246 native chickens are scared to death

Usually, it’s possible for people to be scared to death. Because some people have heart disease, how is it possible for chickens to be scared to death? I slowly learned that it was so.
Shou Bao
It’s a common thing to set off fireworks for longevity in rural areas. What’s strange is that there are about 100 meters around the place where fireworks are set off. It’s a chicken farm. There are more chickens. There are more than 2000 finished local chickens coming out of the market.
Those who let go of fireworks know that there will be a loud noise after the fireworks are lit. At about 9:00 p.m. on the night of fireworks, the longevity workers received a phone call. The chickens in the chicken farm next door were crushed and trampled, killing 246. It is suspected that the fireworks caused the chickens to be frightened.
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should we make compensation] the lawyer has a dispute on this matter. One view is that objectively speaking, fireworks are an important factor leading to the death of 246 native chickens, and the owners of chicken farms can claim compensation for part of the losses. Another view is that whether there is a connection between fireworks and the deaths of 246 native chickens needs evidence support. Fireworks cause chickens to be frightened, resulting in crushing and stampede. This is only speculation, and it can not be assumed that these two things are related.
Lawyer
I think that as a farm owner, engaged in the breeding industry, should be able to expect that the chicken will be frightened by fireworks, resulting in extrusion and stampede. It is very common to set off fireworks for longevity in rural areas. The owner of the site should inform the longevity people in advance not to set off fireworks. If the fireworks are still set off in advance, I think the longevity people should bear the responsibility, otherwise I think it is far fetched to bear the responsibility.
Because fireworks can be set off in the countryside, and it’s not fireworks that killed the chickens. The people who set off fireworks don’t know the specific situation of the chicken farm, and they have to consider the responsibility of the situation of the chicken farm. It’s not very scientific to give fireworks to the people who set off fireworks.
Fireworks
focus of netizens] should we make compensation? Let’s not argue about it first. The focus of netizens is mainly on the attitude of people who live a life after the event. People who live a life after the event say they can’t compensate for family difficulties. There’s one thing that hasn’t been mentioned before. The number of fireworks is 10 boxes. Netizens think that since 10 boxes of fireworks can be put, how can it be difficult for families to show off their wealth when holding a birthday party, they will cry for poverty here.
The author thinks that the family may also be difficult. In some rural areas, the villagers are very good at face, even if they want to borrow money, they should also do well in the banquet. Especially in the new year’s day, it’s the concentrated time to show off wealth. Many people usually save money by frugality. In the new year’s day, they are particularly extravagant, inviting friends and relatives to eat in high-end restaurants. Especially those who go out to work and earn money, when they return to the countryside, they are quite high-profile, afraid that they will be compared by others.
Spring Festival
Many netizens have commented on the bad habits, and I think it should be the above situations that I mentioned above. The author has observed many people, and found that the richer the family background, the higher the social status, the lower the profile. It’s often the people who get worse, like to brag, like to fight on the surface.
Ma Yun, the winner
The reason I think is that people who get worse often know themselves, but they are also afraid that others will not see them. So they try their best to gain face, get recognition from others, and make up for their inner self-confidence. People who get along well often don’t need other people’s approval. They are resources themselves, and social communication is resource integration. They don’t pay so much attention to face, but they tend to pay more attention to real things.

Car accident in Hunchun, Jilin, 5 people were killed and 24 injured

Xinhua News Agency, Changchun, September 10 (Reporter Shao Meiqi) On the morning of the 10th, a car accident occurred in Hunchun City, Yanbian Korean Autonomous Prefecture, Jilin Province, killing 5 people and injuring 24 people.

On the same day, 28 villagers in Shuangxin Village, Ying’an Town, Hunchun City rented individual medium-sized buses to travel to Daweigou. At 9:45, the bus crashed through the bend at the 152-kilometer section of the Muchang Line of the provincial road in Ying’an Township, killing 5 people (including drivers) and injuring 24 people to varying degrees. At present, the injured have been treated in the Hunchun City Hospital, and the after-treatment and accident investigation work is underway.

