I often use the phrase "people will live all their lives" to warn myself and persuade my friends. These seven words are easy to say and sound simple, but they are profound to remember. It can make me brave when I am weak, humble when I am proud, positive when I am decadent, happy when I am in pain, and let go of everything, so I call it "a blow to the head" and "seven-character proverbs". -I often think that the hardships, troubles, grievances and grievances in this world, if any, can't be solved and digested. Will they disappear in just a few decades? If so, what can't be solved?
People have been thinking about this sentence all their lives. If I were a hero, I would make greater achievements. If I were a scholar, I would gain higher knowledge. If I love someone, I will tell her boldly. Because today is the past and will never come again; After this life, everything disappears. If you haven't read a book and said a word, you'll never get another chance. This is a precious life, and I must seize it!
People are like this for a lifetime, and you can actively grasp it; You can also face it calmly. Think about it, and you will be relieved! Think about it when the spirit is decadent, and you can be grateful! Because in any case, it is always lucky to have this life, and you can't come for nothing.
Excerpts from American Classic Prose 2 "Little Fish of Thought"
Every pond smells of the ocean.
In every stone, there is a shadow of desert.
So the poet said: a clover, plus my imagination, is a vast grassland.
Walking in the field of autumn moon, I remembered a poet's inquiry to old Tolstoy: Do mature things hang their heads?
Yes, every step we take will become a thing of the past, whether it is a happy meeting or a painful parting, but please believe that every song we sing will not disappear in an instant, whether it is eager expectation or affectionate memories, just like Rosa? Luxembourg said: "Wherever I go, as long as I live, the sky, clouds and the beauty of life will accompany me!" "
A narrow and selfish mind will become its own hell, while a broad and cheerful mind will become a paradise for others. There is only one layer between hell and heaven.
And all the flames of jealousy always start with burning yourself.
An old writer told me, "How long has your foot been trampled?" ? But don't regret it, as long as you step on the truth, whoever steps on it will have depth. "
Don't you miss the intersection of the past when you finally win the flower of success? Don't you miss the old wood in the luxurious house you rebuilt successfully?
Excerpts from American Classic Prose 3 "Possession"
There are too many beautiful things in this world to count. We always want too much and make as many things as possible our own.
Life is short as a blink of an eye, and it flows away inadvertently between possession and loss.
If you lose the sun, you still have starlight, you lose money, you still have friendship, and when life leaves you, you still have the kiss of the earth.
When you have it, cherish it; Lost, as a test of life's true knowledge, as a struggle commitment of bumpy life.
If you are honest, you give up hypocrisy; With enrichment, you will abandon boredom; With pragmatism, you will abandon impetuousness. Whether it is intentional abandonment or accidental loss, as long as it is really owned, at some point, isn't generous abandonment also a realm?
What you lose inadvertently can be won back. If you are lovelorn, you can find it in spring, but if you lose your will, you should sharpen it in winter. But you can't pick it up without laziness.
Too much desire becomes a burden. What can enrich and satisfy oneself more than having an indifferent heart?
It doesn't matter if you choose, and then you are ready to walk a mountain road.
If you understand tears, you will understand life.
Life always begins with your own tears and ends with others' tears. In medicine, tears have the function of cleaning the eyeball and are a stress response to external stimuli. From the time of fetus, there are basic tears. Thus, tears branded life until the end of life, and perhaps there are tears in memory of your lost soul.
People are emotional animals, including secular desires, which cannot be suppressed in their hearts for a long time. Nothing more than expressions, language, movements, etc. Whether I am happy or sad, I cry and laugh. Tears accumulate in my eyes and flow like water. Drop by drop is the emotional world. There are truth and falsehood, calls and traps in this world. ...
Tears are not only related to sadness and grief, but also to joy. Anger turned into tears of laughter and joy. In the face of great surprise or happiness, it is difficult for people to find the best way to express their feelings, and tears often flow out first. Tears in laughter, straightforward temperament. However, many complicated emotions that followed were difficult to express at the moment, and all of them were condensed in this eye-catching liquid.
Tears seem to be destined for women, and they like bright eyes. If there is fog, it is the beauty and temptation of Youtan Meiyuan, which makes people feel infinite. Daiyu, a little breathless with tears, has just touched the hearts of countless men. Why they all look forward to "A Sister Lin Falling from the Sky" can be imagined. When there are tears, men are often passionate, and women often follow suit in Innocent Girl. Tears become the lubricant of harmonious love. But women can't use it too much, because in the face of women's tears, men are always afraid, at a loss, or not.
