This little fish cares

There is such a story.

One morning after a storm, a man came to the beach for a walk. As he walked along the coast, he noticed that in the shallow puddles on the beach, there were many small fish that had been swept ashore by the storm last night. They are trapped in shallow puddles and cannot return to the sea, even though it is very close. There may be hundreds or even thousands of trapped small fish. Before long, the water in the shallow puddles will be sucked dry by the sand and evaporated by the sun, and these small fish will dry up to death.

The man continued to walk forward. He suddenly saw a little boy in front of him, walking very slowly, and kept bending down next to every puddle - he was picking up small fish in the puddles and throwing them back to the sea with all his strength. The man stopped and stared at the little boy, watching him save the lives of the fish.

Finally, the man couldn't help but walked over: "My child, there are hundreds of thousands of small fish in this puddle, you can't save them."

"I know ." The little boy replied without raising his head.

"Oh? Then why are you still throwing it? Who cares?"

"This little fish cares!" The boy answered as he picked up a fish and threw it into the sea. .

"This one cares, this one cares too! And this one, this one, this one..."

There is no sleeping in in heaven

The sky is low and the earth is low Hanging, lead-gray clouds hang in the sky like a wet cloth filled with too much moisture.

I was lying on the hospital bed, and the mother beside me had her eyes swollen from crying. I wanted to wipe away her tears, but my body refused to move and I couldn't move. At this time, the door was opened and several nurses came in. They pushed my mother away, covered my cheek with a piece of white cloth, and then carried me away together. The nurse pushed me to a quiet place and stopped. The sign on the door read: Morgue.

I was put in. There were many cold corpses lying in the dark room. My only conclusion is - I'm dead!

My short life is over! I can no longer nestle in my mother's arms! Tears fell down like broken beads. At this moment, the white cloth on my face was opened, and a cute little angel appeared, "Hello!" She blinked her eyes, shook her white wings, and smiled at me, "Congratulations, you are in the world. You are very kind, and you can live in heaven after death. Please report to heaven at 8 o'clock tomorrow." After that, she spread her wings and flew away.

Heaven? That was the place I longed for most when I was a kid, and now I’m going to live there?

The next day, when the clock struck 7, I flew out of the morgue and came to the sky. Heaven is more beautiful than I imagined: the ladder is made of gold, and there are many petals that I have never seen before, and white clouds like gauze are floating around. I came to the door of heaven and gently knocked on the exquisite and transparent door. But the door was not open.

"Kid, don't wait, who is sleeping in heaven!" A wrinkled old woman came over. "Why does Heaven sleep in?" "I don't know! But it sleeps in every day, and it's always past the time to welcome new people. I've been waiting here for 8 days! You'd better come with me! I'll take you to a safe place. There are many people like us who can’t get in!” “Sleeping in in heaven?” It seems that sleeping in is our students’ specialty! "Oh, the devil is here to catch us, run away!"

Before I could react, two ugly monsters, one black and one white, appeared in front of me. "Kid, come with me to the eighteenth level of hell!" The black monster bared his teeth and grinned. "No! I want to go to heaven." "You're unlucky, Heaven has been sleeping in lately!" "No!" I ran as hard as I could... < /p>

"Son..." The mother's voice came faintly into my ears. I woke up with a start and found that my forehead was covered with cold sweat. Turns out it was just a dream. What a terrible dream! I suddenly thought of everything that had just happened in "heaven" and couldn't help but shudder.

"Mom, why does everyone die?" Mom was stunned for a moment, then smiled at me and said, "After you die, you can go to heaven to live! It's much happier there than on earth!" "What if you sleep in in heaven and you can't enter?" Are you going?" My words actually made my mother laugh: "Silly boy, heaven will not sleep in, it will open its doors on time, because it has magical power!" My mother's words really made me feel more relaxed.

As we grow older, people will inevitably have a fear of death, but as long as we believe that good people will go to heaven! Believe it, you won’t sleep in in heaven!

Greetings to the Sky

I used to have a special posture when walking - lowering my head. Yes, when I walk, I always walk with my head down, as if there is a shackle on my neck. In my mother's words, I'm looking for gold.

But later I discovered that I have a friendship with the broad and blue sky. I like to raise my head or lie on the lawn and stare blankly at the sky. Moreover, I often look at it for more than an hour. The broad blue sky really fascinates me. So I gradually got rid of this problem.

Staring, staring, time seemed to have stopped at this time. Looking at the broad and blue sky, I suddenly felt that I was reading a wordless book. I looked left, right, and... Looking down, they are all blank anyway, with no words between the lines. The name of this heavenly book is "Sky". I tried to read it, but it didn't work. So I thought, how can ordinary people understand this profound book? It is not an ordinary book. It is magical, profound, and unpredictable, and we must read it carefully.

