Cursory, look at life

What kind of sadness, or grief, accumulates in my heart. Then it melted in the blood, shaking bit by bit. And what is hidden under the words is always my sadness and joy, which can never be touched by others. Therefore, life is gradually enlarged under the words. Life is a stove, burning memory, but constantly burning your ideal with fire. There is no choice either to enter or retreat. Walking back and forth, swaying, stumbling, this is life, hope and despair coexist. Every day, the sunshine rises and falls, which is the best proof. Night is always night, devouring human soul and depriving your memory. True goodness, or beauty and evil are gradually fading away, and all they have is the quietness of a cup of idle tea. There is no doubt that when it comes to life, human nature becomes naked exposed to the sun. From darkness to light, what a great progress this is. Sometimes, when you overlook the distance inexplicably, you always have the illusion that your soul is running, expanding and roaring. Yes, my soul is free, and the natural quietness will always belong to him. In the dark night, if you hold a cup of light green tea and let your eyes place those pages of words casually, what a pleasure it would be! Maybe people will say that you are not escaping? In fact, you don’t know how many people dream of this quiet night! If I give up words, can I leave my sadness behind and bury it in my soul forever. Most of the time, most people want such a life: no past, no memory. Some may only be bohemian. Indeed, people with memories are painful. When recalling and recalling, one will cry secretly. But if you open the window at this moment, it is still so quiet. In the warm night, I was woken up by the wind and could not find comfort. Walking, walking in your own memory, pain or loneliness will definitely control your life. It is so charming and intoxicating to be bold and unrestrained. In the misty rain, it was dyed with autumn color, singing and singing, laughing wildly and crying wildly. And that autumn, who shed tears all over the floor. However, life, what on earth is life, a meaningless chase, or a rebirth outside the wavy world. Fame and benefit, decay and glory, ugliness and evil seem to be circling around life forever. In the vast world, who can really light a green lamp, knock a wooden fish and walk away drizzly? Winter is coming, will spring be far away? Those exciting sentences are still lingering, hovering and singing, indicating the cycle of life and endless life. Life and Death are compulsory courses in life and cannot be avoided. And if one day the words are reversed unintentionally, then it is: Spring is coming, will winter be far away? Or add some sadness and confusion. Some people are busy and pursue fame and wealth all their lives, but in the end, they are deprived of their soul and freedom by fame and wealth. A group of Walking Dead, crying and howling in the world. All things are born with each other. Gold, wood, water, fire, earth. One link, one link, and finally integrated into one, into five elements. Buddhism has a saying: everything cannot be clouded, not clouded. Therefore, the beauty and quietness of all things are hidden in everyone’s body. From this calculation, life is five elements, and all living beings are just a phase in all things. 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…