Beauty, haunting the earth, with a good eye for discovery to pay attention to life, you will sigh - where on earth there is no scenery.
Where is the landscape on earth? Look, the beautiful nature, willow waving, the grass grows warbler fly, spring warm is a landscape; green, water sparkling, summer enthusiasm is a landscape; golden world, the wind soughing, autumn is a landscape of maturity; miles of snow, silver, winter is a landscape of clarity. The harmony of the wonderful nature is an indispensable part of the landscape on earth.
There is no scenery on earth. Read, heavy cultural history, "the desert, the Yangtze River," the majestic and magnificent is a landscape; "when the moon, the wine ask the blue sky" is a landscape of sadness and despair; "the long wind will sometimes break the waves, straight hanging The boldness and self-confidence of "Sailing on the clouds to meet the sea" is a landscape; the sadness and melancholy of "Asking you how many sorrows you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward" is a landscape. The culture is an indispensable part of the landscape of the world.
There is no scenery on earth. Look, the crystallization of human wisdom, majestic and spectacular stretches for miles of the Great Wall is a landscape; magical and bizarre civilization miracle of the pyramids is a landscape; infinite broadband world is a landscape, Venus mutilated arm is a landscape; flying to the outer planets of the grand blueprints is a landscape; into the Western building of Lianfang Building is a landscape. The crystallization of human wisdom is an indispensable part of the landscape.
There is no scenery on earth. Listen, the echo of life: a young man took out a hundred dollar bill to a less than 1 meter beggar, half a minute later, the beggar limped towards the 30 meters away from the donation box, the hundred dollar bill into the box, but also from their own pockets to pull out a few coins into the box. The sound of the coins, it is the beggar's kind and sincere voice, the echo of life, the inner voice of the heart, is an indispensable landscape on earth.
Open your eyes, with the discovery of the beautiful vision and warm feelings to look back at the world, you will sigh - everywhere on earth is the scenery.
My favorite scenery
I don't care about the magnificent figure of Mount Tai, which is "a glimpse of the mountains"; I don't care about the vastness of the ocean, which is "the sun and the moon, if it comes out of it"; I don't care about "the steam of the cloud, the waves shake the river. The Dongting Lake that the magnificent momentum; do not care about "smoke and willow painting bridge, the wind curtain green curtain" of the Qiantang that the romance of the wind and snow, these are not my most favorite scenery.
I don't care about the chrysanthemums around the hedge at the foot of the South Mountain, which have been picked up and chanted in the East Hedges and bloomed for thousands of years; I don't care about the lotus flower in the water in the silt pond, which is standing in the wind in the middle of the pure and pure gentleman's flower; I don't care about the peonies that bloomed in the city of Luoyang in the large group, which are red through the rich and noble flower of the world's prosperity, which is insufficient to embellish the landscape that I am most fond of.
In front of my eyes is always unfolding about such a person's scrolls of ancient paintings: when he was a teenager, his rate of fifty light cavalry rushed into the enemy camp, the momentum like a tiger, in the thousands of horses in the no one's territory, one hand lifted up the rebels, out of the siege, and set up a hefty reputation. The first time I saw him, I was so happy to see him, and I was so happy to see him, and I was so happy to see him, and I was so happy to see him, and I was so happy to see him, and I was so happy to see him, and I was so happy to see him, and I was so happy to see him, and I was so happy to see him.
The courage of the young man is really amazing.
In his middle age, he was wearing an official uniform, the pen is voluminous, nine discussion ten theory such as beautiful celery such as perfect jade, said every sentence is incisive, but the powers that be are indifferent. Only advocate jingo iron horse, fight the enemy, he was repeatedly ostracized. Even though the deeds before the South Ferry, the coward for the rise, the Holy Prince of Heaven saw three sighs, but the official career is not as good as expected, three ups and three downs. He looked into the distance, only to feel a touch of sourness surging up his throat, could not help but release: "Kill thieves kill thieves kill thieves kill thieves!"
The middle-aged loyal to the blood surging.
It is already late, take out the sword under the pillow, still sharp, in the dim candlelight, will be a piece of smoke, killing air, depression and gray battlefield across his eyes, at this time, a string of tears, a string of turbid and miserable tears, a string of tears to death will not be congealed, crushed on the page. Pen, trembling, suddenly, two eyes shot out a light, spit out a mouthful of cloudy air, clearly see, his mouth constantly brewing in the end of those two words - "kill the thief"!
