How much time do we have?

This day still came, and I never had the courage to send you to the station. I always miss you and cannot judge. Dear, can you feel my call? If you can hear my wishes to you, come back early. We don’t have much time left. We don’t know what will happen in the future, but I believe that my own strength can support the hope of this family. I won’t let you cry or wander. I won’t let you hesitate, hesitate and sad any more. All of these will turn into happiness, happiness and warm yearning after meeting me again. I love you, I care about you very emotional, very much care about you bit by bit. I’ll be there for you when I need to always be by your side. I will cry when you wipe your tears. Time is always very lightly, I let you so late to meet I didn’t know that our time and how much, I just want you to know that we need to cherish every day 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…

If you miss her, please come to the sad place to find

If you read, please go to the sad place to find. She has been planting a flower called sadness in this castle. These days, she quietly sank to the unfathomable abyss. Therefore, she didn’t surf the Internet or write blogs. She only read some tragic words about her or others. She wants these words with the flower of sorrow to wear her flower of sorrow, and mourns every colorful sorrow in May with the former sorrow. There are some mottled and thick feelings in mourning these sorrows. She also needs to nurture the calamity that time bestowed on her with splendid glory with the luxuriant tears. These catastrophes which could take her life showed an incomparably beautiful smile, just like the bright red cherry coming out of Wenchuan, the gesture of a lot of fireworks, and the smell of lingering in the posture of lovers. She no longer contacted anyone, chatted with others, talked on the phone, whether men or women. She wanted to hide quietly with an evasive attitude, and told them with a handsome attitude that those friends who got along day and night: She was very tired, with a lot of tears to flow, and a lot of sorrow to suffer, there are a lot of pain to be painful, and there are a lot of unrelieved feelings that need her to feel as always. Because, all the sound music could not blow out notes, and the color of her cry was not the color on the Sound music, but the color painted on the sound of these cries, which was as beautiful as fireworks. Those sound operas lying with eyes closed were a season with shackles, and they had followed. It can be known that she gave herself a pair of shackles, and she would treat those colorful and innumerable accusations with adherence and silence. These very bright and firm accusations, she knew, could not be clarified, even if it falls into the Yangtze River, it will not wash off the colors full of heavy metals. She burnt countless keys to open the shackles by herself, making the shackles in her heart bear bright fruits. Knowing that she knew herself very late, many experiences told her that no matter how sincere she was to others, she couldn’t make people satisfied. No matter how honest she was, she couldn’t get the title of honesty. No matter how arrogant she was, all should be considered so arrogant, just a fake gesture. It is known that some disasters come together many times, just like the wind and rain, following each other, touching each other, then interweaving, Twining, swinging, and laying flowers one by one on all things, destroy everything, and regenerate everything. Treetop, grass, small life, mountain streams, rivers, will be unparalleled beauty. Guangyao. In the daytime, she cried with her heart, and her heart was broken and painful. All the pain gathered in her heart into a blunt knife, or a whip, destroying her and lashing her. Every time at this point, she really appreciated the taste of rivalry. Every day, it is so reincarnation, so brilliant. Those glittering tears had dyed her collar or pillow which could not be dried up. She will pay tribute to haobai with haobai, and exchange for rest with glittering and translucent. Put the past on a bamboo pole as the feather coat of the tomb, then burn the past, and then worship the past as paper money. At night, she was going to sit on the heart of the day and stand tall and straight in a round of memories. However, the more you want to be straight, the more withered you will be, the more straight you will be, the more decadent you will be. I stayed up all night without closing my eyes or speaking. I just used crying to go through crying, eulogizing the darkness and mourning the light. She planted a plant called sadness, poured bitter gall water on the leaves, and sprayed each piece of petals with Coptis soup. This kind of plant has been extremely luxuriant and delicate. Every leaf glows with fluorescence, and every page of petals is reborn in the clear spring she flows out. She has been crying her left hand into a numb posture for a week, and the whole arm can give off the smell of hemp. She didn’t go to cure, and she also said that she would sob all the time, so that she could go to heaven quietly in the last sob. She didn’t know whether there was heaven, but she believed that there must be her spiritual position in heaven. Her name was engraved on that black and black tablet, which was full of her sadness. The words engraved with tears, which she could imagine, were very beautiful. In this way, she was calm and fell. While feeling the gorgeous beauty of sinking, while enjoying the blooming of flowers full of sorrow on the cliff in the abyss. Those colorful, fragrant and immersed flowers, at this moment, have rendered this canyon into a splendid peach blossom. In the peach garden, it is colorful and colorful. 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…

