Middle-aged

Life is like a dream, how much joy? A few degrees injury? Looking back, a dream of the bridges, condensed into a little Eaglewood, in the sunset, when lonely, quietly listening to the sound of a flower, that kind of feeling is so beautiful, so beautiful —– People to middle age, the lax and turbid eyes have already seen the indifference, no longer stubborn, and really feel that people will rest in the middle age, and the love has been silent in the deep. No longer chasing stars and holding the moon, obsessed with things with high ambitions, gradually like to quietly taste tea and read articles, seek peaceful and far-reaching space in the fidgety world, talk about fragments and laugh them off, understand others’ dissatisfaction or ignorance with a tolerant attitude. Stepping into middle age, it is like the Four Seasons moving to the mature autumn. I have enough confidence to deal with the chaos in work and life, and I will not stumble or catch the wind. Time not only engraved the vicissitudes and maturity in the corner of the eyes, but also more clearly understood the world in the heart, such as the quicksand sinking at the bottom of the pool, and the wind and rain accumulated in the bottom of the heart for many years. Gradually, faded; Gradually, understood; Gradually, feeling, less impulse and lofty sentiments in youth, more free and easy and tranquil, dealing with others in plain, let go in calmness. No longer demanding others, no longer forcing yourself to do what. The heart is like a clear spring, quiet and calm. Don’t be happy with things, don’t be sad with yourself. It is as cool as clouds and clouds, and as casual as flowers and flowers. In the silence, looking back, I found that the world was so beautiful and sentimental, as if a meteor was passing through the night sky and suddenly fell down. Except for some mottled memories, what else could I have? Time is like scissors, cutting the time inch by inch, and time decreases slightly in the white hair. What we see are trees, flowers and plants, sun and moon, and stars, which are bright in spring and withered and prosperous in autumn. In the next spring, they will be more rich and vigorous, while life, for each of us, there is only one time to go and never come back. Those so-called past lives and the theories of afterlife are just a lie of love and an excuse of rejection, such as holding hands, grow old with you; Or grow old with us. There are some beautiful things that we just talk about, but we can’t understand; Too many times, we are just spectators. The years are ruthless, colorful, and the life is precious. It flies with the wind. The shallow footprints quietly listen to the clear voice in the heart, and the gentle smiles overflow on the cheek. The passing clouds make it drift away gently like morning mist. The fleeting year of the passing water points out green lotuses under the fingertips, and the sunset at this time is drunk, which influences the warmth of the human world. In life, there are many beautiful things, such as poetic words, which give people pleasant enjoyment; Artistic conception like songs, which make people dreamlike intoxicated; Fragrance like flowers, which give people the attachment in their dreams, I am afraid that a painting, a song and a feeling are all wonderful without words in everyone’s heart. In the past days, there were laughter and tears. Of course, there was no need to ask too much for icing on the cake over happiness. When you were frustrated, you didn’t have to worry about getting worse. When you are lonely, you can enjoy the lonely smoke in the desert as you wish, and look for thousands of years of Moss. That was a dream planted in countless days. Even if you regret it, you will get what you have gained. In the quiet autumn, let the Moonlight flow into the heart garden. In the blurred room, in the moonlight of the lotus pond, the pen tip is light, and the fringed ripples are magnified. The poet Haizi had the feeling of facing the sea and blooming flowers in spring, but he chose to turn off a lamp to extinguish the sadness and loneliness of a city. Maybe he was too tired, he did not look up at the Rainbow after the wind and rain, nor did the butterfly dance lightly over the flower field. Just on the rail, he wrote down his painful sadness in a hurry. In fact, life is originally a bitter struggle. We wander in the barren dream and move forward without knowing that we are tired. It has nothing to do with the ups and downs, nor the poverty, only in the rest of our lives, it is the most beautiful of happiness to live a good day and cherish every day with relatives calmly and leisurely. Time is like water, and in another autumn, the wind gently engraved delicate lines of poetry on the fallen leaves of man dance, either deep or shallow. It was also cool in the past and cool in the present. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. 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The telecommunication bureau called to inform me that the balance was insufficient, so I quickly typed the money. In addition to being surprised, I called to ask about the two mobile phones sent by the telecom company, one of which had overrun Internet traffic and had to stop the phone. After inquiring, my son used his mobile phone to surf the Internet, and he was driven out of the house in a rage. The weather is cold in winter, my son is out of the house, and he is missing. She cared about her children, regardless of the thin clothes, each community looked for them one by one. When hesitating, I was at a loss. I called to tell someone sad. Someone comforted me: money is something outside of my body, and it is not easy to raise my son, so I quickly find it back. I finally found it at a small stone bench in a community. My son repented deeply and cried bitterly. He replied, “I don’t know if the internet traffic is free, so I hope you can forgive me. She forgave her son. When the mother and son entered the house together, the master apologized to his son voluntarily, but also condemned his son’s behavior. My son listened to it modestly, and he must study hard to make his parents rest assured. Mr. Zhou answered a phone call late and went out, telling him that he would come back at eleven o’clock. She was too lazy to ask. Since the beginning of the couple, a kind of action agreement has been acquiesced, which does not interfere with each other’s privacy, including online private chat, Friends of the opposite sex and so on. The premise is that safety comes first, family comes first, and family harmony should be maintained. So far, the couple have been getting along happily. When she was bored, she published some small articles about her life in the forum, and was lucky to meet a friend in the forum. Good friend, Jian, extraordinary literary talent, I will stay in QQ in the future, and have a good talk with each other in my spare time. The original blog articles created by Jian are all of good literary talent. She watched every article carefully and never missed one. Last time I played in the online space, Beijing Xueyou teased and smiled, “did Lan Yan find it? She sighed in her heart that it was not easy to find a blue face. Keeping a healthy and upward relationship with Jian is also a respect for someone, no matter what someone thinks, in addition to talking with someone privately, in addition to talking with Jian freely, other netizens all refuse to chat vulgar. Also limit yourself, except for the rest days, try to buffer the Internet time, communicate with your children more, and study together. The above is what she thinks and encounters unpleasant things in her heart. I hope you don’t laugh. What I mean is self-comfort! Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Power of promise

I will continue to stay with this city in another way I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…