The old man's dementia is even more shocking speechless.
For a long time, straight to my heart, conscious of the heart. Jiaxuan juvenile courage, middle-aged loyal, twilight obsessed, these three, if he did not have a deep sense of patriotism, determined to serve the country, and how to shock the people? The hot heart, is my favorite scenery!
2. write Yichang beautiful Yangtze River essay, 300 words, urgentHave you ever been to Wuhan? I'm not sure if you've ever been to the city, but I'm sure you've never been to the city before. Do you know how many famous attractions we have in Wuhan? Haha, you've been asked by my question! You don't know! There are many interesting places in Wuhan: there are Mulan Tianchi, Mulan Mountain, Yangtze River Bridge and so on. One of my favorites is the majestic Yangtze River Bridge, which is one of our iconic attractions in Wuhan.
The Yangtze River Bridge is a modern bridge, which has a novel shape and grandeur, like a huge dragon lying on the Yangtze River.
The Yangtze River Bridge has long approach bridges at both ends. Walking on the circular approach bridge, the right side is the sidewalk, the left side is the carriageway. At the end of the approach bridge, I saw the four big shining words "Yangtze River Bridge". From south to north, the railings on both sides are made of shiny square marble. The sidewalks were made of square cement blocks. On the side of the road is a row of street lamps, the lamp post is tall and straight, holding three square glass lamps. At night the lights are all on, and the beautiful bridge floats above the Yangtze River like a seven-colored ribbon.
There are also many myths and legends on the other side of the bridge, such as Dayu's water treatment, the nine heads of birds and so on. My father told me about them before, but not as clearly as this one.
What a beautiful and majestic Yangtze River Bridge! It is the pride of our Wuhan people. You are welcome to come to Wuhan as a guest!
3. Composition on YichangYichang Kang Xiao Instructor Liu Chong
Yichang is my hometown, which is known as the world's capital of hydropower and is a beautiful city.
Yichang has the world's largest hydroelectric power station - the Three Gorges Project. The construction of the power station of the Three Gorges Project is beneficial to the country and the people, it can generate electricity and prevent floods ...... Yichang is located in the scenic Three Gorges, the city's streets are clean and tidy, the roadsides are full of flowers and green trees, and the city also has a lot of beautiful parks and squares, which have become a place for the public to enjoy recreation and rest. Now Yichang is becoming a world-famous hydropower tourism city, attracting many Chinese and foreign tourists.
I can not help but think, hometown is really great! I love my hometown.
4. Seek hometown essay (Yichang's)My hometown is a beautiful and magical place, located in a small county surrounded by mountains and water, and the scenery is picturesque and mesmerizing all year round.
In spring, the hills are filled with beautiful flowers, colorful, as if flowers woven into a large quilt, covering the hills and plains with a thick layer.
In the summer, my hometown is even more beautiful, the mountains are beautiful, the river is crystal clear, there are a lot of fish, shrimp and crabs, they play happily, a moment to hide in the cracks of the rocks, a moment to stick out their heads to see who is coming, there is a paradise for the children here, my friends and I often go to the side of the small river to swim, catching fish, bathing, playing in the water, to wash off the heat of the summer, we are cool, cool, and fun!
The fall is a great time for us!
In the fall, my hometown, a golden yellow, a piece of fallen leaves like a dancing girl, in the air with a beautiful dance. A cluster of chrysanthemums compete with each other, adding infinite vitality to the golden autumn.
In winter, my hometown has become a beautiful fairy tale world, a blank slate, I play snowball fights with my partners, snowman, intoxicated in this beautiful white world, the snow girl dancing in the air, is to tell us the story of spring?
My hometown is like a mother, in my troubles and sorrows, give me warmth and happiness, let me thrive, my hometown mountains and beautiful water, green trees, birds and flowers, is a heavenly place, I love my hometown
5. My hometown of Yichang essayIn the fall, my hometown of birch forests is the most beautiful, the autumn wind gently sweeping, the sky falling leaves, as a flying Butterflies, as if a dancing elf in the sky to dance and rotate. Falling on the ground, paved a golden road, where we play stream, hide and seek. Stroll through the jungle, looking upward, straight white trunks, golden leaves, quietly listening to the birch forest narrative ......
