She chose him from many pursuers. Apart from his good appearance and knowledge, the main reason was that his fiery, unrestrained gaze often kept her from escaping. The last thing she made up her mind was in her encounter. When he was wronged and cried sadly, he gave her a particularly strong hug. This made her suddenly feel the power of love from a man who had never had before. She removed all
After a quiet afternoon, a man stands in front of a window and looks out of the window to see people coming and going. I was separated from the world by this glass window. I stood in an inexplicable space far away from the world of fireworks, and watched the flowering of this earthly world. The clock's pendulum moves in a rhythmical manner, with a slight ticking, and each sound is a reminder of the loss of time. The heart is not forgiving
Falling out of England in the late spring, the next year will be a splendid one; the yellow leaves will fall in the autumn wind, and the spring will once again be full of vitality. Life has its own set of gains and losses, the situation is ever-changing and unpredictable, how can the enemy survive the precipitation? Ivy climbed the branches and climbed the top of the cold pine; the white clouds were pale and white, haunting the sky. All things in the world have been idle, but people are busy in noisy places.
There is a businessman. Although he has a lot of wealth, he never feels happy. When he saw the child's innocent smile and saw the farmer's simple smile, he felt that he was very sad: After all, what is true happiness? How can I be truly happy? I'm tired of life here. I want to go to beautiful and satisfying far away places to enjoy the joy of fame and fortune. in
There is always some unforgettable life. There are always some things that are unforgettable. Or left behind on a ferry, or disappeared on a certain platform, or blurred books on a page. Years after the baptism, one by one, affixed into a book, forgotten forest, endless scenery, dim the memory of the doors and windows. When you lightly buckle again, you suddenly think of the story of that summer, or the love song in the winter.
A long wind breeze, a kind of dream in the plain time, there is a snowfall in the dream, but also in the water. In the early morning of winter, the white mist lingers in the silent time, and carries a light pen to describe this inadvertent beauty, just like the white person who wins snow. Leave a small poem to accompany me Qing Qing Huan, love on the paper, filled with time, quiet and good, but also like a tree blossom, gesture is not charming not demon
This is a true story that happened to our company just a few years ago. Qiuping is the most beautiful and talented teacher in our school. She is also a very cute, very committed young man of the era. She was originally planning to get married last year. At that time, Qiuping was busy all day and she bought a house. Renovation, home placement… In the past six months, she has to worry about everything. The light invitation has written 400 lives.
Go to another city. At that time, he only had one idea. He would not let his family members find him. He would never see him again in his life. On the way he remembered his parents' scolding for his grievances, and his heart was filled with revengeful pleasure. However, wandering life is not as free as he imagined. When the money spent on his body, he quickly fell into a predicament of survival. He slept on the bench in the summer park and drank
Now, I am on a business trip in Puning and do a new store to help. Puning will have a set of tea sets for every household. Because they love to drink tea, even the decorated workers will bring a teapot to the construction site. For people who drink tea in society, they will love it when they first arrive in Puning. . Originally, at this time, I should not sit in front of the computer to code words, leadership, please allow me to be beautiful and kind. Moving
Time is like water, and time is like song. From the day of the fall, people began to open their eyes to see the world, and they slowly learned to observe, discover, and appreciate it. With the formation of the outlook on life and values, appreciation has been sublimated into an attitude, a feeling, a beautiful landscape, and the true beauty and charm brought about by this appreciation. The same is a muddy pond, there are numerous
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.