Time: 2010-5-1111:24:47 Words: 737
The Battle of Man and Mosquitoes
Spring was cold and windy. In Dongguan, the southern country, it seemed that spring would never come, especially on a restless night. The mosquitoes that gave people headaches made people think that summer had just begun and the war between humans and mosquitoes had just begun.
I couldn't sleep last night. The evil hand was actually a mosquito that wasn't cute. I just took a shower and lay on the bed, but I couldn't enter a dormant state. She covered herself with the blanket and vaguely felt that there was a devil stirring up trouble under the blanket. Who was it? He might as well get up and bring it to justice. There was a buzzing sound in his ears. It was a mosquito that attacked me.
The Buddha said,"If I don't go to hell, who will?" All living beings have the right to live, let alone a cute mosquito? Satisfying its small wish and having a full meal, my loss is only a little blood and pain.
Thus, I pretended not to know of its existence. It seemed to have discovered this secret. A new continent was opened up on my arm, and I began to mine it with all my might. It was as if there were unlimited resources there. It would sing the love song " He Must Love You Very Much " and dance the samba with interest. Still not satisfied, she started humming the love song, Ten Thousand Reason. I was drunk, intoxicated by the wonderful performance of this cute mosquito. It could totally participate in a pop star selection contest. With its three-legged cat skills, it might even be able to win a championship.
Finally, the mosquito was tired. The pair of eyes that were observing its every move in the long night was also a little tired, but the pair of eyes could not relax for a moment. Otherwise, who would send the mosquito off? Who would sing for the mosquito? Mozzie's breathing was very even. It seemed like she was sleeping well. Occasionally, she would shout in her dreams. After carefully identifying it, she realized that it was Hua Zai's " Love You for Ten Thousand Years." His martial arts were really profound. He did not forget to cultivate even in his dreams. Could it be that he wanted to reach the point of perfection and defeat all the pop singers?
Suddenly, the mosquito stretched its body and spread its wings to fly. At this moment, the evil black hand began to show off its might. In just a moment, the mosquito could not find its way north. It was probably too full, or it had not completely lost its sleepiness. Just like that, a cute mosquito ended its short life after eating and sleeping.
Only the bloody picture was left on the scene. Who would have thought that a war without smoke had once taken place here? The winner's smile dissipated in the wind, leaving no trace.
The Great Release of Poetry on the Chinese Valentine's Day
2010-5-1111:35:27 Words: 1189
The Magpie Bridge Reunion of the Qixi Festival (1)
How many times have I looked back?
Finally, in exchange for this moment of reunion
the cycle of life
Thirty-eight years of longing
The wait for reunion became short
Three hundred days of longing in a year
I've long made lovers tired
Thirty days of suffering
Let the long love
At the two ends of the magpie bridge, no longer far away
we are, together once again
Kissing like lovers became a common occurrence
Thanks to the affectionate magpie
Build for love again this year
The river has no depth
The stars hide their smiling faces
Cowherd and Weaver Girl's endless lingering
If everything could be repeated
Who doesn't look forward to the longing of the autumn water
A delightful encounter
An earth-shattering stare
See you again on the magpie bridge of the Qixi Festival
It's God's arrangement
Is the fate we must cherish forever
Collated on September 6, 2007 (written on August 296, 2006: 50AmTuesdaycloudy）
Chinese Valentine's Day (2) Disappears
You turned off your phone
Your voice is no longer in the air
I try to find traces of you in my mind
But it's silent
Our distance was once 0.001 millimeters
At this moment, what is pulling apart our distance
I shouted your name on the street
You hide in a lonely corner
Being alone is not your only one
My umbrella is falling in the rain
Without me, who would be willing to support you?
I'm still searching
That familiar figure is far away
the seventh day of July
Is it only the cowherd and the Weaver Girl who meet on the magpie bridge
I'm still searching
Waiting, waiting for that familiar voice
Disappearing is not your right
But you let it go without any leeway
The Lost Castle
Whose song is still going on?
One day in July
I lost your message
As if the earth had lost its inherent rotation
The sun and moon lost their light
When the moon is no longer hazy
Do I still have dreams at night?
