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On an unexpected dusk, by the lake in late autumn, the people on the fence beside the bridge stared at the blue waves with soft light, and their faces were filled with the touch of peace. I am still on that familiar corridor, chasing the graceful time with the steps of youth. Beside me, an old man was already intoxicated by this landscape, and that scene was like a painting. If it weren’t for the continuous laughter, I am wouldn’t believe that he was insane. On the way back, I imagined why he was insane? Love? Money? Power? Career? I thought about all the things that could restrict, shackle and tempt people in the secular life, but finally it was still a mist and I couldn’t get any answers. But one thing is certain, he lost all the tired things such as professional titles, housing treatment, official positions, money, honors and so on that secular people have to rush about for, work hard, fight openly and secretly, so what is the point left in his heart? What is left must be unique, simple, eternal and persistent. This kind of thing brought him peace, peace, tranquility and detachment. However, to reach this state must be at the cost of loss. Maybe there is only one kind of pure thing in their hearts. When they were in US, did they think we were sick while they were normal? Are we normal? Whether the deception and disguise of this society are progress or regression. We have been used to saying the black one as the white one and the white one as the Purple One. In the end, the colorful one is a mess. The world moved forward in an orderly way, so that I often suspected that there were huge conspiracies buried deep in it. Everything about us seems to have been booked, and orders and laws are everywhere. Few people dare to break this order, Because once you get into trouble, you will put yourself surrounded by open guns and dark arrows. Even if someone steps forward, the society will never be remoulded by the end of a certain period of time. It will go on as it goes step by step. You can’t really get rid of the fetters and be unconstrained. Therefore, in the real society, if you have the emotion of freedom in your heart, it is no doubt that you pour the water of suffering on your own head. What the world needs seems to be just puppets. Only in this way can you walk through your life peacefully without any harm. If you ask more questions about this world, it will give you a fatal blow. Nietzsche asked too many questions, so he went crazy; Van Gogh also asked too many questions. He cut off his ears personally as a price. While Hemingway and echo simply asked about their lives. Hope is sometimes more painful than despair, just as waiting is more painful than death penalty. The great sorrow and pain of life also come from this soberness. However, it is these people who make me feel that the world can still make people live. Unfortunately, not everyone can complete an independent personality in this soberness. Many people are crushed into deformity or even fragmented by society. Then why not remove those dirty things and make enough space for beauty to make it fragrant in the atrium. Why do you want to make yourself so gloomy and depressed, open your mind, those unhappy, let it flow slowly without trace. There is nothing to be entangled with. What I finally fell in love with is just some unforgettable time, which has nothing to do with pain. Calm the flood of sadness in the heart, let silence precipitate those impurities, and bury them into deep mire from then on. Life is just like this. Believing in beauty is better than dealing with depression and indignation in a false and ugly dead end. Half sober in the world, perhaps this is the best living rule for ordinary people. A few years ago, I couldn’t figure out how Boyi died of hunger with such benevolence and why he was killed with such wisdom. Along the way, the experience of bumping and bumping answered many questions about children who were not worldly at that time. But when I heard those immature laughter again, I suddenly felt a feeling of loss. Those children were full of vigor, and I also had this kind of breath, but because of all kinds, they left me far away. Growing up seemed to be a matter of night. I never abused the plaque of that society again and again, but just smiled over. In a trance, I began to pity myself. The whole youth has been used to review youth, and the whole life has also been used to doubt life. Like (prose editor: yuiran) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. 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Thirty-year-old after

As the saying goes, living after the age of thirty is a big truth. After the age of thirty, life is no longer a gorgeous collection of poems, but a collection of books hidden in the years. Starry sky is the End of Dreams at the age of sixteen, and Nocturne in rainy season at the age of seventeen is the color of dream painting, 18-year-old summer starry sky is a romantic poem. The voice of loneliness at the age of 19 is a poem of graduation departure. Love at the age of twenty is very simple. Love at the age of twenty is a narrative poem for collecting dreams. Love at the age of twenty is a wandering epic. Love at the age of twenty is the beginning of a memorial poem. The starry sky at the seaside of twenty-two is a love poem, the story in the dream of twenty or thirty years old is the climax of youth, 24 seaside prayers are the collections of harvest poems, 25 years old fate is the bloom of life, 26 years old green sleeves are The Melody of Love, romeo and Juliet met at the age of 27, agengdilina at the edge of water at the age of 28, whispers in autumn at the age of twenty or nine, and wedding in dreams at the age of thirty. After thirty years old, youth is a prose of mood. Love is a classic prose, family is a pile of family prose, and work is a pile of narrative prose. We are our own readers. After thirty years old, youth is a documentary. Love is tea, emotion is coffee, marriage is teapot, family affection is red wine, and we are lovers watching movies. After thirty years old, life is a car to be upgraded. Family is the steering wheel, work is the wheel, life experience is fuel, we are challenging different models. After thirty years old, time is a song, joy, anger and sorrow is a staff, composing songs of different styles, from campus to love song, from love song to rock and roll, from network to bar, from bar to karaoke, from karaoke to light music, from light music to pure music let us record the craze and bloom of youth. Love is romantic and sad, the noise and loneliness of the city, and the anxiety and tranquility of the night. After thirty years old, we can’t remember the shadow of the past years. We will not continue the fantasy of youth any more. After thirty years old, we all learn to leave a place for our lover and a space for ourselves. After thirty years old, we all learn to be tolerant and generous, and to be kind to ourselves. After the age of thirty, we all look down upon the floating clouds through the precipitation and bleaching in our life. After thirty years old, we still keep the bottom line and principle of ourselves, and also keep a good root in our hearts. After thirty years old, we still have a smile, confidence and persistence. After thirty years old, we have no way to keep the passage of time. We have kept a memory. After thirty years old, we have no way to keep the vicissitudes of the sea, and we have kept a blessing. After thirty years old…. 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…