Those secrets of desolation in the tree hole

Standing alone in the darkness and gazing at it, the cold stars hang in the Milky Way. In the night, the dried trunks still perished the few branches. The cold wind blows like a bayonet. Black, white, white and black are in front of us. Being Stabbed But unconsciously, half faint, half drunk, half awake. I can’t tell whether it is a dream or a reality. I don’t know which side of the earth is this mysterious space. There is a strong feeling that the soul seems to penetrate the atmosphere and the sky, just to find a corner that can be docked. Unbridled illusion and indulgence. Everything is difficult to be divided and understood. Perhaps, it is doomed to pass by this time. Flowers bloom and fade, tides rise and fall, after all, they are just joys and sorrows. Cutting a wisp of love and burying it into a tree hole was the deepest secret ever buried. Those years, those people, that time, that teenager. Now, are you awake or drunk? There is no answer… Sad wind, lonely star, Ravens, residual sound. As always, barren. 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…

Happiness is in the side

What is happiness? Some people say that happiness means wealth, status, happy marriage, longevity, health, beauty, success in career, good food, well dressed, good living, etc. In fact, this view is wrong, but this is not the case. Now there are many people with wealth and status, and they may not live happily. In fact, happiness consists of many happiness factors. When we prefer something (wealth, status, etc.), we think that getting these things is getting happiness. In fact, any kind of entity, such as wealth and status, itself is not the essence of happiness, but a certain cause of happiness in life. Happiness is felt by the heart. Only a healthy mood can bring happiness. In a bad mood, even if you are an emperor and have the power, status and wealth of the world, you will still live a miserable life. Now there are more people pursuing happiness and fewer people getting happiness. Why? It is mainly because of the wrong concept that happiness is unconditional and depends on luck. In fact, happiness is conditional, and nothing in the world is unconditional. Everything is made up of conditions. Take forming a chorus for example! There should be commanding teachers, league members, someone composing music and so on, which are all tangible; Other intangible factors include the enthusiasm, confidence, morale, internal harmony of League members and so on. While pursuing happiness, we must have the conditions for happiness and pay the price first. If you don’t want to pay and just want to get, there is absolutely no such thing in the world. To accomplish anything, there is always a price for some time, some painstaking efforts, some money and some labor. There is nothing to gain without work in the world. Happiness must loyalty. Loyalty is a loyal person. On the surface, he often suffers losses. In fact, he takes advantage of it. Because a person who is loyal and doesn’t care about others, his children are all excellent, his wife is also very virtuous. Therefore, to suffer losses is to take advantage. We must be honest. Honesty is sincerity. There are many people who are honest and honest, but their attitudes are casual and their interpersonal relationships are not harmonious. We need to live happily and have a good interpersonal relationship. If you don’t have affinity and get along well with others, then you will be annoyed every day. If you are sincere, even if you do something wrong, others will forgive you. Pursuing happiness must be modest. Modesty means modesty, tolerance means tolerance. There is no perfect person in the world, there are sunspots on the surface of the sun, and there are slight flaws in the white color. There is no perfect thing in the world, and you must tolerate it. If you firmly believe in cause and effect, you will be more tolerant, because mistakes are always troubles. If you say a wrong word, you will immediately cause