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There are many familiar relatives and friends in life. With the changes of the times, people become' mature' and often become strangers. Young friends, because there are many children, are enough to fool me, and then let me see the faint shadow on the bright moon, tell me that it is the moon that I can't sleep, and say that I have been thinking about why I was unhappy that night ... Holding the phone and quietly listening to my mother's words, tears slipped down.

This morning, as soon as I got online, I went to the paging desk and sent a short message to my father: Good morning, Dad, it's cold today, and I have enough clothes. Don't worry about me. ...

There are many familiar relatives and friends in life. With the changes of the times, people become' mature' and often become strangers. The young friend has never changed in his memory because he hasn't seen each other for years. Therefore, in my heart, he is the person I know best. Recalling the past, the spring breeze made me warm, and the summer heat wave hit people. I left in late autumn and October, and in that winter, everything went back to the original point, but I never forgot each other.

I met him in a sunny spring, so I decided to play ball. He just went out. We greet each other. He is a new neighbor. He is a distant relative and close neighbor. It is reasonable for us to know each other. Maybe I'm both bored, so there is no intersection. When I arrived at the meeting, I found him behind me. It turns out that he also came to play ball. Then we were assigned to a team. We understand each other well on the court. After the game, I went home with him. On the way, we talked a lot. Lonely people have many similar hobbies. We also know his name is Xiao. He is also an introverted but active person. Life is always dull because we can't make friends. Our understanding is like the beginning of a beautiful spring. Spring bathes. Seeing that life is booming, our friendship is also growing, and we often play ball together. I always go to his house after school. His parents are busy and his family is few, so he creates a free space for us. We often play chess and watch cartoons together at his house, talk about our favorite things, and be free and leave each other with good memories in life.

In the blink of an eye, spring and summer turn. In summer, the scorching sun can't extinguish our active hearts. Besides playing ball games, we often go out and steal lychees from other people's orchards. We were chased. Luckily, we ran away every time. Once playing with fire, I almost burned my backyard. Although he ran away, he was scolded. In fact, in retrospect, there are still many adults. We were so noisy that we were scolded as soon as we were arrested. Once we played tricks on beggars on the side of the road and were caught 10 street and chased. All the musicians laughed at each other. Teenagers are so bold, pursuing excitement, seeking only the process but not the result. There are no unnecessary worries and thoughts. In the world of adults, you can't enjoy the frivolous and carefree youth. The feelings established at this time are the purest, without any dust. They are easy to understand and familiar with each other. Looking back now, it was the most energetic moment in my heart.

The prosperity of summer is over, the sky is high and bright, and it is autumn again. Autumn leaves sweep away and yellow flowers fall. Some people are worried. He wants to leave. He went back to his hometown to study. The golden late autumn took away the freshness of summer, and the complicated mood covered up the happiness of the past. The faint sadness makes us inexplicably understand what we should know. It takes courage to grow up and leave. We can no longer pursue a day without troubles. He and I answered him, "I don't know. I never thought about it when I grew up." As for meeting, maybe I will. But I have a negative feeling in my heart. I am speechless, silently enjoying our last carefree moment. I saw him off the day he left. We all cried at the station. We just said goodbye and said nothing. I don't know what language to use to face parting. The whistle of the train blew away the parting. The sliding of the wheel took it away, and I can't find it anymore. "

Autumn harvest and winter storage, winter is coming. He has been away for three years. We kept in touch that winter. Memories fade away. Because there is nothing new to replace each other. It is very cold this winter. The winter that belonged to that year has been dragged on until now. Memories of the past have disappeared with the passage of time. Only the memories of each other remain in my heart. I know many types of people, but I can't find the familiar feeling in the past. I'm a little familiar with people in reality. Give a person a feeling of numbness. No passion, only anxiety. No familiarity, only indifference. Xiao, the person I know best, doesn't know what you are like now. In my memory, there is only you in the past. I don't know what you are now. So, in my heart, you are still the familiar you. -Today, like water, tomorrow, you are a stranger.

My father

When I was a child, my father always smiled. Even if my mother quarrels with him sometimes, he always greets him with a smile. Once my mother was so angry that she turned and closed the door as soon as she entered the room. My father pushed me into the middle of the door when I was three. I saw my father smiling, but I didn't know what to do. I stood at the door, looked up at my mother and looked back at my father. Mother couldn't help laughing.