I quietly greeted the sky in my heart. At this time, the sky is no longer a dead book, it has a soul. Only then did I understand the significance of reading this book carefully.

The sky is broad and blue, wider than the ocean, boundless, and you don’t know where it ends; and it is so blue that it makes people feel relaxed and happy, and it makes people open-minded and cheerful.

Look at the clouds on the horizon, which are constantly changing their shapes. They are so attractive and make me want to run away. The fantastic clouds make me fascinated by the place. It is so magical. Thinking about it this way, my body felt really ecstatic.

However, it is too high, higher than Mount Everest, and too unfathomable. It is not easy to go anywhere, it requires our wisdom and courage. I can feel that each one is a stumbling block for me at this time, it is my obstacle. But to me, what does it matter if what I yearn for most is unattainable and unfathomable? Thinking of this, my nervous heart suddenly became cheerful. I forgot all my troubles, abandoned all kinds of distracting thoughts, put aside all the difficulties, and just wanted to climb to the high clouds. My goal is to greet the sky.

I looked at it with a smile. The sky is still blue, without any shyness, which fills my heart with joy. I'm young and I'm confident. At this moment, I smiled to the sky. I thought of the story of Kuafu chasing the sun, and felt that he was so similar to me. I still remember that when Kuafu saw the sun rising from the east and setting from the west every day, he thought: "It would be great if it was always daytime. I have to find a way to catch the sun and let it illuminate the earth forever." < /p>

I am ready to be the second "Kuafu". But the difference is that back then, Kuafu chased the sun, but today, I want to greet the sky.

The broad and blue sky is a book from heaven and a Mount Everest. So, hold your head high and greet the sky...

Answer: Timbutton - Trial Period Level 11-22 22:15

/ShowForum.asp?ForumID=9 It’s too many to die for. As much as you want.

There is a kind of love called mutual support and quarrel.

In the eyes of many people, they are indeed not a well-matched couple. He is tall and handsome, can repair all the electrical appliances in the house, and treats others thoughtfully and decently. I cook occasionally and make delicious food. Apart from his quick temper, he is almost a perfect man. She is short, fat, rough, and clumsy. When guests come, I can't even cook a decent dish. Drowsiness, always talking in sleep. Unruly, love is more serious.

They often quarreled, and every time, he always started the trouble first: she overflowed the pot when making porridge, put too much salt in the cooking, accidentally broke a cup, or forgot to put some food on the balcony. Watering the flowers... Then there was a quarrel. Naturally, she refused to show weakness. She opened the door, rolled up the quilt, and started clinking pots and pans, looking very imposing. He was stupid and had no other words except: "How could I meet such a stupid woman like you?" But she could respond to him with several words in one minute, sarcastically and with a knife and a gun. In the end, he was always defeated first, hid in the bedroom, closed the door and windows, and died down.

In the past 30 years, from youthful beauty to gray hair, he thought he would continue to argue like this endlessly in his life, until that day, he suddenly fainted outside. She was making his favorite mung bean noodles when she learned the news. As soon as the person who came to report said something, she was confused and stayed for a moment. The basin in her hand fell to the ground with a clang and shattered into pieces.

Unfinished, see /ShowPost.asp?ThreadID=1778 for the full text

When I recover, I will take you to dance

In November 2002, my father was diagnosed He was admitted to the Provincial Cancer Hospital for multiple myeloma.

My father likes to be lively and has always lived in a ward with four people. The four patients, plus their family members accompanying them, always seemed lively. An optimistic and humorous father, he speaks all kinds of funny words and infects the people around him with happiness. Every time I go to see my father, I always have the illusion that my father is not sick, but here to recuperate.

In order to increase nutrition for my father, my mother bought turtles, snakehead fish, and loaches and kept them in the basin under the bed. At that time, my father was undergoing chemotherapy, and his appetite was good and bad. My mother always racked her brains to find different ways to eat for my father every day. In order for my father to eat more food, my mother was worried. People in the ward, doctors, and nurses often said to my father: Teacher Chen, you are so lucky to have such a young, beautiful and capable Mrs. Chen serving you.

My mother is 7 years younger than my father. She has fair skin, a slim figure, a clever mind, and a soft-spoken voice. People in the hospital all affectionately call my mother "Mrs. Chen." Whenever my father heard this, he always said happily: "When I get out of the hospital, I will serve her well." Then he turned around and said to his mother: "I will really serve you well. I have never done anything for her in my life." What have you done? ”

Unfinished, see: /ShowPost.asp?ThreadID=1764

Answer: dl103 - Scholar Level 3 11-22 22:33< /p>

Anxiety and depression

Last night the moon was full of compassion,

In the Ming Dynasty the flower shadows were full of loneliness.

Autumn sand unintentionally eroded the forest again,

Jade banquet Han sleeps even more sadly.

