Every time I visit the East Lake, I have to sit down and watch the fishes swimming in the lake from the farm hut to the lake. I feel envious in my heart. Imagine that the fish in the lake have been laid back for a long time. They are neither afraid of the wind, nor are they afraid of thunder and lightning, nor are they afraid of the cold and the heat. These happy fish hide themselves in the water and come and go for a free swim. It is a way of life.
In the early morning of the summer, it is quiet and beautiful. Open the windows, and the garden is filled with radiance. The garden flowers are scented with scent. The fragrance will be lingering in the season, clear and warm. After a light rain, the sky is washed, everything is more green, and the beauty of life comes from the abundance of the heart, from the hope and hope for the future. Repeated days, writing every day of the time into plain, line colors
Why the compass can draw a circle "because … its heart has not changed." Why the compass can make a circle "because… its world is only wonderful because of yourself." Why the compass can make a circle "because…it's very Simple – black is black, white is white." Why can compasses draw circles? Because they have never been suspicion of each other, arguing with each other, and complaining to each other. 'Because they are all convinced
The time was good and it was a vicissitudes of life; the years were silent and never looked back. Some regret, but we do not welcome the once-owned one; It may be that life has given us too little, and we have not had time to have beauty. It has flowed away from our hands; perhaps we have lost too much in our face of life, and we have not yet understood how to cherish it. In the blink of an eye, it has disappeared. years
This year, You are twenty-three-year-old author: War as a dream year, you xxiii, four. You graduated from college with a very embarrassing mood, looking at yourself today, with only a handful of youth left, holding a hard and obscure pen in one hand. You once vowed that you didn't grow up. As a result, time suddenly put you at a crossroads that was not connected. You are right
Often hear some unfortunate news. It happens far away and happens around you. It doesn't always feel good to listen to that kind of news no matter where it happened. Someone else has a tragic story. … An accident occurred in a certain place… The family has changed again. The world is impermanent, we can't foresee all kinds of accidents, and there are many accidents in life. There are fortunate and unfortunate ones.
In the text, wandering texts / pure life is buoyant, years are old, fleeting is a dream, a few are bustling, and there are many vicissitudes. At this time of the year, I feel sad and grieved. Whenever I pay more and more rent, I feel sad and depressed, and I live in frustration for many days. At this time, the gear of the time broke the threshold of the season. It calmly and decidedly opened the door of the season.
Life is a sudden journey, happy and full of hardships. While enjoying the scenery along the way, it is also accompanied by tiredness and wearyness from moment to moment. The people we meet on the road are the fate of our life and we accompany you along the way. People are our most loved and loved ones. We should always care for her because she is caring about you along the way and caring about your care.
You said: Your words are sensitive and profound, and they have a stroke that ordinary people can hardly reach; There are calm and passionate, there is a wound that once lingered; There are dazzling geniuses, There is a calm after the experience, There is real life Wisdom is the humbleness of pride. She said: In the red dust, I seem to have seen you smiling with a smile, independent and leisurely, strong and sad, your sinking
Feng Zikai said: Since there is nowhere to escape, it is better than joy. Since there is no pure land, it is better to meditate. Since there is no wish, it is better to release. ——Instant summer rain slowly stopped with the retreating dark clouds. In the breeze after the rain, it was mingled with a touch of fresh mud and rustic fragrance. The elegant and elegant flowers bloom in the overlapping green, and the lotus leaves are dotted with crystal clear water drops.
Zhang Village campus in the early winter, gentle and quiet. A person, a cup of tea, a cigarette, a piece of music, enjoy a period of time alone. Sitting in front of the screen, knock down your favorite words, and let a heart intoxicate with the music. A small love is filled in my heart. In this turbulent world, I was able to put a heart in my text and let some people enter my text. I was already
– Written on my fortieth birthday today is my birthday forty years old, the previous text is always written with no confusion before knowing how to know how to do, did not expect to arrive so quickly. As the saying goes: The man has forty-one flowers and the woman has forty rubbish. Women's age and the wrinkles of their eyes are just like the flesh of the waist. The wrinkles in the corners of the eyes can be maintained. The fat in the waist can go.
Ordinary is a kind of happiness, simple is a kind of happiness. A young man who complained about his unfulfilled bliss came to a temple and found an old monk. He said to him in frustration: “A person like me who is frustrated loses business, owes millions of accounts, family The family was broken and his wife was scattered. His friends were gone and their parents had left him because of their grief. Now I'm still alive, why bother?
【A】 "Huaqi attacked people wanting to break Zen, in fact, over the middle age." Like the Song Dynasty Huang Tingjian this paste, atmosphere, elegant, chic, vertical and horizontal, handsome. Always copying, I hope to find the line between the lines. Hands crossed the millennium wind and tried to caress the old wind. Over the middle age, my posture is Yunjuanyunshuo, and I don’t panic, I walk around, such as walking in the mountains, the road
Time flies, time flies, past time, what memories; unknown melody, how to continue. Time fled with his unique gestures, but I was confined to seeing him go in the gap between his own, but it was helpless. We used too much time to recall the past, sentimental past, and even regretting the past. I do not know that time has been killed by us as little by little, but can we think about it?
Time, very long. I know that there are limitations that can be left in my mind, and most of them can only rely on these words to recall. Time, very short. I know that there are so few things that I can never forget, so in this way, I want to leave more. Youth, long. Life, sparkling people, in fact, such a figure, how the passage of time, or dazzling throughout the years.
The seasons are changing. In July, the grass is green, the flowers are thick, and the sky is blue. This season, it is suitable to hold a book, pass through the lilac alleys, let the skirts flutter and dance, and feel the long-lost purity; also, leaning against the window, watching the willow trees swaying, smell the air In the distribution of flowers fragrance, take a Qingning, peace of mind. Every day, I'm used to sitting at the window.
If you give a piece of paper, what would you do? Peasant: I will use this paper window to shade the sun in order to avoid the sun. Artist: I will use this paper to cut into beautiful pictures and use it to beautify life. Painter: I will use this piece of paper to create a perfect landscape that will make people forget about this landscape. Scholar: I will use this paper to write down the crystallization of my research as a description of a study.
The wife has been pregnant for more than 50 days. While I was happy, I was also in a very self-blaming. Why? Because they did not make food by hand, they often gave their daughters a shot. They made their own meals. Although they felt very fragrant, they were not fragrant when they were eating. I also checked the Internet for a lot of information. I don’t know how to cook in order to be suitable for the taste of my daughter-in-law.
The most beautiful is not flourishing. The most beautiful times often come from the bustling; the most beautiful is not the appearance, the most beautiful time is often in the old face with an old feeling; the most beautiful is not the situation, but in the flowers full of clothes In the context, there is a heart that knows how to appreciate. – ZiMeimei, in the four seasons, spring and autumn dreams always allow us to praise the beauty of nature, and when we are in it, we have