Ignore it or run away. Woman, please remember that many times, smiles and tears are equally important.
Men don't flick when they have tears, so men are used to hiding tears in their hearts and letting them flow in their blood, which is influenced by cultural traditions. The power of camouflage will collapse one day. When a man really wants to cry, he must be careful, because the sea that can really burst its banks is out of control. But most men will choose to cry in an empty corner or in front of the closest woman. Most of the time, he hides his tears with a smile.
He who dares to laugh and cry is a true lover. The heart is real, so are the tears.
With a moving heart, we moisten the truth, goodness and beauty of the world with tears; Have a heart of compassion, we use tears to pay homage to pain and sadness; With a sincere heart, we warm the suffering soul with tears.
Life is always moving forward in tears, and I have tasted all the ups and downs. Perhaps, if you understand tears, you will understand life.
How many times can I see my mother in my life?
Before I was 20, my mother could see me every day. Now I haven't been home for half a year. Now, my mother is 45 years old. I think if she can live 100 years, there are still 55 years. I go home to see her once every six months. In my life, my mother has only met 1 10 times. ...
Before every math exam, I always pray that I don't make mistakes. Only this question, I hope I'm wrong, really.
This is a math problem widely circulated on the Internet, and a sad number is obtained, but it may be the answer. We were so busy with our own affairs that we thought mom was there, well, we didn't need our attention. However, in the gap between us and her, she is also getting old. We always suddenly realize the fact that she is getting old later. In this process, she has been quietly paying for her family, silently suffering a lot of pain that we don't know, and silently waiting for our care. In fact, she always needs us.
The following things seem trivial, but there may be very little that can be done. In this world, nothing is more sincere than a mother's maternal love, so nothing can't wait more than filial piety.
1 Every week: No matter where you are, call your mother every week and tell her not to worry about you.
2. Every month: Talk to your mother once and share her joys and sorrows patiently, so that she won't be lonely.
3. Every year: accompany your mother for physical examination twice, care about your mother's health and stay young.
4, every year: birthday and mother's day, send a memorable gift to my mother.
5, two years: take my mother to a long trip and bring her good memories.
6. Three years: Work hard and make some achievements, which is what my mother wants most.
Five years: Five years have passed. Because of your care and hard work, my mother looks as young as she is now.
8. Ten years: Ten years later, collect the photos you took for your mother in the past ten years and make a unique photo album. Record the scene next to the photos and leave the beauty of the time to your mother.
It's not that we have no filial piety, but that we always have too many reasons to delay taking care of our mother. In this delay, you know, mother is old; After bidding farewell to youth and busy middle age, I wasted my time in menopause and finally became a real old man: white hair, wrinkles and trembling hands. In this process, what she is enduring, especially in the long process of menopause from youth to aging, what changes are taking place in her body and mind, which we should not ignore. I feel quite ashamed after reading it. What about you? It is time to do something.
Six yuan of warmth.
In the evening, I suddenly received a phone call from my mother-in-law, saying that she forgot to bring money, and asked me to go to the door of a nearby supermarket to give a beggar two yuan.
My mother-in-law is a few stops from our house. She often cooks some delicious food for us. She walks every time she goes back and forth. My mother-in-law sent me new cotton slippers this evening. I didn't expect to get this strange phone call from me soon after I came back.
Putting down the receiver, I wondered for a moment: Is this beggar someone my mother-in-law knows? You know, my mother-in-law is very stingy on weekdays. For a whole year, she never bought herself a dress, and she lived extremely frugally. My mother-in-law only buys some meat dishes when our family of three sometimes go to dinner, often reminding us to be careful about our lives, but now she is so generous to a beggar.
Without much thought, I pushed my bike along the sidewalk to the supermarket door at the crossroads. At this time, the supermarket has closed, and a beggar is curled up on the steps outside. Then under the neon lights in front of the supermarket, I saw a disheveled head lying on a dirty bed. "hey!" I let out a cry gently, but when I saw no response, I coughed heavily, and the bedding began to move, exposing a dirty face. This is the face of an elderly woman, staring at me warily with frightened eyes.
It's the first time I stood so close to a beggar. On this cold winter night, I threw two one-dollar coins into the enamel jar next to her in a panic, and ran away with the harsh sound of coins touching the enamel jar.
