When I was in high school, I wrote this sentence: I remember how many people were surging in the past, and today I still have to wait for my great achievements. I believe that on the road of life, no matter you are the leading role or the supporting role, you should play your own life well. No matter how successful you are, or how useless you feel; No matter what you gain or lose, please keep smiling. Just as Han Han said: "In life, many successes and failures, gains and losses are not what we can expect, and many things are not what we can bear. But as long as you work hard, you will get a peace after paying, and what you get is actually a kind of happiness. "
In fact, I quite like this sentence: those who understand know how to give up, those who are sincere know how to sacrifice, and those who are happy know how to be detached. For those who don't love themselves, what they need most is understanding, giving up and blessing. Too much self-love is begging for charity. To love and be loved is a happy thing. There are always some things in life that don't belong to us. When he wants to leave, please let go and don't let them become pain. I once had a crush on a girl, and I was always "cold" to her. No matter what she asks me to do, I will try my best to satisfy her. But that's it, we are still not together because of actual work and geographical problems. Love is like a gorgeous ball. The person who teaches you the first dance step may not be able to accompany you to the end. (Except for special circumstances, of course).
Time flies, life has geometry. People come and go, and the scenery remains the same; Years don't stay, see spring again. Flowers bloom and then fade. Like rain embracing the earth, I can't bear to leave. Spring has passed, and now it is summer.
I don't know when I began to like the night. In front of the computer, I recall the traces of the past, and my mood is always so restless. As Zhang Ailing said: "Some precious things can be seen everywhere in the quietly passing time, which makes people happy all morning and all their lives. It's like at this moment, I think of those people who walked together in the fleeting time. In life, some memories are destined to flash back and forth, even if they are forgotten, they are only temporary. Time flies, and there is nothing I can do about it. The only thing I can do is to tap the keyboard and write something down, making her an indelible part of my memory.
In the year that shook my heart, people got together and the moon was shining high; Looking at the present, things are human, and the moon is human.
Goodbye, youth; Goodbye, beautiful smile.
Please be more original.
Have a nice day.
Time flies Prose 2 Wandering in a strange city, looking for a familiar figure.
I'm sure more than one person is so obsessed. This obsession is a bit paranoid and paranoid. This obsession is not without reason, but comes from a lonely mentality. Although, I want to get rid of that demon again and again, for this reason, I have interrupted my creation many times. Now it seems that escaping from him is really a delusion, and sometimes I will acquiesce in it.
Strangeness gives me a chance, but I need that little familiarity.
This kind of thinking is very weak at first, and it may be suffocated by money all the time; Later, he grew as fast as money; I'm going to exchange this money for that faint familiarity. What a terrible idea! If one day, the plan becomes a reality and the plot is successful, I can only tell myself: "You are really crazy!" "
Strangeness is exclusive to young people.
I didn't even recognize this sentence before. Maybe, at that time, I firmly believed in his existence, but I was still young.
Now, I am not old, but I am not young.
Watching many friends leave one by one, get married, have children and start businesses, every day this group of people around them silently say "leave" and look forward to "leave", as if this is a hell full of evil.
That's how I exist.
From one hell to another. They have this feeling.
What I need is not to escape from "hell", but to find a little familiarity in a once strange city.
Familiarity is fatal to me. He is my addiction and an irresistible temptation.
It's really such an idea that every time I leave my former stranger, I am reluctant to go. I know that this once strange city has a familiar street, a restaurant that I often go to, a well-known supermarket and a group of friends who laugh and scold.
During this time, I want nothing. I just want to find my familiar self in that strange city.
Time flies, time flies, and the change of the four seasons monsoon blows time. Unconsciously, I have trudged through the long river of life for so many years!
Years have changed the appearance and given birth to wrinkles, but they can't give birth to an eternal young heart!
Once hard, honed the will; Past sufferings have created optimism!
In recent years, there have been ups and downs, experienced personnel changes, and felt joys and sorrows. ...
