My husband did something that moved me when I had my period. What should I say that moves me?

My husband did something that moved me when I was menstruating. What should I say? At this time, no one can compare with my husband. My husband is very happy and I love you.

What moved me and what moved you.

If you are tired on your birthday, what should you say to move you? Ordinary and long-term is true. Friendship is simple. Tell him your birthday. I remember. That's all.

I was moved by the poem "Seeing and Not Seeing" written by Cangyang Jiacuo.

Have you seen me?

I was there.

Not sad or happy.

You can either read me or you can't read me.

Love is there.

Don't come or go.

Do you love me or not?

Love is there.

Neither increasing nor decreasing.

Are you with me or not?

My hand is in your hand.

Never give up.

Come into my arms.

or

Let me live in your heart

Silent love

Silence and happiness

Jingtai orchid

I yearn for the Qing Dynasty, the dynasty with great talents like Nalan Rong Ruo and Ji Yun, the dynasty with peerless beauties like Chen Yuanyuan and ChristianRandPhillips, the dynasty with women like Xiao Zhuang and Cixi, the dynasty closest to modern society, which left the most mystery and reverie for modern society ... It was a cloisonne-like era, warm as jade, bright as gold, with the luster of jewelry and like exquisite porcelain.

I dreamed that I was back in the Qing Dynasty. I am a woman with an orchid heart, wearing exquisite clothes made of Hangzhou silk, writing beautiful poems and embroidering exquisite and realistic embroidery.

I dreamed that I returned to the Qing Dynasty and was born in a palace with a distinguished family background. I am a spoiled little princess with an elegant flag on her head and a heavy flowerpot on her feet. I used to gallop on the grassland and sing wine, but the years as bright as cloisonne were finally fragmented and turned into my wide cheongsam, which was rolled under Phnom Penh? In a remote place, I was combed into a dovetail shape, and a strand of hair floated down.

I dreamed that I was back in the Qing Dynasty, a coquettish woman with both talent and color, and the summer lotus and bamboo in front of my house showed my cleanliness.

I dreamed that I was back in the Qing Dynasty. I am Jasper, a family with small bridges and flowing water in the south of the Yangtze River. When washing clothes, I sing sad or cheerful old songs in Wunong soft language.

I dreamed that I was back in the Qing Dynasty, an unloved concubine in the Forbidden City, or just a little maid-in-waiting who resigned herself to seeing morning glory and Vega in the dead of night.

I dreamed that I returned to the Qing Dynasty, because I hoped to meet you.

You must be a handsome man with a thick knife-shaped eyebrow, although I can't understand the sadness between the eyebrows. Your handwriting is my favorite official script. When you play "Mountain Flowing Water" with guzheng, I will stare at you with heartache. I will add a bowl of fragrant maple syrup tea to your box. I know that you are determined to take revenge, and you must also long for the comfort of adding fragrance to tea.

Our painstaking love broke down on the day you were beheaded. I finally understand that your love comes from your loyalty and nostalgia for the former dynasty, and you are a descendant of members of a complex society.

You belong to that era, but I have my own cloisonne years. We shouldn't be together. I didn't go with you like the heroines in those tacky stories, because I also have my beliefs and I love my dynasty.

Later, later.

Then I went to high school. The school is a garden-like place, with artificial "Qushui", out-of-touch dwarf bamboo and a false humanistic atmosphere. I studied and lived in this garden-like school, and seldom dreamed of returning to the Qing Dynasty.

But who are you? Is he an active boy on the playground? Is it the late netizen I met? Or a deep and strange big brother who shared an elevator with me in the library on a crisp autumn morning?

Forget it.

I opened the heavy seal of life with the firm belief of looking for beauty alone.

Forget you.

The school uniforms of middle school students in our city are light blue long-sleeved shirts and dark blue jeans. However, after high school, everyone changed into old-fashioned jeans, boys wore youth sweatpants, and girls wore fashionable jeans or colorful skirts. Only the light blue shirts abide by the teachers' rule that school uniforms must be worn every day.

I dragged my cheeks out of the window when I couldn't listen any longer, and occasionally caught a glimpse of the thin edge and dark blue on the cuffs of school uniforms. I sighed and thought, is this a dream left over more than three centuries ago?

Cloisonne years, dream years.