---Thoughts and memories, impromptu works...showing shame!

Answer: 282206708 - Probation period level 11-22 22:43

Modern people are so busy, how many of them can stop? Writing an article is like planting a tree, without accumulation there is nothing. Look at the words above, how cool are they? Come here to make up for your troubles!

After a thousand years of culture, Lu Xun left no one behind.

Hua Zhang always does it when the time comes, which is ridiculous for the literati!

Answer: abfc0752 - Probation Level Level 11-22 23:41

God is dying!

Answer: zhangmingnuo - First time entering Jianghu Level 2 11-23 00:24

Taoist Tower

Answer: Yu Pengwen - Trainee Magician 2 Level 11-23 00:39

You should read the readers!

Answer: flydreaming - Advanced Magician Level 6 11-23 01:19

I used to have an article by a woman on the forum. I have always kept it. I like these three articles very much. .Hope you like it too.

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Take me home, okay?

The school is very close to Lukou International Airport. Often in the middle of class, planes will roar overhead. I really love its voice and decisive gesture, without any nostalgia, like a farewell. I know that we are always saying goodbye. Powerless acceptance.

This October, my father, the man I love deeply, the man who gave me my flesh and blood, will finally leave. He took the women and children who needed his care and rushed to another country. We met before we said goodbye and I flew to his city. It was half past three in the afternoon when we arrived in Qingdao. Above the head is the bright and dry sunshine from the north, and the wind smells of the fishy and wet sea water. Staying in the best hotel, the room is on the seventeenth floor. When you open the window, you can see the sea and listen to the ebb and flow of the tide. In this season, there are very few tourists on the beach. You can imagine the noise during the feast, but now everything has calmed down. Gorgeous youth is nothing more than that.

Missing my father is a dull longing. My heart ached slightly as I waited to see him. My father called and told me that he would not have time to see me until noon tomorrow. I said, OK. The voice is calm. I hung up the phone and went to take a shower. I saw my cold and thin smile in the mirror, with a little contempt. But what am I laughing at? I have no idea. Standing under the shower, suppressing the disappointment in my heart. I try to remember what my father looked like. The father in my memory is a thin man, a silent man with few smiles, a man who would lift me over his shoulders, and a man who promised to take me home. But now my father is nearly fifty years old and obese. His face is marked by years of hard work in the shopping mall. He has a tired and empty smile and his eyes are gloomy. He has a lot of money and very little love. This is the only way, I understand. In the torrent of time, my father and I have been separated by thousands of miles.

When I slept on the hotel's large and soft bed at night, large swaths of wet and cold wind poured in through the open windows, so cold. I wrapped myself in white sheets and hugged myself. The pain and disappointment in my heart gradually shrank into a hard lump. Unable to sleep, I got up and stood by the window looking at the sea in the dark. All night, I just watched the turbulent sea in silence. Always stubborn and unwilling to shed a tear.

I finally saw my father in a private room of the hotel. The two of us ate, with nothing to say. Occasionally, there were scattered looks of affection. My father said, don't be too stubborn, think about it, go to Germany or come to Canada to live with me after I have arranged everything. I shook my head without any thought, no, I just want to stay in Suzhou, that is my home. My father didn't look at me, he lowered his head to smoke. I turned my face sideways and saw his disappointed expression. For a long time, my father said, after all this time, you still refuse to forgive me and your mother. His words hit me straight in the heart. I raised my head in a hurry and saw the turbid liquid in the corners of his eyes. Yes, for so many years, I thought I had made a compromise and made their happiness come true. It turns out that everything was just a perfect excuse I gave myself. I exiled myself again and again, not living with them, not telling them about my life, not giving them a smile, not letting them see my sadness, and even unwilling to cherish myself. I made them blame themselves and feel guilty but was helpless. I refused to give them any chance to give me love and care. How cruel I was to my parents, but why was it like this? I have so much deep love and tenderness in my heart to give them!

I looked at my father sadly, mumbling and finally said nothing.

I thought sadly that I had lost the courage to love them! I insisted on taking a flight back. My father drove me and we didn't say a word. I followed the queue into the security checkpoint with my boarding pass. I looked back and saw my father waving to me in the crowd with such a sad expression on his face. My father is old. He can't keep his daughter. He has so much love that he doesn't know how to give it to her. He is sad. I turned my back and finally burst into tears.

The plane slowly climbed to an altitude of three thousand feet, and childhood memories fell like snowflakes, falling into the softest place in my heart. Is it painful? I have no idea. I was very tired and drifted off to sleep. I don't want to wake up.

......

