precious to have

Trying to make a big sleepy eye, and walking into the restaurant, there seems to be only the same breakfast - clear porridge eggs.

I banged the bowl impatiently, and my heart was filled with anger and anger.

Recall, when you cross the grass, break the grain, the wild garlic in the depths of the weeds, if you get the treasure, smell the fragrant beef, but it is difficult to swallow, a bowl of light porridge, you push to let; half bag determines life The fried noodles that survived, you witnessed the rare and affectionate family.

I thought about it, I was silent; my hand stopped beating. My eyes are still in the corner, as if watching a tragic picture.

"After all, the times are different!" I whispered, thinking that I was very calm, but I couldn't hide my inner guilt and uneasiness.

For a time, I was at a loss, and the empty brain suddenly flashed past. Good familiar back, good body! It is Peng Dehuai. Then, the beam of the remaining beams, reverberating around the ears. That gun, is it just a screw? The wound, the bloody wound, the wound that really can't heal, is it not your heart? ! Look at the half of the sky that has been dyed red.

My heart is shocked and I am no longer willing to escape my own blame. I solemnly picked up the chopsticks, closed my eyes, and gently fanned the nose. Porridge, exudes a light and solid, subtle and heavy, a long-lasting, flat and endless atmosphere.

Can't help yourself? On the last bite, I tasted it as fine as I tasted. The first time I tried to feel the connotation of porridge, it was surprisingly sweet in my mouth. How could it not be fragrant? - That is the food that the Red Army soldiers have exchanged for!

Seventy years ago, it was the ragged footsteps that measured the distance from darkness to light.

The unique version of the Chinese land in the twentieth century

There is no eternal singer before the ancients,

Copyed in Snow's American notes,

Let all human readers,

For it!

Vaguely remember, with a near-devout heart, caress your sturdy and quaint body. Some people say that you are proud of the sky, and you are playing a mythical legend! In fact, where is the myth? Just because you cherish possession, you know how to own it.

Just as the snail was killed, not only left the food, but also left the British name, so that every soldier is grateful to the heart, this is not enough?

If you cherish it, you will know how to be grateful.

To this day, I suddenly realized that I have too much and I have too much luxury, so I forgot to satisfy.

Friends, cherish what you have, cherish life, cherish your loved ones, and cherish yourself.