Searching, searching
That's all I have
It only takes 0.0001 seconds to disappear
But I've been looking for you for 14400 seconds
What is fitting is no longer fitting
The disproportion still continues
If this is the end
Please let God clean up this mess
Xu Dajun Grass on August 12, 2007
Qixi Festival (3rd), 7th of July (7th), Magpie Bridge Immortal Meeting Again (Prelude to Confession)
No wind, no moon, no lightning, no clouds, no stars
The magpie and the bird have lost the news
The cowherd and the Weaver Girl fabricated a legend that lasted for thousands of years
No liver, no lungs, no love, no desire
Who is here to enjoy the miracle bestowed by God
It's not only love that crosses the silver river
And my infinite thoughts about you
When it's time to confess, I let reason occupy the high ground
Cupid's golden arrow is aimed in the dark
A nation that never misses a shot
But what I pour out is the miracle of love
Fight to cross, fight to cross
Startled countless lonely stars
The magpie bridge has been built
It's you, Weaver Girl, who is walking with light steps
The gigolo's Atidas shoes really lack charm
Meeting, knowing, falling in love, only one step away
I lost myself in the crowd
Ban Mu Fang Tang on August 19th, 2007 at 23:50
Qixi Festival (4) July (7) Magpie Bridge Immortal Confession
That night, meet friends, drink a few, slightly drunk, write this article, and miss so-and-so.
No wind, no moon, no rain, no light
Everything in the void
Thinking of the silver river crossing the dark river
The legend of the cowherd and the Weaver Girl has long been ancient
Is a silent confession
Or leave boldly
I want to muster up the courage to pour out all kinds of melancholy
Who else to listen to?
Sorrow is no longer a ritual
But a natural restraint
Beyond the fetters of the heart
To smuggle the ocean of love
It's a day when I should confess but I'm speechless
Maybe quietly leave
Or bury the silent love deep
Maybe I should play another role
Like friends or lovers
Or just forget all the pain
To open up new territory that belongs to me
A cloud floated in the sky
Could it be that they have already met at this moment
Mount Aetna
Or the forests of Norway
Whose pen is struggling to write in the boundless sky:
XX, I love you
Written by Xu Dajun in the early morning of August 20, 2007
Magpie Bridge Immortal's Full Moon
That night, drink a little red wine, slightly drunk, write this article, and miss so-and-so.
At the beginning of the half-moon, a long song flies in the air, and the night is quiet and cool
I want to meet you in my dream, and my one-sided love hurts even more
Nocturne alone, Chang'e's desolate Guanghan Palace guards the empty room
The Moon-Watcher fantasizes about the Shang Dynasty, so what if it's day and night?
July 24th, 2007, early morning, Magpie Bridge Immortal
The Encounter Is Too Beautiful
2010-5- 11 14:10:11 Words: 247
Encounter is too beautiful
meet at a time
no rain
be sunny
're apart
It's still sunny
no rain
Encounter is too beautiful
Deeper than the sea
Brighter than the full moon
fresher than the air
Brighter than the sun
Looking back at one in forty thousand
We detect each other's position
I care too much about feelings
Too much trust in reason
Encounter is too beautiful
does not believe in tears
Don't believe in regret
Don't believe that candlelight is more perfect than a bonfire
Encounter is too beautiful
The story of the cowherd and the Weaver Girl is too hypocritical
The long telephone line is also tasteless
We used to be 0.001 millimeters apart
But now I have no choice but to taste the taste of longing
Encounter is too beautiful
Looking up at the starry sky, that one is the most beautiful
Looking down at the earth, which flower is the most beautiful
Looking at your face, everything seems too beautiful
Intoxicating night
The person I miss is singing alone
Encounter is too beautiful
At 2007.9.523:00, misssomebody
The Mid-Autumn Moon Appreciation and Missing Chapter
2010-5- 11 14:13:46 Words: 437
Mid-Autumn Moon Appreciation and Missing
Ding Hai Mid-Autumn Festival, and friends Huan drink, until dawn, slightly drunk, write this article, and Huai so-and-so.
The moon is bright and the stars are few, good times
The sky is getting colder tonight
The drinker stops drinking and asks the heavens
Where is Sister Chang'e wandering?