"Beautiful Habahe, my lovely hometown, the lofty and majestic Altai Mountains ...... you are the sun in my heart." Not bad, as sung in the song, everything in my hometown is so beautiful and sacred - harmonious life, beautiful mountains and rivers, simple people ...... I not only feel close to my hometown's mountains, rivers, land and customs, even a grass, a flower, a flower, a stone, a brick and a tile in my hometown, I feel close to my hometown, I feel close to my hometown. A stone, a brick and a tile, but also so let me stay in love, so I can not help but want to caress ......
picturesque hometown, the beauty of the seasons, vibrant, birdsong spring; hot sun, green grass like summer; gold and blue, fruitful autumn; silver, pink and jade winter. Like a vigorous and changeable child, a moment to change a kind, all have their own characteristics. I don't believe it? You see -
Spring
Spring, everything is revived, the home of the earth back to life, a vibrant scene in front of people. The river ding dong dong, play the symphony of the earth; birds chirping, talk about the future of the good life; hardworking Kazakh herdsmen with a long winter, physical strength is almost exhausted herd, lined up in a neat procession of relocation. Spring sunshine is exceptionally bright, the spring girl unfolded the sun's smiling face, warm beams of light shot over, so gently touched me, like a mother's hand. The sky, how colorful, dazzling? Ah, the original is the children in the kite ah! Under the illumination of the blue sky and white clouds, the colorful kites are fluttering and soaring freely.
Spring, we bathed in the warm spring light, everything is so energetic.
Summer
The summer sun in my hometown *** hot, crazy burst out of its dazzling light, baking the earth, the ground dusty. Quietly, only the heat surges out of the river. Voila! There is a group of children under the trees, with homemade nets in their hands, moving quietly toward the flowers! Getting closer, it turns out that they are pouncing on butterflies. If it is to call a few good friends, go to the river to catch fish, must be a good idea.
In summer, we play in the clear water and blue sky of our hometown.
Autumn
In the fall, the birch forest in our hometown is the most beautiful, the autumn wind gently sweeps, the sky falling leaves, as a fluttering butterfly, but also seems to be a dancing elf in the sky to enjoy the flying, rotating. Falling on the ground, paved a golden road, where we play stream, hide and seek. Stroll through the jungle, looking upward, straight white trunks, golden leaves, quietly listening to the birch forest narrative ......
In the fall, I was immersed in my hometown's picturesque birch forest
Winter
Snow like silver beads, like powdered shavings, like poplar, and one after another, hung up for us a white The snow is like silver beads, like powder, like poplar flowers, and so on, hanging a white curtain for us. Looking up through the sparse snow curtains, the distant high-rise, vague, as if in the fog, like in the clouds, seem particularly confused. Snowflakes play in the air. "Snow family" unique white in the bright sky shining silver. It cleanses all the dust of home, filling the loneliness of the harsh winter.
In winter, I play with the lonely snow in my hometown.
In the spring, I pick up a wisp of spring wind and give it to my hometown, so that it blows my hometown; in the summer, I hold a splash of sun and give it to my hometown, so that it warms my hometown; in the fall, I pick up a few pieces of fallen leaves and give it to my hometown, so that it decorates my hometown; in the winter, I scoop up a piece of snow and give it to my hometown, so that it cleanses my hometown.
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6. beautiful paragraph describing Yichang within 30 minutes1 that time, in Nanjing, just started to remember some bits and pieces, the picture often appears a beautiful countryside, I quietly walked away from adults, sitting alone on the grass, the sycamore tree leaves began to rustle and fall, rustling and fall, the many mysterious beauty fell into together. I'm not going to be able to do that.
I was suddenly confused, and my little mind could not bear the excitement. I picked up a fallen leaf in such a state of confusion.
The leaf was yellow-brown, curved, like a dream boat, and there were two beautiful sycamore seeds on the side of the boat for a long time. Every wind I will be in the rain of falling leaves through, picking up a ground of sycamore seeds.
There must be one or two sycamore seeds that I did not pick up sprouted on that grass, right? It's been twenty years, and I seem to be able to hear the distant west wind again, as well as the rustling leaves in the wind. I can still see those boats carrying dreams, sailing in the meadow, sailing in the hope of a seed.
-- Zhang Xiaofeng, "Autumn Autumn" Review This text expresses the love of sycamore leaves with beautiful strokes. The "rustling" onomatopoeia is vivid and expressive, allowing the reader to guess that scene as well.
