If life is just like the first sight

We often don’t know where each other is or who to ask. Sitting alone in the room in Endless Daze, even no one missing, will often fall into deeper panic, and become more and more confused, so I learned to be deeper alone. My friends occasionally advised me to go out for a walk and breathe the air in the wild when I was upset, which might relieve my nervous nerves temporarily. In fact, I also understand that it is not because I am used to being lonely, but because I am used to being lonely. When I was young, I liked to have colorful dreams. However, many dreams condensed into a kind of attachment that I couldn’t help myself. Sentimentally attached to the past, the deceased relatives, and the unrealized dreams. In every windy morning, the sunshine reflected into the hut along the carved glass, and when I shed warmth on my face, I was alert that I was not living in a dream. I have never thought about what I really want. The sun rises day by day and sets day by day. Every cycle of days has lost too many desires of all living beings. I imagined that one day I would become a loyal follower of the Buddha, throwing away flashy dreams and vulgar desires and listening to the teachings of the Buddha under the Bodhi tree. However, I still have desires, there is also love and hate. In this flashy world like a dream, I have also helped many people with my sincerity, which makes people around me have a feeling of success. I can’t live without them, just like they can’t let me go. In a sense, people live for desire. Desire is the extension of dreams. When dreams are hard to realize, desire becomes the most luxurious thing. But my desire is so shallow that I only need a hug and a long-lost greeting. I often miss my former friends, because after a long time, work changed one after another, contact information changed again and again, and friends almost became strangers, strange people may not recognize the shadow of the past even passing by each other. However, I still remember the previous happiness, the promise made under the willows by the lake; The red fish playing in the green water; The sparkling ripples rolled up by the breeze. Yes, I still remember that hazy and Green emotion, which started from the tranquil lake surface, but was buried in the deep lake bottom. The opera had just begun, but before I could taste it carefully, it ended hastily. Just as “one meter of Sunshine” said: the eternity that can’t be achieved in a lifetime may be condensed at a certain point; The brilliance that can’t be possessed in a lifetime may only be within that one meter. However, if you miss it, you will miss it. The short one meter of sunshine will only occasionally shine on people’s side, but not necessarily cover everyone’s surroundings. The sunshine that belongs to us is so short, but it still shines on us after all. Even if we miss it, we have left traces, at least we have got short happiness. The Buddha said, everything is unreal. I said, everything comes and goes is fate. Even if there is no result, we are still friends. We will miss each other and care about each other. Even if we are thousands of miles away, we cannot contact each other, still each other blessing. In the photo album of youth, there is no shadow of youth. I looked into the mirror carefully. On a familiar and strange face in the mirror, there was a clear tail with years growing out. It was silent and seemed like a lifetime. When the night fell, I lay on the bed, always lost in the dreamy dark night, feeling the interlacing of reality and dreams. Therefore, I began to look for sleepless pillow, trying to get rid of loneliness. If life is just like the first sight, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan. I finally knew that the past had gone away from me. Fate was like a river with high tide. When the tide came, the wind and clouds surged. When the tide went, people went to the building. But in a flash, things were different. 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Winter jasmine

I haven’t seen the winter jasmine carefully for two years. The tender yellow swung in the breeze, and the branches stretched neither too high nor too long. However, it is this piece of distinctive yellow meaning that still has enough strength to show in the chilly spring breeze. Unfortunately, I haven’t looked at it carefully for a long time. Because it has already been uprooted by people. I remember more than ten years ago, I felt depressed after giving birth to my lovely daughter. The busyness of work and the trifles of family unexpectedly made me confused. That year, the winter was not over, and the spring was quiet. When I came home from work, my gloomy mood always felt like a spreading spider web moving forward infinitely. My heart was chaotic, heavy and heavy. If I say why I am depressed, I can’t say anything about it. However, infinite sadness always rises in my heart inadvertently. Walking along the roadside, suddenly my eyes lit up. Several bright yellow petals are swaying in the wind. It seems that their foundation is not very solid. When the wind blows gently, they swing softly with the wind, swaying left and right. Accidentally, the head of one branch hit the other. Then, they all nodded, as if they were greeting each other. For a moment, my heart quivered. I couldn’t help laughing. What a playful flower! Can you see the loneliness in my heart and deliberately point out my dying heart here? At this time, the long branches of winter jasmine were deliberately placed, which seemed to approve my idea. Lovely flower, is your dance for me to remember you? At that time, did you already know that you would be removed and left? However, how can I forget you? You are a flower, destined that beauty will accompany you. Although, the definition of beauty is different. Elegant is beautiful, and elegant fragrance is also beautiful. And your blooming beauty is still the chief among many beauties. Without you, people can’t tell how long the long winter is, how long the heavy fatigue will last, and how the cold will bear. In short, the road ahead is long, and people cannot see the light. However, who could imagine that you, a weak little yellow flower, were waiting for people at the crossroads. You are blooming golden smiling face, twisting light waist, and pieces of flowers encourage each other to bloom bright smiling face. With a smile, winter wind left reluctantly. The hard ice water also melted and flowed away freely. Even today’s bleak sunshine was put into the fiery red color, and it became hot gradually. You have seen all this. You laughed. After laughing, your sisters came one after another. Peach blossom, Apricot Flower and pear flower all bloom their smiling faces. People naturally turn their eyes from you to the fragrance of flowers and flowers. However, you are tired. Pieces of petals withered and then left quietly. No one will miss you any more except me. I thought we would meet again every early spring. However, I don’t know which leader you offended, or your shallow yellow flower can’t touch people. Two years ago, when you welcomed the spring, you were uprooted and sent away. Since then, the colorful flowers in spring and summer are still the same as before, while the land you stand on is replaced by the evergreen green pine and cypress. Another winter came to spring, and I wandered along the roadside. Although there were patches of green in front of my eyes, I didn’t know where I was when I loved you. I couldn’t help thinking of you again. Because ten years ago, the motivation for me to move forward was in that early spring, in that bright and yellow place. Dear flower, I understand that you didn’t leave, because you have already blossomed in my heart, forever, forever. 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”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Yiyezhiqiu