The hands of love hope in the distance
a warm embrace
Or do we enjoy it together from a thousand miles away
A full moon and the moonlight of longing
Beautiful myths are sung
Hou Yi might only wait quietly
Until the end of time
Zhu Bajie took the opportunity to hit and hit by mistake
So what if Wu Gang is depressed?
Full moon, longing for home
Miss Mochizuki
The girl I love is not by my side
Wandering, wandering, wandering
That I will never forget you
In fact, you are my moon
Reaching out to pluck, where is the beauty to speak of?
When we fantasize about meeting each other
I'll be in tears
The footsteps of love can never be stopped
Full moon, longing for home
Mochizuki Sifang
The days seem long
The moon is also shy
Am I too crazy
She actually wears a beautiful halo-Halo of the Moon
Show us or hide
Deep down, she was also very flustered
Full moon, longing for home
The moon is full of thoughts
The lonely person under the night sky is you
Is your face also full of vicissitudes
Pilgrims adore your unchanging smile
And an honest heart
Scattered to the sky
Scattered to you in the distance
No matter the ends of the earth
Or Wenzhou, Suzhou and Hangzhou?
The heart that loves you is always filled with tragedy
Full moon, longing for home
Full moon thinking of Fangfang
Singing in the middle of the night
Wandering in the dream
When will you come back to me
Written on September 267, 2007:30am
The twelfth National Day, a cool breeze, a tour of Huizhou West Lake
2010-5-128:47:34 Words: 5246
The cool breeze of the West Lake in Huizhou during the National Day tour
During the National Day holiday, he wanted to climb Luofu Mountain in Huizhou to seek the truth of Taoism and be a person with six roots or a very quiet life. His plan was not as fast as the changes. Finally, he felt the viciousness of the Goddess of Time, so he decided to go to Huizhou West Lake to take a look. He heard that Su Dongpo, a poet of his generation, once married a concubine there and lived beside West Lake for 13 years. Su Shi once wrote a poem: If you want to compare the West Lake with the West Lake, it is always appropriate to wear light makeup and heavy makeup. It was a pity that they had only lived happily for 13 years, but they had left a good story in the world. Perhaps it was the celebrities who made the West Lake more beautiful, or perhaps it was the West Lake that was originally very beautiful. In short, they influenced each other, so Huizhou West Lake became one of the beautiful scenery of the West Lake series in China that could compete with Hangzhou West Lake.
My friend and I hit it off. Anyway, it's not far from Dongguan, so why not go? Hence, she got up very early and set off very early. She was in a light mood, but she did not expect the economy of the Chinese holiday to be so strong. The usual fare of 20 yuan had turned into 35 yuan in the blink of an eye. She wanted to argue with the ticket seller, but she still argued as if she had a good reason not to give the money to her. That would be a huge mistake.
Also, there seemed to be a lot of people. There were so many that I didn't have a seat at the station. Such a situation was really rare. I was even more confused about the holiday economy of my country. Back to the topic, my goal is to go to Huizhou West Lake. As long as I can be pulled there, the speed is really slow. The bus No. 88 is like a snail heading to the destination. I am really depressed. I actually walked for nearly 2 hours. Alas!
When we were about to reach Hui Huan Market, I called my friend Jing. She said we could get off at Hui Huan Market. I didn't expect to arrive at Hui Huan Market in the blink of an eye. I called again to ask for their whereabouts. She said that she was rushing here from the company. I took out my phone and looked at my watch. It was 10:01. I told them that I was waiting for them at the Tianchao Farmer Bank near Hui Huan Market. I waited for more than 10 minutes. I thought something was wrong. They said that the company was very close to here, and I had been standing at the entrance of the Agricultural Bank of China without moving, so I called again. They called at the same time and told me to wait at Darong Shopping Mall. I looked up and saw that it was not far away. They told me to wait at the entrance of Darong, so I rushed over.
But as I rushed over, I kept thinking about a problem related to the psychology of men and women. Because this matter was very simple. They both chose the same place to wait. I chose the bank, and they chose the supermarket entrance. In the unseen world, gender and thinking are always closely connected. After all, men were money-making animals, so they had more opportunities to deal with banks. Women were born to spend money, so they were destined to go to the supermarket many times to fill their shopping baskets. That's all, because we're about to meet. I didn't expect them to call me again and ask me to look for them under the two big lanterns outside Darong Gate. I was very depressed. I looked forward and saw that there were really two lanterns. Who would have thought that God was deliberately testing me or that he really felt sorry for me? A gust of wind blew, and an untimely sprite-sand-entered my eyes. There was not a single grain of sand in his eyes. Now that there's a whole pill, I can't help but rub it.