At that time, my father was a middle school physics teacher. When I grow up, I am curious about the school curriculum. I admire seeing my father speaking on the podium, but my father said not to be disturbed in class. I wanted to go in but didn't dare, so I poked around at the door. Dad just wrote something on the blackboard and didn't look at the movement below. The students became active, and several people motioned for me to go in.

I took two steps, shrank my feet and looked at my father. He is still writing letters, but he hasn't seen me. I was so nervous when I walked in, and finally I squeezed myself behind the door and dared not come out again. Dad finished writing and continued his class, only to see all the students smiling while covering their mouths. Finally, he found the movement behind the door. He opened the door and saw me hiding, with a gentle smile on his face, reaching out to touch my head.

There is a blank memory behind me. I don't know whether to be sent home on the spot or to sit inside and wait for my father to finish class.

When I was a child, I was sickly and spent a lot of effort on my parents. One night in the middle of the night, my mother suddenly had a bad fever, and my father went to the hospital behind my back.

I fell on my father's warm back and jumped up and down with the rhythm of his footsteps. Seeing the stars shining gently all over the sky, I began to chat with my father about the stars. I was very confused at that time, and I still remembered to ask for the stars in the sky. My father also fooled me with a long ladder that could reach the stars. Then he showed me the faint shadow on the bright moon and told me that it was a tree on the moon and a fairy. I looked up at the crystal moon in the magical night sky, surrounded by magical warmth, and my body gradually cooled down.

I didn't see a doctor when I arrived at the hospital, and my fever went down. Dad carried me back again. Later, I said I was sick. Just show me the stars instead of seeing a doctor. I'm so happy.

When I was a child, I always slept with my sister. At that time, my parents would come over in the middle of the night to see if our quilts were covered. The yellow flashlight light is the expectation of every night. Time swept my eyes and I woke up. However, I always seem to know that I can't open my eyes when this warmth is revealed, so I closed my eyes and let the flashlight sway my eyes. Pretending to sleep is not like pretending to be old. My eyelids always jump. The more I try to calm it down, the more I dance.

From school to senior three, school teachers began to make up lessons crazily. Dad has been working in the education commission, and he is not optimistic about the teacher's make-up classes, saying that the courses can actually be completed in the classroom. This kind of squeezing education has squeezed the aura of all students. Of course, I can't say this, but it is of great benefit to me. As soon as the teacher wants to make up lessons, I will go home and let my father write a note. In the eyes of many people, this should be my father's excessive encouragement. But in any case, I am one of the few people of my age who have no fear of the college entrance examination.

Later, when I went to college, I lost a lot of contact with my family. I often don't call home for a long time as long as the food stays the same every month. The period before graduation should be a crazy day for every college graduate. At that time, I always felt depressed and wanted to vent, but I couldn't stop venting. Unlike those crazy boys, we don't throw tape into the kettle, but walk silently in the street with some friends, thinking.

What impressed me for the first time was the spirit and the jar. As they walked, the three men began to cry. Nobody advised anyone, and then they called each other. Father was in Shenzhen on business that day. When I got on the phone and heard my father's voice, I burst into tears. Dad didn't ask anything. When I calmed down, he asked me if the weather was cold and if I had enough clothes. I cried again, then sobbed and said, Dad, I miss you.

It is very difficult to find a good job after graduation, and there is no place to ask for help with the certificate of excellent graduates. I have been thinking about whether my leading role is dynamic or static. If it is static, I will go home to accompany my parents. If it's dynamic, I'll break in alone outside.

Finally, I decided not to go home, not because I saw that I took the initiative, but because I wanted to let myself go more.

After all, it is not a trivial matter for a girl to have nothing in a foreign country. I know I have to make it clear at home, and I'm not sure if I will get approval and support. I have to say that day, I dialed the phone in fear and trembling and explained it to my father in detail. Dad listened quietly, and then said, if you think clearly, just do what you want. The most important thing is yourself. We can make a reference at most. If you have any difficulties, talk to your family. I asked my father, what should I do if I can't get along well outside? -is to determine the posterior. Dad smiled and said, how can I discuss this with you now? You want to retreat without doing anything, then come back now.