"Mysterious beauty" writes the characteristics of the autumn sycamore, mysterious, beautiful, sycamore leaves in the eyes of the author is full of infinite charm and beauty, very infectious. The use of metaphorical techniques, vividly depicting the shape of the sycamore leaves.
The author from the color, shape and other aspects of the description, at the same time will be the leaves compared to a small boat, wearing and the boat side, the boat side is the sycamore seeds, so that everyone who reads the heart of the people, also want to see this beautiful sycamore tree. The author is imaginative, the beauty of autumn is expressed to the fullest.
2 Now, the sun rose, the fog gradually dispersed, the wilderness is a green, it looks soft and soft, let me think that even if I am not careful, fell down from this mountain, will not bruise a piece of skin, at most, was bounced twice, stained with a sock can not be washed off the green just. There is also the river around the foot of the mountain, but also green, that is another kind of green, bright, like an oil, as for the mountain, is still green, but a pile of rich and lush green, let a person feel, no matter where to start, can not be pulled open a crack, let a person feel that, even if the planing of it down two layers, it is still green will not be reduced in color.
In addition, my screen window is also green, very light and very light green, by the sun, when it is like the ancient beauty of the gauze skirt as indistinct. You think, I am writing to you in such a green-colored morning, how can my heart not be filled with vibrant green? --Zhang Xiaofeng, "First Snow" Comment: The author fully mobilized the visual and tactile senses, and wrote about the green of spring.
The use of similes in many places is vivid and vivid. Love this passage because it's warm to read.
Where does this warmth come from? I think it flows from those warm words, "bright", "thick and lush", "vibrant " which are more poetic and beautiful because they are written to a child. The author writes as if the green is alive and flowing, as if it were present in the letter.
I love green too, and I love this green in the author's writing. Their vitality makes people feel happy and hopeful.
3 lamp, with a bright light, whenever the late night comes, it is it accompanies you so silently. It is ordinary, gorgeous appearance or not, it is the same, pearl embellished, crystal decorated lights it can only be used to decorate to meet people's vanity, than this, ordinary fluorescent lamps are lucky, because it lighting nature has not changed, as part of the life of ordinary people but real.
Comments: This beautiful and heartfelt passage expresses the praise of ordinary lights. Contrasting ordinary lights with crystal-adorned lights sets off the ordinariness and realism of ordinary fluorescent lights.
The use of objects as metaphors and the use of symbolism expresses the praise of ordinary and real people in life. Indeed, ordinary and real people are the creators of life.
4 The wind, gradually blowing up, blew my hair, but also let my long skirt some fluttering. Green leaves seem to dance in the wind, leaving the tree, cast to the earth, but do not know that this will wither, I bend down, gently pick up a leaf, the very orderly stem veins, is a beautiful embellishment.
I somewhat lamented: green leaves, ah, green leaves, you are so beautiful from the tree gently floating down, dancing with the wind, but do not know has been called falling leaves! Comment: This passage expresses the philosophical thoughts about life by using the scene and the leaves as the intention. Describing the green leaves using the rhetorical techniques of couplets, movement and static, the words are full of beauty and poetry.
The final lament is more profound. A bit of moth to flame, a bit of righteousness, a bit of beauty, who knows.
5 The whole world, because of the sun, the city has a vitality; small mind, because of the sun, the heart has a comfortable. Bright golden yellow, small shadow imaging between the bushes on the leaf pan has a point broken like gold, the sea direct reflection left with the waves tumbling debris, for this nature to create a beautiful scene, intoxicated by the warmth of the feeling of thick warmth mixed with brightness and tenderness, so that after the rain is over after a long time out of the sun's mind to be moisturized again! Comment: The beginning of the neat and rich couplets show the praise of the sun.
Then the use of anthropomorphisms, metaphors, imagery, scenery and other ideas to depict the beautiful sunshine, so that people seem to be intoxicated between the light and shadow. And from the sunshine in nature to the sunshine in life, expressing the philosophy of life.
6 The sun is in the sky, the mountains stretch, clusters of white flowers like a flowing river. It is as if all the lives in the world have come to the appointment, and in this moment, under the transparent honey-like sunshine, they are cheering at the same time, flying at the same time, and at the same time, they are transformed into countless free floating points of light.
