I often listen to my grandfather. At that time, people with perverse times all played for power.

In the face of plagiarism, the "Samsung" top hat is as cold as ice.

Hard-working families are broken for no reason, and it is difficult to make good dreams come true with electricity.

After a lot of hardships, it will eventually be rehabilitated, and the clouds will be scattered and it will be a bolt from the blue.

Like smoke, time flies, like the kindness of the Haitian party.

Zude is in harmony with others and maintains public welfare.

Diligent housekeeping develops family business and accumulates good articles for yourself and others.

In the end, the human feelings are unfinished, and I know that this matter has existed since ancient times and is difficult.

"But before he could conquer it, he was already dead." Driving a crane westward became a fairy.

Where can I find it in the past? Love hurts my dream.

-The ninth issue of Fengshun Poetry Talk

Grimm's fairy tale

Once upon a time, there was a very, very old man with blurred eyes, deaf ears and trembling knees. Whenever he sits at the table to eat, he can't hold the spoon steadily. He often sprinkles vegetable soup on the tablecloth, and the soup will flow out of his mouth. Neither his son nor his daughter-in-law liked him, so the old man had to hide in the corner behind the stove to eat. They gave him a clay pot, which was full of food, and didn't give the old man enough food at every meal. The old man is very sad and often looks at the table with tears in his eyes.

One day, the old man's hands trembled so much that he couldn't even hold the pottery bowl. The pottery bowl fell to the ground and broke into pieces. The daughter-in-law kept scolding, but the old man kept sighing without saying a word. So they spent a few cents to buy a wooden bowl for the old man to eat.

Then one day, the old man's son and daughter-in-law were sitting there eating, and the four-year-old grandson was picking up the broken wood on the ground.

"What are you doing?" Father asked.

"I want to make a wooden bowl and let my parents eat with it when I grow up. 」

Hearing this, the son and daughter-in-law looked at each other for a while and finally began to cry. They immediately invited the old man to the table and asked him to have dinner with them from now on. Even if the old man spilled something, they wouldn't say anything.

Asian copper Haizi

Asian copper

My grandfather died here, my father died here, and I will die here.

You are the only place to bury people.

Asian copper

Doubt-loving and flying birds drown everything in the sea.

Your master is grass, and the Lord is on his slender waist, guarding the palm and secret of wild flowers.

Asian copper

Did you get a look at him? Those two white doves are the white shoes that Qu Yuan left on the beach.

Let's wear them with the river.

Asian copper

After drumming, we call the heart dancing in the dark the moon.

The moon is mainly composed of you.