In liberal arts classes, a large number of girls are a beautiful scenery. In class, they sit quietly in their seats and take notes carefully. They are very clever. Yes, smart. I definitely don't use "gentle and demure" to describe them. I always feel that "gentle and quiet" belongs only to a cloisonne woman.

One day when I was at school, I saw a beautiful senior. She is wearing a light blue school uniform like us, with a knee-length pure white skirt below. Embroidered with a few small orchids. At that time, there was a slight surprise: I wish I were a girl like her! Even the bags on the shoulders are Jiangnan fabric series. The whole person seems to have come out from that cloisonne era.

Every spring semester in physical education class, we choose our own projects. I chose table tennis and took classes on the first floor of the school library with those students who chose to learn physical fitness. Once, I was attracted by the music coming from their side, and watched them dancing the passionate cha-cha with a racket from a distance.

Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of high-grade cloisonne: her short skirt was replaced by a pair of tight jeans, and her long hair was tied in a high ponytail. She also danced cha-cha in the crowd. At the end of the song, senior cloisonne turned a smiling face, which was beautiful-just like many vulgar beauties now.

The tape recorder more than ten meters away released the song "I need to know", and they danced enthusiastically again.

Since then, there have been no cloisonne seniors.

When you move, go to the gallery and choose a picture suitable for hanging on the wall. I stood in front of a meticulous painting for a long time, on which was a beautiful lady of the Qing Dynasty, playing the flute. The clerk thought it was my favorite one and asked me to wrap it up. I smiled and shook my head, and chose another one, evergreen-ink bamboo painting.

The clerk won't know that I am very resistant to the false heavy color on that meticulous painting.

Practicing calligraphy in the study during the holiday, poor calligraphy can't describe the elegance and beauty of cloisonne years, and let me know that I shouldn't desecrate cloisonne years.

I draw all kinds of clean clothes, flags, hairpins, bracelets, earrings, embroidered shoes ... every stroke is very detailed. I stared at the women in these outfits for a long time, sighing that I couldn't be that gentle and demure.

I'm still dreaming of going back to the Qing Dynasty, and I met you again this time. What makes me happy is that you no longer struggle and sacrifice for the lost power. We are as harmonious as ever, and the sunshine of cloisonne years casts mottled shadows on the ground through acacia trees. If you don't put on the Hosta, paint me with a faint black eyebrow.

You smiled, and I was ashamed.

At the end, I woke up.

Vast sadness, boundless disaster, short song ending, lack of bright moon, gloomy and beautiful city with game-writing protocol in it; Sometimes the blue is exhausted, sometimes the blood is exhausted, and a wisp of fragrant soul is endless.

Yes or no? Turn into a butterfly.

Whose legend is my dream?

Cloisonne age

——— End ——

Korakuen amusement park

We always believe in the real world.

The existence of post-heaven

over there

Love can last forever and dreams will come true.

We saw the gray wall of reality with one eye.

But bravely leap with the other eye and approach the dream.

Resist the capture of reality with children's wings

Even if we die together innocently.

At least we used to believe and be brave.

We will arrive one day.

Our post-heaven

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one

After the first rain in autumn, I received a letter from Yang from Hangzhou. There is a familiar and delicious vanilla smell in the envelope.

Yang said he liked the photos I sent. In the photo, I am sitting on a very green lawn, with my head slightly tilted, and the sunshine falls on my hair, shoulders and leaks through my fingers. My eyes can't see.

Yang finally said, you are a child who longs to be embraced by the sun.

Yang also said that your lonely eyes are beautiful and cruel.

"Copper sulfate pentahydrate has two nicknames, one is bile alum," the chemistry teacher paused, "and the other is blue alum."

My brother gave me a quick look and began to smile at my desk without grace. Lucy also cooperated in kicking my stool at the back, and then responded to the teacher's call with great excitement and rushed to the podium to grind the blue alum with something that can be called smashing. Smile at me all the time, and I return the same bright smile, thinking that I am really sorry for not touching you. So Lucy added my green tea, my coke and the one on the right to the water bottle. Thank you for your different tastes.

"Lan Fan, don't be angry." Lucy took my hand in a good temper and gave me something. "I know you'll want it."

I spread out my hand, and a blue alum shining with pure blue light lay quietly in my palm, flowing with dazzling brilliance, looking clean and quiet.