I was searching for their target and finally saw it. It was as if the goddess who had been waiting for so long had finally found her husband. My friends probably became prettier, but there was a little sadness in their eyes. I didn't notice it until I washed all their photos. The sadness that I couldn't suppress became even clearer.
Of course, they didn't recognize me because I had just gotten a haircut. My hairstyle was quite terrible. We were like long-lost friends, but we didn't hug. After all, this was an inappropriate action. If they were men like my comrades, I would have pounced on them without hesitation. Everyone looked at their watches. It was 10:40. It was still early. A friend's female companion suggested that they go to see West Lake together. This was the real purpose of my visit to Huizhou on National Day. Everyone unanimously passed the resolution.
Waiting for a bus on National Day is always a headache, so I suggest that if you have time, it's best not to arrange a trip on National Day. It's very painful. We had already waited for a few cars to arrive, but they were all crowded. Helpless, the three of us squeezed into one car. As a grown man, I had nothing to say, while the two little girls were very depressed. I saw that they were squeezed so hard that they couldn't breathe. How could I bear it? Fortunately, the journey was not very far. They finally arrived at their destination. It was noisy, or it could be said that there were people playing everywhere. They finally found such a suitable time to bring their family, accompany their friends, or walk alone with their swords. In short, Huizhou West Lake was a good place. Although not many people knew the romantic and touching story of Scholar Dongpo and his concubine, the beautiful scenery was indeed obvious to everyone.
Although the water wasn't big, it was still a few square kilometers. It was very romantic and pleasant to swim in a small boat in the lake. I felt a little happy.
The three of us began our tour of West Lake today. Everyone first went to the Purple Garden. I didn't know what kind of sad and beautiful stories there were, so I couldn't care less. I was a little thirsty, so I asked,"Are you thirsty?" The two little sisters actually said that they were not thirsty. It seemed that my thirst came at a bad time. I could only bring the two of them to a casual bar in the Purple Garden. It was very open and I believed that it would not be very fun inside. I asked for a coke and they drank orange juice. Everyone walked around the Purple Garden and found a lot of beautiful scenery. Unfortunately, they did not bring their cameras, leaving behind this touching and unforgettable scene. I suggested to rent a camera, but the quality was quite poor. I still curse this camera for wasting our expressions.
On the side of the bar was a big tree. Although it was not a towering tree, it had its own charm. There was a section of its trunk that was very low, so it became a paradise for many children. It was their paradise. Perhaps only children in this world were always carefree. Their happiness infected us. I was in a light mood, but I couldn't tell that I was in a quiet mood. Now that I think about it, it was a sign of depression. I didn't notice it all along. Perhaps I was immersed in the joy of visiting West Lake. Moreover, the elfin that jumped into my eyes never gave up on attacking and disintegrating me. Fortunately, my willpower was strong, and all the happiness belonged to me.
I stood by the water of West Lake and wanted to recite poems, but unfortunately, my inspiration was eaten by wolves. I couldn't find the right words to express my feelings. Sunset clouds and lone ducks flew together, and the autumn water was one color in the sky. When I went to Humen that time, when I saw the Humen Bridge flying north and south, I blurted out poems. Now, I can't. First, I'm neglecting to learn poetry. Second, I really don't have the passion. Third, I don't have to show off my restraint in front of my two little sisters next year. That's all.
There was no lack of happy people in the lake. They were driving small boats to flow with the waves. The atmosphere was quite enviable. Originally, they were using air boats or pedal boats, but many people had no intention of letting the small boats run at high speed. Naturally, they had lost the joy of life and the true meaning of tourism. We wandered around the road behind the leisure bar. There were three big characters in front of us, the Kapok Hall. There were several couples inside, perhaps reminiscing the comfort of Su Shi and his concubine hugging each other. There were a few cars parked by the lake. It could be seen that West Lake was fair to everyone. Whether they were rich or poor, whether they were women, children, or old people, they all came to visit West Lake. When tourism becomes a form of leisure, our country is becoming prosperous.
