Disease random thoughts

Today Lantern Festival, window firecrackers deafening. I can’t see the beautiful fireworks passing through the night sky and the full moon, so I can only imagine how colorful they are in my heart, because I am lying in bed and I am ill. Since he was a little weak and sickly, he had been dubbed as a medicine jar, sick rice seed and other titles. Grandpa said Humph ha ha, and he lived to 88. Anyway, 88 is still a very distant age. Anyway, I have the best grandfather in the world, so I never regard illness as a disease, and I am happy even if I am sick. And no matter how long I was ill, it was none of my three good students every year, because grandpa would make up lessons for me according to the school courses. Although Grandpa almost lost his teeth and said English was a little leaky, I benefited a lot from his standard American speaking. Grandpa went to another world on the 100th day after his 90th birthday. In the next half year, my heart was full of ice and snow! I lost weight quickly, but I didn’t fall ill, because I always reminded myself: if the person who loves you most goes, you will have no right to get sick. The World Without Grandpa is much less worried and very busy. Living in the ever-changing information age, illness has become a luxury. Colleagues around us often sigh with emotion: they are so busy that they even have no time to get sick. My daughter said to me one day: Mom, if only you were ill. I was surprised and asked the reason. My daughter said, “If you are sick, you can ask for leave to accompany me. Looking at my daughter’s pure big eyes, I felt indescribable guilt and unspeakable sorrow in my heart! How can a child’s innocent heart understand the helplessness of an adult: We should not only work hard and study hard, but also try our best not to get sick. But no matter how hard you try, the doctor told me last night: you are ill. After getting out of the hospital, I stumbled carelessly and took my husband’s arm. My husband had never swaggered through the market with my arms in the past 13 years, but he didn’t object to it. He asked him why, and he said it was because you were ill. After returning home, I saw my husband cooking and washing clothes in a hurry, but he was a little unaccustomed. He said it was OK, but you were sick. Original sick can lazy, occasionally disease A also nice. I woke up at 6: 30 this morning on time. It seemed that the person was ill and the biological clock was normal. After sending a pile of granules, capsules and tablets into the stomach, I realized that I don’t have to get up early today. So I fell asleep again. When I checked my mobile phone at noon, I received eight calls and six text messages in a daze. I was more busy when I fell asleep than when I woke up! Finally, I knew that it was the same thing that I stole for half a day. In the evening, I kept making appointments with friends, eating or playing cards or going to Binjiang Road to watch fireworks. I declined all of them for the same reason: because I was ill. I can’t see the gorgeous fireworks, nor can I waste this beautiful lantern night. So I pulled the paper and pen to write down this article “miscellaneous feelings in illness”. Before writing, I sent a text message to my friend who met to watch fireworks: life is like fireworks, gorgeous and short. Please don’t get sick in order to make your short life blossom. (Yang Su 2006-2-15 in Linhai) 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…

Light summer Weiyang

Some people say that recalling things is always painful and painful, but thinking of things is still painful; Thinking of beautiful things is painful because they can no longer have them. Young feelings are like flowers blooming in every cool morning, pure and beautiful like dew. Simply being together is like no matter which happy subway you take in the future, the previous memories have become a part of your body in the years and months, what can’t be wiped out is that it is hard to let go of what is left alone in life. Perhaps, this is fate. From the moment we met each other, we were doomed to be unable to get rid of such fate. We were born and couldn’t figure it out; We couldn’t figure it out even if we were dead, and we couldn’t figure out the stubborn fate either. When everyone began to have a secret and his eyes became thick and heavy, and my sadness was like the fog in spring, which was thicker every day and thicker every day. Therefore, summer arrived. Lonely Days, a book and a cup of coffee are my whole life. I stood on the top of the 30-story building, looking up at the sky. The high and pale sky seemed to be my endless life. Occasionally, the birds passed by, and the figures and figures were interdependent, as if recalling the long legend. There will always be a song accompanying me to light up in the sky. The melody in my ears is so affectionate and long. Soon after I recall it, it is as sweet and greasy as the lingering rain. Perhaps, it will last my whole life when I get drunk. I often think that when I agree to remember a person, I think it must be unforgettable in my life for a stubborn person like me who never forgets the past. Some persistence is like an abyss, along the line of gradual death; Some persistence is like dust, and hard work is just a vain return; So persistence is like tears, a broken drop into the heart, broken and scattered, scattered in the air, became a cinnabar record with painful eyebrows in the world of mortals. I still remembered the little poem written on the journey, and forgot whose notes it was. The writing must be full of gentle wind and drizzle like Autumn Water, which became particularly mottled as time went pale. On that day, I closed my eyes and calmed myself in the incense mist of the sutra hall. Suddenly I heard the truth in your chanting. In that month, I shook all the prayer cylinders, not for overstepping, but for touching your fingertips. In that year, I crawled on the mountain road with my long head, not for an audience, but for sticking to your warmth. In that life, I turned the mountain to the water to the pagoda, not to build the next life, but to meet you on the way. If life is just like the first sight, why is the autumn wind sad painting fan? When it is idle, but the old heart has changed, but the old heart has changed. It is just a dancing world. There are so many departures at the end of the encounters that are staged every day. All the departing songs are always regretful and lonely. If there are not so many regrets, no matter how happy you give yourself, you won’t experience happiness. Every heart is born lonely and incomplete. Most people spend their lives with this kind of incomplete, and they are not arrogant, just because they can meet their perfect partner, it is either a careless miss or a loss of the qualification to own it. Leave much love in the world, welcome the ups and downs of the world, and do happy things with the people you like. You don’t have to worry about whether it is robbery or fate. I don’t know why, my heart is always uneasy. It used to be for you and now it is for us. I have always been afraid that it is you who will leave. Now I am suffering from gain and loss. Some people say that when I was young, love was too rich, and I was doomed to lose the heart of the loved one sooner or later in the future. In fact, if love is not so rich, how to continue the deepest memory of life? Therefore, loving someone is your own business and has nothing to do with others. The life of twenty years old is simple, pale, secret and happy. The love we used to stay in life is the only Dawn gift given to ourselves in the quiet years, but although we are full of high spirits, passion and high spirits, the ink on the end of the pen is not dry, it smells of years floating in the wind, but unfortunately it is coming to an end. In the most beautiful years, meeting such an unspeakable you is an indelible memory in my destiny. But when I met each other, I could know each other. When I met each other, what was the time when I saw each other, I have to decide with you, and live and die as lovesickness. The blue sky and the blue open, but there is no end, always thinking of some simple and vivid past, and then silently recalling the past years, the cloud is the most lonely city, deep and quiet. I often look back on the road when I came. It was really a long road like years, as if my life had approached like this. The Twilight of summer came slowly, and the light and shadow began to interlace, as if it was bright or dark. After experiencing so many experiences, no matter whether I feel relieved or not, actually I just want to laugh. My smile is perfect and quiet. No one can see my sadness, but everyone can see my loneliness, aloof Like (prose editor: Ke Er) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. 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