In this way, I have experienced the ups and downs given by the years since I was a child, felt the profound connotation given by life, erased the local flavor, ran between villages, chewed my life, and released my enthusiasm ... So I moved forward step by step and experienced physical and mental maturity. ...
The foundation of a person's growth comes from his family. Family education is a vital first step in life.
When I was very young, my mother taught me earnestly, and every proverb accompanied me forward and inspired me to practice step by step. Once, I gained warm, touching and beautiful feelings. Thanks to the influence of traditional family thoughts, I have adhered to many beautiful creeds in my life.
The road of life, criss-crossing, strange: how many times I struggled in the rough, how many times I wandered on the cliff, how many times I shuttled through the thorns, how many times I ran in the wind and rain … I saved the day again and again, and defeated the difficulties again and again!
The past years are sentimental, and the past years are full of sadness; Experienced the baptism of wind and rain, experienced the interweaving of ups and downs, bowed to the colorless breeze and bright moon, and quietly washed away the feelings of the vicissitudes of life. Therefore, when I was young and ignorant, I was a little more mature; When I was young, I learned to take responsibility!
Once upon a time, there was pain and sadness; The past years are beautiful and unforgettable!
In the long years, being a son, being a wife, being a mother ... adapts to the change of roles, and each role is irreplaceable. Do your best to play every role, deeply integrate into each story, and present the ups and downs wonderfully.
Life always seems leisurely and hurried, seemingly dull and novel: suffering is accompanied by joy, anxiety is accompanied by surprise ... The unpredictable attitude of life changes rapidly, always giving us unexpected gains or setbacks.
I used to chase the running days in high spirits. I once embraced a colorful life with open arms. I once devoted myself to sincere feelings. I once tossed my hair lightly and threw my helplessness into the wind ... I fell down countless times, struggled to get up again and again, patted the dust on my body and held my head high stubbornly. Life-I know your test to me, and I thank you for giving me a profound meaning, making me grow up in mistakes and mature in experience ... I am used to the change of seasons, and I can no longer feel the bleak autumn wind and cold winter; Recognize the natural law of flowers blooming and falling, and accept the beauty of "falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud to protect flowers"!
There have been many sorrows in life, just like a river flowing eastward. ...
The moon is full of rain and shine, and people have joys and sorrows-feel full of happiness and accept the regret of missing; Cherish the happiness of getting together and be indifferent to the feelings of parting.
Look at the sky, vast and boundless; Looking at the sea, it is boundless ... the inner epiphany is often only a moment.
Experienced the ups and downs of life; After experiencing ups and downs, joys and sorrows, I realized that things are impermanent and I no longer expect happiness to be eternal!
I have walked countless roads and met all kinds of people! No one smiles at each other, but someone is destined to continue!
Sunshine is always after the storm, and darkness is always before dawn ... I firmly believe that all terrible words will become a ladder to inspire people to progress. As long as you are not discouraged, as long as you are not afraid, you will reach the ideal mountain step by step!
After years of precipitation, I realized this troubled world. Be grateful for the gift of life, cherish everything you have, live in the present, and happiness is not far away.
Time flies, don't change your original intention. Strength is still accompanied by character, and kindness is still rooted in the heart; Optimism inspires progress, self-confidence makes a wish! Embrace life with love and face hardships with optimism! Melt indifference with compassion and convey good thoughts with sincerity!
No matter how muddy the world is, purify your heart, just like a lotus flower "emerges from the mud without being stained"!
No matter how the world changes, watch the clouds roll and the full moon. ...
Outside the window, the reddish sun is shining brightly, and a beam of warm sunshine shines obliquely in front of my bed through the gap in the curtain. The warm sunshine shines on my chest and fluctuates evenly, but I am still deeply immersed in sleep, and my dream has never been awakened by the oblique and dazzling sunshine.
