Talking about bonfire parties

1. If you can look at the beautiful things that are disappearing, you can realize the happiness you have now. Be a man like water and do things like mountains. Happiness is a kind of mood, a kind of knowing how to cherish, a kind of inner satisfaction and a carefree situation. Happiness is a grateful heart; Happiness is a ray of sunshine in early spring and a clear spring in midsummer; The cool breeze in early autumn and the bonfire in winter.

Every Qiang family has a pot field, which looks like a tripod. They call it sago. There is an iron pot hanging on the sago and a bonfire below. This is a fire that will never go out. It was their Vulcan who gave them the fire tens of thousands of years ago. Therefore, fire is very sacred. Former friends spit into the fire, and then Xiaohua said while brushing her teeth. Author: Nanpai uncle

The morning star rises like a jewel on a black satin. Finally, the bonfire on the hut gradually went out, leaving only a pile of dark red coals, and the hunter dozed off beside the coals.

4. Smile is a trace of new green in spring, a shade of hunger under the scorching sun, a breeze in early autumn and a bonfire in severe winter. Smile and you will feel that life is so warm.

The sunset glow is monotonous rust red, and the heavy wings suddenly overlap in mid-air. A group of butterflies and a group of golden butterfly wings are flying on a crimson background. The sunset glow leaked from the gap in the wings and fell into my eyes, just like a dream. Golden wings and crimson sunset glow back and forth in my pupils, just like a bonfire lit by a hunter in the jungle on an autumn night.

6. bonfires can dispel the cold, and unity can drive away difficulties.

7. He cursed himself severely; He came directly to these people's bonfires, like a moth jumping at candlelight, and caught himself in a trap.

Quiet as autumn water, a thin season, seagulls flapping their wings, pecking my cheek from the sea, wrapping my soul in the sea. The story of going out to sea is like your eyes rising behind the story, eating fresh seashells, drinking soup and eating meat. This feeling grows like the sea, not because I still remember it, but because the tide rises and falls, and our fate is like stars. The story of falling meteors is that if there are too many stones, they will condense into mountains, stand for a long time, and then sink into the ups and downs of the sea and waves. What we are waiting for and remembering is the story of shining stars.

9. It's a pity that I can't get through. Otherwise, I will definitely return to the primitive society. What clothes to buy, what to learn, what to find, what to earn ... If nothing happens, we can hunt together and dance around the bonfire!

10, suddenly, back in time, this tent bonfire turned into the yard of a drugstore. The man in ink clothes made a promise with his fist, and a piece of white paper was pressed under the lamp on the table.