There was a pavilion floating on the surface of the water. After searching for a long time, he could not find its name. It seemed that it might be a modern product. After passing through the pavilion, I saw a large sculpture on the lawn. I was about to climb up to investigate its true origin. A young girl was playing a zither, as if she was very infatuated with it. I also seemed to hear the sound of nature from beyond the heavens. When I observed again, I discovered that there were two young girls playing. Moreover, they didn't seem to be holding a zither in their hands, but a western instrument. I didn't recognize it. I asked the two of them, but they naturally didn't know. I wanted to leave something here. Of course, I objected to the despicable methods of so-and-so. Hence, he climbed onto a platform on the sculpture and left behind the most touching moment.
The Hundred Flowers Continent was just ahead of them. The name was really nice. He did not know what was inside. The entrance fee was 3 yuan. Could it be that Colombus had discovered the new continent? However, when he looked up, he didn't see much. There was only a lush green area in front of him. It wasn't bad to call it a small island. When I first entered the district, I had to cross a bridge. When I was in Purple Garden, I looked over here. It seemed that this bridge gave me the sense of beauty of " a small bridge with flowing water and a family ". Now that I am standing on the bridge, I suddenly think of Bian Zhilin's " Broken Chapter "," You stand on the bridge to watch the scenery, and watch the scenery stand upstairs to watch you.”However, it seemed that once he stood on top, his image would be completely exposed, and he could be judged in every corner of West Lake. He didn't want to think too much. The scenery was more important.
After walking a few steps forward, they crossed the bridge. The words " Hundred Flowers Continent " were engraved on the beam of the gate. Let's go, there's no need to stay. The real charm of the Hundred Flowers Continent is still the ***** Memorial Hall. Of course, I left a moving scene here. Walking along the road and entering the **** memorial hall, it was as if they had entered another world. The information about **** was quite rich. There were ******'s sayings, *****'s memorial badge, and pictures and magazines of *****'s important stages in history. It was as if we had once again entered the era that **** had experienced, once again going on a spiritual journey and thoroughly cleansing our souls. I was immersed in it. I didn't expect the two little sisters to be so interested in sex. This was beyond my expectations. ****** The poem "Spring in Qin Garden" Snow and Spring in Qinyuan. Changsha " and " The River Is Red " are still very catchy, but I can't recite them. There is a relevant reminder at the gate," Don't be noisy." I think it's probably afraid of disturbing Uncle Mao's rest! Therefore, our visits were always careful, for fear of bringing disharmonious notes to the tranquility here.
So I walked forward again and suddenly came to a place. I saw a few sunny youths taking photos there. I didn't know what was going on. These were just a few bonsai. The so-called difference in profession was like a mountain. Since I had never studied bonsai before, no matter how beautiful the bonsai was, it was useless in my eyes. The two little sisters seemed to know nothing about potted plants. He quickly passed through the bonsai. Perhaps this was the origin of the Hundred Flowers Continent's true name. Unfortunately, since that was the case, why should he stop? The road ahead was not very clear. As they walked, they searched. Finally, they reached the lakeside again. The beautiful scenery in front of them was once again unobstructed. Although a few bamboos were not very beautiful, they grew just right on the shore. There were always some humiliating words on them, such as "so-and-so visited here","so-and-so loves so-and-so", etc., which affected our aesthetic standards.
Seeing a tower in the distance, he kept walking in the direction of the tower. He had already noticed the bustling crowd, and it was a spectacular scene. The fact that tourism had become a peaceful activity was once again verified. We should be glad to live in such an era and live in such an air. We arrived at the main scenic spot of Huizhou West Lake. On the bus, I joked that there was a Lei Feng Pagoda here. Could it be that the legend of Xu Xian and the White Lady had once again played a role? I really wanted to take a look.
In fact, the biggest feeling of visiting Huizhou West Lake was not only to admire the historical site--the place where Master Dongpo once lived, but also to feel the cheerful atmosphere here, feel the rapid development of Huizhou, and feel the lovely people living in such a country. This was indeed the best place to relax. Strolling along the shore of the West Lake, I felt relaxed and happy. It was as if there were clear images in my mind. I recalled the love that crossed time and space, and recalled the magic of China's reform and opening up. Huizhou might be a good place. Huizhou's Sony and Desay batteries had more or less occupied a place in China's electronics industry.
