Catch-up pace of youth

There is a kind of beauty called cardamom age, which is green and beautiful, and a kind of passing time is like water. I can’t retain the hourglass of time, so I am trying hard to catch up with the shadow of youth, but time can’t stop, to retain the once beautiful possession for me. Inscription when the first ray of sunshine in the morning shines on my face. I am glad to say goodbye to the gloom of last night, looking forward to finding back today’s elegant demeanour. The feeling of sunshine is gentle. Warm, it has no dark haze and anxiety, soft like lover’s eyes, warm like lover’s broad arms, I enjoy its gentle touch and soft kiss. Intoxicated in this slightly cold autumn day. Rubbing my sleepy eyes, I stood in front of the wardrobe, facing the flashing mirror, stretching my arms and embracing my wake-up, but the figure in the mirror, how can it be so vague and confused. Am I no longer myself? I have forgotten myself in the youth station through the shuttle of time. This is not a severe winter. Why do I have the cold frost flowers on my temples, which are spotted and faintly visible, I was startled. Did I lose the vitality and innocence of the past. Old, the Wheel of Time rolled my youth ruthlessly. It had broken into 1.1 pieces of debris, only the deep folds at the corner of my eyes, which was nearly middle-aged, the shuttle of time is turning round and round, the pendulum of time is shaking desperately. As time flies, how many dreams and youth do I have. I can’t find my answer. At this moment, disappointment is accompanied by old age and closely connected with each other. I no longer have the elasticity of youth on my cheeks, the passion of youth flowing in my body, and the ignorance of youth in my heart. I kissed my eyes with gloomy tears. I stroked my forehead with my vicissitudes of palm. I comfort the passing spring with sadness. The last stop was a beautiful scenery. The next stop is a calm life. I tried my best to find my shadow, but now my steps have been exhausted. I have no imaginary and hazy feelings, but only washed and stripped my soul layer by layer. Cut the tip of my hair which was full of countless sorrows, and dyed the gray of my temples over and over again. Now I don’t need the green vitality of youth. But to walk through the difficult rest of life calmly, the vicissitudes of life, washing my humble soul, confused life, casting my stubborn personality and the lock of time. Imprisoned my impulse, the shuttle of time, put on my pale Mulberry appearance.. Heart pain. It is the fleeting time that cannot be recovered by steps. The diary is expressing day by day, which records my joys and sorrows. The calendar is also tearing page by page. I can’t pick up the debris, because time can’t stay for someone. The footsteps are rushing forward, day after day, year after year, carrying the lost annual rings. In my dream, I still look forward to the beauty of the next stop, and in my eyes, I still look for the lost youth. Therefore, facing the mirror of beauty and ugliness in the world, good and evil, I accepted the baptism of time frankly. I comforted my soul, because time carried away my past, what can be preserved is my real life now. I am fearless of wind and rain, and I am not afraid of getting old. I am grateful to life for giving me the most profound hardship again. Turning around, I still have no complaints or regrets. I will bravely step after my youth again, step by step. Go on in a calm and quiet state 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. 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…

Their today is our tomorrow.

Since New Year’s Eve grand auntie was ill hospital, every day and husband took the time to visit you. There was also an 88-year-old old man and a 70-year-old aunt living in the same ward with the second uncle. When I went to the hospital for the first time, I saw the old man’s daughter sitting on the bed. The old man leaned on her arms like a child. Her daughter fed the old man with water and massaged from time to time. The old man kept moaning in pain, saying vague words that only his daughter could understand. His daughter talked with his father patiently and humorously with a full face of smiles, without any irritation or dislike. Everything is so natural and skillful, a warm and admirable picture. I went to the hospital yesterday and saw my second uncle who had been out of danger. The worry in my heart was finally relieved. Sitting beside the sickbed of my uncle-in-law, listening quietly to her husband who likes chatting chatting with the next-bed aunt and her daughter. The aunt raised seven children in her whole life. All the children lived in the city. The aunt and her wife still lived in their hometown less than ten miles away from the city. This time when the aunt was ill, she considered that her son lived in the opposite side of the hospital and also opened a decent restaurant. In order to take care of the convenience, the old man was admitted to the hospital. My husband asked, is it the well-dressed couple who just came here? The old man said without complaint; Yes, now this son is very rich, living in a small villa, driving a famous brand car, and a pair of children and women graduated from college, having decent jobs, living with their parents-in-law, it can be said that there is everything in the spring breeze. The old man cried sadly and said sadly that the only thing he lacked was humanity. Since he went to the hospital, he didn’t come at all. Today he came, it was because his sister had a fight with his wife yesterday. The reason was that in order to give the old man a bowl of noodles, his wife was nagging and scolding her, and the younger sister couldn’t bear to argue with her, However, as a son, he helped his wife to blame his younger sister for being bad. The old man said that he never went to visit his parents during these years, no matter on festivals or festivals. Listening to the sad narration of the old man, watching them eating barrelled instant noodles and thinking about their son who was close to the hotel, they felt deeply touched. Where is your conscience for being a child? Sad indeed! Ah! The daughter of the aunt said a philosophical word; The only thing to do is to be a person is to be at ease, and to be a child should be filial piety first. Today’s them are tomorrow’s US! As a descendant of the Yellow Emperor, we are familiar with Confucius’s ethics and morality in the Three-Character Classic, and those who care about filial piety grow up. We know what loyalty and filial piety are? What is to blame? The kindness of nurturing is greater than that of heaven. Don’t wait until your son wants to nurture and you don’t feel sad. The fate of relatives is only once. Cherish the family affection that can only be possessed in this life. Advise those who lose filial piety and conscience to respect their parents and show filial piety to their parents! 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…