The time is like a beautiful girl. In the low eyebrow smile, some people will be separated by the time. In fact, the time has never been thicker than anyone who has not thinned. Life is a kind of accumulation. If you store more warmth, your life will be sunny. If you store too much cold, your life will be overcast. Let go of the troubles and worries, start with the most beautiful smile, and walk under the front
With the growth of age, especially in recent years, more and more people feel that tranquility is a kind of beauty, a kind of taste, and a profound one. In this day-to-day impetuous society, it is really good to be able to maintain and have a peace of mind; there is a sense of tranquility and far-reaching feelings. So, gradually getting used to the quiet life, a cigarette, a cup of tea, a book, a song or even a
After leaving town for more than three years, the squire gradually began to sneak up in some quiet nights. It was like a cold wind passing the wilderness. It was rather sad. I remember when I just left home, I didn't know what the outside world was like. The stubborn and determined people decided to go out. My future belongs to a big city, and my hometown is just a place to visit my hometown on holidays. More than three years, I don't know
In work and life, in fact, everyone needs spiritual sustenance, and each person has different ways of spiritually sustenance. Because no one is strong, and strong cannot use his mouth to say it. Any strong person has a fragile day, and the economic society continues to develop rapidly. The pressure on people's lives will increase day by day. Unless you are handsome or Bai Fumei, you have to live forever everyday.
At the end of summer and early autumn, it is the most missed season. This season is easy to make people feel sad, but the sadness is not sad. Sadness is a realm, an attitude of life, and sadness is only a mood, a temporary pain. Because the feelings are delicate, because we understand the sadness of life, we become sad and become sad, but sadness is not pessimistic and negative. On the contrary, it will make us even hotter.
We used to grow up as children. We nestled in the arms of our parents and slept in my grandmother's honey. At that time, we were not worried about the world, we didn't talk about trivial matters, and we didn't have to practice it. In love, we don’t know. Today, we like to look up at the sky to pursue dreams. We like to chase the glitz and enjoyment in life. But when we all fall into the air, the child wants to raise and stay in love. At that time, the arms are getting old.
1 The village is my root. Before, I was a heartless boy and I didn't realize it at all. However, that night, I felt that I was getting mature. I seemed to understand this truth. This was the first time I was 17 years old to stay away from the village. I was excited, unrequited, and a little sad. My empty eyes were accompanied by my father’s snoring and snoring in the dark. I used to hate my father for sweetness and was greedy.
Youth always gives us too many topics. We have always wanted to embed youth into the text but we have not been able to write it. Only because of my unwieldy sketchbook can I not dare to describe the ink intently, lest the beautiful youth under my writing become an ugly duckling. Forgive my feelings of a love for those who have passed away and slap down on her simple picture. ——- Inscription in an instant, warm and high
As the saying goes, toothache is not a disease and it hurts. These days, old people feel pain and grief, but they can hold back. When they feel pain, they can’t do anything. They only focus on the pain point. People like a kitten and stay silently. In the corner, honestly couldn't do anything, didn't speak, and tired, and secretly wiped away tears. When he spoke to me, he couldn't speak back. It seems that his body is not in good health.
Wen/Yi Liu Mei is a country girl who did not go to college after graduating from high school and worked at home for half a year to go out to work in the city. She found work as a salesperson in a small supermarket. Three years later, with the peculiar simplicity and hard-working tenacity of the rural people, she rose from the supermarket salesperson to the manager. The supermarket is not big, it is less than a thousand flat in a living area in the old city.
When the years passed on his face, when the vicissitudes of life passed in the eye, and when he could not help passing through the bottom of my heart, I learned that I had passed forty. Very cruel, no matter how hard I try, how to rack my brains can not keep time hurriedly. In the moment of inadvertently turning the calendar every morning, I sighed with emotion and unknowingly flowed away my youth and appearance in the water-like time. Especially at the end of each year
People are sometimes fickle animals, and their mood changes in an instant. The four expressions of joy, anger, sadness, and music express the human mind. Maybe a friend's unintentional words disrupt the original calm feeling instantaneously, or maybe a parent's expression will momentarily resolve your sad mood. Maybe you will not find that any of your expressions inadvertently changed another
Some people believe that the most beautiful, but the four seasons, spring, summer, rain, autumn rain, snow; some people think that the most beautiful but natural scenery, blue washing sky, vast grasslands, gurgling sound of water, fragrant flowers But I think the most beautiful but a smile. A simple smile is like a morning dew on the jasmine in the morning light, always refreshing and refreshing.
Time is passing, time is old, when lost is not owned, how much youth can you squander? Because of the lush greenery, the meaning of life is never old. Because of the time, all the old and newborn lives look back on the course of life and they find it too fragile. The beginning of every life is the supremacy of youth. Priceless treasure, it is the sunshine in the time, it is nine days of prosperity
On the morning of his youth, he took a bag, took a light step and ran toward the direction of the sunrise. The beautiful sun was dressed in a beautiful morning light, and the dew on the petals shook with the beauty and the good heart. Crystal-like. Between the slightly sturdy mountains and shadows, whispering a wonderful piece of music, and gently looking back to see everything still sleeping in the silent world, my face is filled with a joyful smile.
When it's okay, sit down and smile at yourself. Yes, laugh yourself. We are always laughing at others and we rarely laugh at ourselves. Smiled at yourself, how much time was spent is boring. In order to argue with the classmates who their idols are better, they can actually quarrel or even fight… They laugh at themselves because they have scored a few points higher than theirs for the classmates in the calligraphy competition.
The trivia of life, the troubles of the red dust. Torturing a fragile heart, bleak reality. Incomplete life. People are disheartened. Do not want to live. Cruel years, bumpy mundane. Tears burst into tears. I smashed my body. At the moment, I'm lost in desperation. When can the sad heart be indifferent, and where can you be happy in your heart? What is left in the course of life is endless regret
The crowd searched for thousands of Baidu. When he looked back, he was in the dim light. – Inscription The taste of childhood water is a cup of water. This is the habit I grew up from childhood. Since childhood, my bowel was not very good. Every morning, a glass of fresh water is an essential lesson. But when I was young, I was lazy. Preparing water was what my mother had to do during the day. The northern winter is cold and bitter, and my
Missing is a sweet and sour taste, thinking is a kind of gentle distress, thinking is a kind of melancholy, and thought is a kind of care that always stays in the bottom of my heart. It is something that only people can taste. taste. -Inscription In September, the quiet night always makes people feel the kind of floating beauty. I like a person in such a night, thinking quietly, or under soft lighting.
At sunset, the sunset blossoms, and all the colorful things are painted with a warm yellow color. The birds were weary and wrote the flowing notes in the sky, clinging to their nests. Sunset companionship, changing graceful dance, skirts flying. My little heart, like the lonely empty city, finally opened the brass lock that gave birth to red rust. A person leaning on the window, drunk with the beauty of the setting sun, quiet and warm;