Last night, the autumn rain continued, and there was wet and cold air under the sky. It's late at night, and everything is silent, but I still lean against the window with my tired body, look at the silent night that pervades the whole city, and deeply inhale the fragrant air of the new pure land, and enter my heart one by one. I haven't felt this way for a long time, which makes people feel very comfortable.
Old sad music once again gently cuts through the silent night. She caresses my heart and opens the pages of memories hidden in my heart. These past years, full of happiness, bitterness, sadness and heartache, are repeated in my mind again, stirring and impacting my thoughts.
I began to feel so fragile that my heart could no longer resist how to carry any lonely words and songs. I am the only one left, but I can't resist the impermanence in my heart, and I can't open the curtain of memory. It has been a contradiction for many years to spoil these' lonely words'.
At the end of the song, people broke up, and at the end of the song, many ups and downs began and ended, which made my restless heart never have a chance to try the taste of peace and tranquility. These are all for myself, just because there is a youth love song buried in the clear autumn season. I'd like to think about it. I want the feeling of ringing the bell in a happy time. A section, a section is hard to give up, the quiet warmth in my heart belongs to you and me, and it can't be too gentle in reality.
The breeze is floating in this quiet city, and trembling branches and fallen leaves are swaying in the lonely rainy night. In this dark and quiet sky, I obliquely praised a tangled yearning, which made me cry gratefully. I fell in love with this lonely yearning embedded in silence and peace.
A little light broke through the darkness on the edge of the dark sky, and I collapsed in a double bed exhausted, sleeping so sweetly and deeply. In my dream, I met the girl who made me feel bad ... a crystal tear, residual canthus and canthus, and a breeze slowly lifted the curtain, brushed my face and gently wiped away the tears. Yes, this has become a thing of the past, but now I can only love in my dreams, which makes me never happy.
Warm sunshine filled my whole bed, and I lay in bed as usual, washing away the sadness and joy of last night with the passing years. It is sad to be pregnant in the season when the indus deep courtyard is locked in the clear autumn and the leaves fall like the spray of a waterfall. The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the autumn wind is rustling. In my fleeting time, I pieced together fragmentary notes and vacant lyrics and sang a song that resounded through my hasty fleeting time.
On an afternoon as cool as ice cream, the morning boy who stepped on the sunshine stepped into my own senior two, and strange faces seemed to announce to me; No more company from now on. A person's journey, and then wandering in the book mountain, feel the joy that words bring me. If unfortunate, I can only move on indifferently. ...
Yes, I moved on indifferently, but at the moment when I decided to move on indifferently, I met a perfect encounter between strange faces, walked quietly, wore a pair of glasses and a purple and white plain clothes, stared at you with a faint smile, and turned my pen. Everything around seems to be a foil, and it seems that there is nothing to say when chatting up. Simple pictures and carefree girls give people a comfortable feeling. At the same time, they are indifferent and have a yearning in their hearts.
Editor's recommendation: I just want to embed a beautiful state of mind in Farewell to Spring and let time fly by. I just want to ignore the years, do it with pity, experience it with cherish, and have a quiet look and quiet time.
I know that spring is about to leave and enter the next cycle. I put a touch of acacia in a colorful place with the most affectionate eyes.
The grass is still green and still attached; Dimfragrance is still floating, making an idea. Holding the softness of a bunch of wind and picking the purity of a drop of rain, I gently moistened my pen. When the pen tip falls, it is love that drips out; When words are connected together, they produce warmth.
Mo Dao, parting always hurts. The continuous rain did not wet my mood. At the corner of the season, I sow beauty with words, which is full of subtle poetry.
Spring and summer alternate, in fact, it is always so warm, just like a friend's farewell, with reluctance, but more of a prayer and blessing.
The wind of the years didn't take anything away, just wrapped it gently and hid it quietly. Then, stored in your memory and mine, we suddenly remembered it at a certain moment, so the days were full and the time was moist.
