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? Extraction code: 6f5p Mom always said that losing money is a blessing, and that if you help ten people once, there will be ten people to help you when you are in trouble. What impressed me most was the drought that year, when the newly planted rice fields dried up and cracked. The task force asked each household to send two workers to the reservoir to dredge and pump water and irrigate the seedlings. Seeing that Aunt Li, a widow who was still sick at the entrance of the village, pleaded with the captain, the mother couldn't bear it any longer and took the initiative to ask for Aunt Li's workload. From noon to dusk, the water in the reservoir pit gradually deepened. According to the time contributed by the population, the mother has to bear the labor of three people, and the others have all gone home after finishing the workload. Mother gritted her teeth and lifted the mud with a bucket and carried it away. Mother's short body stumbled, and the bean-sized sweat flowed into her eyes. She couldn't tell whether it was tears or sweat. The setting sun slowly elongated the shadows of the trees, and wisps of kitchen smoke mixed with the aroma of firewood and food rose over the distant villages, as if they were accompanying their mothers. If it is a road, there is no smoothness. There will always be potholes, ravines and ridges, even thorns and rapids. Fall, get up, steer with your heart, don't deviate from your own course, and take your own road. Too much pain and tears, sadness and injury, reluctance and helplessness, dry your tears, pack up your mood and move on, because since you have chosen a distant place, you must be prepared to go through thick and thin. Because life is like this, for survival, for hope, for dreams, for responsibility, for the meaning and value of life, we are busy and rush about, learn to persist and endure in adversity, and learn to bear and be strong. It is often too late to savor and give our hearts a holiday. The annual rings pass by unintentionally, and we strive to move forward, because on the road, in the ups and downs, we test our will and temper each of us. My hometown is near the Yellow River. It rained all night, prompting the willows in my hometown to sprout, and green shoots grew on the black trunk. Soon the willow flute will blow. In my hometown, I always choose a lush willow branch, cut off the head and tail, cut off a willow branch about half a foot long, gently twist both ends, the bark and trunk will be separated, gently pulled out, and then squeezed flat at one end, and a willow flute will be successfully made. Play it with your mouth, with a deep and penetrating voice. Liu Di can play monotonous syllables or complete music. Every spring, the village is crowded with children playing Liu Di. The darkness outside gradually got used to it, and his heart seemed to stop beating, so his eyes could not help but close. I don't know if I am moving forward or stopping, but I feel my heart is like a wave of fluctuations, like a fluctuating Black Sea. Darkness is connected with my heart, all the gloom, all the ups and downs, all the trance. Suddenly my heart moved, as if I remembered something, and as if I heard some voices, I couldn't say; But I opened my eyes again. He really walked on, forgetting what he had just remembered, and there was no movement around. The heart beat for a while, then gradually calmed down. He told himself not to close his eyes and stop thinking; Getting to the city quickly is the first important thing. But if he doesn't think about things in his heart, his eyes will easily close again. He must have missed something and been awake. He knew that once he fell down, he could sleep for three days. What are you thinking about? He is dizzy, his body is wet and sad, his hair is itchy, his feet are sore and his mouth is dry and astringent. He can think of nothing but self-pity. However, he can't even think about his own affairs in detail. His head is so empty and bloated, it seems that he only remembers himself, and then forgets himself, just like a candle that is about to go out, even he can't illuminate himself. Coupled with the darkness around him, he felt like he was floating in a mass of black gas. Although he knew he still existed, he still walked forward, but there was nothing else to prove that he must have gone somewhere, just like floating alone in the vast sea, he couldn't believe himself. He has never experienced such indecision, sadness and absolute loneliness. On weekdays, although he doesn't like making friends, he is not afraid of being alone in the sun, and the sun shines on his limbs and all kinds of things. Now, he is not afraid, but he can't stand uncertainty. If camels are as dishonest as mules and horses, they may teach him to cheer up and pay attention to them, but camels are so docile that they make him impatient; When he was in the most trance, he suddenly wanted to know if the camel was still behind him, which startled him. He seems to believe that these big animals will gently drill into the dark fork, but he has no idea that they can gradually melt like pulling a piece of ice.