I have been working for more than two years in a blink of an eye, but I have been running far and far to the south. Two months ago, my father came to see me with my mother. I am glad that the years have not left too many marks on my father's spirit. He is as optimistic and cheerful as before. I took them to Shenzhen and Zhuhai and talked about everything along the way.

A week later, they will go back, but I didn't want to talk that night, and I couldn't eat any food, as if every word I said and every bite I ate would reveal my inner SOB. I'm afraid they will see something, but the smile is getting more and more reluctant. Dad saw it and asked me why I was so happy and didn't say anything tonight. I didn't even say no, and then I laughed.

Go back to the dormitory at night, but can't sleep. Thinking about the cracks left by parents' canthus years, thinking about floating in the sky alone. What is the effective time to repay them? And now, I have nothing but myself The long sigh in my heart was drowned in that dark night, and occasionally two pieces of light tore from nowhere.

Then I called home one day, and my father was not there. My mother said that she didn't fall asleep the night before she left, thinking that I didn't eat much. Dad couldn't sleep over and over again, saying that he had been thinking about why I was unhappy that night ... holding the phone and listening to my mother quietly, tears slipped down.

This morning, as soon as I got online, I went to the paging desk and sent a short message to my father: Good morning, Dad, it's cold today, and I have enough clothes. Don't worry about me. ...

My father

He is not big, but he can protect my weak seedlings;

He, not gentle, gave me the most intimate care;

He, without knowledge, taught me a truth, I am the most human;

He is not careful, but he can reveal his love for his children in his brow.

He is just an ordinary man. But for me, it is the most special-dad.

I have little respect for my father since I was a child, and I have always ignored his importance. Perhaps because my father's education is not high, I have never discussed many things with my father, and I have never revealed my feelings to my father. Only when the light bulb is broken and things are too heavy to move, will I think of my father. At that time, I always hoped that my father could be on call, whether he was busy at work or not, but he always worked hard. But at that time, I didn't understand the caring look in my father's eyes, just took it for granted.

Now that I'm grown up, I finally know how busy my father is at work, and I won't let him pick me up any more. When I walk in the hot sun, I miss the soft sofa and cool air conditioner in my father's car. I didn't know how happy I was when I was a child, and I knew I couldn't be willful anymore.

When I was a child, when I fell, my father never reached out and helped me up. Instead, he stood in the distance, holding my favorite lollipop in his hand and loudly said to me, "Baby, as long as you stand up and walk in front of my father, you can eat lollipops!" " I don't know whether it is the attraction of lollipops or the expectant eyes in my father's eyes that give me the courage to stand up and give me the motivation to move forward. When I finally came to my father's side, my father hugged me excitedly, and I saw a gratified smile on my father's face. I finally know that what I want is not a lollipop, but a smile from my father.

Whenever my father comes home late from work, in the twilight, I can feel my father stroking my hair and tucking me in. A warm feeling arises spontaneously. It turns out that my father has been protecting me and my mother.

Dad is a man who sticks to his hobbies and never gives in. He insists on taking a cold bath every day, and he insists on going swimming every day. No matter how cold the weather is all year round, it always persists and never changes. I have never heard my father shout "pain" or "tired". He always wears this strong face, and he smiles at everything that goes wrong. He once told me: "People must stick to their ideals, no matter how hard or tired they are." From then on, I was no longer afraid of wind and rain, and I learned to stick to everything.

These days, my father is on a business trip again. In these days, I learned to miss.

In life, you often see a lot of things, but unfortunately you are not there, so you don't have much impression. But the person I know is exactly the one you didn't notice.

There is no doubt that you have a good job. Although the salary for a month is not high, you can live decently by saving money. Although you don't have Yao Ming's figure or Schwarzenegger's shivering physique, you are never picky about food, so in my opinion, you should be healthy. And your clothes are very ethnic, and colorful fabrics are colorful and dazzling on you.