Excerpts from American Classic Prose 7 Ink and Wash Jiangnan
I was born in a corner of the south of the Yangtze River, and I was intoxicated by more than twenty kinds of tender feelings in the south of the Yangtze River. I can't tell the story of vicissitudes, noise or whispers around Jiangnan, but my attachment to Jiangnan will remain unchanged for thousands of years!
Standing on the spiritual soil in the south of the Yangtze River, looking up at the dark sky, the wind and smoke are clean and clear as clear water. In the long years, the beauty of Jiangnan water town, the quietness of Jiangnan ancient town, the depth of Jiangnan rainy alley and the charm of Jiangnan literary heroes flowed.
Small bridges and flowing water, overflowing in the south of the ink painting, can't see the truth clearly and can't tell the truth; How many literati heroes have been nourished by running water. Read Jiangnan, Lingbo Yunshui, calligraphy and calligraphy.
The beauty of Jiangnan is hazy and simple, with leisurely chess games under trees and drunken wine tasting among flowers. It's herbal tea in the court. Green water haunts white walls, flowers fall on blue tiles, and winding rivers sing in the morning and at sunset. Take a leaf boat to support Artemisia, walk through the green mountains and green waters, and silently read the thousand-year history and eternal tenderness of Jiangnan. A clear water carries traces and vicissitudes like water.
Jiangnan water town is like a hazy ink painting, simple and quiet. The stone arch bridge stands against the clear water, either elegant and chic, or exquisite and elegant. The dilapidated carved columns are printed with traces of time and blend in with the charm of the ancient town. Sitting on the awning boat, let the cool river flow through your fingers and cool into your heart. Yingying clear water, leisurely wooden boat. The house is built by the water and is connected with the water. Walking in the ancient town, away from the hustle and bustle of the city, let the sunshine flow quietly on the skin and let the poetry dance lightly in the heart.
Light smoke and fresh water in the south of the Yangtze River, long grass on the rainy shore, warblers flying in spring, light pink dye, insects whispering, and spring is shining through the curtain. In summer, you can learn something about Luo Shang, go to the Blue Boat alone, pick lotus and lotus fields, laugh and sing softly, and the flowers are as beautiful as water. Autumn phoenix tree, autumn geese flying, chrysanthemum fragrance, leisurely under the east fence. In winter, snow depends on jade pieces and thousands of pearls. Yiren is like snow, graceful and pure.
The drizzle shows that Jiangnan is rainy, especially in spring. Just like Wu Nong's soft language, it reveals the unique moisture of the water town. Rain is the aura of Jiangnan water town. In Jiangnan, it is full of romantic atmosphere. The rain around the Lantern Festival is called lantern rain, which is often the first rain in early spring. Intermittent spring rains float in the air, Fei Ying grass grows, a clear water shines, and willows brush the embankment. Then there is apricot rain, pear rain. After the end of spring, the continuous Huang Meiyu filled the south of the Yangtze River. The rain at night, the flowers in the morning, are deeply intoxicating, and the beautiful and elegant people are reluctant to leave. The drizzle wet a plain skirt and moistened the hearts of Jiangnan women. The fragrance of flowers on two sleeves gently dances out the unique charm of Jiangnan.
Because the climate in the south of the Yangtze River is humid, the skin of women in the south of the Yangtze River is like snow, and Iraqis are like jade. "Ha, ha, the water is horizontal, and the mountain is frowning. Which way do you want to ask pedestrians? Eyebrows and eyes. " A woman like water, like bright eyes like water, is beautiful and gentle, as beautiful and refined as a fairy. Jiangnan women walked slowly on the ancient bluestone road in the town, and the lilacs were wet by drizzle. For example, they floated along the rain lane with oil-paper umbrellas, "light smoke reflected the curtain, and flowers and willows were boundless", and the rain fragrance curled into the bead curtain, and the shadow was like a dream.
Houmen are like the sea, pavilions and waterside pavilions, red-faced tears for you, sleeves blowing the strings, and an eternal rhyme flows under the hands of jade as snow, with twists and turns. My thoughts seem to go back in time, in the lingering love of become a butterfly thousands of years ago. Gentle Liang Shanbo and Yingtai, disguised as men, studied hard, sat by candlelight at night, talked and laughed, and sent each other on the 18th, writing an earth-shattering legend of butterfly love, which reverberated through the ages.
