.

The light at the bottom of society

(Revised draft)

Perhaps the bottom of society is as dark as night and as confused as fog, but there are always all kinds of lights swaying in poverty and hard work, guiding the happiness of the bottom of society like a lighthouse.

The part-time worker in our family is a small light, which, though weak, has been flashing optimistically.

She's finished. Her husband has two children in Hunan, and the family seldom get together. She shared a small room with some friends and slept on the cold concrete floor at night. In order to save money, she only buys some pickles for dinner. After she comes to our house to clean, she will pack up the rest of our meals and go home. At first, I thought she wanted to take it back to her cat and dog. Unexpectedly, she happily explained to me that she could enjoy another meal today. I have mixed feelings in my heart.

Her frugality and material treasure enable her to keep an optimistic smile for a long time even if her life is tight.

Engaged in cleaning work for nearly ten years, she is already a senior hourly worker, and her rich experience and integrity make her business overwhelmed. Her hands have become swollen and white because she has been soaked in water for a long time. Her legs are often washed on the ground and there are thick cocoons on her knees. But she is still very happy. Because as long as she mentions children far away from home, she is really happy. This sensible child not only studied well, but also learned to be independent from an early age, which has always been her greatest pride. An honest husband planting a few acres of land without drinking or gambling is the most reliable harbor in her heart. There is another thing that she is most proud of. This summer, she used the money saved from working in Ryan in recent years to build a three-story building in her hometown, and a musical doorbell was installed on the magnificent door, which made the villagers envious!

Speaking of which, she seems to be much younger at once. The eyes of joy, like a flood, smoothed the wrinkles on her face that appeared prematurely because of overwork. There is a smile between the eyebrows and eyes, and there seems to be a ray of light in the eyes. Although weak, it is so striking and amazing.

I was shocked by her expression and words. Even though she lives in poverty and her relatives are far away, she is still so optimistic. She seems to have filtered out all the unpleasant things and deposited them in my heart. Everything that comes to my mind is surprising. On the contrary, a little setback can make me remember and grieve all the time, and hit my heart to the bottom. My attitude towards life is quite different from hers, and I am ashamed.

Before she went back to her hometown, I gave her an endless box of chocolates. She holds this small box of chocolates as if she were holding a precious treasure. I seem to see the mother on the long-distance bus who is eager to go home and share happiness with her children. On her face, I saw a charming light, which was happiness in a poor life and an optimistic hope for the world.

Grandma and the old house

I have always stubbornly believed that the old house is the most attached place in my heart and the real home I will miss wherever I go. And with grandma's old house, you really have a happy soul.

When I was a child, my parents entrusted me to my grandmother who was far away in the country because of my busy work. The countryside is far away from the prosperity and noise of the city, but it has a quiet and peaceful little happiness that urban residents can't reach.

I still remember the old face of the old house on the ridge surrounded by green water. This old house, with white walls and wooden structures, is built by the mountains and rivers. Due to the age, the paint on the powder wall is gradually broken and mottled. As soon as the wind blows, pieces of slightly yellow pigments are as beautiful as butterflies with broken wings, dancing in the sunset, and finally hitting the bluestone path, making a crunching sound. Black tiles are gradually covered with moss, like grandma's few black hair, lonely and distressing.

When I was a child, I liked to jump rubber bands and squares in the open space in front of the old house. I seem to feel that the old house cares for our happy growth with kind and gentle eyes and warms our happy life with warm and generous arms. The old house is the patron saint of childhood.

In my memory, grandma is an amiable and respectable old man with a kind smile. She would fan me to take a nap at noon on a hot summer day and gently put me to sleep with countless stories on a cold winter night. I vaguely remember the thick and warm touch when her calloused hand patted me on the back.

My old house is a faithful witness to the time I spent with my grandmother. Looking through the fog of time and space, I seem to be able to touch the quiet and warm past. It seems that I saw my naive and ignorant self when I was a child, leaning in my grandmother's warm arms and sitting in the creaking old chair in front of the old house to enjoy the cool. I will tilt my head in the sound of frogs and ask my grandmother playfully, "The moon is really like a cream moon cake. Grandma, can you help me pick it? " Grandma smiled and touched my head, picked me up and walked to the well, scooping up a bowl of cool and sweet well water. I am very happy to see the moon shadow rippling on the water. When my grandmother wasn't looking, I buried it in the bushes near the old house. Naively thought that I kept my "cream moon cake" and the good memories of walking with my grandmother.