Once, I met you downstairs again. You are still wearing the same suit and patched socks, clothes and pants. I realize that the distance between us is so great, as if you don't belong to this era. You often shuttle back and forth in front of one trash can after another, not afraid of being dirty, reaching in to clean up the garbage without hesitation, just like a tree planting machine reaching into the soil without hesitation. Even the garbage is as dirty as the bad guys' faces. But your hands keep turning, your feet tap the ground gently and rhythmically, and your hair swings back and forth with your body. Unexpectedly, there is no trace of embarrassment, discomfort or sadness on your face. On the contrary, it seems a little poised and incredible. I admire your courage to put your hand in, which is probably incomparable to those who are eager to commit suicide. I'm-I'm even more ashamed.

You often go for a walk, which is more than one kilometer. It seems that people who want to lose weight but can't lose it should study hard.

You often sing in the street without scruple, regardless of your unpleasant singing, which leads to a high rate of turning around. Strangely, they don't seem to blame you, as if they are used to this kind of singing. You are not a pop star, but what those singers lack is the ability to improvise in the street.

You are a person who loves nature. You like the sun very much, and you always like to walk in the sun without an umbrella. You may think that this is the best way to get close to nature.

You are a cosmopolitan person with no fixed place, no husband and no children, but I can always see you in my hometown. Of course, a heart for hometown is indispensable. Although you and I are not related by blood, I know you very well and others know you very well. The only regret is that I, including everyone, don't know your name, and only give you an indecent nickname: "crazy woman", a deranged "crazy woman". I hope you can forgive me. 4 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 / kloc-0/ 1 1 1 1654 38+0 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 / kloc-0/ 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 16543 8+0 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 / Kloc-0/11165438+0111/kloc-0. Recalling the past, the spring breeze made me warm, and the summer heat wave hit people. I left in late autumn and October, and in that winter, everything went back to the original point, but I never forgot each other.

I met him in a sunny spring, so I decided to play ball. He just went out. We greet each other. He is a new neighbor. He is a distant relative and close neighbor. It is reasonable for us to know each other. Maybe I'm both bored, so there is no intersection. When I arrived at the meeting, I found him behind me. It turns out that he also came to play ball. Then we were assigned to a team. We understand each other well on the court. After the game, I went home with him. On the way, we talked a lot. Lonely people have many similar hobbies. We also know his name is Xiao. He is also an introverted but active person. Life is always dull because we can't make friends. Our understanding is like the beginning of a beautiful spring. Spring bathes. Seeing that life is booming, our friendship is also growing, and we often play ball together. I always go to his house after school. His parents are busy and his family is few, so he creates a free space for us. We often play chess and watch cartoons together at his house, talk about our favorite things, and be free and leave each other with good memories in life.

In the blink of an eye, spring and summer turn. In summer, the scorching sun can't extinguish our active hearts. Besides playing ball games, we often go out and steal lychees from other people's orchards. We were chased. Luckily, we ran away every time. Once playing with fire, I almost burned my backyard. Although he ran away, he was scolded. In fact, in retrospect, there are still many adults. We were so noisy that we were scolded as soon as we were arrested. Once we played tricks on beggars on the side of the road and were caught 10 street and chased. All the musicians laughed at each other. Teenagers are so bold. They pursue excitement. They only seek the process, not the end. There are no unnecessary worries and thoughts. The frivolous and carefree days of youth are not enjoyed in the world of adults. The feelings established at this time are the purest and untouchable.

He is just an ordinary man. But for me, it is the most special-dad.

I have little respect for my father since I was a child, and I have always ignored his importance. Perhaps because my father's education is not high, I have never discussed many things with my father, and I have never revealed my feelings to my father. Only when the light bulb is broken and things are too heavy to move, will I think of my father. At that time, I always hoped that my father could be on call, whether he was busy at work or not, but he always worked hard. But at that time, I didn't understand the caring look in my father's eyes, just took it for granted.

Now that I'm grown up, I finally know how busy my father is at work, and I won't let him pick me up any more. When I walk in the hot sun, I miss the soft sofa and cool air conditioner in my father's car. I didn't know how happy I was when I was a child, and I knew I couldn't be willful anymore.

When I was a child, when I fell, my father never reached out and helped me up. Instead, he stood in the distance, holding my favorite lollipop in his hand and loudly said to me, "Baby, as long as you stand up and walk in front of my father, you can eat lollipops!" " I don't know whether it is the attraction of lollipops or the expectant eyes in my father's eyes that give me the courage to stand up and give me the motivation to move forward. When I finally came to my father's side, my father hugged me excitedly, and I saw a gratified smile on my father's face. I finally know that what I want is not a lollipop, but a smile from my father.