troubles. If you mishear it, you will be annoyed. Others are not talking about you at first, but you suspect that they are talking about you. Then aren’t you asking for troubles yourself? Most people who are willing to tolerate are happy; Those who cannot tolerate will not be happy. They have cold war with others all day long, but you will defeat yourself instead of others. Happiness must awe. Revere God and Buddha. Confucius said that a gentleman has three fears: fear of Destiny, fear of adults, and fear of the words of Saints. The Kung Fu of Confucianism in Song and Ming dynasty is to respect and preserve sincerity. Lord Jing, it doesn’t mean that no one around can relax and be casual, or just like seeing a big guest. This is the spirit of being cautious and independent. To be honest, to respect every object, not to be angry, if you are unhappy, then drop the spoon for the meal to the ground, which is called disrespect, it didn’t offend you, why did you drop it? This call angry. We should respect people and everything. Happiness must be cautious. Zhuge Liang’s life was based on prudence. You should think twice before you speak, and leave a half sentence at your mouth. You should be careful and cautious in everything you do, so that you won’t get any trouble or damage happiness. People will not be happy if they live in troubles. If they want to live in troubles, they should be especially cautious. Many people speak wildly and casually. The first time they say something wrong, the second time and the third time they still say something wrong. Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow and even next year are still the same, which is called not cautious. Caution means being cautious in words and deeds. Only when we speak casually and do things casually can we cherish our happiness. Only by cherishing happiness can we own and maintain happiness. Therefore, caution is a common saying, but it is very important. Happiness must be grateful. When you think about yourself living a happy life every day and a family living a happy life, you must be content and grateful. People cannot be born in this world without their parents’ ties. In the process of growing up, food, clothing, housing and transportation depend on others’ contributions, so that they can live by themselves. While the free love of sunshine, air and water, the care of parents from nature, the care of the country’s cultivation and education, and the complementary assistance and friendship of the public, they are all things that we should know, be grateful and repay in this journey of life. Buddhism advocates four kinds of kindness: Thanks to heaven and earth, parents, the country and all living beings. Why do you want to thank all living beings? Because I can’t live without all living beings. Can you be Robinson? No, so be grateful. Only when you are grateful can you be kind, and only when you are kind can you be blessed. If you are not kind, sharp, and ungrateful, then you will not be blessed, and your blessings will be destroyed by you. Happiness is just a personal feeling. It depends on how you treat it. Therefore, we should spend every day happily, very relaxed; Cherish what we have now, very satisfied; Grasp the time, leave no regrets, very fulfilling. A happy person is not because he has much, but because he cares less, knows how to discover and find, and has broad mind and elegant demeanour. Most of the time, happiness is as simple as this, spreading like weeds and spreading like air in every space. As long as you pay attention to it, it is actually very simple to get it. People live in different environments. As long as blessings and calamities depend on each other and happiness mix with each other, the feeling of happiness will come one after another as long as we deal with the world calmly, look down on gains and losses, and actively explore the good side of life. Remember, happiness is around us, right in front of us, right in the minutes of time and space. 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…