Jiangnan is full of talented people and countless beautiful women. Tang Bohu is the most famous of the four gifted scholars in Jiangnan. Tang Yin peerless Dan
Blue calligraphy and painting, crowns are overwhelming. Piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are all together. Tang Bohu's touching love story of lighting Chou-heung has become an eternal story. There are countless talented women in Jiangnan, such as Li Qingzhao, Qinhuai, Liu, Dong Xiaowan, Yu and Xue Tao.
Jiangnan ink paintings emerge one after another, and all kinds of charming painting styles emerge one after another. Maybe my last life was a Jiangnan woman who picked lotus flowers and smiled in the faint lotus fragrance, like a dancing butterfly in Jiangnan ink painting?
Excerpts from Classic English 8 Lilac Rain Sorrow
In June in the south of the Yangtze River, it was drizzling. I don't know when it will rain in Mao Mao this afternoon. I like walking in this drizzle, which makes my skin feel the freshness and delicacy of soft rain. The freshness and lingering of drizzle make me feel natural, pure and transparent. I like to sit by the window and watch the wind and rain on such a drizzly day. It is like an elegant and elegant picture scroll. In the gloom, my thoughts are flying.
It is misty and rainy, filled with an emotional atmosphere. I like listening to lyrical music and appreciating beautiful words on rainy days. Music can bring me a kind of purity, and words are my other life. If you are in the freshness and meaning of prose, if you are in the classicality of poetry and songs, you are enjoying your own peace. Thoughts flow away like running water. "The bluebird doesn't know what's outside the cloud, and the lilacs are sad in the rain." There is always a sense of tranquility when reading such poems, and the faint sadness gently sweeps across the heart lake.
It's raining, and lilac lilacs seem to sway gently in the rain. The drizzle is like smoke and fog, sad and beautiful. Rain and fog condensed on lilacs, as clear as jade. Lilac rain can't be sealed, and water can't be sealed. Glittering tears slipped quietly, and my thoughts drifted away like lilac rain. A little disappointed, a quiet dream flooded into my heart with the continuous rain, and a series of ripples appeared.
It's raining in Mao Mao, and beautiful lyric songs are dancing outside the window:
When love cannot sympathize, when love cannot cry.
It's really bitter to keep that little hatred in my heart. No one can decide. No one can admit the brutality and cruelty of love. There is no place to complain. If anyone doesn't covet so much care, wants to love and can't suffer, don't bully. Although it's over, don't be unwilling to accept what has happened. Satisfied, sincerely bless me. I'm just sad that I can't be with you and never have a chance to see your smile again.
Remember your kindness, but make the pain worse. Memories hover in my heart. How much I want to escape. I'm just sad that I can't be with you every day. I can see your smile, there is no sadness to rely on. No one can wipe away tears. You know, I hope you know that I am a sincere blessing, as long as you have a good time.
Huang Pinguan's Grow Old with You is our favorite song. Every time we listen to it, we feel deeply! Reminds me of you deeply. How I want to grow old with you. I can watch the sunset with you hand in hand. I want to grow old with you. I want to listen to the rain by the window. I want to grow old with you. I want to be close to you?
In the misty rain, the beautiful past flies like lilac tidbits, and what comes as scheduled is your face and quiet whisper. The past is like a roll of old black and white film, slowly unfolding in front of me. It's still rainy season. You and I meet quietly from two ends of life at a certain midpoint, and then cross. Flowers bloom and fall, and the past is like smoke In my heart, it is still fragrant, and my mood is still fragrant because of you.
In the background of slow music, in the inexplicable disappointment, the mood also drops with the rain?
Excerpt from American classic prose 9 "On time:
Perhaps there is an ocean hidden in our hearts, and two lines of clear tears flow out, but I don't feel lonely. I just like to write bleak. Once our perfunctory emotions floated in the curve of others' memory and became speechless. Is that throbbing just an illusion left by years? I don't believe my eyes. I didn't cry, I just learned to miss.
At one time, we also had a beautiful vision of "facing the sea and blooming in spring" like Haizi. Once we were deeply impressed by the past of that year. We didn't know that we were busy having parties every night. Once we pretended to deceive ourselves ... in our past time, sad and happy memories were connected like pearls, which constituted our beautiful years.
Looking back, it seems that the years have passed and our hearts are inexplicably quiet. Maybe our hearts are getting old and getting away from youth. Once, we would be heartbroken for something, and we would be happy for something. We will love someone so much that we can't help hating someone. We can love and hate, but we can't be careless. However, the years rustled like birch leaves in the wind, but now our hearts are as calm as a stream. It turns out that anyone can forget the joys and sorrows, and anyone can live simply.
