Once human occupation: secondary school teachers in Hukou County: Company: Jiangxi province Hukou County second middle school: senior secondary school language teachers

Once human occupation: secondary school teachers in Hukou County: Company: Jiangxi province Hukou County second middle school: senior secondary school language teachers, teachers of Jiangxi Province, a member of the steering committee of teaching in primary and secondary schools in Jiangxi Province branch of Chinese Association of newspapers, classroom teaching China academic committee, Jiangxi province in the language, Jiujiang Language Association, member of China Poetry Society, Chinese essayist Association, a member of Jiujiang Writers Association, the official publication of research papers published more than 80 articles, essays, poems and more than 300 articles first, published research papers, stories. A collection of short stories, poetry. With 2015 March sixth poetry published Wang Qiang and ancient poetry Qu Yuan Zigui port at two Yu Chunming Wang Qiang Jingmen wind connection mountains, silk has a Li yan. Grow deep palace heart not lazy, devalued the heart of spinal curve. Ning into the chicken head in shame, shame may draw great plan evil evil. Since barriers without Yao dead dog barks, Zhaojun exploits. Qu Yuan Zigui high lift rotary, rapidly falling top. Qu smile in his eyes, Chu anger is turned into smoke. Since ancient times, the loyal and the treacherous ice and fire, wisdom never wake up and sleep. Fortunately, now meet the peaceful times, hero martial sages. Reading 103 in April 13, 2015 to report prose in memory of rural machine station third: the middot; health; rural station Yu Chunming during the 34 edition version of the collective memory of rural, no high voltage, rolling rice machine, production and life of the pump, when the drought and illumination diesel engine driven generators have to rely on. 558 20148 , , ? 866 2015412 : 20150412: Asked the mandarin ducks playing, crossfall, can smell the fragrance floating? The first wind, blow a pond water. As with glittering eyes, in the water side, does she? I sighed heavily, the moon waxes and wanes. The eyes are sand, clothes wet with dew, is she sad desolately!

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