Yes, matter is immortal, and spirit is always there. As long as we believe, we can look at the alternation of seasons, the impermanence of wind and rain, and the ups and downs of life lightly and calmly.
There is really no need to have too much heart-pounding, too much sadness and joy. The world is stable and the years are quiet. As long as you have a quiet heart, there will be a touch of Jing Ya gently leaning on it, and there will be a faint comfort.
Perhaps, there will be a stormy night; There will be love that has nowhere to park. In life, some things are inevitable. Or maybe, there will be frustration, which will make your heart ache; There will be thin and cool, which will make the mood drop. In life, there will be some unpleasant feelings.
However, since we have worked hard, pursued and struggled, it should be enough. The real strong don't care about humiliation. Don't think about vicissitudes of life, don't remember hardships, be gentle and poetic, and write down the mark of love for every inch of time; Draw traces of love for every experience. I believe there will be moving, slowly flowing out, moistening the years.
In fact, a simple mind and simple feelings are the best way to happiness. After all, life is too short, so why take time to complain and regret? If you can look down on the gains and losses, sit in the world of mortals, look outside and let your heart be exiled in the ethereal world, isn't it a detached life?
Life is like a song, ups and downs, why care about inexplicable complexity and entanglement? Why not find a space, be sincere, be tolerant and release yourself. Time goes by, time goes by, it's all gone, although take it lightly, don't let your mood become your burden.
Spring goes to summer, summer to Qiu Lai, autumn to winter. The only thing we have to do is to cherish the present, cherish every moment, and strive to make every day our own moment.
I just want to embed a beautiful state of mind in Farewell to Spring and let time fly by. I just want to ignore the years, do it with pity, experience it with cherish, and have a quiet look and quiet time.
Time flies, seven nights of prose is getting deeper, the street is cold, but people are so sober. If a person's life should be perfect after all, with some regrets, then, on such a night, can I be a little confused and not have too many thoughts, even if I giggle mercilessly, at least I can tell myself: I'm not crying, I'm laughing.
Fragile heart, fragile life, in every living day, how much life and death we have to face and how much bitterness we have to bear. In the days when flowers bloom and flowers fall, clouds roll and clouds are comfortable, and the wind is light and the clouds are light, who can always keep smiling? Who can despise everything? A young life suddenly left, and life and death are different from now on. Regret may follow, but more is heartfelt emotion and a little helplessness.
Always sigh, life is short, things are impermanent, as long as we live as we please, don't care, don't force, and relax every day, we will certainly live well. In the dead of night, there is always a trace of loneliness climbing up into the mood, which makes you have to think: What did you catch when you came? So what if it's worth it? When one day, you lose everything, as long as we are still alive, that is the greatest comfort.
Years are long, and the heart is long. Some people say that I have changed too much. I just want to say that there is no change for no reason. I still smile, like spring breeze and sunshine. Who can see your tears after turning around? The moment I saw my mother hunched over, my heart suddenly hurt, and the tears at that moment finally fell uncontrollably at this moment. Perhaps in the eyes of parents, the clever and sensible girl is gone, leaving only a cold and selfish daughter.
When I can finally say loudly: I once lived for myself. It is not difficult to know what happened. The so-called "freedom" is too expensive In this life, it's really hard to meet someone who understands you, understands you and loves you. Life is long, who knows that you are cold and warm? In such a cold world, there are always more people waiting for jokes than those who care about you.
Time. Time flies. Shallow years. Laugh gently and sing gently, but you can't escape the faint sadness. It turns out that life is not what you want. You can live the life you want. On the world of mortals, maybe only one person walked with you for a while, that's all. Who will dance solo for you?
In this life, I will never give anything for anyone again. The rest of the time, I am just a tree that can stand the wind and rain and stand the cold. Let time be quiet, but my years are safe, so I don't waste time waiting for you gently. ...