Excerpts from classic prose 10 Peace of mind and happiness:
Autumn rain sprinkled on the branches, and wisps of smoke were woven into sorrow. Looking at the fallen flowers and residual red everywhere, the once graceful branches decorated others' dreams. Now the flowers have fallen, once gorgeous and beautiful. Look at the pearls on the petals, not swaying in the breeze, slipping quietly. What I don't give up is sadness, the dust has passed, and I am in a hurry. No need to be sad, flowers will not lose their fragrance because they leave the branches; Grass will not give up hope of life because of the cold winter. This year's flowers are better than last year's, and next year's flowers will be even better and the flowers will be the most beautiful, which will live up to the world of mortals.
Counting the years that have passed, happiness is accompanied by sadness. In the depths of time, the most beautiful things will never fade, those pains will be blurred after a long time, and the memories left behind are also incomplete fragments. When you are not satisfied, you will always compare the past with the good. You will miss the past and hate the present. You will never know that the past is the present and the present will pass. Walk in the world of mortals, be a carefree vegetation woman, let the breeze kiss you, and make your heart fragrant and warm. The journey of life, there will always be thousands of turns, sadness, joy and cold, four seasons, beautiful scenery. If you know, this is all the beauty given by life. Some people, some things, may enter your eyes, slip through your heart and slip away quietly, perhaps just to meet and leave a landscape. Enrich your mind with the beauty of the road and turn it into your own style.
3. Flowers bloom in April:
Pretending to wander, I can't help lying in rape blossoms. All the troubles in my life have disappeared. I ran to the sky, to a distant place that you and I can't care about. I looked at the sky with emotion. The sky is so blue and the white clouds are so elegant. The rustling sound in my ear suddenly constitutes the most beautiful music in nature. The faint, quiet fragrance of flowers makes people forget themselves unconsciously, as if they were with heaven and earth, shining with the sun and the moon, looking around quietly, without noise and sadness, and we have become the most transparent part of nature. Drunk, the sky is drunk, I am drunk, you are drunk, drunk in the world, drunk in all right and wrong, grateful and resentful, drunk all your life.
Flowers bloom all over the sky, falling flowers float in the air and fall on the ground, like snowflakes flying all over the sky in winter, crystal clear; Like the broken nectar spilled by the queen mother, it is fragrant and sweet; Like an elf dancing on earth, naive and naughty. The white cherry blossoms in full bloom in April are in the most beautiful season. White and pink flowers are scattered everywhere, which makes people unable to bear to trample. They walked by with open hands, taking away the fragrance and fragrance. Close your eyes, open your mind and hold your head up. You are holding up a smiling face, a smiling face at a 45-degree angle with the sun. Petals fall on hair tips, eyebrows, faces, and intoxicated hearts.
Excerpts from classic prose 1 1 Life is like a play ...
Life is like a play, we have staged joys and sorrows, tried to laugh and cry; Life is like a play. We have experienced prosperity and adversity, tasted the sweetness of success and the bitterness of failure. The taste, only oneself can thoroughly understand. Others may think that our performance is too exaggerated, but that's actually our truest reaction.
Life is like a play. If you are not careful, you will always lay the groundwork, waiting for us to suddenly realize one day. Maybe someone can see the opportunity, and they can turn everything into luck; Maybe some people are lucky enough to survive; Maybe someone is too slow to sigh.
Life is like a play. We thought we could change our destiny, but the outcome was doomed. No matter what you do, you can't get rid of the established arrangements in the play. It can be said that all roads lead to the same goal. From this perspective, our struggles and struggles are like clowns dancing, which makes people laugh.
Life is like a play. No matter what the audience thinks of the play, we will never hear it in the play, so we can only perform our lives according to the arrangement. Even if the audience applauds us, we will not be happy; Even if the audience cheers for us, we will not be depressed. Because this play belongs to us, we should judge whether it is good or bad.
Excerpts from classic prose 12 I miss you, and I am slightly sad:
Miss you, every morning when the sun rises. Before I opened my hazy eyes, I began to secretly miss you, your smile, your cry, your tolerance, your bullying, your generosity and your narrow-mindedness. At that moment, there was nothing else in my mind, including myself.
Miss you every afternoon. I am used to lounging in my chair in the afternoon, looking at the blue sky and the long white clouds. I know this is your pursuit. I am used to holding my chin in my hands, and I put myself in sentimental music. Every beating note touches my heartstrings. Every word of the lyrics seems to be born because of your story, and I have been moved for a long time. Tears occasionally, not sadness, not disappointment, but thoughts seep into my bones. Nowhere to run, nowhere to put, without it.
