Years is……

Time is a river, and everyone has to cross this river. Time is a gust of wind, which passes quickly; Time is a book, in which everyone writes his own life. Time is ,,, in a hurry, no one can keep the footsteps slipping away quietly, from childhood to youth, from youth to youth, then middle age, old age, every step of life, they all leave deep or shallow footsteps on the beach of time. Every process of life is a process of innocence in childhood, ignorance and naivety in youth, passion and ambition in youth, peace and maturity in middle age, from simplicity to maturity is also a process of training, and there will be many ups and downs during the period. Time is a sharp scissors, which will smooth a person’s edges and corners; Time is a cup of water for forgetting love, no matter how much sorrow or happiness, it will be plain with the passing of time. Time is the continuous passing of annual rings. Everyone has to walk step by step, from primary school, middle school, high school, from college to graduation to work, this is the answer sheet given to us by years. We must finish the answer step by step. If the answer is done well, we will finish the end of a stage of life. Then we got married and had children, so the rest of our life rose and fell in the besieged city of marriage, and the process of life tended to be gentle and plain. The busy and tired pace of life became attached to us, what a pleasant thing to relax a little! Perhaps, life is like this, always in constant running and tiredness, in constant thinking, in the difficult trudge again and again. Life is no longer as beautiful as what we longed for in childhood, nor as simple as what we felt when we were young, but we are always helpless most of the time. From innocence to maturity, a heart will leave many stories step by step. In the story, there are feelings of time, every bit of life, and twists and turns of life. Read it, it is a kind of thick and heavy. No matter how much emotion and helplessness we have, we can’t keep the hurried steps of the years. Looking back, what remains in the years are only footprints of different shades, which are footprints of life, no matter how deep or shallow we are, we can’t go back to the past. We can only walk forward firmly until the road under our feet is no longer extended, which is the end of life. We can’t let life exist forever, nor can we let every day of our life be fulfilled, nor can we make ourselves happy and happy forever. But the only thing we can do is, it is to make the people you care about and love happy and happy. We should try our best to do everything well. As long as we have a clear conscience to people and ourselves, we will have no complaints or regrets. Years let us grow up slowly, and also let us mature gradually. When we were young, we were carefree, living in the arms of parents and the care of teachers. When you grow up, your life has changed. If you break away from your parents’ arms and teachers’ care, you can no longer easily make yourself cry. In the dead of night, I thought more about it. I remembered my parents’ old appearance and their white hair on their forehead, and I felt a lot of helplessness and sorrow in my heart. My child was older, but my parents were old, the filial piety and responsibility that everyone should fulfill are passed down from generation to generation. In this way, parents will not shed tears in their later years. Time makes us old, time makes us undergo trials, and time will also give us the key to life, let us open the door of life. Life is a subject of knowledge. We need to light it with wisdom, diligence, patience, confidence and so on. Only by lighting a bonfire to life can our life be colorful. Although there are many helplessness and sighs in life, we should not give up hope because of the sigh. We should believe that hope will always wave to us! It is because of the rush of time, the impatience of life and the short life that we have a belief: live a good life, don’t be tired by life, treat life correctly, and don’t let this life be dull, you should know that you cannot come again in the next life. Smart people grasp this life, stupid people wait for the next life. Time, Life, Life, along the way, there are bitterness and Joy ,,, open the window of happiness, then shine into the bright sunshine, release the lasting depression, and look for the real beauty, don’t care so much. The reason why people are tired is that they care too much, while the reason why some people have so much happiness is that they care less! Getting it is a kind of happiness, and why do you feel bitter about losing it? With a hope in your heart, you will have a better expectation. If there is spring in your eyes, there will always be hope! No matter what kind of time, we can’t stop the pace of time moving forward. One after another, the annual rings pass by us, and it won’t stop for anyone, and the only thing we can do is to hold its hand and follow it closely, moving forward calmly and naturally. With laughter, we cherish it. With tears, we hide it slowly and show the most beautiful mood and appearance. Time is very cool, and as long as we are grateful and always like to see the beautiful side, then the world is still very beautiful, and our life will also become beautiful. We should never lose the most beautiful ourselves at any time, because we are the masters of life and the creators of good life! 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. 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Comfortable life

The bigger people are, the worse the world will be. They don’t like to recite Tang Poetry and Song poetry, and they are more lazy in Ming and Qing novels. In January of the Spring Festival, they can be called mediocre. They are busy every day, but they don’t know what to do, or in the bed, all kinds of thoughts are different. However, the favorite one in the past was Song poetry. When I was still in junior high school in my hometown, when I was very bored, I planted flowers and willows, appreciated clouds and listened to birds, he was weak, wandering in the bamboo forest by accident, and outside the mulberry field, he really became a villager in Shan Ye, regardless of the world. After reading some song lyrics, no matter how boring life is, there can be more colors out of thin air! On a summer afternoon, you can spread a bed mat on the ground of the yard. At that time, the sky was clear blue, and I knew that there was a scorching sun in the sky, because there was a song from my ears that even the cicadas were weak, which was in the old branches