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Sword breaks frost (with coal soldiers)

Just after the Mid-Autumn Festival, the earth has been shrouded in cold air, sending out Leng Yan, which is suffocating. The late autumn in the north is turbulent and violent, which makes people puzzled, and at the same time makes people feel that a new round of tempering is about to begin. But I still hesitate in the atmosphere of "looking at the moon and thinking about the cup, thinking about my relatives and thinking deeply", refusing to move forward and unwilling to move forward.

This year's reunion festival, my father was busy working in other places and couldn't come back. It was just me, my mother, my wife and my children. "When will there be a bright moon? Ask for wine from heaven. " There are few stars on the moon, but at the most beautiful moment, I didn't have a drink with my father. As the saying goes, "only by raising children can you know your parents' kindness." Today, I deeply realize how great fatherly love is. "I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight. "I spoke to my father on the phone and everything is fine. I hope he doesn't have to worry, but my father's love for his children always makes me feel the kindness of his father's love. At this time, I suddenly thought of a poem by Liu Yuxi, "Homesickness is empty, I went to my hometown and felt like a rotten person." "How do the vicissitudes of the world change interactively?" People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs. This matter is old and difficult. I hope people will last for a long time, and thousands of miles are beautiful. "Yes, life is like duckweed, so don't feel sorry for yourself. Everything is natural. As the saying goes, all good things must come to an end.

"Care about is floating peng, rather than the cinnabar too. Who is arrogant when drinking crazy songs? "It's late autumn, dusk, bleak autumn wind, a chill swept my heart. It's late autumn, neither flowers nor wine. Singing songs, wandering between the stars and the moon, dancing lonely shadows. The Star House is fleeting, where is the end?

Life is like this, salty and salty, and it is really an art of life. This is not to say that we don't struggle with the world, nor look on coldly, drift with the flow, nor is it a leisurely and elegant scholar-bureaucrat style. Having a good mood is really a great spirit. It can surpass itself and contain real life breath in the ordinary. A good mood is like a clean mirror, spotless and will not fall on the dust with the passage of time and the noise of the world. To appreciate the feelings of lakes and mountains, to examine the right and wrong in the world. Open-minded, calm rivers and mountains

There is a saying: it takes ten years to sharpen a sword, but the frost blade has never tried. "Teenagers have teenagers crazy, a few years laugh Lvliang grinding sword. Today, they showed their advantages. The fire will be refined for another hundred days, and Mo Xie will be changed. The sword will break the king kong, and the young eagle will fly at the beginning, wearing a proud sun. When the wind is singing, it is not afraid of ice and snow. I want to climb the sun and moon, pour into the East China Sea and wash away the vastness. "

There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns. Who laughs in the grass when a new generation is replaced by an old one? Between the sky above and the sky below, the river is gone forever. The fearless life is so heroic that I sing to the sky!

Trembling clothes, Wan Li flow. Go home with the wind and travel around the world with a long sword.