Spiritual civilization stresses spiritual civilization, you are the pillar of the country, you are the essence of the country! You support the development of the country, and you hold the lifeblood of the economy! Without you, China will face a crisis. Without you, China will be defeated again! Chinese people, please don't give up "spiritual civilization" in the process of construction. Building China into a world power, with spiritual civilization, willows and leaves, plants, flowers and birds, meets unexpectedly. Don't immerse me in tears. It's hard to say when the cultural city will be overwhelmed by money. Meng Jiangnu couldn't bear to leave this gentleman and rebuild a levee. But a few ants still have a long way to go. There is no need to send cold clothes every year 10/day. I will be buried in the levee like Wan Xiliang. This project is more arduous than Dayu's water control. Can only be channeled. Jiang left you in order to leave you. You are sad. You came into this world with only one pen. The hero traveled with a sword on his back, leaving behind several boxes of books. He is hungry and can't eat. He is cold and dressed. All his dreams lie in hitting the floor. He chewed out the secret of life and death and tasted the true meaning of being a man. In "Ghosts and Ghosts Change", he cries for you and makes money after suffering. First of all, he forgot that Meng Mu had broken the machine, and it was too late when he came back to repair the prison. He learned how to keep money and people's hearts. Who ate it, the bustling slave flow, the east and west, the north and the south, the flag at the mercy of the wind, or the wind at the mercy of the flag without a flag? A flag without wind is depressing. You and I are husband and wife, a thunderbolt of human nature. Flash of love can inspire great power. Why doesn't the soul twist into a snake for black money? The level of love has its own meaning. The sunset glow is like scattered tidbits. I put my sword on the castle peak and the ancient Panasonic to reflect the sunshine, the emotional world and the rain. Everything loves nothingness
When I think of you
Incubate poetry with body temperature
Sow rich memories in plain light.
Every holiday-whenever there is a holiday.
* * * With the pain and sweetness of harvest.