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Jay Chou and Cai Yilin share the same frame

Many netizens know that Jay Chou and the goddess Cai Yilin were born a couple in the entertainment circle. When everyone thought they would eventually come together, the result was quite unexpected.
After their separation, Jay Chou and Cai Yilin had wonderful emotions. He married Kunling and had a son and a daughter. Cai Yilin, who had been with Jinrong for many years, has now announced their separation.
Although Shuang J has been on the same stage many times in the past, it is very likely that he will meet again at an event in the Mainland.
Century is the same! Jay Chou and Cai Yilin received the award at the same stage, and the double J quoted the memory killing in the same frame.
On August 30, the award ceremony of “Global Chinese Song List” was held in Macao. Jay Chou and Cai Yilin received the award at the same stage. Although Li Yuchun was separated from them, many “Double J” fans also paid attention to the award and expressed their feelings “See you for a long time!”
Because the two of them met many fans in the same frame, after all, these two people are countless people’s ancient CP ah! Understand.
Just when the fans were exhilarated and told each other, the once double J powder was full of old tears.
Earlier, a poster “Jay Chou, Kunling and Cai Yilin will be on the same stage in the same century” was published by netizens, which aroused the audience’s appetite.
In fact, Jay Chou and Cai Yilin performed together after their separation, and Cai Yilin sang together as Jay Chou’s concert guests, which made many fans shout crazily.
At that time, the “double J” combination also caused a lot of sensation, but also netizens daydream, Jay Chou and Cai Yilin composite.
Cai Yilin and Zhou Jielun had a lot of cooperation, both their expressions and movements are very close, Zhou Jielun and Kunling did not marry before some rumors are far less than that of him and Cai Yilin.
That is to say, Jay Chou and Cai Yilin were identified as a natural pair.
Although Jay Chou and Cai Yilin’s past love affairs have passed for a long time and they have their own new emotional affiliation, they are still mentioned from time to time outside, and their names are often tied together.
Jay Chou and Cai Yilin used to be the golden and precious relationship in many people’s eyes, but eventually they broke up, which made many people feel sorry. After the breakup, Jay Chou found his own happiness, married Kunling, and had a son and a daughter, which made people envious.

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Moving and Memories Belonging to Us

Counting the years, there are always some touches, such as the wind coming, caressing the voice of the heart inadvertently. Blow transparent sincerity, light memory, feel the passing years, laugh at the prosperous moments in life. With the purple motherland, have a warm feeling 深圳桑拿网 and feelings.
—— The inscription is perishable, and I am lonely, aloof and arrogant. Always like back to the sun, back to warmth, no matter how warm the sun is, I always refuse to raise my head, only in their own corner to enjoy their loneliness. In junior high school, I realized that I had started a new journey in my life. But I’m still the same person. I haven’t changed at all. I never thought about how I feel when I have friends.
Because of my eccentric character, I have lived for 5 or 6 years in junior high school. Until my girl appeared beside me, my world awakened my lonely dream which had been sleeping for many years. That summer, it was extremely hot. The school held an unprecedented summer camp activity. Under the guidance of our teacher, we came to a dense forest. The sunlight shined through the cracks in the leaves on my face, making my forehead covered with sweat.
As I took out the tissue from my jacket pocket and was about to wipe it, a pair of hands holding an ice cream reached out to me. I narrowed my eyes and looked up. I scorned the coldness and said, “What’s the matter?” She answered me in a gentle tone and said, “The teacher just bought an ice-cream and sent you a piece. It’s so hot that you can relieve the heat.” I looked at him with a strange eye, and she smiled at me. Then we sat on the grass and talked for a long time. But despite this, I still regard him as a stranger.
Until that evening, after self-study, the students left the classroom in a hurry and rushed to the dormitory. Suddenly 桑拿广州 I felt uncomfortable in my stomach and went straight to the toilet before I could wash. I didn’t go back until all the lights in my dormitory went out, because I was so painful and numb that I couldn’t even stand up. Then something that I never thought of happened again. I heard a rush of footsteps coming toward me. She raised her head hard. It turned out to be her again. She gently asked me, “What’s wrong with my classmates, can I help you?” I did not speak. She disappeared in my eyes as if she knew something. Front.
In a moment, she appeared in front of me again, and she was holding a hot water bag in her arms. Unfortunately, today’s hot water is not at all warm and cold, just like cold water. She took off her cotton-padded jacket and put it on me. Then I borrowed my dormitory teacher’s mobile phone to 桑拿佛山 call my family and let me wait for a moment with the heating. Her busy figure and kind words were deeply imprinted in my mind that night. My heart told me that she was your good friend for life! It was her that made me understand the touching between others. I pulled myself out of loneliness. Thought of here, my tears have run across my face.
The next morning, I came to class from home, but she kept dozing off after listening carefully. I saw her, and I couldn’t say how moved she was. Last night, she stayed up late for me and didn’t have a good rest. Friendship, in the hearts of both of us planted a seed, it is slowly growing, efforts to blossom. In life, it is enough to have a confidant.