As time goes by, the old house in my memory is no longer what it used to be. Many years ago, due to the demolition of old houses, the promised land of childhood finally collapsed and became a ruin. I finally returned to this city with my grandmother. The old house of childhood will eventually become a memory, and we can only meet in our dreams.

However, I still stubbornly remember my real home and grandma's old house.

Grandma and the old house are beautiful memories branded in the deepest part of the soul.

Discover poetry

The osmanthus flowers in front of the old house are in bloom.

When grandma told me the news on the phone, a poetic picture of osmanthus in full bloom flashed through her mind.

Six years ago, during the National Day holiday, my parents and I went to visit my grandmother in the country. In my memory, my grandmother is a kind old man who spent most of her life in her old house, which seems to be a witness to her life experience. On the edge of the old house made of bluestone, there is a osmanthus tree that has been vicissitudes in the wind for many years. No one knows their past history. You can only see the prosperity of the past from the carvings faintly visible on the eaves of old houses.

That year was lucky, just in time for Jingui to bloom. Sweet-scented osmanthus trees are smiling in the cool breeze, and there seems to be ringing laughter like a silver bell. There are bright yellow flowers and bones blooming constantly, and the petite and full petals seem to be full of hope for a year, bulging the sails fluttering in the wind. The trees are full of dazzling golden yellow, rich and sweet fragrance, and even dreams are fragrant golden yellow, full of poetic fragrance.

Since then, grandma has sent a small jar of dried osmanthus every year. I pestered my mother to make sweet-scented osmanthus dumplings to eat, even with that sweet smell. I look forward to it every day, every month, the blooming of osmanthus fragrans and the arrival of dried osmanthus fragrans.

As I grew older, I gradually forgot Gui Xiang in my old house. Because of the long journey, I hardly ever went back to my old house to visit my aging grandmother. So, I took advantage of the eleventh holiday to visit my grandmother in the country and the osmanthus in the old house after a long separation. By the way, go to the quiet countryside to find inspiration for writing.

As soon as I got off the bus, I hurried to the osmanthus tree in the backyard. But what you see is the bare trunk and the golden yellow everywhere. Looking at my disappointment, grandma explained, "It's cold this year, and the osmanthus trees are old and fall early." She paused and sighed, "It's a pity that you finally came back, but …" She shook her head and turned to the kitchen to cook. I couldn't help crouching down and picking up a small osmanthus flower. Still golden petals stained with a little mud, like a calm and poetic smile. Some osmanthus fragrans have rotted and become part of the soil. I naturally thought of the famous saying that "falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud can better express flowers." It is mentioned many times in the book that the falling flowers in the poem "turn into spring mud to express flowers more" embodies the dedication of flowers, just like the poet's loyal dedication to the country. But at that time, I always felt that this explanation was too political. Perhaps this is what the poet wants to express, but in my heart there is a kind of unclear and unclear meaning. Through the surface of things, I seem to have caught something, but I am very confused.

Looking at the fallen flowers in front of me, I have a strange feeling in my heart. When I opened a book "Song Ci", I suddenly saw the sentence in Su Shi's "Water Melody": "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs. This matter is ancient and difficult. " I had an epiphany. Yes, isn't that what flowers bloom and fall? It's just a natural law. However, even if you can't escape fate, you should show the most beautiful poetic side in your short life. This is the philosophy of flowers and the meaning of life.

I'm relieved to think of this. Life is short, and we don't have much time to waste. Our significance lies in grasping every minute, decorating the course of life colorful and interpreting the philosophy of life concisely and thoroughly. Recently, I have been so focused on the so-called static poems that I have forgotten the original poems around me. We have been struggling vigorously all our lives, writing poetic life and poetry, right beside you. As long as we have a pair of eyes to find poetry, we can write a poetic life.

Flowers understand, so do people.

Logging songs in the boundless sky

-thoughts on reading logging minor.

After reading Chi Zijian's article, I only feel elegant and clear, like a transparent crystal, and the crystal-clear texture wraps a quiet mind that is free from dust.

I am always moved by the author's frank and naive northern language. As if with her talk, she gradually went deep into her heart, followed her smooth thinking, felt her quiet life, listened to her feelings, and walked into the ice and snow in the north. Her words, like the warm spring breeze, scattered the clusters of white snow on the top of the birch tree, and the echo echoed in the distant hillside, making people indulge in this snow forever.