What a beautiful crystal

"sail!" Suddenly, Lucy cried and shouted, "What did you add to my water?"

I put blue alum in a small glass bottle and hung it on my chest. Spread out the long stationery and tell Yang that a girl named Lan Alum fell in love with a crystal and planned to put it in a future ring. I can imagine Yang's smile, as warm as autumn sunshine.

One day in May, Yang calmly told me that she was going to heaven.

I told Yang calmly that I believe you will never come back.

Then we all laughed, because I knew that Yang was referring to Hangzhou, known as Xanadu, and I meant that since Hangzhou is rich in beautiful women, there are more handsome men. According to Yang's character, he is naturally happy. I miss and believe that the tacit understanding of laughing away is more of a disappointment. Don't give up, so don't. But no matter how much I hate being separated from it, I should go.

People who believe in the holy spirit so much don't care.

Yang is really gone forever.

She will only write to me from time to time, and then very inhumanely force me to stay up late to write to her. So every time I am surprised to say, it is strange that a gentle girl like you will fight with others. The teacher looked at me with unprecedented kindness: "sail, you should pay attention to the learning method." I have no heart.

Yang is very happy in every letter, and I try my best to reply happily, but she can always see whether I am good or not from the letters. I admit that playing this game since childhood has never been her opponent. I said you were too sensitive, and Yang said sail. You will always be a person who doesn't know how to hide yourself.

Really? I don't know.

two

On Saturday, make up lessons and study by yourself.

The rain outside the window is crisp, without a trace of autumn lingering. My brother is very conscientious to help me explain geometry problems, and he also claims that I am the most * * * math he has ever seen, as if my * * * brother is very proud.

I remember the first day when we just sat at the same table, we respected each other as "ice"; The next day, messing around; On the third day, he began to trick me into calling him brother; On the fourth day, I surrendered. At this time, Yang sighed helplessly, Fan, you are really a simple child.

"Fan," my brother stopped writing, "do you think we live in an unreal world, and everything we experience is a program?" "No, it won't." I really want to say something, but I don't know how.

Later, I discovered that, in fact, my brother, Yang and I are all the same person. We are all afraid of what we dream and worry about. If we are all in the program, we don't have to think about tomorrow. This is a kind of numb happiness. Because we are all afraid of going through ups and downs and suffering enough, it is really a great irony to suddenly find out that all this is a joke.

When I walked out of the school gate, I found that it was really raining heavily. It's a pity that I have never had the habit of carrying an umbrella. Yang complained to me many times, and finally sent me home and then folded it back. The rain hit me happily, as if to remind me that Yang could never give me an umbrella again. So, I began to miss for no reason, in this gloomy rainy day.

The rain stopped. I looked back, it was my brother.

"Girl, it's raining." My voice has always been gentle. I smiled, pushed his hand away and walked straight ahead. I missed it.

We all know each other, but we don't know ourselves.

The rain is really heavy. When I went back, I was ill. I take medicine, sleep in bed day and night, and always have a dream. Yang is holding an umbrella, and we are standing at a crossroads, with pedestrians coming and going. Yang quickly disappeared into the crowd, leaving me standing alone. I suddenly forgot what I wanted to do and where I was going. I squatted down and hugged my knees tightly, as if I were grasping at something, and I was scared of nothing. It's cold.

I opened my eyes and Lucy was changing my ice pack. I came to see you, she said.

I looked out of the window. The sun is shining, which is a typical crisp autumn.

"I want to go for a walk." I said. Lucy waved the thermometer before my eyes. "Save it, it's still burning." She sat by the bed.

"I remember today's sports meeting, why not go?" I asked her.

Lucy looked down: "You know."

"Lucy, can you try to fit into the present class?" Lucy transferred to another school, but she has been attached to her old school and friends, even though there may be no place for her there. I know that when Xigang came, everyone had an instinctive hostility, but I don't want Xigang to stay forever.

"Sail, can you give up your stubborn persistence?"

"Everyone has his own insistence." This sentence naturally came out. It suddenly occurred to me that we are all the same, all guarding something because of persistence. I'm really not qualified to convince Lucy.

