? She is gentle as a lake, her eyes are shining, and the stage is brightly lit, reflecting her silhouette as tall as an poplar. She and Tao Ge recited a poem about spring together.

? Poetry is like a patchwork of notes, and after a while, I remembered her.

? This girl was born in Mawang Temple, grew up in the west of Guanqiao, and was infiltrated by the spirituality and heritage of the ancient city. Like the girl who blooms like a flower in this land of Qian Qian, she is the deputy director of a kindergarten and has been engaged in preschool education for more than ten years. She is also a silly daughter, a happy wife and a gentle mother under the bell and drum tower.

? I heard that Wen Jie is going to aid Xinjiang to teach. It was at a spring party not long ago.

? Time is running out, and spring is coming. Wen Jie is going to teach in Xinjiang for three years, and the swearing-in meeting is still lingering. She is the standard bearer of the conference and one of the four places selected by the best volunteers in the city.

? The lively party atmosphere seems to have been rested. After the instant silence, it is full of surprises, doubts, worries and respect, and more of it is the lingering departure of Iraqis.

? What is the concept of three years? Leaving for one day is like leaving Sanqiu for three years. In the eyes of the ancients, letters and time are so slow, and three years is the limit we can bear to leave.

? I believe that all the poems and distant footsteps will make a woman who is about to end her youth think twice in reality and finally stop.

? Yes, a woman standing and turning around in her thirties is a woman who is not confused. At this time, her partner has made small achievements in her career, and the children she has worked so hard to raise have begun to show their sharpness, and her sense of belonging has also been settled. Look around. Some people are organizing a group to discuss the skills of controlling husbands on embroidered sofas in order to achieve the goal of slimming, beauty and health. Some people gathered at the school gate to discuss the children's grades. Some people are discussing dinner recipes and baking techniques at the card table. Some people search online for the latest dresses that can't always be found in the wardrobe-

? Life seems to be such a state, at the right time, comfortable, have your own, give up what you give up. It's lucky in little reunion. You said it was just a struggle! Poetry and distance can be visions that occasionally appear in leisure dreams, so let distance exist as a distance! Traveling too hard will make the distance lose its leisure, not to mention there are so many cocoons on me.

? Does every woman think so at this age?

"What should I do if my husband changes his mind after walking for so long?"

"Without a mother around, who can accompany adolescent children?"

"Parents are old and need more and more care!"

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? Wenjie's smile is a bay of spring water, sparkling, throwing stones of everyone's problems one by one without a ripple.

? What kind of mentality makes her so embarrassed? If Hua Mulan's joining the army is the helplessness of going out on behalf of her father, and Zhao Jun's leaving the fortress is the gloomy cloud of Gong Wei's frustration, then Mr. Wen Jie is persistent in his beliefs in addition to the unconditional support of his relatives.

? This is not the naivety and curiosity of "the world is so big, I want to see it", the helplessness and seclusion of "don't care about the world, the white clouds will never end there", nor the indignant departure of "Let's wave goodbye, Sasha Vujacic A?vagho?a". This is the re-realization of self-worth by a approaching middle-aged woman in sober cognition, and it is the freedom and great realm of self.

? It was relatives and friends in Luoyang who asked each other, and a piece of ice heart was in the jade pot.

? The news of Wen Jie's departure is in today's WeChat group.

? We didn't prepare a glass of hero wine for her. Wine luminous glass, beauty is beauty, which seems to be strong and strong for men. A friend gave Wen Jie a poem, hoping that in the chilly days of spring, Wan Li, thousands of miles away, would always embrace the warmth from his hometown.

? Brother Jianguo, who was born in the army, said with emotion: "Men in the army, like women in the countryside, want to go out to teach in Xinjiang and love nothing. I wish Teacher Wen all the best. "

? Transplanting themselves to the higher blue sky at the southern foot of Tianshan Mountain, taking root and growing in the sandstorm in the western regions, sowing fragrance, and measuring the thickness of life with walking footprints, Wen Jie and countless Wen Jie around her moved forward silently and persistently, and their personalities were shining with metallic luster in the violent sunshine in southern Xinjiang.

? My admiration for them does not come from distant and lofty records in the media or reports. They are women of the same age who grew up around us. They drink the same cup of tea, wear the same clothes and share each other's little thoughts and secrets. They can teach each other and travel alone. They chose to tell me that they can have a higher sky in a period of life.

? Because the distance is not far, the future has come.