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over the Internet because any teacher who appreciate style, natural look is also very Mianshan. I remember the first time with QQ on public exchanges drunk, we discussed the topic of the question on the call. Because of his net, I read out the tippler's style, but feared it might fall into the conventional ....
this call with a little of the sentimentality and regret, with endless attachment bear to go out International Convention and Exhibition Centre. Parting with the buddies and his wife, I remembered I was also waiting for a special gathering of literary friends. Today I also want to see a group of well-known writers and poets in Weihai. In order to go on a date, I have made a full commitment to two weeks before they finally decided to let himself slowly climbed out of the small flat bottom hole, determined to a new Sun Belt.

hastily open the phone, the above actually shows the nine missed calls [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], four did not read the message. I knew it all from the bottom of the same person's hands. Pull through the other phone, my brother said he went to the car for a while. Leng Leng

just silly side of the road I look around, the brother to the car Hom, however. Although never met, but when standing face to face, but I think we may have already met. Rush on the car, let him take me to the Tsui District People's Congress office. There, I met a single director Tsui Municipal People's Congress, shoppy, our topic of today's blog by the Friends of the education side-tracked by the Weihai blog, and soon, we turned to the topic for poetry, prose, one comes to poetry, really ashamed for all even know anything about Oblique and Cipai I, of poetry, is really rolling pin Chuihuo, know nothing about. But I still curious, by a single director of guidance, come into my territory, with the heart of the ears to listen to the teacher Lin cloud water that was written in the first year of the Sichuan earthquake on May 16 Thanks for the Memories Poems: My sisters and brothers - Wenchuan earthquake as

poem's boiling blood and cleaned up my soul, surging passion that shook my soul, that lyrical image of a living hero to jump in front of me . Through that beating in the text between the lines, I heard the first line from the relief of mind, a veteran advertising and cry calls. I imagine the poet labor in Sichuan earthquake site to run around the figure. Taste a moving poem, looking at the talkative and easygoing in front of the Tsui district director of the Office National People's Congress, I re-interpretation of the connotation of the hero: imminent danger, and one director of the uniformed members of the veterans off devoting himself rushed to the hardest hit, representing his hometown folks sent for the victims of the Sichuan People's Weihai kindness of brothers and sisters. He is undoubtedly the angel of happiness is the embodiment of friendly. In the first line of relief, he did pen the plow, with his unique visual and spiritual writing a tear-jerking awesome tentacles heart of the Psalms, I sincerely respect him also remember with affection.

Office from a single out, we went to the Orient House. Yin Sister (brother's wife) and his party have been one step ahead than we arrived. We first came to the front foot, then walked in a gentle, Mr. yourself first:

teacher? In Weihai card I read on the art teacher of poetry, and his brother made me a side of tears while reading the article tonal three, stacked paper towels soaked with tears of the hill. Recently she found out that his masterpiece Lianwai Liu Yun, have been published, he was President of Road King (pseudonym drunk east nickname drunk male) teacher also write an article specially for this sincere book reviews. Today is the book not yet in hand, the host suddenly appears, the natural heart overjoyed. Bian teacher ever since to see at first glance, it felt like the teacher Bian brother he described as amiable and approachable. So we quickly said the topic of his work, talked about his brother, in the heart of communication with us and so to the President and Wang Xiaohua Ren Road Golden teacher.

been online for any teacher who appreciate style, natural look is also very Mianshan. I remember the first time with QQ on public exchanges drunk, we discussed the topic is about the title problem. Because of his net, I read out the tippler's style, but feared it might fall into the conventional so called, but also afraid of him called the old, so to seek his advice. He was very forthright answer, Friends are so called. After his colleagues talk about this. His colleagues said: I'm drunk now standing in front of the public, brought up the hand [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], shook hands, between the warm feeling of turning into the heart. Both hands him the two books, one of his poetry distant lake, a second phase in 2009 Weihaiwei literary journals. Holding paper in hand, and that strands of the scholarly Qinru my heart. Because before this, I read Amy's article on the distant friends of the lake book review. Early would like to read as fast. Can now be said to be highly prized. Huai-an excitement and joy we started lunch.

just arrived, and the master is first met you, the whole body exudes a sweet potato taste of corn pancake, I timidly sit here and soon DC palms sweat, his arms out like a rabbit hides, pound jump incessantly. But the banquet rooms and considerate care of a single director in every possible way, drunk male laughing, sometimes interspersed with humorous banter brother, gradually eliminate the apprehension and anxiety in my heart. With the mentality of learning and apprentice school sitting there, quietly listen with you master the collision sparks of thinking, things I'm into submission in the vicissitudes of their insights, they touched on the study and understanding of life transcend human society. Drunk remarks still linger in the public's ear, and let me food for thought:

Yesterday I wrapped up a six-written poem, looking at the works of just born, the heart really drunk, which is called happiness. In the camp fought a dozen years of the man set foot on the career and life experiences allowed him to have a more profound things in life on the experience and insights. In the busy work [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], to pen as they plow, brush ink, writing poetry for the ode, the pursuit of elegance and fulfilling spiritual life. Now they are impressive, ya were far from near. Taste of the masters of words, my mind has become indifferent and quiet. Masters of the interest is a lofty, spiritual quest is virtuous. In Red Dust, a rare but their state of mind that transcend secular, not the open-minded and social boundaries of the Yuanyou feelings. Home temples, an official for the people to call the shots that they can, the heart of the original prop up a free for their own breathing and flying blue sky, but also to their own party to find the spirit of the park.

Talking about my occupation, they eye with envy the happiness I have enjoyed. In their view, a teacher is happy. I know, among us, my brother before it enters the political term, it has done teacher. Speaking as a teacher, he has lots of nostalgia in this endless teaching profession. I have often touched on his recognition and understanding of the teaching profession, and his common touch with people's mind and feelings.

a sumptuous lunch, harmonious atmosphere. Allowed me to feel that I face [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], though not loved ones, but worth their loved ones. Exposure among them, I gradually eliminated the heart of the strangeness. They finally got me talking and infection, and finally ventured to laugh themselves into the relaxed atmosphere of this. Never had a drink, but know that wine is spicy. I lunch this product out of the wine made me mellow and sweet.

out from the East Building, and brother, drunk, they hastily bid farewell to the public, together with Wang Xiaohua teachers to catch the bus. Side by side with the poetry and literature when I was full of talented young girl stood side by side, from her easy-going style of conversation, from her breathing, feel the unique atmosphere of scholarly woman and her inner beauty and the kind of dignified.

unfortunately accompanied by a short distance, I had to hurry with the king unless the teacher. When she turned off the moment, my mind a vague tales of a loss.
carries a nostalgia and sadness, set foot on the way home, but worried about it a miss and breeding in the heart. I also put Yimiyangguang planting in their hearts.