Ten years have passed, vaguely remember you once. Whenever I think of it, I still feel sad. Never contacted, but never forgotten, wish you all well and happy. I hope I will forget you in another 10 years. Love is better than not love.
Some things are doomed to be just stories, and all the experiences are already stories. When you are still strangling your wrists for the fruits of one disappointment, you are also experiencing the next cause of strangling your wrists. Many words may not be useful, but useful words may not be able to say. Last night, while walking downstairs, the phone rang suddenly. It was a call from friend K.
I’ve been thinking about what love is, why it can make people decadent in an instant, and why it can also make people follow it forever. In the past few years, I have assumed that many love versions, even if expressed in the first person, can still calmly write the end of the article. Maybe it’s because I’ve been telling other people’s stories, because it’s someone else’s, so I don’t have much sense of substitution.
There is no one in the world who can make everything around him like himself. If only other people know your name in this world, you they know are only a superficial illusion. No one comforts the cold, no one complains. Life is really a wandering journey, on this road, mountains, water, no place is the ultimate return. No one really understands what his heart is going to be.
My loss of a beautiful woman is painful. If I first saw her, how good life would be. The humble I like you in the distance, like you beautiful and elegant. I know there are thousands of barriers between us, and calls from each other. I often stand in front of the window, looking at you in the distance, looking at the clouds in the sky, letting thousands of thoughts float to your heart with all my concerns. I want to cross all mountains and rivers.
A few days ago, I was shocked that my mother-in-law had some inconvenience in her legs and feet. I went to see her with my wife. It was snowing. The snow in the South seems more and more rare and strange. Snow falls at night. Early in the morning, there was a shout outside. The snow was so thick and heavy. I never fell asleep again. I rolled over in my clothes, pushed open the window and saw snow. “Thousands of households snowflakes float, point by point silent fallen valley”, that tile crack
Qian Xin, without careful understanding, is often misread as “universal mind”, which inevitably leads to the slightest contempt for vulgarity. In fact, it is selected from the “Book of Songs, Bian Feng, Zai Chi” an article “I go wild, Qian Qimai”, Qian, the appearance of prosperous. Xu yearned for her environment, or because she felt Mrs. Xu Mu’s state of mind. There have been only two net names, one is “the story of grassroots performances” and the other is “Qian”.
Time is like the sand in the hand, inadvertently, 365 rounds have ended at the last moment of 2018, no longer to sigh the passage of time, no longer to say that the years are like shuttles, but gradually found that when we get old, some things can not go back. In the latest popular movie Dog 13, there is a propaganda saying: “Congratulations on your youth” which seems to be based on.
Shangshan Ruoshui Huang Qinghui’s parents, whose voice and smiles are vivid. Mother Yiwei left us when she was nearly eighty years old. She told me to be kind to others and never forget to do good. Such simple advice, so kind and enduring words, always fresh in my memory, accompanied by my growth. Mother is kind and diligent all her life. She is willing to give without seeking reward. She is indifferent to fame, wealth and modesty.
Unfortunately, the story happens, so that people can recall, think, regret, unforgettable, sigh, and later, we are still together, can we be happy? What is the definition of happiness? Two people who love each other go together and grow old together? Or have money status? I think everyone has different opinions. In this film, Liu Ruoying does not define happiness. The whole film expresses two people.
In such a hurry, suddenly looking back, the footsteps will be on the threshold of the new year. Late at night, I lost sleep for no reason. If you have a heart full of things, but you don’t know where to start, or how to sort them out. If you have a bone in your throat and want to vomit quickly, then think carefully, who else can listen and who can be right? Fear is just like Yuewu’s tomb lyrics: “Few intimate friends, who listens to broken strings?” I used to be complacent.
Over the age of seventy, Confucius often speculated that “seventy is not beyond the rule of law, but following the will of the heart”. Its commentary says, “Seventy years old can do as one pleases without breaking the rules”. This is the perfect state of life! But, in fact, in those rare years, I have not been able to do as much as I can – who dares to pack his own ticket is “to do what he wants without exceeding the rules”? Perhaps, this is Confucius’self-statement, talking only about himself? but
Breakthrough for dreams, act for dreams, do what you don’t want to do for dreams, do what you have always wanted to do but didn’t do for dreams, and even more for the people you love, refuel for loving yourself. For the sake of their vows to loved ones, they can not make those who love me cry, they can not let those who love me suffer, which is sorry for those who love me. It’s good to have you, my love. present
The wind, lotus and willow shadows in Quyuan sleep asleep like fatigue, and the fragrance of wine disturbs the heart. Wen Xiang strolled across the Yue Temple to shade the sun and see the Quyuan. The breeze slowly drinks my heart, and the lake is covered with demons. The boat aunt sways under the bridge, and the distant passengers take pleasure in themselves. Dongzi Wind Lotus in Hangzhou Quyuan in April 2018: The Wind Lotus in Quyuan written by Emperor Kangxi in Qing Dynasty, one of the ten sceneries of West Lake, is located in front of Yuefei Temple, Jinshajian (West).
On a rainy night in late autumn, I sat in front of the window of the balcony on the second floor and listened quietly to the dripping rain. Suddenly, the telephone rang. I flipped through the unfamiliar telephone numbers I had called many times, hesitated, or connected the calls that I had not answered many times. I asked softly, I am Dong Zi, who are you looking for? The other end of the phone was silent for a long time. I asked again: Who are you looking for?
People in middle age accidentally see a greeting card in Q space and remind themselves that two days is their birthday. In fact, maybe they want to forget it deliberately, because this birthday seems to be somewhat different. In middle age, people always feel that the word “middle age” is far away from themselves, far from willing to think about it. Looking at his father’s arms full of age spots, how many storms they had sheltered themselves from
At that time, looking back on the promising youth is now far away to our slowly care, that intersection is vague and visible is our laughter in the whole sky. Listen to the song over and over again, and the emotions play over and over again. At first, I always believe it, and at last, I always avoid it. Let the world bring love, let the world bring pain, moving is endless, sadness is visible. In a word, a way of thinking, a person, a
Walking along the country lane, I lost my arms and wrote about my past life. It is the fresh and colorful world that touches the bottom of my heart when I remember the moment when I crashed to the ground. The fragrance of the soil encourages the growth of wheat seedlings. The green is the portrayal of summer in the breathing room. The fresh wind blows from time to time, which makes me see waves and feel refreshing.
Customs Officer: Come here and open the red box. It needs to be checked. Petroleum Worker: Oh, here’s the box. Look at it for yourself. Customs Officer: Please open it. Oilman: Didn’t you see it when you broke the lock? The policewoman unzipped the box and opened it. Customs Officer: Break the lock? I don’t know. If we want to move your box here