There is a French phoenix tree which is about two meters high outside the window. Having nothing to do, I always like to look at that tree through the glass and use this rare green to nourish my eyes. Suddenly one day, I found a dead leaf among the swaying green trees in my gaze. The Leaf was a little curly, and the color began to turn yellow. I looked at the wall calendar and found that it had passed the threshold of lunar August, which surprised me that autumn was approaching. I remembered the slightly sentimental word: one leaf knows autumn. You see, on that luxuriant green tree, it seems to contain the secret of seasonal reincarnation. A dead leaf, only a dead leaf, secretly revealed the secret. Looking at the tree outside the window, I felt something touching the scene. My hands unconsciously touched the wrinkled cheek. When my palm slided slowly, I touched the dense beard under my jaw. I know that it is the black grass of time, emerging from the wilderness of life. I took out a small round mirror. I didn’t know if I didn’t see it. I was shocked when I saw it. My hair was half white just over 40! I put down the mirror, but the silver hair burned my sensitive heart like a flame. A leaf knows the autumn, unconsciously, white hair occupies half of the head, I even don’t know. So, I am worry about life? Or worried about the future? I don’t know. What I know is that I am busy all day long, suffering from gain and loss, so this half of my white hair grows. What I don’t know is, which one is the earliest white hair? Looking at the tree outside the window, thinking of myself, I felt a little ashamed. In my subconscious mind, I always think that I am a vibrant youth, At least they were the old youth who had never lost their ambitions, but they completely forgot that they had reached the middle-age Post station. In the highland of life with white moon and clear wind, can I still calmly point out the country and inspire the writing? I felt at a loss, looking at the wall calendar on the opposite wall, it was a little blurred. Only then did I know that bitter and turbid tears overflowed from the corners of my eyes. People are hurriedly passers-by living on this light blue planet, which is not bad; People spend 30 days of noon, and people know destiny after 40 days, which seems to be good. But between sunrise and sunset, why am I no longer young? This kind of inquiry may be decadent, because everything is born and destroyed. In the period of vigorous life, I never thought of withering and aging. Just like I have never paid attention to my hair, I thought I was still a graceful young man with green hair! In fact, time has already carved marks on me, which is the accumulation of time. Or the suffering of life? I can’t find the answer. I don’t know. It seems that I, who is over 40 years old, haven’t cultivated to the degree of no confusion. When I fixed myself in middle age, I was actually very reluctant, but in fact, I couldn’t help it. I am guessing: Am I really a little old-fashioned? Then I thought of the vigorous youth, when there were many colorful ideals. Now when I think about it, I can’t help laughing. It’s just a fantasy of soap bubbles. In fact, everyone’s ability in this world is limited, but he is too arrogant when he is young, and he feels that he is arrogant and can save the world and benefit the people. When I looked out of the window at the withered leaf on the green tree, I no longer thought like this! Because I wasted many golden years for this, and gave up practical efforts in the ridiculous internal friction. I picked up the mirror, pulled out a black hair, put it in the diary, and wrote down four words of Ye Zhiqiu. In a trance, I felt that I was a fool again: Several years later, when my head was covered with years of frost and snow, would I hold this slender and black hair and feel sorry for myself? Anyway, I was young, but I can’t live with myself when I am young. Especially now, I seem to go upstream. Staying or watching at the source of life is another fantasy that is hard to reach. Then, just take the train of time to float, or imagine your future as a kind-looking old man, leaning against the Green Tree, facing the sunset clouds, and sighing infinitely. This life is enough. (1230 words) Like (prose editor: Rain dancing alone) 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. 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