Looking at the crystal moon in the magical night sky, my heart was surrounded by magical warmth and my body gradually cooled down.

I didn't see a doctor when I arrived at the hospital, and my fever went down. Dad carried me back again. Later, I said that I was ill. Just show me the stars instead of looking for a doctor. I'm so happy.

When I was a child, I always slept with my sister. At that time, my parents would come over in the middle of the night to see if our quilts were covered. The yellow flashlight light is the expectation of every night. Time swept my eyes and I woke up. However, I always seem to know that I can't open my eyes when this warmth is revealed, so I closed my eyes and let the flashlight sway my eyes. Pretending to sleep is not like pretending to be old. My eyelids always jump. The more I try to calm it down, the more I dance.

From school to senior three, school teachers began to make up lessons crazily. Dad has been working in the education commission, and he is not optimistic about the teacher's make-up classes, saying that the courses can actually be completed in the classroom. This kind of squeezing education has squeezed the aura of all students. Of course, I can't say this, but it is of great benefit to me. As soon as the teacher wants to make up lessons, I will go home and let my father write a note. In the eyes of many people, this should be my father's excessive encouragement. But in any case, I am one of the few people of my age who have no fear of the college entrance examination.

Later, when I went to college, I lost a lot of contact with my family. I often don't call home for a long time as long as the food stays the same every month. The period before graduation should be a crazy day for every college graduate. At that time, I always felt depressed and wanted to vent, but I couldn't stop venting. Unlike those crazy boys, we don't throw tape into the kettle, but walk silently in the street with some friends, thinking.

What impressed me for the first time was the spirit and the jar. As they walked, the three men began to cry. Nobody advised anyone, and then they called each other. Father was in Shenzhen on business that day. When I got on the phone and heard my father's voice, I burst into tears. Dad didn't ask anything. When I calmed down, he asked me if the weather was cold and if I had enough clothes. I cried again, then sobbed and said, Dad, I miss you.

It is very difficult to find a good job after graduation, and there is no place to ask for help with the certificate of excellent graduates. I have been thinking about whether my leading role is dynamic or static. If it is static, I will go home to accompany my parents. If it's dynamic, I'll break in alone outside.

Finally, I decided not to go home, not because I saw that I took the initiative, but because I wanted to let myself go more.

After all, it is not a trivial matter for a girl to have nothing in a foreign country. I know I have to make it clear at home, and I'm not sure if I will get approval and support. I have to say that day, I dialed the phone in fear and trembling and explained it to my father in detail. Dad listened quietly, and then said, if you think clearly, just do what you want. The most important thing is yourself. We can make a reference at most. If you have any difficulties, talk to your family. I asked my father, what should I do if I can't get along well outside? -is to determine the posterior. Dad smiled and said, how can I discuss this with you now? You want to retreat without doing anything, then come back now.

I have been working for more than two years in a blink of an eye, but I have been running far and far to the south. Two months ago, my father came to see me with my mother. I am glad that the years have not left too many marks on my father's spirit. He is as optimistic and cheerful as before. I took them to Shenzhen and Zhuhai and talked about everything along the way.

A week later, they will go back, but I didn't want to talk that night, and I couldn't eat any food, as if every word I said and every bite I ate would reveal my inner SOB. I'm afraid they will see something, but the smile is getting more and more reluctant. Dad saw it and asked me why I was so happy and didn't say anything tonight. I didn't even say no, and then I laughed.

Go back to the dormitory at night, but can't sleep. Thinking about the cracks left by parents' canthus years, thinking about floating in the sky alone. What is the effective time to repay them? And now, I have nothing but myself The long sigh in my heart was drowned in that dark night, and occasionally two pieces of light tore from nowhere.

Then I called home one day, and my father was not there. My mother said that she didn't fall asleep the night before she left, thinking that I didn't eat much. Dad couldn't sleep over and over again, saying that he had been thinking about why I was unhappy that night ... holding the phone and listening to my mother quietly, tears slipped down.