Searching for the Foot of Spring

March in Yangchun is a good time to go out to search for spring. Teachers seem to understand our minds, organized the sixth grade students spring outing, to explore the footsteps of spring in nature.
Early in the morning, the students came to the school ahead of schedule and discussed the topic of “spring outing” in the classroom. Some students took out their cameras to take pictures in the East and take pictures in the west; some students poured their snacks on their desks to carry out “elimination activities” early; some students even forgot all about their early self-study time and took out poker cards to fight with their desks.
After breakfast, under the guidance of the teacher, the students carried their backpacks and hurried downstairs to the front of the car. The “belly” of this giant is not spacious, but you let me, I let you, one by one, get on the car in an orderly way. The bus started! The long motorcade traveled along the street, and our hearts were galloping along with it. In the carriage, the excited students took pictures of teachers, classmates and scenery with their cameras. At this time, I do not know which boy began to sing a song we are familiar with, so everyone responded, along the way floating our happy songs. Just as we were able to sing vigorously, the teacher suggested that we review the ancient poems we had learnt before so as to prepare for the poetry recitation contest. The ancient poems depict spring in so many colors that “Juju”, “Peach Blossom in Dalin Temple” and “Searching for Flowers by the Riverside” make the breath of spring more strong. Suddenly, a female student got sick, and all the students reached out to help. “Quick! Keep this mint candy in your mouth and you won’t get sick!” “Come on, take my medicine for carsickness! Make sure you’re ready soon!” “You face out the window! Breathe the fresh air out of the window!” Under everyone’s enthusiastic “service”, carsickness effect God. Strangely slipped away. What a false alarm!
I was enjoying the scenery outside the window when I suddenly felt a flash of light in front of me. I rubbed my eyes and fixed my eyes on a vast field of rapeseed flowers. The sun shined on the petals, and they became more and more dazzling and charming, like spring girls’brocade clothes woven for the earth. The beautiful golden color makes Mother Earth look much younger.
An hour later, we finally reached our destination, Sanhe Reservoir. When we got out of the car, we were like a group of newly emerged sparrows flying around curiously. The teacher had no difficulty in bringing us together. The distant mountains seem to be shouting to us: Children, welcome to nature! In a twinkling of an eye, we entered a forest. On one side are magnificent cliffs and rocky rocks. The mysterious caves witness the vicissitudes of the years it has experienced. At the foot of the mountain, there are thick reeds growing in clumps. The slender green leaves seem to show off to us: Look! How beautiful I am! There is also a trickle of springs, clear and incomparable, but they do not know where they come from. On the other side were innumerable trees, tall and straight, with the majesty of a general, standing beside the path in the woods. The teacher told us that the name of the tree was Metasequoia. Soon, we came to the dam. Green grass grew on the sloping dam. As soon as our toes touched their soft bodies, we were all energetic. We climbed up desperately in order to win the first place in the climbing competition. However, I just climbed half of the exhaustion, collapsed on the lawn, can only watch your classmates catch up with me, scrambling to catch up. Several male classmates won the championship, standing on the top of the dam cheering, the voice echoed between the mountains for a long time. I simply lay on the dam, looking at this wonderful spring scenery, is so pleasant.
Next, a poetry recitation contest was held among the sixth grade classes. Every class is arranged in a neat square array. Everyone is full of passion, describing ancient poems in spring one after another. The voice of reciting ancient poems is higher than one wave, and the call of spring is echoed between heaven and earth. Many students have come forward to use cameras to capture this happy time, fixed the happy moment.
Roaming in the natural embrace of the end of the journey, the students brought back a good mood. Goodbye! Rapeseed Flowers in Yanhe Field! Goodbye! Mountains in Sanhe Reservoir! Goodbye, Search for a Happy Journey in Spring!