The sun is shining. It's really a good day to go out for a walk.

three

Seeing Yang's thread on BBS, she said, Fan, what you wrote in front is very good, very sad and touching. But why is the ending a eulogy, a whitewash, summing up the past and looking forward to the future?

I replied with a smile: Yang, actually I just want to add more sunshine. I can't believe that not everything is suitable for sunshine, but there is a lot of irony in fermentation.

I rested for two days and went back to school. My brother handed me the sorted notebook as usual, and I smiled gratefully.

"Oh, it's so affectionate at the same table!" Class Changsha Gherardini threw a sentence, which is to look down on others who are better than her, and we all call her teacher extinction behind her back.

"Go, go, big brother cares about little sister." My brother looks impatient, and God knows he hates such people the most.

"Hum." Sand coldly threw a supercilious look and left.

Next is my favorite English class. Young Miss Liana always likes to talk about Romeo, Juliet, Shakespeare and Hugo in class. Halfway through the class, Miss Liana asked my brother to translate "No matter where you go, I will stay with you".

"No matter where you go, I will accompany you." I dare not even think about it.

The whole class burst into laughter. Miss Liana laughed at the podium and asked, "Who do you mean?" ? Lucy and I laughed until we were angry.

Lan Fan! I heard the thin voice of sand booing and glared at it at once.

My brother gave me a funny look and shook his head helplessly.

Yang said, sail, when you are quiet, I see freedom wandering happily inside.

Always in an instant, easily lose the ability to speak.

I deliberately traded my weakness for a short period of freedom. Sometimes I refuse any food. I don't understand why one life depends on destroying another.

In The Lion King, Simba's father said that when we die, we will become grass on the ground and be eaten by sheep.

At that moment, I was relieved.

Yang, can we take responsibility freely?

Remember to watch Xian Jian together. Let me ask you, why does Linger have to go back to Nanzhao? Xiaoyao has been looking for Linger. What is it?

You said, love and responsibility.

Then, I am here, walking like this, living like this, because of love and responsibility.

So, inexplicably want to cry.

The sky here always suppresses tears and presses on the chest with a gloomy overlooking attitude. I looked out of the window silently, and a pigeon stood alone in the treetop, watching quietly.

Yang said that children born in early spring are the children who believe in hope the most. But what Yang didn't know was that there was an overwhelming heavy snow here in the early spring a few years ago, and there was despair for winter. Therefore, it seems that God is playing with me, making me keep hopeful and desperate, constantly cutting several knives on my heart, and then slowly watching it heal. This is more tragic than complete hope and more cruel than complete despair. It's warm in the sun, but it's also lonely.

Lucy called, and she asked softly, "Fan, why didn't you go to class?" Are you sick again? "

Lucy, I'm fine. I feel a little sick. I will go tomorrow. "

Lucy was silent there for a long time and said to me, "sail, you know, pebbles are very smooth." It can sink quietly at the bottom of the water, and it won't hurt if the water beats it. " But there is no dazzling color like blue alum and diamond. Blue alum and diamonds have many edges and corners. They will rise and fall. Diamonds have a strong heart that can withstand wind and rain, so they symbolize eternity. But blue alum ... "

I hung up the phone. Lucy, I'm not a blue alum, I'm just a pebble without polished edges and corners.

four

Know Yang on QQ.

"You are not happy to sail."

"No."

"Sail, can you not be too persistent? Sometimes being too principled is not a good thing. Our life is not a vacuum, and we can't expect too much from this world. "

"I just want to live in my own way."

…………

"Sail, this is the greatest hope."

I like singing in class very much. I only sing Pu Shu's Life is Like Summer Flowers and Those Flowers. Actually, my voice is very good, low and rustling. But I always joke that you broke the gong again. My brother glared at me and continued to sing with confidence.

I asked brother, why don't you change your singing style? I thought I only liked the vicissitudes of Pu Shu.

After a while, I was embarrassed to tell me that he only sang these two songs.

My reaction at that time was dizzy. I smiled and said, brother, you are at the end of your rope. As soon as I saw it, I said, I've never seen anyone who called me brother donkey. I want to be a donkey sister. I laughed until tears came out, and my brother laughed with me. I froze with laughter.

I turned around and the head teacher looked at me angrily.

"Lan Fan, you stand up for me!"

I stood up.

"Stand up!"

I stand out.

