Looking back at the path of time, the long wind of years, waving the yellowing calendar willfully. Suddenly found that those after time mellow things, always let people remember, but also there are always some familiar things remind themselves at all times, the journey of life has left so much body. Borrow the brush of time, copy the road through the mountains and rivers. Let Su Jin’s life be in the dust of the years.
Mr. Shi Ying talked about Chinese herbal medicine. I asked Mr. Siying: “uncle, do you like herbs for old people?” Mr. Shi Ying said, “I don’t have much contact with herbs, but I know herbs come from all kinds of herbs, and Chinese herbs come from herbs.” I asked again, “have you ever seen a herbalist?” Mr. Shi Ying said, “I have seen many herbal herbalist. China used to have no Western medicine, all rely on Chinese herbal medicine.
Mr. Shi Ying said that everyone’s life is not his own. On one occasion, Mr. Shi told me: “everyone’s life is not their own, but their parents. Children are the continuation of their parents’ lives and their parents’ hopes and expectations. ” When I heard this, I was shocked and asked, “The teacher said that everyone’s life is his own. He has the right to decide his own future and realize his own price.
After sunset I got used to living alone in this small round room, closing the doors and windows, as if the outside world had nothing to do with me. The sky and the earth are not spacious, and the sun and the moon are not bright, but a room is my whole world. There is no noisy scene, only quiet peace; no noisy crowd, only a peaceful place alone. This is my world, a space that only exists in the body and soul alone. The years are buried
Looking down on and looking up to this is a very sensitive topic, penetrating into every corner of life, all aspects, omnipresent. This is an eternal topic, where there are rivers and lakes where there are feelings of warmth, high and low. It’s a question of values. Look down on, treat you as if you were nothing, look up to, respect you as if you were God. Despise, because you have no title, no learning.
I do not know when the diversification of errors, every three to five, but also emerged a “Lao Lai Rank”, a certain amount of debt, all real-name system, Zhang San Li four Wang five, from high to low, at a glance. In the meantime, there are many familiar names, as well as the star entrepreneurs who talked about it a decade or two ago. They are also well-known, devoted to public welfare, representatives of the provincial and municipal people’s congresses, and their silent and bizarre endings.
The influence and evolution of society on women’s consciousness in China’s old society has been influenced by cruel feudal ethics. In China’s long history, men dominated and dominated, while women were oppressed. With the progress and development of society, women’s consciousness changes accordingly, more and more women dare to resist and struggle with the old system. The process of Chinese women’s self awakening is full of indomitable and hardship.
Lisao is the representative work of Qu Yuan, the first patriotic poet in China. It is the longest lyric poem in the history of our country. It is also a rare treasure in the field of world poetry. It has a far-reaching influence on later poetry. It perfectly combines realism and romanticism, reflects the political life of the society at that time, and is full of the poet’s love for the motherland. Poet
Is the world very cold? Is it very passionate? I want to say that the world is very cruel, very cruel. Some geniuses are drowned in the corners of the world by thick dust, some prodigals complain of their helplessness on boring days. The sky is always grey, and the dark night can not see clearly five fingers. There are always people waiting for help.
When you first know this world, you with eyes clear, can not wait, looking at the colorful distant! When you pass through this world, you take with you two eyes cold, indifferent, indifferent to the vicissitudes of red around you! Some people say that you have changed, but you complain that the world has changed. Maybe everything has changed. People will always be like this, from the beginning of the novelty of the world, to the weariness of later vicissitudes.
There is a dead wood at the mouth of the alley where my grandmother lives. The dead wood was dug up by the roots and cut off the excess branches, but eventually somehow it was left in the woods. My grandmother told me that the dead wood had been there for some years, but when she did not remember it exactly. But I remember when it was trampled out by our group of bear children. When did the first batch grow?
In the past half a year, I did not write anything and seldom read. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I don’t know what this society is like. I don’t know what the taste of the public is, nor how many readers I can read. I understand that I don’t want to write this article, but if I tap on the keyboard and say that society says that other people can get eyeballs, I’m “duty bound” – to enter the club.
When the president of Harvard University visited Peking University, he told a story of his own experience: one year, he asked for three months’leave from school, told his family, do not ask me where to go, I will report every week safe. They went to the rural areas of the southern United States alone, working on farms, and washing dishes in restaurants. When you work in the fields, smoke a cigarette from your boss, or sneak a few words with your workmates.
I haven’t written anything for a long time. I hesitated for a long time before I wrote down these words. It is also some insights into life over the years. I’m not very old, only in my twenties, so I said that my understanding is still far-fetched. I just wrote a little truth about what I’ve learned all these years. I write down a little bit of life as a reader. Life is like a journey, from the moment we set foot on this car.
Every mother has something to think of her children as inadequate, because they want their children to be better, and many people have something to be unsatisfied with, because they have higher goals, better conditions, and better people. We see better people as goals, and we pursue the same things in life – beauty, wealth, food, power, status
Like Lin Huiyin said a word: the world, walking alone, green Luo brushed the skirt, green clouds wet promise. Mountains and water can be forgotten 22 times. At that time, there was only one person who was happy in the world. In the long river of life, there is joy and pleasure, loneliness and sentimentality. A person’s life is clear and joyous. A long life
Time flies, like a passing wind, I feel that I haven’t seen enough spring before I have passed through the spring. Secular fireworks, youth as song, those who look forward to, those who meet, those who are separated, will use the years of plain pen, record this period of lingering, sometimes sad joys and sorrows. Memory of youth, in a peach tree, picked up a petal shaken by the wind, suddenly look back on yesterday’s bright pink, that piece in the wind
The wisdom of life lies in the practice that his Tao / Liao Chaoguo’s life itself is a kind of noble wisdom. It is full of wonder and greatness, whether it is its formation and birth, or the birth and growth, or death. Humans have not yet fully understood the mystery. Can only be in awe of the heart, fans like to serve God. But we can take life from the outside of nature
Thousands of years later, the vast history is passing, still remember today’s story, the moon and the sky. Since the ancient times, there have been a lot of people who have lived in the world with endless sighs of the magic and uninterest of life. From the call and record of the river and the mountain, from the wind and sand that can not turn back and rush into the years deeply
Summer is gone, and autumn comes with a cold wind. The cry of crickets was also a bit of grief. The leaves of the poplar trees in the yard, accompanied by moonlight, fell yellow from the trees. Autumn is coming, quiet, cool, do not have a taste. People only praise the beauty of spring, the greenness of summer, and the word “desolate” is used in autumn. Autumn is less than spring and summer.