Don't know if anyone has this feeling? I feel that I have been struggling for life. I feel like I haven't really lived. I always lived in such a paradox. I didn't have a clear goal. The only thing I thought was probably to make money. As a person who has been graduating for a year, he is now only taking a meager salary for his life.
The fascinating light summer, the bright moon, hung in the sky alone, the wind, and the lightness of the leaves on the tops of the trees, and rickety; the charming and pleasant May, with the fragrance of flowers and earth, love and warmth Mood. When the sun shines on the earth, the fragrance of flowers overflows, and when the happiness comes, the sweetness and surprise of love cannot be stopped. Dear friends, love, can not miss
-01- When arguing, in the face of familiar people, we most easily say those words that seriously hurt the other party, because we know what the other party cares about. Moreover, we are always used to leaving good tempers to outsiders, leaving the real side to the closest relatives. So, what words in love, never say it? -02- "If it weren't when you were stalking and chasing me, how could we be together?"
Thick black covered the night, the window spread the drip of the rain, the sound of the louder and more sound as if knocking my heart, I think of my distant mother can not sleep, not by choking tears, mother you okay? My daughter thinks of you. Tomorrow is 520. I love your mother… Mom, do you remember? Big girl likes sitting at your bedside, holding you, you like to hear me say, mom, I
It is Zhang Yi and Ji Hu’s feelings that directly hit his heart. When people are young, they always fantasized about a brilliant white rich beauty. In inadvertently, they were quietly moved by some of the talent on your body, like Zhao Min in Jin Yong’s pen, and Zhang Wuji, who was in love with six big schools. Just like the princess of the week room, Ji Hu, Zhang Yi fell in love with the three inch tongue. You always can’t help being stained with dust and independence.
For a long time, I didn’t know how to write. I think I am a person who carries melancholy cells. If anger is properly and timely fuse, the mood will be happy to disarm in gentle sorrow. For me, sadness is the beginning of silence. I like listening to the light music of Jinsong. It is in line with my hearing. I began to see my own pursuit. I yearn for the hustle and bustle, longing for
How long did not fluctuate the heart of the girl, the excitement of the star, like the life of the jump of life, that is the feeling that many years ago, it is a distant and vague memory of the first love. I think I’m in love. There is such a kind of person in the release of the boundless temperament, charming and not noble, in a moment, let a person lost heart, and in the long years you know him, it seems to have not met.
Her mother-in-law must be quite fond of the old naughty boy, even if the old wrinkles are full, the hair is white, the world love, this is the love, or the heart, or not together, together in the heart of other people, then why should choose to be married, marriage, many is not already. Aunt Ying married to Duke Wang. He was so handsome, powerful and powerful.
In this trinity of space, we divide and merge, laugh and laugh, and go far and near. Our relationship became inexplicable, but there seemed to be a magical force like the positive and negative ions, holding us, guiding us to the same direction until this meeting. My affection for you gradually changed from love at first to love, and finally became a kind of dependence.
In this hustle and bustle of the world, I always feel in a state of inability to say that life is like a play, because the fate will come together, because we have to play the play, so we become the main character, but in some cases we have to go for the plot and take a mask. To cater for others, we will gradually dislike the routine plot and hate the false feelings.
Happy birthday, my good brother, Wen Jian/Tian Jianli, nine years ago, you dreamed in Yunnan, I dreamed in Shenzhen to wish you a happy birthday, I can only PS you and me, after nine years I return to my hometown, you still dream of you In my old age, I was not in the PS and deceive my own age as a boundary. Love is not in the heart. You are in the distance. I am just a short distance away. I just want to talk quietly about my good brethren.
The 2018-05-20 world is his own Yang Jiang in “one hundred years old words” wrote: “we have so longed for the fate of the waves, to the end, the most beautiful scenery of life, the indifferent and calm heart. We have so much expectation of recognition from the outside world that we finally know that the world is its own and has nothing to do with others. ” This is very reasonable. People often think that the world is someone else.
Shaw: Don't you know how are you doing lately? Are you still angry with me? It's true that you can't help but think about you. I really don't know how to get your forgiveness. I can only appeal to you and hope you can see it. Unconsciously, it’s almost eight years since I said to you. In the past eight years, we’ve all experienced so many things. I’ve once suspected this feeling of affection for you.
In the Qin Dynasty, the Soviet Union took a stab at stake, and it was said that he was looking at the infatuation of the world. In fact, he was repaying the return of Ji Hu’s help. When Su Qin first saw Ji Hu, he was living on the street and was bullied by Yan Guo’s fraught son. In the heart of Su Qin, the Ji Hu is a role of the god of God. She is a noble woman, elegant and elegant, and shows her royal temperament; the most important thing is that she gave it to her.
The sun in May has been roasting in the earth, making this season's rains change their postures, and the clear sky has slightly lifted a cool breeze. Every inch of the skin has been swept by the wind, stretched and happy. In the light and heat of May, beckoned the coming of a holiday. Filial piety is a virtue inherited from the ages, and it is a mission that Chinese culture has followed for generations, so Mother's Day is coming in a slow pace.
2018-05-19 Happy and healthy winter swimming Every morning or afternoon, people go to swim in East Lake and get together with six or seven winter swimmers who are older than me. They have a strong build and a refreshing spirit. They swim in the lake and enter the water like dragons. They attract many tourists to stop and watch. They all admire their good health and have a long life. People who have participated in winter swimming for many years have a good attitude, that is, there is no dispute with the world.
In Luoyang’s green bamboo lane, when Linghu Chong first met her mother-in-law, he was deeply injured, and the six true Qi of the six imcents in the body of the peach Valley, and the two true gas that did not give up the monk, made his veins disrupt, and his life was in danger. When he first met him, Linghu Chong was still alive and eager. It was not broken, but when she knew the young teacher and sister, Lin’s brother, this last.
My colleagues laughed at why I put a few fake flowers in green shrubs without planting real flowers. “Don’t you like real flowers?” Ask Ling inexplicably. “Yes, which girl does not like flowers?” It is only true that flowers fade too fast, and it hurts quickly. I can not bear too much pain, so I have to put fake flowers in evergreen shrubs. Fake things can sometimes blindfold people’s eyes and bring them to people.
In the early summer, it was the most pleasant time in Southwest China. In the morning, the sun was shining and the birds were fragrant. It’s not the most beautiful day of April. Perhaps this April day is the most remembered and reluctant day. I met you in such a season, everything is like every story of the green years. I was attracted to you like that. You were three years senior to me.
Today is mother’s day, in the hospital ward, the yellow curtain beside the mother’s bed is slowly pulled up, and the mother has left us for a hundred years’ life. She wants to go to the distant places to meet with her father and grandmother. I sit quietly by the bed, mother, the big girl accompany you… The bedside monitor is still sliding forward, and no more numbers flicker, jumping out of the repeated text: the cuffs are too loose.