Unfortunately, there are not many such surprises, and I cherish this fate.

I bought lotus flowers, so I bought them.
I bought the chrysanthemum, so I bought it.
I bought wild lilies, so did I.
Buy some roses with starry sky and cordate telosma.
All right, give me some.
Of course, I also bought a double-petalled narcissus, although I prefer a single-petalled common species in my heart.
Sometimes we buy things to buy a little affection and a little warmth.
When I moved, my grandmother, who was selling vegetables, heard her eyes turn red, and the proprietress of the laundry shed tears to the corner of the table and the shopkeeper clung to my hand.
The little girl selling flowers gave me a handful of roses.
Going back to my old place for a holiday and switching to a flower shop is like looking for a friend.
The florist asked how the double-petalled daffodil was being raised.
This question reminds me that I once bought a pot of double-petal daffodils. Some people are destined to move in small places like daffodil vegetable laundry.
The moon is early
We see that the morning is pale and the evening is bright. It’s the same month. We see the pain indulging in me. I’m just the same person.
If you get up early, you will see that the moon is still there, and it is already bright every day.
At this time, the moon looks really strange. It is white floating on the blue sky, pale or malnourished. The early moon is not beautiful at all, like a child biting and throwing away half a biscuit.
Just last night, we enjoyed the moon and came back to see the early moon, especially when we felt sad. The moon lost its light, lost its beauty and lost everything.
Isn’t it the same with people? Many stars disappeared at present last night, and even at night, the only month lost its light. In the morning, no one is the moon forever, no one is not fat, and no one is the lark without aging.
But don’t underestimate the light reflected in the sun just because you lost us. We should cherish the past light because we know that the light may shine again tonight.
Foreigners say that you China people should not be arrogant. Five thousand years have passed.
The past is better than no past, I said
People say your love is over, forget it before it’s too late.
You must forget. Your story will always be your story, I said
People say that the flowers have withered.
Falling flowers are not emotional, spring mud is more protective, I say
This man is everything. We see that the morning is pale, the evening is bright, and the moon is the same month. We see that the pain is indulging in me, and I am just the same person.
Love the moon, love the late moon, and love me even more.
Buffalo story
It is a virtue that farmers in China don’t eat beef. It is gratitude, sharing weal and woe. Today, gratitude has lost its sweetness and woe. No wonder the sad songs in the farmland are lost every year because of the love for the land, just like buffaloes.
I was surprised to find two beef stalls in the countryside with my mother.
This stall has been around for many years, and my mother said that although she has never eaten a bite of beef in her life, it seems that she has already packed these two stalls.
I almost saw the history of cattle from the beef stall.
When I was a child, very few people lived in towns and villages and even one or two villagers ate beef, which was also regarded as a cruel heresy. That was because every family raised farmlands, buffaloes, people and cows had deep feelings. Who had the heart to eat beef and sell it to others for slaughter as a last resort? Who had the heart to eat beef? When selling it, buffaloes knew that it was often the owner who accompanied the buffaloes in tears.
When I was a foreigner, I came to sell sand tea, beef and beef hotpot. Some people ate beef. Most of these people were the first cultivators in the field or shop in the market.
Junior high school mainlanders came to sell beef noodles, beef patties and beef dumplings and returned them to the store. At this time, the buffaloes in the field were gradually eliminated, and the feelings of people and cattle became weak, and people who ate beef felt ashamed.
Now there are beef stalls in the market and several steakhouses. The villagers have developed the habit of eating beef as if it were a matter of course. Experts say that beef is more nutritious and hygienic. Now, there is a buffalo in my childhood, and many children have not seen it.
Whether to eat beef is to eat beef, import beef, buffalo or not. Recently, experts advocated draught beef, saying that the quality of buffalo is not worse than that of imported beef. The older generation listened to the curse, and the women shouted, My mother, hello.
It is a virtue that farmers in China don’t eat beef. It is gratitude, sharing weal and woe. Today, gratitude has lost its sweetness and woe. No wonder the sad songs in the farmland are lost every year because of the love for the land, just like buffaloes.
Have a good drink and a long tongue
This quality is not severity or kindness, but lack of true love and wisdom to send those young hearts into the wider world.
When we went over the wall in the middle of the night to eat noodles outside the school and returned to school, suddenly there was a binge drinking from the corner. I flashed through this idea in my mind, and a tall figure had jumped in front of us.
In front of us, the teacher is our dean and supervisor, and also the most cruel and indifferent lover in my school. His name is Zheng Rengui, but we all call him the face of the dead behind our backs, because he has never seen him laugh too much and no one has seen him angry. He is always there coldly waiting for the students to make mistakes and then punishing us without expression.
He is terrible, difficult to shape, he is every nightmare, he will not give you a palm when you are successful, he will not share it with you when you are happy, and he always gives us a more fatal blow when we make mistakes, fail and grieve.
He is the most frightening teacher. When the teacher wants to get together, people shout that when the dead face comes, my pores will immediately stand up. I also say that the person he fears most in his life is the dead face. He dreams of evil spirits at night and screams at most. When he wakes up, he dreams that the dead face is sick for a week. He is more powerful than a ghost. Until today, I occasionally think of him face to face with the picture and still sweat.
Such a teacher is in front of us now.
Where did you go in the middle of the night? His face was cold.