Following the crowd, I wanted to go to the lake to take a boat ride, but the two little sisters didn't agree. Since that was the case, I stood by the lake and looked at the lake. The small boat was rippling, and I had endless fun. It's not bad to enjoy the scenery. Imagine if one day I can visit the West Lake. Even if there is the danger of dying at the bottom of the lake, I can leave a beautiful arc for the West Lake. When they reached the fork in the road, there were many trees. Many tourists left an unforgettable moment here. I couldn't remember what tower it was. Anyway, I was sure it wasn't Lei Feng Tower. Perhaps Lei Feng Tower was too deep in my mind that I finally forgot its real name. The first thing that came into view was a stone tablet with the words "Jade Pagoda Weilan" erected on the side of the road. Climbing up the stairs, it was as if they were going to purify their souls. The air here was really fresh. Looking up, there was a more reserved feeling. The pagoda was hidden in the shade, not exposed, not hidden. That kind of beauty could not be expressed in words. Many tourists came here to remember it. Perhaps everyone yearned for this kind of feeling that could completely relax their souls.
The crowd came in batches, as if they were a group of worshippers, all yearning for their god to perform the final apex worship ceremony. I climbed the stairs. The stairs were very wide, but due to the limited time I had, I didn't have the time to count the number of stairs. All I could think about was climbing up the stairs, the desire to conquer the tower, and the feeling of completing a grand and glorious ritual. There were many people who entered the tower for sightseeing. I wanted to see it, but I still had to wait in line. It was fine not to see it. This became the regret of this Huizhou West Lake tour. We walked around the tower a few times and finally felt a little tired, so we sat in the corridor and took a nap.
He was a little hungry, so he knew that he needed to find a place to eat. He wandered around and kept looking. This was a commercial street, so there was naturally no place to eat. Unfortunately, perhaps this was the most unsatisfactory place in Huizhou West Lake. It was so difficult to find a place to eat.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, he couldn't hold on any longer. He decided to return to Hui Huan Market and found a place nearby to fill his stomach.
This National Day tour of Huizhou's West Lake should have come to a satisfactory end. My friend invited me to take a look at their company. I've always liked to see the style of these big international companies. It was a long distance from Hui Huan to Sonny. They had finally arrived. The location was good. The air was fresh, and there were no bustling markets or shopping malls nearby. If they wanted to study here, it should be a good place. Unfortunately, I think it's a little inappropriate for a place with a relatively developed economy to not have a decent market to support it. People's thoughts were contradictory. On the one hand, they needed a place to have fun, and on the other hand, they wanted to study hard. After eating and drinking to my heart's content, I wanted to find a place to sing, but I couldn't find it after searching for a long time. It seemed that the entertainment places around here were really rare. Finding one was not a solution. I had already lost my last hope here. It seemed that the service industry in the periphery of Huizhou was very sluggish, or it wasn't perfect yet. This was also a sign that the development of a city was very ordinary.
He decided to find a place to rest with his friends. We bought a bottle of drinks and sat at the entrance of the supermarket. I began to communicate with them. Perhaps this was the real way to get to know Sony. The management mechanism here, as well as the culture and company culture here, were indeed different. I didn't want to talk about it in detail. I finally prepared to leave the city when the sun set and bid farewell to Huizhou. Everything here left a deep impression in my mind.
Thank God, today's weather was always cool and refreshing. Although my eyes couldn't contain even half a grain of sand and had been suffering from the torture of a grain of sand, I still felt very happy. Due to this good mentality, my eyes had miraculously recovered before I left. However, I showed my weak and helpless side in front of my two younger sisters.
Perhaps I would find something I needed here, such as a complete repentance of life, or a world-shaking love. I thought of the TV series "How Far Is Forever" again and couldn't help but ask myself: How far is my love or other forever? Maybe I'm used to playing a tough guy like Arnold Schwarzenegger and seeing myself as Superman. In fact, I'm nothing but a grain of sand in the world. That's all!
Perhaps I, Hu Hansan, will come again.
Collated on October 77, 2007: 34am
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