Miss you, in every quiet night, you can clearly hear your heartbeat. Shake off the fatigue of the day, lie quietly in bed with your hands folded, and wonder whether you have drunk a few glasses of wine, whether you are full, whether you will be late again, whether my occasional urging will make you feel disgusted, whether you should leave a lot of room for each other, and it is unnecessary to think a lot about you. I simply miss you and don't want to disturb you. I just want to turn my full yearning for you into a gentle poem through the flowing pen tip, send it as a note, fold it into a boat, and let it drift, just waiting for you to pick it up gently and keep my passionate love firmly.
Excerpts from American classic prose 13 Reading time:
Reading fleeting time is to accumulate wisdom. The more you study hard, the less you will be afraid and uneasy. The journey of life, no one will be smooth sailing, everything goes well. Those layers of obsession will go away silently with the waves of the years. The journey of life is full of hardships. From lamenting the injustice of fate to smiling, it is only on a road that can't take a detour, which once again confirms the humbleness of life and deduces a life law that is happy with the times.
No matter how changeable the images in the years are, as long as we keep an undisturbed heart, no matter how the wind of the world shakes, we will be shocked and calm as always. As long as the heart is warm, it will not encounter the coldness of the years, and it will always be infiltrated by a touch of warm color.
After crossing time and space and absorbing the essence of dawn, we gradually learned tolerance and peace, and also learned to be brave and face. Even if I miss the most beautiful years, I still have no regrets because of my personal experience; Even if I stay away from the past, I have no regrets because I have had it. All the twists and turns are a profound text or a real picture in the long scroll of years, so real but not illusory. Chewing while walking, let us gradually understand that life is far more meaningful than complexity; Giving is far more than receiving happiness; Dull, far more prosperous than reality. Whoever has a plain life like water will live a quiet and stable life like a still stream.
Excerpts from American classic prose 14 are disappointing;
I think, as long as I am a tiller, my heart may always be the season of sowing, and I will always guard the abundance of that season. Although there are fallen leaves in front of us. The season is always a silent cycle, however, the old things in the season are getting clearer and clearer. I always think of the sweet potato that has just been planed out, which is purple and slightly earthy. In the field where the autumn wind blows, pulling up a few edamames, breaking off a few ears of corn, digging up a few peanuts, and smoking with firewood in a sheltered place will instantly give off an intoxicating fragrance. Then, I ran to the persimmon tree and picked some red and purple persimmons, and a real "picnic" passed like this. Later, I joined the Air Force, and just after the Mid-Autumn Festival, I always received cloth shoes sewn by my mother in the remote northern Xinjiang. Such cloth shoes don't fit my feet. I wore cloth shoes made by my mother, spent one late autumn after another, and went through one journey after another. Mother left, but the pair of cloth shoes, a needle and a thread that accompanied me through a long journey have long been engraved in the past of my life.
In this autumn, I can't help but think of the fallen leaves, the past in the fleeting time, and the affection in my memory. In the time of drifting away, every fresh life is infiltrated, which keeps us away from disappointment.
Excerpts from American classic prose 15 If there is reincarnation, I will still be the The Kite Runner;
Life is like a galloping train, galloping on the journey of life and showing the beauty of blooming youth. We are all the protagonists of the story, whether familiar, unfamiliar, met, missed, remembered or forgotten, we are all trying our best to play our roles, just for a never-ending performance. Although some people get off and some get on, they go straight ahead.
Although the hourglass of the years has smoothed everyone's edges and corners, the silhouette of the past is like snowflakes. But it is not the origin of waiting on the horizon, it is not lost in waiting, it is not addicted to memories. What is missed is missed, the end is over, and the beginning has just begun. No need to turn around, no need to linger, no need to pay homage.
It coincides with youth, and the years are quiet. Unconsciously, I began to miss the scenery along the way. Suddenly, the vast sky opened its arms and was filled with fragrance everywhere. It turns out that life is like an altar of old wine. The more you brew, the more you accumulate and the more mellow you are. Quiet time, stable reality, how can you accidentally miss it? Walking among rice flowers, fishing by the river and resting in the lazy sunshine are all happiness. At this time, I don't want to bloom overnight like an epiphyllum, and I don't want to wither in a bright season like cherry blossoms. I just want to be wrapped in ordinary warmth and enjoy the warmth of home.