In a person's world, stop and go, see the roadside scenery numerous, life, hope is the fleeting, time flavour. Immerse yourself in the spring flowers and don't want to wake up. Those who stay in the depths of memory are the most beautiful scenery in life and the most valuable thing to cherish. In these scenery, we are intoxicated, we cheer, we savor. That year, that month, that day, that person was also young
Not far behind my home, there are two train tracks, which have been abandoned for many years. The original bright steel rails were rusty and disgusting. There were only a few more weeds and unknown trees around the railway. The looming railways that have become smooth have now become a good place for my wife and I to go for a walk. The beauty, tranquility and serenity make us indulge each time.
Years of smoke, fleeting years. A fireworks, a spring and autumn. The left hand is dyed and the right hand is prosperous. Only words, how can I write five flavors of life? Only the word is like a string, pulling the heart's melody. The use of words to record the fragrance of the flowers, the flowers of the beautiful heart, and the blooming of the colorful flowers. In the depth of the fleeting year, the rivers of the words flowed shallow and shallow, flowing through the winter and summer flowers still fragrant, flowing through the lights.
Gradually, the time began to precipitate, like a busy sun, slipped from the cool ponds in the summer, and quietly walked into the autumn poetry. At that place, the breeze is still dry and the years are quiet. On top of the yellow sand, there is still a heavy-handed arrest and a book of ill-discipline: "Forget about rivers and lakes." In fact, in the time, we are all hurrying people. After all, one day will be like a firework.
Text | Eastern 1. Borrowing Money and Affection With the news that the mobile banking has made a successful transfer, I breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly inhaled fresh air ran through the body and I couldn't tell the smoothness. Suddenly, the purchase of a house in July last year was a time of tight funding. The property market in Shanghai is changing rapidly. At the last resort, I had to open up to borrow money from my friends. Borrowing money is an embarrassing thing. I remember someone
The last angel is you, and later it doesn't really matter that Mie Zi is alive. You don't have to mind being lonely and drifting, perhaps more comfortable than love. Everything has a cruel side, including love, especially when it comes to love. A person's time is full of joy and anger. When the lonely time is used to build a castle full of hearts, there will always be angels living in. Now this
Text: The Catcher in the Rye to perceive the world with love, to use love to integrate into the red dust … – pedestrians on the road in mind, gradually scarce; on the road car, inexplicably crowded. The neon lights of the city are still flickering, just the shadow of jumping, a lot less, a lot. Even though the night is still the night, the wine is still wine. Living in a bustling city, the heart is extravagant and peaceful.
The string of youth, deep affection odes Once upon a time, we became no longer unrestrained in playing, no longer stupid for some nonsense, and slowly learned to listen and listen to the buzz of the passage of time. Those pure and innocent years, like the fallen leaves in this season, how to retain them all fall on the fingertips, slowly drifting into the memory of the promenade, for the years collection, composing a ups and downs
It has been decades away from my hometown. Every time he returns home, he is as kind as a ballad. The mountains in my hometown, the water in my hometown, the road in my hometown, and everything in my hometown are so familiar. Every year on the eve of the Spring Festival, when I return to my hometown, I will follow those familiar paths and seek out the childhood stories of deja vu and find happy and long colorful childhood moments. The stone, the ditch, the mountain
In the early morning, if I go to the company earlier than usual, I will meet a middle-aged sanitation worker at a specific time and on the road. He was strong and thin, with a slightly smiling face, and he was busy playing in the music of the Walkman. In the face of his health, darkness, the morning sun not only does not see a bit of distress and inferiority, but from time to time he sees him sing along with the music and pays homage.
Hurry is always the time, warm memories of the United States always rise in the years, while walking to harvest the spring, while learning to forget to go forward. Turning around, the world changes due to the season. Looking back, time is getting closer and closer to dreaming. There is always such a state of mind. It is like walking into a place where there is water and mountains, away from the hustle and bustle, away from the hustle and bustle, and away from the dusty dust. The heart is quiet and there is no joy or worry
Recently, a friend was very depressed and told me. Say that his work because of the deadline, all in a mess of the day and night, this time, his boss called him to "entrust the important task" – to help him write a review of senior essays. Facing the leader's faces, he laughed and praised him for his good writing. He also said that only his friends wrote the thesis he was comfortable with, etc., and his friend had to bear in mind when he snarled.
It's too late to collect the splendid summer flowers and embed them in the depths of memory. It's too late to edit the romance of the summer nights and dye the threads of life. It's too late to extract summer enthusiasm and warm the unknown years. In the twinkling of an eye, it was already sensationally cold. Cool, revealing the taste of autumn. Am I missing again? Suddenly remembered Shi Murong's poem: In fact, we have been missing, missed yesterday, missed the present.
Everyone wants to be able to live a relaxed and happy life every day. Every day will be happy and at ease. However, the pain and sorrow in life will always disturb the calm. The simple life will always Carrying a lot of troubles and joys and sorrows, simple life will always be mixed with the tedious things in some life. These trivial things often cause the heart to condense melancholy and put the heart in the sky.
If you don’t understand refusal, you’re actually getting a kind of over-friendly person called “embarrassment”. You can't bear it or refuse to reject it. They always have good intentions, preferring to sacrifice their time and energy and not let others down. However, fear of rejection and fear of disappointment are also a form of inferiority. Life is always a bit silly and hard. It is impossible for a person who does not understand rejection to win true
The funeral of flowers and rain fell, and after a few years of dying, the texts and Zhang Xingwang buried flowers and rain. Knowing each other, cherish each other and meet each other. Walk through the dust and go through too much as usual. Life is like an instant past, always in that fleeting youth, in a hurry. All the way to catch up with the scene, buried in the red dust. How many thousand years of waiting for tears, a companion to a persistent. In that fleeting past, the study was scattered all day
On Thursday, the leaders prepared to go to the community to see the scene. The leader let the small woman who was used to seeing the office next door go to the scene first. The little woman was hard at once and talked about this at the scene, guiding and guiding this, and pretending to do it. It's like I'm amazing. No one in there looks in my eyes. It looks like I'm like something. Others greet her. She pretends not to see it. She looks away.
(a) The time passes and laughs. Two years away from the text, I seldom write, I spent a lot of time reading in my spare time. Some friends said that I was quietly happy. So I didn't write it. I can only say that happiness is sometimes not related to words. Oh, I really don’t admit that I’m a If you are disgusted, how can you conceal your suspicions by trying to hide? In two years, the edge of time was deep and shallow. How many people have changed
On the way home from work, I saw the scavengers who had no fingers in their hands. They always carried their backs. They had a bulging bag on their backs. Each of their left and right hands had a bag and they had a dish. They looked a little old and the mouth was open. The beard on the always is very clean. As for the clothes he wears every time, it looks old and some are not fit. On the feet is a pair of sneakers. It should look like
Leave the text / incense hit the cold winter books, quarterly cycle again. Sometimes we have to learn to leave a blank space for ourselves. Some people say that travel is a kind of emptying. Not completely, the real emptiness is to cleanse one's heart in the most real state of your own. Let your own heart, quiet Zen. People living in the world are tired. If there are too many burdens, how can