Time flies. Prose 8 is not only beautiful, but also a proof of some vitality, not only ugly, but also a sign of some fatigue. Living in this black-and-white world, I am trying to subvert the trend. Exhausted youth, but unable to return to the original.
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The evening breeze, rushing through the desolate street corner, wreaks havoc on the thin landscape bamboo. The hiss of rustling stung Zuiyue's eyes through the long-abandoned wall. The moonlight is bright but cold, wrapped in tenderness but leaving a wound that hurts the bone marrow.
Staring at a piece of flying and falling flowers alone, I can't find a home after all. That little affection can be entrusted to the fast-flushers scattered all over the world. Where should I take such a heavy and tired body? If I can bury it, I hope to seal this tired body under fleeting dust.
Time flies and the years are frivolous. On the journey of youth, I drifted away, and the red carpet on the ground made the world noisy, leading to emotional sentences. Under the dark change of Zhu Yan, I painted a thoughtful love poem, which lasted for a long time.
As time goes on, people will change. Whenever memories are mentioned, they always hurt to the bone, and the sharp blade of years penetrates emotional sadness and inserts into people's hearts. Who can resist this fatal blow unless he insists on it till death do us part? He can resist the fatal blow and ask who wants to survive.
Falling into the abyss of missing, lost in the whirlpool of memories, even jumping up, it has already been devastated, leaving only sadness. Reality is no longer as beautiful as imagined, and fantasy is no longer a spiritual haven. Where can I go to let the dust touch me and drive across the ferry on the other side?
The scenery is still beautiful, but the dust has become an abnormal new look. If it's not depression, who wants to mention it and hurt the disabled? I always want to look forward to a touch of sunshine, and use its brilliance to clean the evil soul and wash away the thoughtful resentment.
A dream lifts the curtain of memory. Your eye socket is sunken, and you can't see the pupil on the other side who wants to wear colchicine. Your wandering posture swept over the balcony where you sat quietly, and it ended in a hurry before you could take away a trace of attachment.
The journey of exploring dreams is always unsuccessful, and I can't touch the edge of missing. As always, I am deeply impressed by recalling stories, and I am always obsessed with recalling the past. If I forget, I can't avoid thinking of it. How could I forget?
If one day, the riverbed of life can't bear the burden of sadness and sleeps in the orbit of reincarnation. Whether the fate of the afterlife will not repeat the mistakes of this life, so that the old photo that made you and me depend on each other will not be yellowed and look brand-new by the story.
I want to get rid of all these evil things and even escape from this abandoned memory. Maybe the entanglement of fate is the cause and effect of past lives. If my life is really so miserable, why have I struggled for so many years? I deeply feel that living is more painful than dying.
Perhaps, I never want to forget the story that kept me from leaving so many stories, longing for the free sky to fly and soar. Cross the wings of this life and come to the ferry of the afterlife. You and I are not accompanied in this life, and the afterlife embraces each other at the end of fate.
Time flies Prose 9 Time flies in a hurry, through toddlers, through young teenagers, to confused youth, until now adulthood. Like a blink of an eye. Only you can understand what's inside. The boy who used to weave a dream with a piece of paper is now building a world with words. Only his own world.
It finally began to rain outside the window, and the falling rain came at people with the breath of spring. The whole world is in a fog, which is a hazy beauty and fascinating. If you want to have fleeting time, you can walk more and more slowly. Let me hold a handful of spring water and reflect the face of a teenager.
Miss that simple time. At that time, when light is no longer simple, you will find that the world has become complicated, too complicated to integrate. Follow the footsteps of fleeting time and walk gently through spring, summer, autumn and winter. Learn to bear, learn to tolerate, and learn to exile yourself in the fleeting time.
At that time, when the light becomes cheap, you will find that the hateful thing about fleeting time is that it will make you feel lonely and helpless. Hold a handful of sunshine in your hand, but you can't feel its weight. You only feel tingling. A pain that goes deep into your bones, so you can't express it in words.