Fengqing clear people middle-aged

When Chairman Mao gave a speech in Moscow that year, he once compared the young people vividly to the sun at eight or nine o’clock in the morning. I was already in my thirties when the sun was West, and I was in a panic. However, if the four seasons of the year are compared to life, it should be the autumn that comes from the heart. I think more that autumn should be a season with clear wind, clear clouds and light clouds. In the middle age, people took off the wish of finding a Marquis for thousands of miles in those years, and there was no more excitement between the dust of thirty achievements and the Earth. I have lived in a family with strong traditional thoughts since I was a child, and the outstanding thoughts often add unnecessary troubles to myself. Middle-aged suddenly felt all along, homeopathy to wide spirit in. Because the world has nothing to do, and ordinary people disturb themselves, there is no need to be too persistent in real life, and there is no need to succumb to the secular values. Is it not the happiest state of life to live in a misty rain. In the middle age, people have been planning a long journey of eight thousand miles. More or less, I will spend some time focusing on my own health. In terms of diet alone, it becomes much lighter than before. When I was young, I was very happy to attend the banquets of neighbors or relatives occasionally. The delicious food was eaten up and my stomach was scared without eating a few dishes. I didn’t know that the dishes became more and more wonderful during the dinner, this time can’t even challenge front with glasses of not chopsticks, heart chagrin. When I grow up, I always like to taste fresh food. When I live in hotels and eat buffet, I always like to choose some varieties that I have never tasted before, so that I often have to support myself for liquidation, at ordinary times, when socializing or having dinner with friends, they always eat and drink with heroic spirit. When meeting people, they boast about their drinking capacity and advocate the record of drinking, which would rather hurt their bodies than their feelings. People are less eager to seek novelty and taste new things in middle age, and they prefer to choose some reliable food outside. The willingness to fight wine is less, the courtesy toasts are more, the grandiloquence is less, the beauty is more pleasant, the big fish and the big meat are less, and the coarse tea and light rice are in charge. The green mountains couldn’t be covered. After all, they flowed eastward. Facing the laws of nature, they cared more about the feelings of their bodies. They responded calmly to the scenes without making noise. When people reach middle age, more tolerance adds a responsibility, and they treat their families better. When I was young, I was angry with my wife, and I always liked to dictate and fight for the upper hand. In middle age, people found that unnecessary disputes were actually a waste of life. It is said that men are made of mud and women are made of water, but in middle age, I feel that I am Water, wife and flower, and whether the flower of wife is withered or colorful depends entirely on my grasp of pouring water. When people reach middle age, they often act as family doctors to massage and massage their families to help them retain their youthful appearance. Once it seemed that I had a heart of the world and disdained to do housework in the kitchen. Now I sing more pots and pans, and I am always happy that I can provide a good meal for my family. People are increasingly grateful in their middle age, and they know better how to cherish and repay their parents’ nurturing feelings. When I was young, I liked to contradict my parents, but now more is how to follow the old people’s wishes to make them happy. Reading the article Lu Kaijin, a villager, “out of my father’s sight”, I deeply felt the grief that his son wanted to raise but could not wait for him, which deeply inspired me to prepare for a rainy day, they try their best to arrange them to go out and play while their parents are still able to walk freely. Every year, whenever they have the chance, they will arrange them to travel with groups. Going to Beijing and going to Guilin to climb grandma and visit South Guangdong, which opens their eyes and makes them. When people reach middle age, there is more tranquility and less restlessness. When I was young, I had already stepped out of the door without having a bite of food in my mouth and swallowed my legs after three meals. In middle age, people began to learn to make tea and taste life at home alone, and to knock the keymouse and make sentences in order to stir up. When people reach middle age, it is like a boat to the center of the water. Looking back on the past shore, it is vaguely hopeful to overlook the other side of the distance. Being in the center of the water should be the most beautiful scenery in the journey of life. In the middle age, the autumn wind is refreshing, and the scene of thousands of kinds of Frost and competition freedom is so exciting. Looking up, the sky is clear, the wind is light and the clouds are light, laughing at the prosperity of the world. As in 2012-5-13 Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) 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. 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