"What are you wearing around your neck? Don't you know that the school rules stipulate that students can't wear any accessories? "

I took off the bottle containing blue alum and held it tightly in my hand. There is still a little temperature on it.

The class teacher grabbed it rudely and threw it out of the window without hesitation. My blue alum fell into the deep rain before it could draw a beautiful arc in the air.

When did it rain so heavily?

"Lan Fan, why don't you concentrate on your studies? I didn't believe it when a classmate reported it to me. You let me down. You sit in the second group after class ... "

I must have been cheated, but I didn't respond at all, only the thin laughter of the sand kept stabbing me all over. How did this happen?

How did this happen?

I rushed into the rain, and the back of the teaching building was full of waste. I tried to open all the pieces of paper with trembling hands, but there was no shadow of blue alum. Tears fell reluctantly, mixed with rain. Lucy said I was not strong enough, I admit it. I really don't want to lose the most beautiful gem on the ring like this. I searched crazily and cried crazily, but no one saw me anyway.

A long time, a long time.

A big hand patted me on the shoulder, and my brother stood behind me, soaking wet. He wiped the tears from my face. "Girl, I'll help you steal another one."

I choked and asked my brother, why, why the truly pure things are suspected and misunderstood, and why the best and most beautiful things are lost.

My brother didn't speak, but kept helping me wipe the rain and tears on my face.

Brother, you forget that the rain has never stopped.

five

We shuttled under the city sky and passed different people, feeling that the world was very big and empty. Sometimes we are confused, confused, lonely and helpless. Because the world is complex and helpless, life is not a multiple-choice question, it has no pure white and pure black, it is a mixture of too many colors, or it is not a color at all. When we really face it, we will find that all our principles and positions are not untenable at all. Sail, forgive me. I can't be around you anymore, holding an umbrella for you. I can't shelter you from the wind and rain. No one can do this, even though I know it will hurt you. So, sail, please, believe, believe in hope.

Yang left me a message.

Many people began to look at me and my brother with strange eyes, and my brother became a little silent. I know I'm no better.

In fact, I just like to rely on my brother. I will feel less lonely and a little dependent. I also like and am used to relying on me. It's really just a very simple feeling.

We all want to live a simple life and enjoy clean happiness.

I'm getting tired of that look.

Finally, when my brother handed me the sorted notes as usual, I didn't, didn't reach for them.

I saw my stinging eyes.

I thought I heard Sha's smug laughter. I began to hate myself, so much so that.

My brother smiled at me with relief, put the book on the table and turned back to his seat.

Lucy came over and patted me on the shoulder.

I know, they all respect and believe my choice. But they don't know. I really want someone to tell me what to do. I am not weak, I am weak.

Yang is right. No one can really shelter me from the wind and rain, not because I don't want to, but because I can't.

Brother, you know, I've always wanted to tell you that it's good to have a brother.

I walked into the lost corner of the back garden.

One more step and you'll feel your heartbeat.

I tried to run to the ends of the earth.

Only to find that I still can't get there.

Can't get there

Who is my back garden?

I believe I will find it one day.

Feel the beauty of love with your heart

I hope this world belongs to you.

done

Still.

My husband has done many things that moved me. I want to write a thank-you letter to my husband.

Since your husband can do a lot for you, it shows that he is a very caring person.

He is content with cooking, washing clothes and blinking.

What moved me from the many things my mother did for me?

A sentence that moved me, composition. When I opened the box of memories, colorful memories poured out. What impressed me the most was what my mother often said, "You are my life."

Whenever I do something wrong and my mother criticizes me, I have a rebellious heart, but I don't listen to my mother. At this time, my mother will touch my head with her hand and say to me, "Be good and listen to my mother. You are my mother's hope and life." Whenever I hear this sentence, there will be a warm current in my heart. I will hug my mother tightly.

Whenever I get excellent grades, my mother will touch my face with her hands. "My mother's daughter is so smart, you are my mother's life, and you are my mother's pride."

This sentence is worth a thousand words, better than the best thing in the world!

The thing that touched me the most, the thing that touched me the most in 350 words.

Time flies, half a semester has passed in a blink of an eye, and there are as many memories as raindrops. Some of them are forgotten because of the passage of time, and some of them have left an indelible mark in their hearts because of being moved ... and they have left an indelible impression because of being moved, so let me hold these raindrops in my hand and tell you slowly!