Summer Breeze

Sunlight becomes transparent in the afternoon, winding forward. Many dim shallow time in a dim halo gradually clear. A suitable moment for memory, memory began to recover-
Summer of childhood is a slow and fantastic film. The moving voices come and go in my early morning dreams: the tranquil stone road echoes the footsteps of pedestrians in a hurry, mixed with the splashing of water, empty and abrupt; under the eaves there is the sound of birds flapping their wings, the whirling wind stirs the sleeping leaves, the green leaves swaying and the sound of sand. From one end of the road to the other, bicycle bells rang as long as Scottish bagpipes. Occasionally, the pure tone of the piano drifted by, and the melody flowed through, rendering those years that had not fallen.
At that time, I was a wind-loving child. I often stand on the narrow balcony, listening to the wind in the dim and dim morning light. The morning wind is as cool as mint and transparent as glaze. The wind blows in all directions, taking away the water vapor from the railings, and the droplets, big and small, begin to escape and evaporate. The sunshine, reflected by water droplets, shows a colorful luster, like a beautiful brocade. Leaves are covered with a thin layer of light fog, above the glittering dew slowly moving in the wind, scouring the excess dust, dark green veins are visible.
Temperature has risen sharply, the air is so hot that people suffocate, the cement pavement is almost cracked, and the sunshine is shining on the white flowers. Summer afternoons are melancholy and impetuous: half of the city is hidden in the shadows of trees, and cicadas are heard from the flourishing leaves like the constant murmur of the radio.
The wind in nature has become thick and stagnant, and the only cool wind comes from the fans at home. I always fall asleep in this long afternoon, unconsciously. In my dream, I will encounter the animals in fairy tale books – smart foxes, witty squirrels, brave seagulls, clever reindeer, and kind spider Charlotte. They make the original pale and monotonous dreams beautiful like exquisite butterfly specimens. When I wake up, I often see the sun shining through the screens, the air dust flying, the petals dipped in the sunshine, like a valley orchid.
It’s a child, carefree. So a lot of people, regardless of the heat, took white paper downstairs to fold a paper plane, and finally flew higher and farther than anyone else. Paper airplane carries children’s simple dreams. After crossing a smooth arc in the air, it falls into a vast expanse of white on the ground. The instant beauty becomes a touching thing that can not be told when hanging on. And children’s laughter is a late monsoon, spreading constantly, and finally scattered in the depths of time. Tired, they rest by the trees. The dark green trees emit the spicy smell of summer. The thick leaves cover the whole sky.
Later, I wonder who discovered the beauty of the sky at dusk. So evening has become a beautiful time. We will gather together and quietly appreciate the bleak scene at dusk: the sky floating with purple thin clouds, gorgeous as the scenery in oil paintings; the sunset gradually sinking, white pigeon back to the sunset, standing on the roof, looking, feathers plated golden; light and shadow harmony, the city left its most perfect silhouette of the day. The wind flowing in nature began to return, and I stood in the wind like a devout believer, as if a miracle would happen, looking at the lights of each house in ecstasy, until the twilight four in reluctance to leave.
Summer nights come quietly, and disappear the ambiguity of the day, showing a deep and peaceful face. The waste heat hasn’t dissipated yet, but the gusts of cool wind still make people feel refreshing and comfortable. Many people take a PU fan to enjoy the cool in the open air, and talk about some household trifles with each other. The moon appears and disappears between the beautiful lines of trees, and the moonlight falls quietly, making people’s faces dim and serene. Stars are pale yellow distant lights scattered in the sky, while fireflies are the smallest lights near the ground, flashing under the dusk street lights and hiding in the background of the night. Fortunately, on a clear night, I can see a broad Galaxy crossing the sky. The sky is as vast as an epic, while I look up at the sky, watch the mysterious Tianhe River and listen to my mother’s old legends.
Many summers have been swept away like snow. Many past events have been labeled by years, become specimens, memories and fleeting years.
Gradually understand, many times, happiness is a one-way street, passing without consciousness, and looking back, but found that only looking forward, can never return along the way. Lost, blank, sad. Who remembers who in whose memory, who memorizes who with whose story, who leaves whose legend to whom.
No one shows any interest in. But I still like to listen to the wind when it is windy, like many years ago, as if back to the past. Think of a poem once read: “Who has seen the wind? You haven’t. I haven’t seen it. But when the tree nods and bows, it’s the wind. And those summer blown by the wind, is it not the wind’s whereabouts? But now they are shining amber after amber, left in the eternal back garden of our hearts…