Such an afternoon full of white flowers, always feel déjà vu, always feel is a can be put into any kind of time and space in the aggregation. Can be put into the poetry, can be put into the Chu Shi, can be put into the classicism can also be put into the late impressionism at the same time - in any period of beautiful human record, there should be such an afternoon, such a season of early summer.
Comment: This passage uses vivid and beautiful strokes to depict the beauty of the blooming tung blossoms, the combination of visual and auditory, and the combination of static and dynamic, full of vitality and dynamism. The author uses the technique of simile, comparing the scene of prosperous blooming to a flowing river, and the sunshine to mellow honey, will.
7. Write an essay on Yichang's past and presentA ray of bright sunshine, through the glass, slanting into my room; open the window, a slightly cool wind, face to face; to look out into the distance, a few wisps of clouds with the wind swinging leisurely.
This is all so fresh, let me feel very comfortable. Yichang is beautiful.
The bus came slowly in the sunshine, I squeezed into the bus from the crowd, "There is a seat there," I quickly walked over, "I did not expect to find a seat." I said to myself.
Looking at the people who got on the bus after me, their eyes looked around to make sure there were no seats, and then there was more than a hint of frustration in their eyes. I couldn't help but feel a bit secretly pleased with myself.
In a few moments the car was crowded. The car started, and as the standing people swayed from side to side with the rocking of the car, I craned my head out the window and sighed.
In an unexpected glance around, a grandmother slowly came into my sight, and she was walking towards me. In this bumpy carriage, every time she moved, it seemed to be very difficult, just like the mountaineers who were climbing Mount Everest without oxygen but still persisted.
My heart more than a trace of uneasiness, "want to go over to help the grandmother, let her to my seat to sit." A thought bubbled up in my mind.
I said to myself, "Go ahead, the grandmother needs your help e68a847a686964616f31333339663431," so I decided to give my seat to the grandmother, and when I stood up, I felt that my feet could not move.
Maybe it was my own desire to covet this little bit of cheapness, or maybe I was a little shy. So I decided to wait a little longer until the grandmother came to my side, and then I gave up my seat to her.
The road here is a bit difficult to walk, the car shook more, the grandmother's movement has become slower, more inconvenient, and now she can only stand in place, struggling to grasp the handrail beside her, there is no way to move. The grandmother may have run out of strength, his brow wrinkled, his mouth gasping for air, his head involuntarily downward.
My heart added a trace of guilt. Feeling that I should not not immediately give up my seat to the grandmother before, I stood up, holding on to the railing, and walked towards the grandmother step by step.
Just walked to the grandmother's side, but a trace of shyness, but still gathered the courage to say, "You go to sit in my seat." Granny laboriously turned around, tired face showed a hint of smile, smiled and said, "Thank you."
The people around me saw this scene, are to me to cast an appreciative glance, some people also took this first step, take the initiative to stand up to the children old people to give up their seats, at once, the carriage is full of warmth and happiness. It has become a beautiful landscape.
Everyone will have a beautiful place in their hearts, and our civilized behavior will add a touch of beauty to it. This place is - Yichang. When encountering such a question, usually in the case of the teacher is not prepared, it is very difficult to answer, and sometimes even can only give a general method.
Because there is no preparation or in the absence of teaching materials, give students a general method, perhaps the child is still confused. Various types of melodramatic essays at all levels, now more and more, usually with lofty topics, such as "Chinese dream, my dream" "seventy years of glorious founding of the country" "thirty years of reform and opening up" The first is the "family style", and so on.
Recently, Yichang did the same thing with the essay "Strive to be a small ecological citizen, build a beautiful new Yichang". Encountering such a topic, in the absence of counseling, it is not good, the child will be a lot of correct nonsense (empty reasoning, empty narration) around and around to put together a hand over, can not win awards, not to mention, but also the formation of a bad writing style.
So, I today on the main theme of the essay, with some examples to say a few points: first of all, you must make the topic of the opening or entry point to become smaller, with a drop of water to refract the light of the sun. That is, a small citizen or the writer's own perspective to look at the life of ecological, environmental protection of specific people and specific things, so it becomes smaller.
So, you have to recall what environmental people or deeds in your life, or what environmental or not environmental deeds you have experienced. Further, dig into the details of the thing or person you've chosen.