This is the case with Logging Minor, which reveals childlike innocence. There is the curiosity of stumps, the joy of baking potatoes, and the endless fun of listening to logging songs.

Snowy night, such as moonlight, standing under a slender birch tree, quietly listening to the melody of logging, such as flowing music, clear voice around the beam for three days, that kind of comfort and urgency, leaving an unforgettable rest. The tree seems to be immersed in this Yue Xian-style tune, and finally the thrilling cry of "Follow the mountain road-"is always integrated with the sudden fall of the tree, which is the end of the logging song. The crisp and sweet sound of logging flutters in the boundless sky, melodious and gentle.

I grew up in the gentle south of the Yangtze River, and I have never seen large tracts of forests, let alone heard logging songs. The trees in the north are masculine and tall, like tall and stout northeast men, and the trees in the south of the Yangtze River are weak and thin, like lovely girls in the south of the Yangtze River. I often see a few small trees standing alone on the roadside on the balcony. When I hold them, they seem to fall off when I push them, and my thoughts drift away. I imagine the towering trees in Daxing 'anling and the sound of logging rising in the boundless mountains.

Imagine a dream. I can only see the magnificent birch forest and hear the logging songs rising in the boundless space in my fantastic imagination.

Apple 6P, ask a question. No hurry! Hanging like this! Is it usually activated before startup? Hmm! As long as it's not bad.

Broadband network cable business problem, there is no such business as you said. . . Unless you are not afraid of trouble, open broadband for one month, close it for one month, open it again next month, and close it again next month. . . . Only 10 yuan will be deducted for downtime this month. However, according to our Unicom policy, please consult broadband customer service for details.

Mp3 is flooded, how to deal with it? (urgent, urgent, urgent! ) the volume and circuit side of the song list are likely to have moisture or conductive components. Resulting in the circuit not working normally. Blow it to the right temperature with electricity and dry it! Try opening it again.

What should dogs do with loose bowels? Urgent! ! ! It's best not to eat and drink less water first. Take some medicine and don't dare to eat too much according to your weight. Oxytetracycline should help your mother.

There is something wrong with the browser, urgent! The abnormal webpage display 100% is an IE problem!

Advanced system maintenance is to repair the registry. In many cases, the browser cannot be used because of the registry and malicious plug-ins or browser settings. This can repair your browser. You said there was nothing wrong with your browser. How could it show something wrong? If you can't fix it first, you can tell me online that you can't see your computer. You can only provide this stupid way, but it is effective in most cases. Try again.

Try a browser with a non-IE kernel, such as opera, and see if it's your IE or your computer.

You go to heaven to download an advanced systemcare, similar to 360 security guards, which can repair IE. Compared with the most popular foreign top 360, it is very easy to use! There is a simplified Chinese interface.

It is better to combine 360 security guards to clean up malicious plug-ins and then repair IE.

I suggest that you don't use IE browser at ordinary times. I suggest you try another browser, such as Opera. I suggest using IE less, which is easy to get caught, slow and bloated.

The following are the functions of several commonly used browsers for your reference.

opera

Fast speed and beautiful interface.

The control of CPU occupancy is the best among all browsers.

The memory control is a little big because it takes into account the speed of going forward and backward, because you don't need to download the web page again when going forward and backward. Opera has saved it in memory for you. Compared with the previous version of Opera, the memory occupancy rate is still much smaller than that of IE8, chrome, Firefox and so on.

Opera will never play dead, which is the only thing I have never seen in all browsers, although I use Opera 90% of the time.

In the past, the compatibility was not very good, but now it has been greatly improved, and now the compatibility is very good.

It is not recommended to use IE kernel (Windows of the World, Maxthon, 360, IE6IE7, IE8 are not as compatible as IE7, and the memory is not as good. The use of CPU is not well controlled. And easy to collapse. If you try early, you can play with IE8.

Chrome is used in high-end computers, which is fast and very resource-consuming, with minimal and simple functions.

Firefox is too complicated for beginners and a little slower than chrome. And it will be bloated because of too many plug-ins, slow startup, moderate memory control and CPU utilization.

Urgent, please help. It is normal to eat yuting within 0/5 days after menstruation/kloc-.

Menstruation will be late 10-20 days after taking late-stage contraceptives.

Chest tightness and abdominal distension are precursors of menstruation.

Wait and relax.

Test papers in the same room after 7 days. The morning urine fasting test showed that she was not pregnant, so it was impossible to get pregnant.