Wash the lead

The mop at the corner was lying quietly, and someone remembered him until it was needed. I remember when it first came, it was clean and new. Like the independence of the world, standing on the wall without stretching. It is like guarding the guardian of this size.

The environment here, under its protection, day after day, the dust is not stained; the hygiene here, under its persistence, it is long for a long time, bright as new. However, it has been repeated in the daily work of recycling in the daily work. Looking at the mop in front of me, I often think: The world of life is from the distance of the rivers and lakes, the field of the mountains, the height of the temple temple, and in the city, there are inextricables between people and the environment. Relationship.

For newborn babies, clear and bright eyes, pure and flawless heart; old man, turbid and dark eyes, long -standing wind and frost heart. After being beaten with red dust and a hundred times and thousands of times, who can the original pure one? "Direct the knife into a fast, live up to the teenage" who knows that the country who sells the country for honor and steal the power of the country has also been Yingjie, who is a young man who is in the righteousness, "who knows the Chinese food, the grains are hard". Someone knows that Li Shen, who is sensible, and cares about the people's suffering, finally becomes the wicked people who exploit hard work and squeeze the Qianchuan Liyu. At the beginning of the person, the heart of the person has long been in the earth's glitter, and the spiritual spirit at the beginning of the official has long been attacked by the vulgar world of material desires. Who can "bite Qingshan not relax, Ligen was in the broken rock." Three thousand in the world, vicissitudes of the sea, and the world's familiar world, have long changed the world. Layers of layers, intertwined trivial. It has long been immersed in the original non -stained dust fiber.

"Gao Tangming's mirror is sad and white, and it is like a green silk." Talk to yourself in the mirror. Ming Ru murmured to talk to himself. The snowflakes on the world fall into the shoulders, and the slightest ink on the chest is in my heart. It is engraved on the cliff wall of the soul, the tide rises, and the waves are on the mountains. Whether the words of the pearls above the cliff wall have been eroded with the change of the world, or it has grinded more and more. The blue silk became snowy, in exchange for sorrow and sorrow, secretly injured, or the twilight years of the crane. "Since ancient times, the autumn is sad and lonely, I say autumn to the spring of the spring. A clear sky lifts the clouds, and it will lead to poetry to Bixiao." The autumn is vast, and it is better than the spring of the spring. outside.

The car and horse, the wind and dust, the Confucius adhered to the original heart, traveled to the country and the original heart remained unchanged. "I have the same word, only the word loyalty." Only thinking about it, keeping your own heart. Drinking the scoop, music is also in it. Yugong moved to the mountains, and felt Cang Cang, so that the Er'er's second son lost the mountain. Suwu Shepherd, holding the festival northern Xinjiang, the spikes are falling and not falling. Mr. Wen Shan said: "When the poverty is seen, it is seen, and one by one." This statement is obtained.

The people are far away, and their virginity is long. Teacher Luo Xiang quoted a famous saying during the lecture: "Breaking away from the old shackles, today I know that I am me." Wash the lead, pour the spirit, can you have to look at me in the world of red dust. Those stories that have a history of glorious history, leaving their names in the world are because their protagonists are like one, and their original hearts are pure. Look at Qianqiu, count the past, cover up twice, sigh. Author: Chen Yifan Shen Jialei

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