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Megane 2022-03-26 09:01:13

After walking all the way and thinking about it all the way, I am not thinking about what happened to the broken street, nor what happened to the building of Jianye, and how much I lost. These are like a speck of dust in front of the great builders, and they go with the wind. pass away. Why? Because the workers are different, they carry too many things... We may not be able to imagine, I wonder if you pay attention, what do they eat in the morning, how do they live in the day, what do they wear, and how much can they earn? Maybe that's all they can do! We all know that Route 215 has speed, but I don't dare to sit every time. I'm afraid I'll think too much when I see these greatest people. I'm afraid of seeing them, and even more afraid of seeing dogs discriminating against them. I can't stand it. Although they are covered in loess and unkempt, they are the most worthy of respect. They do not think a lot every day, nor do they understand a lot. They are the middle, and they are the most real. But what are the dogs doing? We met in the car in the morning, but we all got home in the evening, and they were working overtime, seven hours a day longer than the 9-to-5 dogs, the dogs could have three meals, the dogs could have afternoon tea, the dogs You can go and drink dozens of imported coffee, the dogs can go to eat a big meal, and the dogs can go to various places to enjoy life,,, then you think that your cup of coffee is their living expenses for two days, your so-called meal Dinner is their monthly living expenses, your spiritual needs may be their annual living expenses, dogs can! Maybe this is life, this is the society, maybe! In the morning, when I go to the street to buy food, or pass by the street, I will always see them going to buy some food. After eating it all at random, I go to do my own work well, for fear that it will be delayed for a minute, and the team leader will be arrested. scolding, the team leader will be scolded by the captain, the captain is afraid of being scolded by several captains,,,,,, they cherish this job, this is their life hope, they don't want to lose this 7-to-10 job, they don't want to lose this You can earn 100 to 150 jobs a day. They are the hope of the whole family. You can never imagine how many people will lose something without them. If they do, it will be a tragedy for the whole society! I also thought about the remote area not far from the Jiuquan Satellite Launch Center, how should they be played by fate like this? Every day is improving the comprehensive national strength, then this is again

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Extended Reading
  • Jaylen 2022-03-27 09:01:21

    Passion is essentially and mercilessly human - Plato emotion is an inherent weakness of human beings

  • Tara 2022-03-18 09:01:09

    The sword never gets old.

Leaves of Grass quotes

  • Janet: You still leaving tomorrow.

    Bill Kincaid: I think so.

    Janet: I'll miss you.

    Bill Kincaid: And we barely know each other.

    Janet: "You have not known what you are. You have slumbered upon yourself all your life. Your eyelids have been the same as closed most of the time. What you have done returns already in mockeries. The mockeries are not you. Underneath them, and within them, I see you lurk."

    Bill Kincaid: [absorbing what she'd just quoted] Who was that?

    Janet: Walt Whitman.

    Bill Kincaid: I don't think I ever imagined hearing him recited to me by a girl gutting a 40 pound catfish.

    Janet: That's exactly how he should be recited. He wrote without rhyme or meter. Free verse. Just whatever he felt inside coming out in one intricate rhythm. Pure unashamed passion, without definable restriction.

    Bill Kincaid: I'm sorry, see, I have a few issues with that.

    Janet: Why?

    Bill Kincaid: Because some have dared to suggest that even poetry has rules.

    Janet: Or you make your own.

    Bill Kincaid: Right there, that's the part I never bought into.

    Janet: Because?

    Bill Kincaid: If everybody runs around making their own rules, how can you ever find what's true? There's nothing... there's nothing to rely on.

    Janet: "One night, I split my cicada skin, devoured your leaves, knowing no poison, no law of nourishment in that larval blindness, a hunger finally true."

    Bill Kincaid: Who's that?

    Janet: That's me.

  • Brady Kincaid: I ain't gonna manufacture or purvey anything that I ain't gonna ingest into my own sweet self.