Fall season of petals

Time passed like silk, and loneliness was hidden in the creases of paper planes. Days flow on the gravel of memory, holding the humid time, afraid that the years will dry, picking up the falling petals, under the soft green flowers and shadows is the thorough rough years. The inscription is gradually frozen in the mind of wandering constellation, and the scene is sentimental in the residual fragrance of years and plaster. The misty heart lake is full of waves and waves, and the past as thin as cicada wings is falling day after day, dancing lightly down on the memory gravel. Walking through the country paths, the village head is big in that remote hill. In the fifth grade of primary school, I dropped out of school with a partner. My parents hoped that we could herd cattle and cut firewood together. The pure and gentle thought was also free in this way, without the tone of the teacher’s coarse scolding and blaming, without the gray and stagnant eyes of parents. We play in the verdant high and cool mountain everyday, and like climbing down the mountain stones to pick the white and fragrant wild lily in the deep grass. The stream on the mountain is always full of ginger flowers, and the mountain is full of that kind of smell, sometimes trance, sometimes clear, but sadness and depression are hidden in the heart. At that time, we were like clouds wandering in the sky carrying Happy Dreams. I am used to haunting the lonely gray air with songs, and I like to smooth the ups and downs of tiny marks with smiles. Glancing at the dimly longing and looking up gently in the glancing eyes, tears wet the dim heart and lonely and free days. In autumn, I watched the Camellia scattered in the corner of the campus. The snow-white petals are as beautiful as lilies and ginger flowers on the mountain, which are the tremors of time and the reappearance of the Pavilion of time. When I returned to school, I always told myself that I would not give up studying any more. What made me sad for no reason was to redouble my efforts. Second, wipe the tears that have faded my face, thinking of the young years that I wasted, I used my hard work to retrieve the hurried time. My parents were very upset when I was in high school. Other people’s daughter worked to earn money, and I was still studying. The estrangement between two generations, the hidden pain and the sadness and self-abasement painted in the corner of eyes. Quietly turn pages to the yellowed diary in the drawer, write a beautiful life with words, and make the years look like youth. The joys and sorrows of yesterday will not come back for me. I will hesitate in the ups and downs, and look for hope in the tidal night. Use time to write down pale and falling. In the first year of senior high school, the scores were always in the top. In senior three, Cheng Tu’s confusion made me float on the thin ice with astigmatism. Tired of the reciprocating Road, the trembling lotus leaf is not my enthusiasm for waiting, and the falling lotus petals are my withered heart. Before the college entrance examination, I didn’t attend classes any more and ran to the river with my deskmate every day in a daze. The sky is always so blue, and the green vegetation and flowers are red, implying that smiles and sadness are hidden deep in the approach of the college entrance examination. We exclaimed the hazy twilight, and the time was short, listening to the swaying wind leaves of the bamboo forest. After the college entrance examination, we live in our memory. Hope in the tears of summer. The deep and shallow lotus leaves flying in the wind are covered with pink petals. Fish in the pond, flowers in the water, all petals fall in the memory of seasons. The three rails are carved in the steps of gradually moving away. From the south to the north, the swaying years of light Moon and yellow sand can’t be seen, and there is no dark voice in my ears anymore, wandering in the university time. The sudden military uniform and sinking were dusty in the chaotic sand last night, and the dream was waiting in the harvest season. The beautiful campus flowers are in full bloom, and I appreciate the rich and gentle flower clusters beside the flower stems. They bloom among the green leaves. What has never been forgotten is the Gardenia, the pure and tiny flowers are stretching round and clean. When the smile against the wind is no longer fragrant, when the flowers fade and fade yesterday. The fragrance of petals left in memory is sparse on the gravel, the flower season can be arranged for a short time, and the memory can extend to infinity. Fourth, on the road full of snow and snow, at the moment of coma, the wind and frost haven’t been eroded, the winter dust hasn’t been scattered, and the green season is far away from me. Mei and I agreed to spend the winter vacation in Beijing. It was the first time that we stepped onto the social stage. Working in wine, since I choose service industry, I want to achieve humanistic service attitude. The sunshine keeps silent, and we are pressed at the bottom. The taste of spring is like smoke dipped in drowning. In lonely days, spring breeze will blow across the eaves. After walking a long way, your feet are covered with blood, which is the bitter bile flowing out of youth and the sad sigh that Gesanghua splashes red blood. Seeing all kinds of people, the green with heart and spirit raises the steps of the day. Snowflakes reveal the lonely light, and the pleated life crosses the hair tips of countless people. Clouds accumulate in the heart, and raindrops drop in the heart. The fleeting years in the dusk without panic, the melodious and thin figure of snowflakes outside the window, and the lamp in the room shining on the heart wandering and sleeping alone in the north. Hope is burning in the frustration, feelings are still there, and the gradually tightened wind reveals warm blessings. We Mercedes-Benz left a long winter and flawless memory in the years. Five pictures of warm wind blowing through, vast plain, desert and long sky, and the broken mountains and rivers with eyes raised are already history. We murmured in the dusk of early spring, and the quiet campus was full of spring. What glides is the birds of self-abasement, and what flies high is the dream of youth with wings. Flowers fell, petals sank life, I no longer lingered, a stack of petals of dreams hid that smile. Six in the dark blue tears page by page, my sadness is fading. I bound it into the pages of my memory at the dawn of falling petals in a season. When it withered, it was no longer, and what reappeared were only the vicissitudes of sun and fleeting years. Falling in the season, the petals on the memory gravel shine with silver dew forever. Like (prose editor: prose online) 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…