This morning, as soon as I got online, I went to the paging desk and sent a short message to my father: Good morning, Dad, it's cold today, and I have enough clothes. Don't worry about me. ...

My father

He is not big, but he can protect my weak seedlings;

He, not gentle, gave me the most intimate care;

He, without knowledge, taught me a truth, I am the most human;

He is not careful, but he can reveal his love for his children in his brow.

He is just an ordinary man. But for me, it is the most special-dad.

I have little respect for my father since I was a child, and I have always ignored his importance. Perhaps because my father's education is not high, I have never discussed many things with my father, and I have never revealed my feelings to my father. Only when the light bulb is broken and things are too heavy to move, will I think of my father. At that time, I always hoped that my father could be on call, whether he was busy at work or not, but he always worked hard. But at that time, I didn't understand the caring look in my father's eyes, just took it for granted.

Now that I'm grown up, I finally know how busy my father is at work, and I won't let him pick me up any more. When I walk in the hot sun, I miss the soft sofa and cool air conditioner in my father's car. I didn't know how happy I was when I was a child, and I knew I couldn't be willful anymore.

When I was a child, when I fell, my father never reached out and helped me up. Instead, he stood in the distance, holding my favorite lollipop in his hand and loudly said to me, "Baby, as long as you stand up and walk in front of my father, you can eat lollipops!" " I don't know whether it is the attraction of lollipops or the expectant eyes in my father's eyes that give me the courage to stand up and give me the motivation to move forward. When I finally came to my father's side, my father hugged me excitedly, and I saw a gratified smile on my father's face. I finally know that what I want is not a lollipop, but a smile from my father.

Whenever my father comes home late from work, in the twilight, I can feel my father stroking my hair and tucking me in. A warm feeling arises spontaneously. It turns out that my father has been protecting me and my mother.

Dad is a man who sticks to his hobbies and never gives in. He insists on taking a cold bath every day, and he insists on going swimming every day. No matter how cold the weather is all year round, it always persists and never changes. I have never heard my father shout "pain" or "tired". He always wears this strong face, and he smiles at everything that goes wrong. He once told me: "People must stick to their ideals, no matter how hard or tired they are." From then on, I was no longer afraid of wind and rain, and I learned to stick to everything.

These days, my father is on a business trip again. In these days, I learned to miss.

In life, you often see a lot of things, but unfortunately you are not there, so you don't have much impression. But the person I know is exactly the one you didn't notice.

There is no doubt that you have a good job. Although the salary for a month is not high, you can live decently by saving money. Although you don't have Yao Ming's figure or Schwarzenegger's shivering physique, you are never picky about food, so in my opinion, you should be healthy. And your clothes are very ethnic, and colorful fabrics are colorful and dazzling on you.

Once, I met you downstairs again. You are still wearing the same suit and patched socks, clothes and pants. I realize that the distance between us is so great, as if you don't belong to this era. You often shuttle back and forth in front of one trash can after another, not afraid of being dirty, reaching in to clean up the garbage without hesitation, just like a tree planting machine reaching into the soil without hesitation. Even the garbage is as dirty as the bad guys' faces. But your hands keep turning, your feet tap the ground gently and rhythmically, and your hair swings back and forth with your body. Unexpectedly, there is no trace of embarrassment, discomfort or sadness on your face. On the contrary, it seems a little poised and incredible. I admire your courage to put your hand in, which is probably incomparable to those who are eager to commit suicide. I'm-I'm even more ashamed.

You often go for a walk, which is more than one kilometer. It seems that people who want to lose weight but can't lose it should study hard.

You often sing in the street without scruple, regardless of your unpleasant singing, which leads to a high rate of turning around. Strangely, they don't seem to blame you, as if they are used to this kind of singing. You are not a pop star, but what those singers lack is the ability to improvise in the street.

You are a person who loves nature. You like the sun very much, and you always like to walk in the sun without an umbrella. You may think that this is the best way to get close to nature.

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You are a cosmopolitan person with no fixed place, no husband and no children, but I can always see you in my hometown. Of course, a heart for hometown is indispensable. Although you and I are not related by blood, I know you very well and others know you very well. The only regret is that I, including everyone, don't know your name, and only give you an indecent nickname: "crazy woman", a deranged "crazy woman". I hope you can forgive me.