Hot wine is not just the technical teaching of his father. I went to the drop in the winter time there will always be hot wine school. So I said: “I’m hot wine is a technical director of the collection of hundreds, perhaps better than his father’s hot.”
The father said, “When you have not set a time when hundreds of director of the I-1000 has been a director of.” It seems that this is customary in the village, the head of the family that are staples of 10,000 long, there will always be the Understand their own say in the awarding of the others.
In winter, the village is a happy event of the season again and again, ultimately, happy wine more songs ultimately, wine. Parents enthusiastically sing, a descendant who learn to sing, if one were to open Jinkou ancestors, and that is the best gift, it seems that they always sing the well-being of a lifetime.
The song is the hometown of wine has not fixed the lyrics, the main intention is to go to knitting. Singing the same tune out the ever-changing feelings, like a silkworm chrysalis, Pianfei of beautiful butterflies, mysterious and hard to find people.
Song of the wine it is not just drift in the happy event, in every ray of aromatic rice wine, each in a warm sake, in the hot wine when the emotional investment, in every sentence into full blessing of the discourse between … … Each of the memorable moments are filling the most touching songs of wine, just like the village’s longest epic, the record of catching people in the village concerned about the stalemate...........

Always in the coldest winter time to go home.
The strip of pebbles on the roadside, the green grass in the wind, or a presumptuous on the floor, it seems to be spreading to the middle of the road, the road on both sides of the rice fields after the harvest only straw, rotten to the root.
Xiaopo a walk, to bypass a bend on a home.
In my hometown, is a wine of the winter season. One winter, the village of Sake on Piaoman aromatic.
Home, where the brazier of carbon has been burned red, on a brazier casserole is hot in the Yihu Jiu, a touch of wine-filled room. His father was, as usual, to a glass of wine, asked me to warm up.
I remember the first drink of the wine is handed to me by my father, my father said: “know how to drink before they know how to live.” Rela La When the liquor over the throat, I think the more the spirit of a sudden, no one choking feeling . Jade-like rice liquor Hong elegant, dry mouth off, Chang Yue aftertaste - that I was suitable for drinking.
“But we can not drink alcohol, so you can become a moderate person.” Father said to me this way. This is normal, then I can feel and Li Bai’s “Choudao water flow more water, more melancholy toast Xiaochou worry,” comparable.
I have to drink a cup of free interest. In the cold winter, there will not be any “long drink three glasses of 2, how the enemy to his night wind” of melancholy.
It is necessary to learn to drink wine in the hot. ‘ve Got enough to drink will not be able to achieve the purpose of the physical and psychological benefits;’ve got over the alcohol cook on the light. Hot wine is like life, to pay a bit, a little gain...........

These days, no friends, and even more silent, which I also think of the Arab-C, think of his cold face, he’s drawing comic books, paintings, he’s very good, good unspeakable. You like what cartoon? When I first read this when he asked to paint. Do not like his A casual, I once again he was impressed.
C in the Arab-Israeli left, I often feel a sense of guilt, which I at the expense of a large number of brain cells to think of where I was wrong.
Received a letter the other day, the Arab-C. He said we should not forget the other side, in fact, he did not say that there may be, and now I wonder if he is, I want to remember his life. Finally, it is still saying, “I like to struggle in the dark, not dark,” I repeatedly talk about again and again, that’s become my motto. I did not reply when the letter on fire when they feel pain, but it is Yiwufangu.
Quite like it in the dark and not dark struggle, I suddenly thought of something like this. In fact, I really like the dark, without having to struggle, but I have never talked with the Arab-C. After the lights are turned off every time the eyes open, and then heard the Arab-C to breathe evenly throughout the pitch-dark room filled up, then I do not know whether he is in the struggle.
Ah C often on the road, he told me what happened, very legendary story, only I can see the expression on his face. He visited many places, Harbin, Xinjiang, Hainan, a word many places, I was surprised that he’s where so much time to travel. When he was talking about Tibet when I found him at that time as compared to people. ..........

There is no reason to do one thing, the drop in the rain to hear the voice of plastic baffles, almost a confused. Outside the sky could not be there to obscure the sense of distance through to some of the bright eyes to see so many dead things, which is a mood.
Listen to the Arab-C said he likes dark, not dark, I remember him in the dark into a dark afternoon of the show I saw the first smile. He was very special, when I first met him when I want to do, so he and I became friends because I have special. We kept in isolation, right, yes isolation, rather than exclusion.
Oh where C now, I do not know, many people asked, and then many people tell me the answer: You have completely lost touch with him.
I remember the last time the Arab-Israeli See C is a college entrance examination after the afternoon, a dark afternoon. Once again see him smile, eye blinking in the slightest, the moment will disappear. A long time ago I told him a good look at your eyes, and he said both hate black-and-white thing, I just have a little bit surprised, because he is special, I am also.
That afternoon, the Arab-C, said a lot of inexplicable, I only remember a few words: I like to struggle in the dark, not dark, you’re a fool. I saw the Albania C Tourette’s face when they talk.
C Arab-Israeli left, the next day, I am depressed for quite a while, until the university, a new life so that I began to forget the past, should be nipped in the seeds of a sub-room, said to myself, do not need love, quite firmly ..........

My normal school class in the first three of four examinations, and in the entrance examination is the second first-class-wide, as the old has become in the eyes of Excellence. I do not feel proud of my classmates, some of the school single-Kobe I, I said it enough in the first, but I am diligent and self-stimulation is an excellent quality of teacher education in our lofty ambition, hard work hard to learn, I listen to Teachings of Atsuyuki every day and the race itself. And teachers to keep in touch is to improve the academic performance of an important aspect of the teachers and I are very familiar with, because they are my mother’s teaching colleagues, I am superiority of the very tight for fear of what the teacher was wrong to find To remind the mother, afraid to slack, lively and serious, conscientious and responsible, has finally been a lot of teaching and knowledge, they become good in the eyes of students, well-behaved students. I encountered difficulties in learning, not afraid of boring Rongfan learning odd and difficult task of strange, very fond of knowledge of good training habits, the most difficult course toward the different layers.Mini ITX

I moonlight night you under the window, and gazed for a long time, to hang around deep, you reveal a warm atmosphere. Even if they can not rub shoulders, not hand-led, but I remain in your permanent dream.

As last night, slightly shy of the crescent, the decorative beauty of the night you dream of.

Si Lian of the silent tenderness, I’ll give you is the style of Different. Those of the most beautiful in the past, the best time, just keep in mind that cover the bottom of my heart, the bottom of my heart out in a flower, beautiful fragrance, sniffing from time to time, indulge in silence, the fragrance will be the time of his life.

Tonight, gradually over the crescent, Gechuang no longer around, you look like this soft moonlight, I warm bath. This applied only to be you a warm, you are just waiting for the convergence of reincarnation this season.

Liu Shao in the first month, people felt, can not be met demand..........

In the next month you listen to the quiet of God, it does not drip endorsement, the calm lake to hide the heart of the rolling waves. My eyes into a surging river, is only for you. I still can not be so sensitive since the suppression of women, always sad to be prosperous in the Spring River. Let the sea slowly quiet in the heart of their surge, not to alarm the other side of the end of the beautiful.

Tunjin green, Can Hong flowers, I still put on a Sunny Puru of this autumn. Those who deplore the creeping in the bottom of my heart, and look forward to become a music group, in the Qing Qiu of this melodious E Huang, a major contributing factor to this sad season, moving some embellishment of life, like a buffer illness walked into the winter. My heart is still full of warmth. Because I know you have to come back in this stunning, melodious, beautiful too.........