Spring came to my house later time, is to bring me winter clothes --- a blue khaki jacket trousers. He comes, I pretended that I did not say anything nice (because I promised the people of the ah himself), he left, I cried to break off an engagement to break off an engagement, and returned to her mother had an idea: finding a son-it so that for us to this debt, not on the line?
Grandfather was still living in our house, he told me a bunch of old maxim, meaning that a man can not do this, people long days and long, short days were short. Aid to the people we most difficult days, so not a liar Xiemoshalv it? Dad also said: I watch the young man could hang physique Jun gas facial features, pleasing to the eye more than you, people are easy-going, why have to break off an engagement? I am afraid you can not find him after that yet.
No patience to listen to my mother the most importune: to say to yourself that you personally agreed, let me mention how are you going? Is my back?
After the single reason I started to pray to the Goddess of Mercy, the superstition (I think he is not fan letter) of the seed is sown fifteen years old. During that time my way home every Saturday, are in the middle of a large sub-weir sorghum find a break in, break in the middle of sitting there talking like crazy: Guanyin mother bless me to retire, right marriage , bless me back of the bar. At the same time I put a small piece of Kela throw up their best effort, and then fell to the ground to see if it is to the left or right sub-weir, in order to determine the success of my strategy.
When I was fifteen years old, so this move is not my first. We remember as a child of three siblings if they have any disease disaster ah, my mother would burn incense and kowtow to this mantra.
Sometimes a small piece of the left and sometimes right side of Kela, this result clearly invalid, but I still ton of bricks to make it destiny, throw another throw, and then looked up at the small Kela, watching the sky.
I looked at the sky for a long time.
A "trust" --- I really believe it? This is a trumped-up feeling. Now that at home, I gave this woman every day, this goddess Guanyin burning incense, has become accustomed to living. The study of its foundation, because I believe that his destiny was as an "inhuman" will twist into the melon. Of course, my "faith" is just one of a small letter. "Trust" the meaning of the word of our nation --- for any country and nation, are essential.
No change has been a long history of materialism, idealism two schools exist in the fact that the human mind, has confirmed the absolute truth does not exist. Darwin's theory of evolution has been there 100 years, and now scientists are not only unable to carry on this theory, and in beginning to question its authenticity. Micro-biologists, paleontologists and still are human beings on the earth what is brought by aliens or their own experimental product evolved by microorganisms? What on Earth is the first generation of human or already extinct regeneration of N times? The confusion no solution. --- Those who are similar to those unanswered questions superstition are classified into the category of superstition, like the Cultural Revolution to draw the black category.
Qian Zhong book that there are many scenes between heaven and earth is only visible to Bile Yan, such as dreams, Mr. Qian Lao of course, is not in the meaning of dreams Weng dream, but modern science has really no ability to actually solve the dream.
Speaking of the dream. I remembered a dream I've ever done, that dream is very real. I want to break off an engagement in that period of time, I dreamed I was married back Princeton. At that time in the morning, my cool room holding basin to the south to look for rice cooking. M but in a very high, with hoops hoops into a large bucket of white stubble, but not much in the base on meters, out of reach, so I stepped on a small stool with a bowl dig meters.
Need people to help my mother cook, so I did not dig too m; I've only been home a Princeton, but also not seen a situation in the south cold room inside, say I have never seen such a white stubble barrel. That time all of the families are placed in the urn with soil rice, so I think this very strange dream.
Princeton two years later was married I really went back when I do the morning light a fire Mi rice, the Princeton told me: m barrels in the cold room.
I brought earthen pot cool open the door of the south, could see some kind almost made me cry out: that the white stubble large barrel exactly the same dream with me. I hesitated a long time before the lid, unlike a lot of rice bucket, I do not need to be dug stepping stool.
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