I like to write about Haizi's warmth toward the sea, not only because I like to see the sea, but also like the mood of the poet's writing. When in the dead of night, I place a piece of pure music, and I have tea in my head, searching for poems in my mind. Dim leisurely. In the spring, dressed in a suede, standing in the breeze and willows, butterflies dancing in the hundreds of flowers, blowing a leaf clarinet, looking away Bibo Wanli, seagulls, beach, also
The heart is like a glass, it is a beautiful time. Change the seasons, listen to the wind and watch the rain fall. The flower is blossoming again and again, zero and re-opening, only the road is ordinary, not seeking the most beautiful, but seeking the most true! Never like to fight, everything can be safe and easy. A longing for elegance, quietness, longing for quietness is only my personal love. The beauty of beauty will follow, and the spirit will drift into it; the warmth will be followed. At this moment,
Snapshots are a hundred years into a single moment, and many are silent. In the world of things, in the depths of prosperity, people always feel involuntarily and always feel powerless. How many things are not imaginative, indifferent, and easy to laugh, so good. Sunrise and sunset, flowers bloom, years, keep promises, and repeat, as in the past, precipitation in the past, to record blemishes. Sip a cup of tea
As the world changes, the old house has gradually drifted away. What was left to me was a memory of warmth, softness, sweetness, and tranquility like water. Looking back at the original scene, in the blind, always shining. The ancient village has a quaint atmosphere. As I stand at the intersection of time, I seem to see the old house in my memory. Time is ruthless
Please put down your phone for a while… Your old father hopes the stars to look forward to the moon and finally hopes that you will come home on holiday. But for several days, you always bury your head on your mobile phone. For your father's questioning, you simply “hmm,” no more words. . are you busy? what are you busy with? Where did the former affectionate child go? The elderly father looked at you with pity and waited hard…
Gain and loss silently, discard the wind to get the rain, not to be happy, not to be sad, not to name, to admire luxury, happy to enjoy life every day, give up the wind, you will harvest the rain. In the time of day after day, year after year, let your heart be full of peace and indifference, let yourself slowly enjoy the joys and sorrows and happiness in life, and then quietly recall those beautiful experiences in life. And what I’ve ever felt
It is also a summer day, ascends ascends the mountain, luxuriantly in the mountains and green; it overlooks the small town, high-rise buildings, and market-assisted axis; walks in the park with beautiful flowers and aromas; it is full of aromas, and the sky is bright and sunny. Eyes. The weather in the mountains and rivers is full of enthusiasm. It is deeply stamped with summer marks. And I didn't get excited about it. There was no feeling of being full of energy, my passion.
The world is full of people, everyone is like a small dust, in the wind and rain in the misty, smiling in the sunshine, in the cycle of spring, summer, summer, taste the bittersweet taste, express with joy and anger Divorced sadness and joy. A bit helpless, a bit persistent, and up and down in the long river of years, in the twists and turns of thousands of return, precipitation self, also sublimated
You tell me: You will step into the marriage hall. Your eyes are filled with happiness. I quietly said to you: I have entrusted my blessings to the stars of the sun and moon so that they can always shine on your life. You have to turn around beautifully to free up time and space and accept all the beauty of life! The love, flowers, wine, and dream experience will be shelved by the union of love and only occasionally relived. Marriage is romantic
Once we used to, we walked through the genre of youth, lost the innocent childhood that once belonged to us in the limited green time; once, we spent the prosperous seasons, and in the alternating spring, summer and summer, we had the one we once had. The beautiful season; Once, we have experienced the vicissitudes of life, baptism of the once-infuriated traces of baptism on the ups and downs of the rising sun; ……
You are the most beautiful encounter in my life. The words lead me into this strange world. — Inscription That year, at the age of seven, he entered the adobe house and met you. In the impoverished era, with no deliberate preparations, we washed the tiny sticky feet and put on my mother’s own cloth shoes, and a new schoolbag sewn under the oil lamp and happily rushed towards the entrance of the village. That old house –
Everyone has a dead end and he can't walk out. Others can't go in. I put the deepest secret there. You don't understand me. I don't blame you, but if you know me, how good it is. I always thought that the furthest distance between people is that I stand in front of you, but you do not know that I love you, but I forgot the fact that the furthest distance is that you and I haven’t seen it for many years. I’ll read you as ever, you But laughter
When people are present, they think that they will have a chance if they come to Japan. In fact, life is a subtraction. See one side and one side less. Some people are getting closer and let nature go! Some feelings, forget the light, Mo to force! life! Can not afford the baptism of years; life! Can not withstand the precipitation of time! Whether it is affection, friendship, love will be long-term, inadvertently quietly forgotten by us … …
I don't know when I started to write articles about appealing for inclusion, describing static texts, and taking root in various networks, newspapers, magazines, and growing vigorously. No matter what the world does, as long as it exists, it has its own necessity and significance. Perhaps in the age of information explosion, various successes, various curiosities, and even sudden events of all sorts, people started under the irritating information.
Every day, you think about it, how many, how many? The bright life is surrounded by suffering and suffering. Want to rush to work performance, but also afraid of the next assessment period was "plus code"; want to cross the steps in the workplace, afraid of exposed "female" taste, will scare around the "male god"; want to send to the people you want With warm feelings, he is afraid of "actively" knocking out "worth"; he wants to stay cool and reserved and afraid
"The sea is full of rivers and rivers, and there is tolerance and greatness. The stream flows through the river, the long river is setting in motion, the clouds sail through the sea, and the waves break through the waves. Jun knows that the rivers and rivers, Penglaishan Islands, take advantage of the world to accommodate the amount of macro; the king can understand the Yellow River water, rushing endless, bumping the ideal of boiling convulsions. If the sky is over, the waves will ripple through the sand; the waves of Sanwan will be washed and the evening will be sent to Tianjiang. –
Waiting for a quiet life is an endless sea. People are a boat on the sea. The sea is calm and stormy, so people always have joy and sorrow. In order to escape the embarrassment of life, away from the complicated world, and get rid of the troubles of life, life should be less and more quiet. Tranquility is an ink painting, elegant and timeless; tranquility is an idyllic, ethereal
No matter how tired he is, he should not lose his temper. Others may turn around. The two people who were so familiar with each other will never see each other and behave like strangers. No one in the world who will always be who, some people are doomed to be hurt, some people are doomed to be missed, and some people are only suitable to live in another person's heart. If there is no life, the past will not come back. It is no longer perfect. learn
For a quiet meditation, one person squatted into the yard and hoped to have a leisurely mood in the moonlight. However, this night, there is no moonlight like water. Picking up a pen and trying to write something, my heart is lost in the hollows of many nights. Mechanically folding a piece of white paper into a boat without a sail, but do not know when and where is the ideal other side? Had to muse on the swaying lilac tree in the yard, lonely
Without a harmonious family, where there is a stable feeling, there is no family peace, where the social well-being, the peace and order of the entire society, everything in life, not all involved in the family, the husband and wife should be united, home and everything, how can Dealing with the relationship between husband and wife is the most important issue in the society and every family, facing and natural things, at home, mutual trust, and mutual consideration.