I'm not lost, I'm not hurt, I'm not angry, I'm just a little tired, I'm tired of giving too much and getting too little in return.
The world has all kinds of requirements for women, such as being virtuous, beautiful, having children and being self-satisfied with poetry and books. But in fact, the only thing a woman has to do is to take care of herself. . Many women are not good enough, but are too kind to others. They always want to please others, but they don't know that the more you please others, the less valuable you are. Only by pleasing yourself and letting others please you will you become valuable.
Don't be too headstrong, because you live for the future. Don't let the future you hate the present you. Kevin Tsai
2. Poems describing camping: drizzle, autumn wind and moonlight,
Invite the Great Temple to a song.
Camping lights are on,
Twilight is heavy and birds sing at night.
The twisted cymbals are huge,
Green water and flute playing in Dingding.
Wild ducks play with Lianhua Ping,
In a big temple with different customs.
1guerrilla dialect in Gannan in the summer of 936
At dawn, the players woke up early. Clothes are exposed, summer is still cold, trees are chirping and covered with weeds.
At noon, hunger is like a drum. The grain has been blocked for three months, and there are still a few grains of rice in the bag. Wild vegetables and boiled water.
At sunset, the conference plane was assembled. There was no news of the traffic in the morning, only one person came back late. He acted at once.
It is difficult to walk at night, but it is difficult to live in the rain. There is no tent for camping, and the trees provide shelter for Xiaoming. Several dreams have come to nothing.
It's sunny, camping on the moon. The breeze makes you sleepy, and the forest is like a cloud. I dreamed of the enemy.
Don't joke, keep your voice down. There are inevitably no spies outside the forest, and you will cough up military aircraft before. You should feel guilty about correcting the deviation.
Sigh for lack of food, don't taste meat in March. In summer, I eat Yangmeidong to peel bamboo shoots and hunt wild boar all over the mountain. It takes longer to catch snakes.
The mountains are full of vegetation, the enemy's slaughter is unprecedented, and the people's resistance is even higher. Please hand over the soldiers again.
Talk about tactics and sit firmly on the Diaoyutai. The enemy will not fight when looking for me, nor will he guard against my arrival. Listen to the arrangement.
Relying on the people, support will never be forgotten. He is a reborn parent, and I am an excellent soldier. The revolution is strong and powerful.
It's sad to study hard and fall behind the times. Prepare your skills today and you will win the battlefield in 2008. You will never lose heart.
Don't complain, live your life steadily. Thieves lead wolves to defeat Ding Yu, and troops cross Jinsha to resist Japan. Cycas will blossom.
3. The sentence describing the tent is 1. Seeing your sweaty horse, I know you come from far away; The guests come from outside Tianshan Mountain, and the grassland connects us. Please drink this cup of koumiss, it shows your mind. It is said that guests can drink a lot, and we want to compete with you. Will you give up drinking after listening to this song? Looking at those sincere and enthusiastic smiling faces, what reason can you refuse and shirk?
2. Mongolian yurts are houses where Mongolian herders live. Convenient construction and relocation, suitable for animal husbandry production and nomadic life. In ancient times, Mongolian yurts were called vaults, "felt bags" or "felt tents". According to "A Brief Introduction to Black Tatar", "There are two kinds of vaults: Yanjing's system, with Vitamin bone, just like southern thinking, can be rolled up, opened in front of the door, like umbrella bone, and opened at the top, which is called skylight. Both of them are made of felt and can be installed immediately.
3. The round Nur breeds the tired reflection of the yurt. The screen rang with the sound of night breathing, the embrace of a black velvet feather ... The moon lit the candle and was quietly warming up! Ah, with a wisp of smoke, pecking through the solidified dream-stumbling in the hoofprint of cattle in the morning. Frankincense, wearing colorful robes and flashing skirts, is feeding the fish wet ... Finally, I put on my Xiayi, led the song, climbed up the windmill of the pneumatic pump, held the steering wheel of the small four-wheeled tractor ... After playing for a while, I got on the horse to drive the cattle; Hillside, grass beach, flowers and shade all left her beautiful shadow.