When the work squecks out the corners of life, the surrounding landscape becomes increasingly clear. The years carved a tough face, but the spirit is like a loyal dog succumbed to the fate of the whip. Grab the sand and throw it to the sky, and fall down to the curtain to pay homage to this scene. The finale is winding down, and the next ladder is being built. Walking in endless fantasy, swallowing dreams as a driving force. Stepping
Since Guangling Guijinghai, it is now three years old. It has been more than a few months since I returned from the north. I left the green car and went northwards to Shanhaiguan. When I left home, it was early spring and it was cold. The flowers seemed to have opened halfway. In the winter and early winter, the treetops began to take a sharp tip, and the rape that sparsely appeared in the field seemed to tell the world that spring was coming. It rained all night last night.
The rain in Hangzhou, Hangzhou, in May 21, 2018, has been raining for a few days. The Hangzhou in the cloudy and rainy mountains shows what the rain and rain are. Perhaps this is one of the reasons I choose to come here. I haven’t written anything for months. I know that I am too lazy, and I am too impetuous to calm down. It has been more than half a month since I returned home. I looked back at the past.
2018-05-22 Life's Entrance and Exit Zhu Deyong said: “Life is like a maze. We use the first half to find the entrance, and the second half to find the exit.” Although there are not many words, the meaning is profound. I understand that people often say that college graduates step into society after graduating, that is, they are looking for entry into life society, and finding the export of life is to find a way to make their health and longevity after retirement.
I want to disturb you, but I have no topic or courage. Since that day, I have never met you again. How are you doing? I think it might be better than I thought. At least I didn’t bother you again. You should be happy, dump me, a guy that sticks to you like a cow candy. Do you have a lot less trouble? Is it feeling easy? Stop, imagine
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?"
The best love is the snow that lingers under the text/sunshine and often dreams of returning to your hometown and quietly visiting you 520. I'm just as happy as I can be with you. The eyes of my child are transparent talking and dancing. The nicknames of love, sweet and sweet, close to my husband, aunt, aunt, older sister, older brother, and so on, played over and over again and again.
2018-05-21 two feelings of the two wedding banquet yesterday was “520”. Homophonic “I love you” just happened on Sunday, so the marriage was more concentrated. At 10 a.m., I joined my wife’s granddaughter’s wedding ceremony with my wife. More than 3 p.m., the daughters of the colleagues in the unit expressed their gratitude for the new marriage, and they gathered happily with their relatives and colleagues. The grandson of the second sister of aunt’s family is married
It is always in a state of depressing and unable to extricate oneself from another. It is melancholy that suppresses me, cannot breathe, does not work properly, does not communicate with people, and cannot face life in a positive attitude. I often think of myself as an alternative person. In a different mood, that is, when life changes, there is the feeling that “the mountains and the rivers are in doubt, and the willows are dark and bright”.
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.
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