Love in the snow, love in the snow
The snow stopped and the sky cleared.
A white, crystalline world, with a lark dancing on the branches, ice dripping from the thick silver on the house, and a flat road covered with silver.
The scenery is beautiful and unforgettable.
Outside the window, the grass and trees are full of trees, the jade tree orange tree is blooming, and the fruit is hanging all over the branches. It's really two days indoors and outdoors, one cold winter and one spring.
The snow is not cold, the snow is cold.
As soon as the day stopped, teachers, students, and volunteers came out to take shovels and shovels, sweeping, pushing, and lifting to cooperate with each other, and the natural white and volunteer red blended together, forming a beautiful scenery.
Strangely, after the thick snow was removed, it covered the ground layer by layer, making it difficult for people to walk.
Communist Party members, the more difficult and dangerous they are, the more they move forward.
Volunteers are not afraid of danger, shovels, shovels, brooms, eighteen kinds of weapons, take turns to fight, handsome guys, women's army, you don't let me, I don't let you, work together, full of energy, the scene is hot.
Three hours of fierce battle, three hours of destruction, the campus, corridors, and playgrounds are surrounded layer by layer, like a war of annihilation, swept away and swept away.
The snow is piled up, the snow is shoveled, like a snowman, like a snowman, like a statue, and like a castle, all kinds of things, forming a beautiful landscape.
Playing with snowmen and having snowball fights is a must.
Roll the snow to one side first, form an opposing line, and the two sides are equal, and start to prepare.
The snow is flying, and the snow is all over the sky.
I didn't stop until the clothes on both sides were soaked and soaked.
I was small, weak, and often defeated by the other party, and I often got my clothes wet in snowball fights.
I got my clothes wet, and I didn't dare to say it, for fear of being scolded by adults, so I hid behind my back.
My son, I hurt the most.
After looking for a long time, I found it, and I didn't scold or mumble.
is obviously unreasonable, and there are strong words, and he doesn't eat when he is angry.
I didn't eat, scared my parents, so I said that I was sorry for regression, so I just ate.
It's time to eat, and that's the end of the waves.
When I grew up, I was Xi to being a child, Xi to gambling, not eating when I saw it, being unforgiving, being a strange temper, and making many people guilty.
Since hemiplegia, I have died, and I have been making trouble for both reason and unreasonably, and the result is that people are panicked.
My brother voice-over played ** Comfort me if I have nothing to do, my sister's WeChat comes and comes, eating fragrant and drinking spicy, and the more important thing for my son is what to eat a day and how about exercising?
In the past half a month, I have understood the truth, to live, not to live for your own business: to live, not to live for yourself, but to live for the public, for everyone.
It's not easy to live!And it doesn't seem easy to live!
When people are old and soft-tempered, they think about everything, and they suddenly become enlightened, money, this thing, is worthless, and life does not bring it to death.
I'm defeated, I'm backing down.
Retreat to the sea and the sky, so that you can calm down.
Day by day, cycle by cycle.
Massage, exercise, cold and heat, non-stop. If you have time to browse today's headlines, you have to take a leisurely look, but you are busy and happy
People should be heroes, and death is also ghosts.
I can't be a hero, I can't be a ghost, I can't be an honest person.
For the son, for the daughter, for the love in the snow.
I can do it, I can do it, it's not hard to force people, to be honest, after I get sick, I won't write, occasionally fight around, talk nonsense, just laugh, don't taste.
Author: Wang Changshun.
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