behind my house that were older than me, and I was at the bottom of the peach blossom tree in the yard, stealing leisure in the shade. Holding the Book of Song people in his hand, there was the surging wind blowing in the forest beside his ears. He squinted his eyes casually, pretended to be asleep or really hazy, and tilted his body horizontally, following my wishes, I thought of Mr. Dongpo walking in the farm field in an afternoon like mine, his clothes were covered with rustling jujube flowers, but he was drunk, and I am was drunk by this weather. If he had money, he could go to the ancient willow and buy a cucumber to eat, which was just enough to quench his thirst, because this was really a hot season! I am better than him. As long as I open my eyes, I can see the heavy red wild peaches hidden in the branches and leaves of my peach tree. This is the July peach that the farmer said, and it is wild, what makes me happier is that I planted that tree, In addition to heaven and earth, I can be regarded as half of his parents. Thinking of this, I can always be happy for my masterpiece. My life is exactly what many gifted scholars in the Song family desire! Qin Guan wanted to plant peach trees in the sky, saying that no one appreciated them in the depths of the chaotic mountains in the world, but he dared not. He was afraid that if he was drunk, he would be heartbroken. Zhu dunru’s life was good, A cup of wine is full day by day, and flowers bloom in the small garden of the court. I sing and dance by myself and wander by myself. I can’t control the King Hou in the world. I am more happy than him. In my words, children are the best, that I am a child. Of course, I was better than many lyricist who hurt spring and autumn. They had a helpless fate, while I was just a child. I just looked at them with the eyes of a child, so I don’t know how to be sad, so I am the happiest! It was easy to fall asleep when I thought like this. When I woke up, Mr. Dongpo might just take off the saddle and sleep on the Green Willow Bridge, I should have dreamed of the Emperor of Heaven, dancing through the stars, and flying over the three mountains by the great Kunpeng, just like Yi ‘an Jushi, but what I saw was only a new moon, what I heard was just the Ravens with threads. When my dream woke up, it was just like a broken heart like Liu Sanchang. I stood by the bank of the green poplar and heard all the water birds fighting, recalling the family of drinking last year, people gradually grew up, or maybe they were old. Who would mention the old things and wake up for whom they were intoxicated? So far, they still hate less separation! It was just a dream, just like Yan Xiaoshan. In the season of falling flowers, people were independent and there was a slight rain. I saw swallows flying in pairs, recalling old friends. I was afraid it would be a dream when I saw them! Reading the sadness of song lyrics, we gradually touched the scars of life like the autumn in our hometown and the autumn in the south of the Yangtze River. What we love to render most is the sadness of the flying leaves, maybe it was the tenderness of a man that opened his eyes. With the wind and rain, we grew up so rough. I read Tang poems, that is, in the morning or dusk when we don’t like to ask questions one by one, we avoided the troubles of the world and hid in our own small building, quietly wait until the sunset in the western sky, the screen window at dusk, waiting for the woman under Liu Fangping’s works to drop tears gradually, waiting for du Muzhi to watch the woman named Cuizhu fall from the upstairs, like fallen flowers falling to the branches, falling in my heart, I feel dejected. In fact, only when I feel dejected can my heart calm down. Looking at everything in the world with a pure vision, everything is tender, and then there is you, then there is me. That’s how happy we are! It was still summer, maybe in the morning, I was woken up by the birds outside the window, but my head was still groggy and eager to have another dream, I lay down on the old mat that I had been lying on for many years and spread a poem of Tang in front of me. It was his luck that someone’s sentence jumped into my eyes, I will recreate the dream he had for too long for free! If it is dusk, if there is still some fog, the boat is in the open field, and the travellers are homesick, he said that such a vast sky is even lower than a short tree, he won’t be lonely to tears, because the moon knows people. The crescent moon hugged his whole soul closely. As time went by, du Zimei told me, the stars hang down in the plain field, the moon flows in the river, and life is alive for fame and wealth. When people are old and their careers are not successful, how can they give up! I always talk and smile, I love to lock the door, I don’t want to disturb the world, I want to shut the world outside the door, I want to sing happily with those elder brothers and friends alone! When it comes to ups and downs, boys will eventually grow into a mountain man after crying. It was this winter vacation, that morning when I woke up on the first day of the new year, I lay on the bed, thinking about the fate of the protagonists in my novels. I opened the curtains, only to find that the snow last night was a vast expanse of white, in the vast white world, I thought of the ending of those people in A Dream of Red Mansions. They also ended in a vast white snow. Time would pass and the universe would abandon us, our life was just a journey. I said, I didn’t say anything, and there was no need to say anything. Chuang Tzu had already made it clear that heaven and earth were beautiful, but he just didn’t say anything. Facing the rural areas in the south of the Yangtze River and the wild land in the snow, how could I not love deeply? Moreover, how could I not be crazy when I was talking about the heaven and the earth of Tang Dynasty and comprehending Zen and talking about Taoism? It was also the homesickness of Tang people on New Year’s Eve. Who wanted to fish in the deep mountains in coir clothes? What he wanted to fish was this universe. Li Taibai was the best. He was drunk for a lifetime and dreamed for a lifetime, I have been crazy for a lifetime and won the reputation of being domineering for whom. Life was simply passed through by Tang people. When I saw myself, what else should I say, let our lives shine, not in this world, not in the future, but in the world, standing proudly in the sky with the power of poets! People are alive, in fact, that’s all. 2010-03-19 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…