If the fleeting time is a beam of light, it will only emit the brightest light at a certain moment, and most other times are dim and impermanent. For example, in our life, you can choose to be dark forever, and no one can blame you, because this is life, an indisputable life. You can also choose the most glorious moment, but that moment is a major watershed in life. After the climax, the low tide is endless, and you will fall into eternal loneliness. Before that, you will be more lonely, because you put the weight of life here, and the essence of the fleeting time will bloom at this moment. If everyone chooses the same path, then time will become meaningless.
Time flies gives everyone a different mission and makes the world colorful. People who have dreams may be the happiest because they have pursuits.
Time is like a boat, sailing on the sea of life. No one can predict what will happen unexpectedly, and the only thing that can be grasped is one's own heart. Quiet place, the wind is light and the clouds are light. Sometimes there will be a bunch of ignorant anger in my heart, a ruthless curse on time, and why people are so different. In the colorful journey, I am not the first person to touch. Others can have smooth sailing, but they have to go through the wind when they are bathed in the rain. It is resentment, incompetence, loss, confusion and pain. Everything can only be shared with your heart.
I always hope to pick up a piece of sunshine to illuminate the gray life, and I always hope to leave a touch of peach blossom fragrance to drive away the bad luck of life. Weave a beautiful dream with the unhappiness of the fleeting time, oppress yourself in pain and show the most beautiful side you can show. Life is already very happy.
Time flies, prose 10, wrapped in the shackles of time, leaving endless years. The Buddha clock blooms, attracting distant eyes and outlining the ripples of time. And you, finally in the misty rain fireworks, pale.
Autumn leaves are quiet and beautiful, and the chill is getting stronger. Time makes people precipitate, and years make people linger. And we, in the past, forgot each other. You say, time flies; In my words, time is still flowing. You said that the years are innocent; I said, time will last forever. The drizzle is bitter, and the fate is unbearable. Youth never stops, fireworks never leave. The shackles of fleeting time can't fix the light and shadow of you and me after all. Young dreams, beautiful dreams; As a souvenir of youth, I can't stop thinking about the past years. Do what you can in the world, and you can't stay in the footsteps of life; Dream back to tall buildings and look at the obsession in the distance. In one's lifetime, feel at ease; Later generations meet by chance. Life is endless and youth is infinite. The stagnant time cup leaves a vague old mark. The kite string flying far away bypassed the rhyming past.
The flowers are blooming, and the coolness is getting stronger. The heat of the equator can't stop time. Tropical wind and frost can't stain our past. The past years are endless with the past frost; The existing green, endlessly complaining about other kinds of inflammation. Flowers, smoke from tall buildings; The distance is as deep as a cliff Hazy time, can not draw a green face; The shackles of memory can't keep the dusty past. The ink is so light that only one eye can see it; Beauty is more important than light, looking back at thousands of rooms. Pinellia ternata blooms less than in autumn; Residual flowers are lonely, and lead flowers are washed away. Yu sheng ripples, glitz rests; Time is not scattered, and the years are still there. The bright moon is idle, and the autumn is rendered; Cold pond crow, dark embroidery. Years of weeping willows, swaying glitz. Distant old friends bring discrete songs.
The color of rain is light, but it is still beautiful. In a blink of an eye, koi fish floats; All my life, the years are green. Between the towering old trees and fate, there are few clusters of flowers. I don't know in the distance, but I forget in front of me. Leave the foot of rain, when to continue; When will the story of reunification appear? Add new colors in front of old dreams; The building is gorgeous and the scenery is infinite. The old ones are still far away, but people are not allowed to stay nearby. Time flies to outline each other's marks; Strong memories show you and me. The old city has not returned, the new leaves are full of branches, and the years have passed. Violets by the window can't draw the shadow of time; You can't pick up the fallen leaves on your head in autumn. Scattered elegance permeates the air of years; Remove the lines and outline the wasted time.
How can old friends meet if they are far away?