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Feng Xuri \ turned life into that rock. Since then, there have been thousands of years of upturning and the wall of thousands of hopes. The wind from the north passes over your jaw and embroiders a fish and rice fragrance. The mountains and rivers of the four seasons, so the snow is gentle, the frost is warm, and the white clouds linger beside you. Does it look like a mulberry leaf? Let you chew like a silkworm, swallow the spit, and then spit out the one that can render the morning light. Who is Damask? Can you tell me how broad your mind is? ��God doesn't say anything, Cangsheng makes a noise, and I'm also reckless ��But \ When the red day is spitting from your mouth \ I clearly see in your eyes \ like a mother \ 's two tear lines burst forth \ Continued flow \ continuous Online Cigarettes, that tears \ has two distant names \ one called lifting water \ the other \ calling Bayuan. He said he was not a poet, but his poems were magnificent and affectionate, full of his love for the land that raised him and the town where he lived. There are many publicly distributed magazines and books in this town, and if you look closely you will see his name. I always read his prose again and again, and I always watch and see the images and pictures he takes, and he is often intoxicated by the aesthetic mood he built. He is knowledgeable and a member of Hubei Calligraphers Association and a Photographers Association. He has one side with me-Song Dadian. A special day, a special memorial \ I don't know who you died for, \ but I know that your death is related to my rebirth. \ I'm not your loved one, \ Maybe today will be more firmly remembered than your loved ones. This is a poem written by Mr. Song, in memory of the brother who donated a kidney for him 17 years ago. He had a kidney transplant at the age of 35, and since then he has a new life. He works like an ordinary person, works and studies, takes care of his family, and educates his daughter. And most of his achievements in life are after the age of 35. I came across him by chance. I think he is like a thick philosophical book with a lot of profound thoughts, which is worth my exploration and reflection. We once had an exchange of thoughts on the Internet: "Mr. Song, what do you think is the meaning of life?" "Alive." Alive is everything, there is hope Newport 100S, dreams, meaning, right? When you face physical illness, how can you surpass "can't escape, you can only go with pain to complete the journey." "When do you think the happiest in life? When is the most painful?" "Oh, happy There are many things, but I ca n��t remember them, and there are some painful things, but it ��s quick to forget. ���� People need to be good at forgetting pain and remembering happiness, then they will live bright and bright, right? ���� Maybe Yeah, so I said, the joy of life is-experience, experience happiness, experience pain, experience life and death. "" What is your biggest wish now? "" Should hope to live a few more years. But I talk to others Not the same. I told my wife and daughter not to rely too much on me and pay too much attention. I told my wife to go out to dance, play Tai Chi, and let her live a life she likes. The same is true for her daughter. After she joined the work, I let her be independent To deal with my own affairs. I just hope that after I really leave, they will not have a great sense of loss. Everything is as usual. "This is Mr. Song's true love as a father and as a husband Song is now open-minded teacher twice a week to the hospital for dialysis, dialysis is very painful, and because his veins are too many injections is not very good, so each dialysis is an ordeal. But he was very optimistic. When he was fine, he was sitting in front of the computer, designing covers and coloring pages for magazines mokingusacigarettes.com, doing an amateur editing, or playing with his favorite photography, writing occasional calligraphy, and sometimes playing. game. In the photography training organized by the Cultural Center, Mr. Song went to give lectures to us photography enthusiasts. His life was beyond illness, and he was very fulfilling and meaningful. The reeds in the late autumn \ are a group of dying lives \ In the time when the wind and frost are tight \ With the flowers as white as frost and snow \ Proclaim to the world \ Proclaim them \ The next reincarnation \ As the old man like silver \ Under the silver wire The child's face still can't be covered \ The withering call to life \ But the fluttering crane hair in the autumn wind \ but gently \ gently interprets the fullness of the soul \ On a sunny day \ I wait \ When the autumn wind comes \ Maybe \ I ca n��t see my black hair \ It blooms like a reed flower \ Maybe \ I will sleep with a \ not full soul \ But at that moment \ I will confidently say \ I have tasted out the taste of life. I always thought that Teacher Song's life was a process of cultivation. He tasted the pain that is unthinkable by ordinary people and suffered from the pain and suffering, but he cultivated his will and character. His soul is full and full, his life is strong and tough, his thoughts are profound and simple, just like the late autumn reed teacher Wen Wen Song who made a second kidney transplant in his poems Surgery, and more successful, I wish him all the best, good life and peace!
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