It was a Friday, and it was raining cats and dogs. At noon, I didn't listen to my parents' advice and didn't bring an umbrella. Now god is against me, but it rains at this time. "Dad didn't come back today, and mom got off work at 5 o'clock. What should I do? " I whispered, "Damn God, I can't get off work early to play. What should I do now? " I have a problem. At this time, a classmate like me who didn't bring an umbrella was unlucky. I am much happier now. I was just about to ask where she lived when I heard that mom was coming! "It turned out to be a classmate's mother." I feel dizzy. Finally, I had a companion and left again. "My stomach is full of bitter water, so I have to swallow it again. I can only stand at the door of the classroom and hope to see my mother come. " Hey! What are you doing? Stand right here. "I went looking for fame. It turned out to be my deskmate friend Peng." I hope you can handle it. "I deliberately looked far away and said corruptly." Hey hey, I didn't bring my umbrella (* _ *) "Peng smiled with a thief." Don't worry about this. "I'm still mouth shut." "I'll take you home," Peng hesitated, saying, you, take me home? "I look unbelievable." Yes, "Peng nodded slightly. I still have doubts in my heart. I remembered the scene where Peng and I quarreled every day and occasionally fought. "hey! Idiot, are you coming or not? "Peng Jiamin interrupted my train of thought." Go, go! " I answered in a panic.

On the way home, I feel as if it didn't rain. When I looked up, it was dark red. When I looked at Peng, only a small area covered her. I pushed my umbrella past Peng, but it made way for me ... It was still raining heavily, but my heart was warm. ......

This incident really touched me.

One of the things that moved me the most.

Time flies like running water, and many memories fade with the passing of days. But one thing impressed me deeply-deep maternal love.

That morning, I was going to school with my schoolbag on my back. My mother handed me an umbrella and said, "Jingjing, the weather forecast says it will rain today, so I'd better take an umbrella." I looked up at the sky. This is evident in Wan Li. How can it rain? I dropped my umbrella and ran out the door.

Just after school at noon, suddenly there was lightning and thunder, and suddenly the rainstorm poured down. All the students with rain gear went home, and the others were picked up by their parents one by one. My father teaches in a foreign school and never goes home at noon. As it happens, my mother has a high fever these days and is still taking intravenous drip. I don't think anyone will pick me up. I am sitting alone in the classroom, anxious and hungry. Looking at the pouring rain outside the window, I couldn't help crying.

At this time, a familiar figure appeared in the heavy rain. Oh, it's mom! The strong wind and the heavy rain seemed to engulf my mother. My mother struggled towards me.

"Jingjing, come and put on your raincoat." Mom said as she took off her raincoat and put it on me. At this time, it is raining harder and harder. Mother's hair, face and body were soaked through by the rain. Looking at "wet" mother and her pale face, I couldn't help crying again. ...

An umbrella holds up a sky, and the umbrella my mother loves gives me happiness and happiness. Although it has been a long time, it has always touched me and taught me to be a good person and study hard. ...

It should be enough to replace the people inside.

What moved me, my good mother?

I didn't find my mother online. I searched a lot on the Internet, either because my mother works hard or because she loves me too much. If I'm not sick, how can my mother go to the hospital with her arm on her back? ...

My mother is a very patient and filial mother; My grandmother lived in the country and suddenly fell ill. Father took her to the city and lived in the hospital. Every day, my mother nurses her day and night. On Sunday morning, I went to the hospital to visit my grandmother. I saw my mother carrying a bowl of hot milk to her. Grandma picked up the bowl and drank it slowly like tea. I looked at my white-haired grandmother with a whim and thought of an interesting circle; When I was a child, I grew up eating my mother's milk. Dad grew up eating grandma's milk when he was a child. Now, grandma is old, and her mother feeds her. When my mother is old, I will also feed her. Then I get old. Who will feed me? Thinking of this, I asked my mother, "Mom, I'll feed you when you are old." Mom smiled and said, "That's right. The lamb kneels for milk, and the crow feeds back. Animals have such a good tradition, and people should have it. " After listening to my mother's words, my heart was warm. I quickly picked up the bowl and fed it to my grandmother bite by bite ... there was a heat wave in my heart. My mother is really a good mother! .