Youth – A Cup of Bitter Tea in Life Everyone's life has two paths, dreams and reality. During our childhood, we proudly walked on the path of dreams, as if we could see Qingyuan. But nowadays, youth is getting further away. We have once again embarked on a road called reality. Looking back, the road once known as a dream can no longer be seen. – Inscriptions stand at the intersection of time,
Summer is blurred, time is light, and the end of the season is always tight. In the autumn, they scolded me and followed me on the sound of the finely chopped music. Seen from the wind on the street, leaving a blank moment in the finely smashed time. I walk in the world without you, and I see the sea of flowers, fighting for beauty, fighting in every direction, at the end of my vision. ———— essays Wenan Ruupin looked up, 45 degrees
Because of ordinary people, I understand that it is not you who want to think of, but that you can have; for mediocrity, I understand that it is not a reward that can be reaped; for mediocrity, I know that it is not freedom that will make me happy; for mediocrity, I know, It is not forgiveness that can be relieved; for mediocrity, I know that it is not just to get up and straighten out; for mediocrity, I know that it is not indifference and can be hollow. Because of the ordinary,
Life is a mirror, and when you smile at it, it smiles at you; if you cry against it, it will cry against you. If life tells me that I am flat, I will be a river running happily. If life quotes me as rugged, I will be pondering over a mountain. If life tells me to be happy, I am a flying swallow; Life quotes me as an unfortunate person. I am a bamboo worker who can withstand a thousand hits.
Wen/Xinluo, a person, a heart, a song, despite the cool wind, messy hair falling on the cheeks, dancing, flying! Sunset west, it is for the arrival of the night, or What is the reason for the monthly chase? Why is it so repetitive, tireless, tireless, and changing between the moon and the moon? I have long hair and waist. Thousands of blue silk, but also a portrait of the time, love
The daughter-in-law who had been in the drugstore for ten days yesterday did not go to work. The manager and her worked together in a day shift. When they went up, the two people were unable to pay the bills, and they blamed the married woman. The questioning was like a prisoner. The wife was angry, but she returned home and cried while complaining. I myself collected a penny at the cashier's desk. When the manager inserts it, it's not right. It seems to be my problem.
Hands, let go to understand the valuable tears when they are there, and when they fall, they know that they are very distressed, they only understand the bitter love that love brings, and when they go, they clearly understand the pain that love was abandoned, gave, Distracted, hurt, hurt heartbreak, tears, numb after 90, in an unforgettable love, we had happy, happy, fantasy, happy too.
Every day, we face different people, different things, and different things. Every day is different. However, the sun still rises from the east and falls into the horizon with the sunset in the western sky. Even if we laugh or grieve on this day, we cannot influence its trajectory. Yeah, the sun is running, and the earth is still spinning. It seems that everything is normal and has not changed because of my existence.
As the earth recovers and everything shines, I am tempted by the coldness of the winter solstice. In the March season, I spent my time alone watching a lonely flower flying and watching the landscapes of the Jiangnan silent. It was a rainy day and it locked the city. The time was also moist. The heart, a touch of emotion, leaving a persistent and innocent. This spring traveler, once again embarked on graceful steps, reminding me of a trace of darkness in the dream. – Inscription pyrotechnics
Roller shade. For whom? In the dark curtains, my heart moved with time, and I rolled the curtains for you again and again. This situation, endless, you know? The clothes are worn with flowers, and the years are flat. One look back, turn back a hundred thousand times, the time, there is no old face. The old dream of the curtain, an umbrella, warm water and warm water, no matter whether you see it or not, has not been disappointed. —-Speech/sissy sounds like a storm in the night.
We live in an era where materialistic desires, whether it is work or life, give us too much pressure. When you are physically and mentally exhausted, give yourself a little bit of time and let your heart fall. In this turbulent world, we must learn to give the mind a bit of free breathing space in trouble, and enjoy a moment of ease in fatigue. Only in this way will the soul not be weary and let us be our own soul
How many times have I fallen on the road? How many times have I ever broken my wings? Now I am no longer embarrassed. I want to go beyond this ordinary life. I want to live in full bloom, like flying in the vast sky, like walking through endless bounds. In the wilderness, you have the power to break free, relax your mind, and do things indifferently. After learning to walk and learn to speak, we have seen numerous difficulties and we can look back. These difficulties are not
The time was quiet and I was following the finely seasoned time. On the time of the prime time, I wrote a whisper of early spring. I was able to understand how, in the eyes of the season, I would wait for the flowers to bloom. Let me read that little by little, in the sunny days. warm. – The beauty of the years of inscription lies in the slightest turn. After a few spring rains, the mountains are green and the water is green. Spring is coming. I looked at the picture of spring slowly in the eyes of the season and watched
Light the time, crushed long, lifted the eyebrows, fell into the colorful, flying red flaps, dance if Ruhong, clear and shallow, if snow, Su Ying, lightly smashed, catching a sleeve of fragrant, light look at the flow of clouds, when the volume Shu, hidden You stand in the dust of the ferry, clear and deep condensate … … a bustling dream, the dream is ruthless, how to abandon the situation, so, the wind of the time on the string, laughing to see the flowers silent, calmly into the evening, indifferent graceful, elegant in the heart flap Spinning
Qingshi blue sea flow rules, Chunyuan dream of vain. When you look at the building, you are not old. Sometimes things in life are as long as I don’t think about it, and everything seems to be going on. Then I pass it so unknowingly that when I suddenly think of it, it seems that all the scenes happened yesterday, and everything seems to be If you have never experienced it, you will think that life can come
Sometimes, it feels very fast, and it's just a rub shoulder to the end of the year; sometimes, it feels very slow, awkward, even a good one, and how it changes, but it always refuses to arrive. The door of the light turbulent year, standing on the threshold of the year, looking back, yesterday's wind, today's song, although in the past can not return, but the reflection of time is in the heart fiddle with a bit of the sound of the string. unconsciously,
If the mind is still like water, you can be neither sad nor disgruntled. You can't sleep because of a person's sad heart. You can't sleep at night. You can't send your lungs because of a person's smiling heart. If the mind is still like water, you can not hate it or hate it. You cannot hurt one's provocations and get angry and hurt your own wounds. You do not feel sorry for one's misunderstanding and pity. If you feel like water, you can not be ignorant or obsessed; you cannot be frightened by one's voice
"All life is fate," and it makes sense to see this sentence. One of my friends said: "I just want to live well. I can't wait till it's over. I can't finish it sooner or later." After reading it, I can't help laughing and I also feel that many things in life are really not easy to explain! You say that materialism or idealism is worth mentioning. Anyway, some people can't tell! Just like "researching" Buddhism, Daoism, Confucianism in my spare time
The wind of the homeland gently touched the branches, and the osmanthus scattered strewn across the land. The osmanthus fragrance wafted over every corner of the village and lingered over the tiled houses. The roar of chickens broke the quiet morning of the hometown. The village was covered with a layer of fog. There was a kind of embarrassing beauty. The black chimney plunged into halos and the smell of smoke filled the mountains and rivers in the hometown. I didn't know which one was good. Woman breaking in dawn
Life, into the two words of your life, one by one, across your time or a long time. Perhaps you have not paid attention to the path it has taken and have not paid attention to the footprints it left on the years of land; because you have been looking up at the sky of your dreams and neglected the aromas you have left behind in the soil of life. When you walk through the ardent land of life and lose your direction when you come, in fact, life is long gone.