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What does "blessing" mean?

"Fu" means blessing, and there are blessings in life. China's population language means good luck.

The basic meaning of the word "blessing":

Athena Chu Frequi.

The meaning of a word

1. Blessed style.

2. Enjoy the fate of a happy life; Happiness.

Words expressing good luck

Fulu Shuangquan, the first car full of fun, as rich as the East China Sea, and Fushou Kangning.

Longevity, longevity, longevity, longevity, longevity, longevity.

For details, please see "Happy and Magnificent Qionglou Yuyu".

Happy face

square face

Obviously, no matter how his hairstyle changes, it is hard to hide the fact that he has a long straight face. From the facial point of view, people with square faces tend to be more stable, have their own opinions and opinions on everything, and can put them into action quickly, so such people are often the men who are most likely to succeed and get happiness.

Large round face

Comparatively speaking, the big round face obviously does not meet our aesthetic needs, especially in the era when thinness is the beauty, and the big round face is simply challenging our aesthetic lower limit. However, for successful men, it seems not uncommon to have a big round face, because the big round face itself is basically good, and these people are often honest, so their career fortune is very good and their happiness index is also very good.

Thin face

People with such a face often look strange, just Marek Serious's children's shoes. People with this face shape are often born with bad conditions, but it is precisely this that can highlight the strength of their career fortune, pre-empt them and prosper. From the perspective of phase, people in this phase are bursting with career fortune and easy to get happiness, so they are also a kind of people who are more likely to succeed.

An article about blessing

Blessing of words

In the wilderness of Ergon, I saw a special tombstone.

The leaves were scattered on the country road and were swept into the mud by the carriage. Branches are bare arms, like a tired woman walking in the rain. Autumn here is more tiring than anywhere else. On the way, I was attracted by clusters of wild fruits, and strings of orange particles hung on the tree, like staring at people with my eyes. I picked a bunch to see if I could taste it, and I almost tripped.

-a tombstone, buried between shrubs and weeds, followed by a short grave.

The inscription reads: Liu Sulian's Tomb.

I don't think I should go away when I meet a grave in the wasteland. I might as well sit for a while. It's like traveling on the edge and seeing people greeting each other. Sit down, inadvertently, see behind the cement tablet and a line:

Mom, I think

The word "Xiang" is buried under the soil and is a word "You". The word was buried in the rain-washed soil.

I stretched out my hand and touched it. These words are written with correction fluid. Big words, crooked, such as running, stumbling, falling. The author is like a pupil.

I turned and looked at the front of the monument. The deceased was born and died in 1966- 1995 and lived for 29 years. The person behind the tablet should be her child.

I feel uneasy at the thought of it, as if the child's sorrow should be borne by me. How did she die? How old was the child when she died? I don't think the child will be too sad if she dies in childbirth. But unlike this situation, the child obviously spent many days and nights with his mother. When his mother died, he often thought of her when he couldn't sleep at night, especially at dusk, which was the most fragile mood in a day.

When my mother was not around when I was a child, I was particularly afraid of the whistling wind, which was intertwined with the treetops and fluctuated; Fear of endless night rain; Fear of knocking at the door, fear of barking dogs and flares-there are always flares.

Now this child will be more afraid and sad than I am. My mother and I still live together, and her mother has left. On holidays, he is bullied by his achievements, or not necessarily, he always thinks of his mother. I seem to see a pair of children's eyes, tears piled up along the eyes, full and flowing down the corners of their eyes. He came here alone and wrote:

-Mom, I miss you.

The word "you" is buried in the soil, which is shocking. Indeed, "you" are buried here forever by loess, which is something that his family has long known but no one can help.

What I'm thinking is how powerful these words are. They take away all the strength of a person. It seems so to me.

People often say that there are blood and tears in Yan Zhenqing's "Sacrificing a Nephew", which is the soul-stirring when the calligrapher's mood and artistic environment blend. It is also said that Sima Qian and Fang Bao's words are full of hatred. This sentence behind the tombstone is abrupt enough to knock people down.

Now there is a flood of words, in other words, it is an era of disrespect for Chinese. People do everything possible to squander, distort and tamper with Chinese character resources, which can be seen everywhere on the internet and in red tape articles. China does not have a criminal binding law like French language law, so it can not respect the dignity, purity, origin and norms of language. To paraphrase a "materialistic crossflow", it is now a "disorderly crossflow", and insincere and unsightly words flow smoothly in the sewer like sewage.

However, people who respect writing are still there, regard it as their heart, and cry when they write. Liu Sulian's children wrote these five words with tears. Some people write like this, which is the blessing of Chinese characters.

A China poet living overseas said, "I don't know why. I want to cry at the sight of Chinese characters like' the sea' and' Mid-Autumn Festival'." Tears for the words show that his blood has melted the fragrant and noble components in Chinese characters.

Trees whistling in the wind, I walked into the neighboring village, piles of golden grass. The peasant woman straightened up to see which house I would stay in. What I think is that words are as real and powerful as the surrounding mountains and plants. They are firmly rooted in people's hearts, making a nest to stay in, just like the words behind the tombstone.