After finding such life materials to such materials to think over and over again, digging the details, as an elementary school student must zoom in on the details, and then write, and finally write their own thoughts, feelings. I found for you a 1999 founding of the country "glorious fifty years" National Essay Grand Prize, such a big topic, think: how the author is how to turn it into their own perspective, to dig their own life materials? The window Grandpa was eighteen years old that year, eighteen years old that year, our family built a house, are used in the rice paddy soil base, still exudes the fragrance of the soil ...... eighteen years old that year, grandpa married ...... So, every morning, the gentle grandmother got up early, open the white paper paste wooden lattice window, pulling the sunshine in.
Dad was eighteen years old that year, eighteen years old this year, our family built a house, is a brick wall it ...... eighteen years old that year, Dad married a parent ...... So, every morning, the beautiful mother got up early, rubbed the glass window with their own eyes like the ooze of light . I am eighteen years old this year, eighteen years old this year, my family and laying a house, is a small house near the lake and living ...... eighteen years old this year, my father married me a computer, my father also said, this is intellectual investment ...... So, every morning, I have to pull open the curtains, open the plastic windows, let the breeze slip in, and then, in the morning reading to meet the sunshine ...... The conversation we often hear in our family is: Grandpa said, "Alas, we that year."
Dad said, "Eh, our time!" And I said, "Look, our time!" First of all, the small author with his own family of three generations of living conditions, changes in the concept of life to show a country of fifty years of vicissitudes; Secondly, the author's own life material in the details of the enlargement of particularly good, very much a sense of the picture and the breath of life: grandpa eighteen years old, dad eighteen years old, "I" eighteen years old changes, every picture of the The changes in each of these images show the changes in a country. The whole text does not have an empty slogan or reason.
In fact, this environmental protection essay should be the same reason. The essay won the third prize: "Human Comedy" (May 27, 2001), cloudy and drizzly It was drizzling in the evening and my father hadn't come home from selling firewood.
Mother was a bit anxious, so she urged us to eat first.
This is the first time I've seen my father in a movie, and I've seen him in a movie.
My family's backyard is a piece of bushes, in order to save a little money to sell bits and pieces, the father of the thorns and thorns down them, and then drying, organizing and organizing, and picking up the street to sell in their spare time. Sometimes they are sold, sometimes they are simply picked back.
I can imagine how my father would have carried a heavy burden, with a smile on his face, one by one. My father once said that because he couldn't spare 20 cents to go to the toilet, he was almost suffocated by urine.
When the lights came on, my father finally came back, stumbling, covered in mud, the whole person like from the waterlogged up, and my father's look was very wrong, his face was pale, his eyes were straight, and his upper and lower teeth were knocking around!
My father came back, did not eat, early bed, wrapped in a thick quilt, the body is still shaking like flying. The mother panicked, do not care about us on the side, tightly embraced the father, whimpering.
In the second half of the night, I could still hear my father ***, or crying non-crying shouts. Mother then mute voice called: "child father, you are frightened, quickly come back yo!" ...... I was shocked and scared, my heart was broken ...... May 29, cloudy, cloudy Until today, I heard that my father had run into a ghost.
That night, my father finished selling firewood and walked to the side of the mountain, and it happened to be raining, so my father took shelter under a tree. Suddenly, a black guy to the father ran over, the guy's head has a millstone big, and suddenly up and down, swaying; a split second, the father's whole body hairs stand up, also counted on the father's boldness, carrying a stretcher rushed out to the head is a stretcher, after the father's heart and guts are cracked, the consciousness of a blank, even rolled and crawled to grab home.
May 30th, cloudy, overcast Today, my family invited a big fairy to give my father a dance, want to drive away the ghosts attached to my father. The great immortal dressed up as a man or a woman, tied his forehead with a yellow ribbon, wore his hair in a cloak, and recited some words under his breath, then picked the talisman paper with a sword and burned it, and the firelight reflected red on my father's face as if he were drunk.
Then, the fairy asked the mother to take the incense ash, a breath of running seven seventy-four ninety-nine kan, the incense ash buried, and then, turn around and go, do not turn back.
Although I do not believe in superstition, but I still hope that my father will be better. ...... June 4, cloudy to sunny Damn Da Xian, he said, hand to hand, the same day to see the effect.
It's been four days now, and my father is not well, but his spirit is getting worse. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was the first time I'd ever seen a kid in my life! The first thing I want to do is to get my hands on a new pair of shoes! The first thing I want to do is to get my hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and I want to make sure that I have the best of them.