In the candlelight father

When I came to the world, I always thought that my father and mother who brought me here would accompany me through my whole life. However, the reality was not like this. My father was surprised, before I got used to the life train, I got off the train alone. —— Free Flying Flowers message father when I threw all my sorrow and helplessness onto the paper, when I eagerly placed all my dreams and hopes on the words, I found that, compared with the miserable life, those venting seems so pale and weak, and the happiness buried in the book will never make up for the shortcomings of life. I stretched out my hands and tried my best to catch happiness, but I couldn’t catch it at all. With tears streaming down my face, I had to wait quietly, waiting for my father. You looked at me quietly in the candlelight, and the smile was still so warm; father, you once said that if you die, we can’t give up. You said that if you fall down, we must be strong. Looking at your strong smile, I told myself to work hard. However, when one day death really approached me, I still couldn’t believe the cruel reality. Facing your gradually cold body, I suddenly found myself so weak, because in the long life, you are the pillar of your family, and the world without you will collapse. Tell me, what should I do in the face of disaster? Facing the huge pressure, I can’t cry or stop, let alone give up. I must continue your path with strong heart and unyielding perseverance. I thought that only through the growth of suffering can we reap the fruits of happiness, and only through hard efforts can we get rewards can we appreciate the beauty of life. However, I didn’t know that I was wrong until I watched you gradually leave me and when the ruthless reality woke up my brain, not all lives will have good results, and not all efforts will be rewarded. Therefore, we must strive to seek life in the vicissitudes of life, and let sufferings and beauty grow old. Only in this way can life be gorgeous. I once said that even if the Sky collapsed, I would bow my back and try my best to find a living space for myself. However, I didn’t know that I was wrong again until I was helpless and weak to face death farewell, and when I cried and questioned Cang Tianshi. It is not wrong to bear suffering. The important thing is to slowly melt tears into smiles. In the face of suffering, I should not only be strong, but also have no choice but to accept everything. When the years turn into rivers and the vicissitudes grow old, I will treasure every bit of the past in my memory, thinking of those miserable years, I will let tears flow; I will bury the trace of regret in my heart seriously. I know I can’t be weak any more. I want to make my mother live a carefree life. Therefore, I can only laugh and cry and change tenaciously…… Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) 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…

Do Cool Woman

I never liked the prosperity of spring and the publicity of summer. In the cycle of four seasons, I was stubborn in the vastness of autumn and the indifference of winter. I never liked the warmth of Red and The flaunt of yellow. In the colorful red, I prefer the simplicity of White and the coolness of blue. I never liked the noise of being full of friends and the crowded fashion trend. In the changes of the world, I chose a slight smile. I live in a cold color, and my time flows in repeated cycles, silence and no wind; My story becomes the past in the uproar of personnel, lonely and speechless. Looking back on the 18-year-old age, I have never seen the brilliance of youth. I like the delicate white and quiet Blue, a white T-shirt without decoration and a light blue jeans, which constitute the color of my youth. I like quiet days, and there will be less wonderful stories in the years. A book, a glass of water and a piece of music form the main melody of my youth. Time flies away with dreams. It is not the vicissitudes. Many people, many things, and many changes are enough to make people sigh. The tranquil blue no longer belongs to me. I never like carving, simple white and black, plain and straight hair, hanging a natural, with a little local incense, even if it is integrated into thousands of people, it will not be lost, or only three or five people, it will not be conspicuous. The long river of life is not always fragrant grass and setting sun. It is hard to avoid meeting the wind and waves on the rocks. It is used to Bearing sorrow and happiness alone: put yourself into a piece of gentle music, which is either sentimental or affectionate, but it must be as clean as the autumn sky, as clear as the lake water in spring, making my heart calm and bright with the music; Empty myself, sink into a mood essay, forget yourself in the words, it is either scenery or lyric, but it must be clear and beautiful; When it is integrated into a Ups and Downs story, it is either sad or joyful, but it must be warm and touching. Therefore, my sadness is no longer lonely, my loneliness is no longer lonely, and my loneliness is no longer lonely. In the coldness, there was no publicity, no pouring out, no noise. I was alone, quiet and quiet. With the fleeting years, I saw the fragrance getting farther and farther. Because of the good feelings, I have a lot of feelings in my heart. Accustomed to the expression of silence, I chose words. Tap with ten fingers, let your mood flow at your fingertips, knock out your sorrow and happiness, and give those who can understand, walk with them, between the lines, not far or near, silently accompany. Don’t want to wake up someone’s heart with words, because that kind of acquaintance is short and easy to die. If he doesn’t care about your sorrow and happiness, even if he gets occasional warmth, he will only get longer coldness; don’t want to use words to let anyone see yourself. If he has never been optimistic, even if he is touched by a few words, it is difficult for him to remember you in a long time. I am still young, and I don’t want to make myself too vicissitudes. While my brain is still full and my fingers are still flexible, I want to do something that belongs to me and only belongs to me, for myself and for my heart. If possible, I want to draw a beautiful arc for myself and tell myself that I have been to this world. While the waist is still straight, the legs and feet are also convenient. I want to wear my favorite clothes and go to places I like, such as the south of the Yangtze River like glass. I am so ordinary, and I don’t want to make myself full of fireworks. Sometimes I talk with friends about topics belonging to women. There are not many people, so don’t be enthusiastic. Two people, gentle whisper enough, friend must be the most intimate one. Sometimes I would wash the cups over and over again, seeing those beautiful glasses become crystal clear in my palm, and my heart would have a happy feeling. Not fierce, but must give the heart full of bright sunshine. There are too many colors, too many people and too many things in the world. We forget ourselves and only remember the world. Maybe we are always thinking, maybe we are always choosing, maybe we are busy, and our life is colorful. However, when we are old, looking back on the years, we may regret to find that we have lived, but not for ourselves. We live in the secular world, in the preferences of others, and in the confusion. Take the long love for a lifetime, make yourself calm for a lifetime, compose a melody of life, choose a color, and tune a sketch of yourself. The clarity between eyebrows is like the autumn sky, reflecting the quietness of the Heart Lake. Tell yourself that this is the only thing I can’t copy in the world. Being a cold woman is not a self-admiring person or a scumbag, but the only one in the world. 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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