If time has an old face

Women are red apples when they are not married, green apples when they are married, yellow apples after a few years of marriage, rotten apples and rotten bananas in the rest years. The most painful and fearful feeling of a woman is that with the precipitation of time, her beauty will not appear, dim and pale, and the flowers will bloom and fade. Zhang Ailing suggested that people should be famous early and young. At the age of seven or eighty, I am responsible and know the destiny. Walking alone in the end of the world, lonely and lonely, the people who love and accompany you leave you, leaving you painful memories. Women always keep the mentality of red apple and refuse to be deep and crafty in the city; After the washing of time and calm, after the training of life, they still face it calmly. Material money cannot tempt women’s heart. Women’s happiness is based on sweet language, imagination of romance and life, away from tacky, pursue to remember their own men a lot, choose more than enough space, proud woman is like a princess. Women should always keep the charm of green apples, green and chewing-resistant. Women’s aura can sweep across the ocean, but they are mature, deep and restrained, without affectation or publicity, knowing the bitterness of life without being discouraged and depressed. Women can mobilize all the charms and resources that women possess. In interpersonal communication and career life, they can communicate with people around freely, just like a fish in water, believing that the world belongs to women, only when there is a woman’s life can there be color. A woman gives her heart to a man and gives it to life. There are both romance of love and happiness of life. Among them, the sentimental emotions may also conquer those who look at you secretly. Reality and imagination have both, where there are women, there will be prosperity, economic development and material abundance. Women should refuse the qualification of yellow apple. The smell of yellow apple is not worth recalling. Her face is sallow and her heart is sluggish and yellow. After experiencing the changes of emotions such as romance, jealousy, anger, loss and so on, and a series of blows of life, women are engraved on their faces. Women are a little tired and their hearts are ups and downs, the battered woman once again raised her emotions, re-selected her life, chose her own goal, and looked at everyone’s everything with wisdom and what kind of life she wanted, when you can’t change others, you can change yourself, live freely, calmly, gracefully and happily, and refuse the imprints carved on your face by years. Love should be deep, heart should be ruthless, and happiness cannot wait. Understand that time treats everyone equally. As long as you keep a young and not old heart, women will live a glorious life. They will get what they want and ignore the world. Success and failure are all in laughter. Women are rotten apples, which are in the eyes of bystanders, in their families, relatives and children, women are sweet babies, lovely and respectable sweet babies. As long as a woman refuses to be old in her heart, she will not be old. She believes that time has an old face. 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. 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…

Quiet

I seldom feel quiet, as if it was a very distant thing, as if it was a golden crown on the head of a generation of kings, as if it was a rare and precious metal from another planet at midnight when the spring rain was drizzling, with a pair of sleepless eyes opened, listening to the company of a female host on the radio until dawn, a restless heart became more and more quiet. So I thought, how many people tossed and turned in the depth of midnight? How many souls can’t fall into dreams after being washed by the world of mortals? Then I thought of my distant childhood, as well as distant villages and summer. When I was young, I could open a pair of eyes that were not soaked by the red dust and overlook the starry night sky, listening to the sound of cicadas in the green trees, the young heart seemed to calm down at that moment. In the sweet and vigorous sleep of the night, I dreamed of stars all over the sky and summer cicada’s tireless dance. I didn’t know when I was on the journey and began to suffer from insomnia all night, the melancholy heart was like a heavy roller, which almost suffocated me. When life enters my mind from different directions, when my thoughts accumulate into dust that cannot be cleared, I can’t calm myself down and do what I want to do as I wish, concentrated concentration has become a passing cloud, and it is replaced by absent-minded or unconscious. When endless reverie gathers in my heart, my thoughts are becoming a weird low shrub, all my longings and dreams are covered in this endless shadow. It is undeniable that I feel strange to myself, as if my soul is passing through, is escaping from the palm of my will. The heart was floating at that moment, just like the clouds on the horizon, which could not find the destination and direction. The quietness gradually faded away, and it had become the fairy tale of young people. After reading Zhou Guoping’s essay “quiet”, what I got was a moment of silence and continuous meditation. I didn’t find a real panacea. My brain was like a bomb that could explode at any time! Although I know quietness is a realm of life and a kind of elegant and healthy mental state, I am a wild horse that can’t control the running thoughts. It was not until one day when I saw a temple and an old monk chanting sutras in the wild mountains far away from the hustle and bustle of the city that I truly realized the secret of quietness. Although I couldn’t keep the six roots clean, I was still much empty. I tried my best to refuse the desire of suffering for gain and loss and constant expansion, and let my thoughts belong to the simple and pure original ecology, so that I could feel relieved, only in this way can we fall into a peaceful realm again. Once upon a time, I was driven by the monster of desire and ran wildly in the messy Mire. Facing the immortal old monk, I understood the meaning of Zen, and even more understood the calm and natural coolness of my heart. Then let the heart clean up, empty and empty, let the barren thoughts roll aside, what I need is real thinking and life. This night, I dreamed of the starry sky of my hometown that I had not seen for a long time, and heard the joy of summer cicada floating from the green trees. I really slept quietly, in the wonderful Dreamtalk, I met again completely in my childhood when I went far away. Of course, this is not an end, but a brand new beginning. 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. 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…