In the biting cold wind, a group of children surrounded a girl. One of the boys stood up and said, my mother said you were a wild child, and your parents eloped and fled here. The children around him were silent, waiting for the situation to develop. The girl raised her head and looked at the boy, silent, her eyes like ice hanging under the eaves, and a kind of coldness slowly forced out. The girl suddenly stood up and hit the boy with her head. They fell to the ground together and started to struggle. There were screams and cheers all around. After all, the girl was no match for the boy. She was pinned down by the boy and his fists came down one after another. However, the girl was not afraid at all. She still looked up at the boy stubbornly. The boy finally stopped, cursed angrily and ran away, and the onlookers dispersed like a flock of birds. The girl stood up, brushed off the snowflakes on her body, and felt the faint blood on her face, but it was dry and there were no tears. When she got home, the girl rummaged through the boxes and cabinets, trying to find the red book that proved she was not a wild child - her parents' marriage certificate, but there was none. When my parents came back in the evening, they looked tired and sleepy. The girl said nothing and smiled at them. At night, in the darkness, tears finally flowed down silently.

On New Year's Eve, the girl had dinner with her parents. It was a simple meal, without new clothes, red envelopes or even blessings, but she felt so happy. The person she loves is by her side, and the girl thinks they will never be separated. This is already the best. After dinner, the girl and her parents put labels on the exported clothes under the dim light. Her father said that others were in urgent need of those goods. It was snowing heavily outside, the firecrackers were noisy, and there were the sounds of children cheering. On New Year's morning, the girl got up very early and stepped on the red scraps of paper on the ground, which were spinning brittlely in the wind. The girl squatted on the ground, carefully looking for the small firecrackers that had not been exploded. Her father asked her what she was doing. The girl opened her palms to show her father the surprise in her hands and smiled happily. That smile burned into my father's heart like a piece of coal. The man picked up the girl and said, I will give you the best in the future and take you home. The girl felt something warm and wet seeping into her neck.

For so many years, throughout her childhood, the girl followed her parents around the northernmost part of China without ever attending a complete elementary school. Although she faced many difficulties in life, she still grew up freely. That was The warmest period of her life.

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The plane began to land with slight vibrations. I woke up from a long dream. The face of the girl in the dream gradually became clearer, and I knew who she was. The man next to me smiled at me. Did you have a nightmare just now? You keep crying. I shook my head, no, it was a sweet dream. I laughed with him. Is it a dream? Or has there really been such a warm time? I have a splitting headache. I can't remember anything. There was such a roar in my heart. I thought I was going to die eventually, on the way home. That road is endless and I can never go back. But what about the man who wants to take me home? Where has he gone?

My dear father, I don’t want you to give me the best life, I just want you to take me home. Look at your daughter, look at the girl you held in your arms, the girl who always smiled at you, she can no longer find her way home.

Father, take me home, okay?

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My dear, let us say goodbye

Finally we have to say goodbye. Say goodbye. Who can prevent a disappearance?

The last time I saw him. We were one meter apart when his cell phone rang. He turned his back and whispered on the phone. He hung up the phone and smiled apologetically at me. I also smiled, thinking I could look calm and as if nothing had happened. But he didn't know the pain was undercurrent.

I remembered that he said that his wife loved him very much, so he had to take care of her. I'm embarrassed.

I love him, but I can’t save him.

Never thought of anything. Nothing is still nothing. I turned around in a circle and returned to the starting point in a different way.

Remembering his anger in the bar last summer.

I laugh, smoke, and drink. Don't stop. He sat next to me. I tried to smile at him and puffed the smoke at him. At that moment, he fiercely snatched the cigarette from my hand and slapped me hard. It hurts so much. I covered my face, fell on his lap, and cried.

He pulled me over and asked, "What are you doing today? Are you okay? Are you good or not?" I want you to live a normal life. I was still crying, turned my head, smiled, looked at him and said, be good.

He wanted me to get better and live a normal life. He actually asked for it.

But, dear, you can’t love me well, but why can’t you love me well?

I always let myself believe that I care so much because I can’t get it, but why, why does it hurt so much, and there is nowhere to hide. All protective layers were completely destroyed instantly. Finally found that he was also vulnerable.

I thought again of the three months last year when I, him, and she were entangled.

In September, I was so happy on the playground, looking at the sky. He went abroad and because we couldn't see each other, the longing in my heart made me know that I had fallen in love with him. I think that's when I loved him the most.

However, why the truth revealed in October was so unimaginable. Maybe that's when I started to feel disappointed in him.

I love him, but indeed, I started to get tired of him after a lot of disappointments. After all, I never thought about how I would leave.

Thinking of my bad temper and everything I loved about him. I remember that he often hugged me in a daze until midnight and said he liked you and loved you. I always get woken up by him like this. I remember that we often competed with each other for quilts in our sleep. In winter, I would wake up from the cold in the morning. I thought that he would adjust the water temperature and squeeze out the toothpaste for me, so I didn’t have to do it myself. Thinking of him wiping the water droplets from my body, it was so gentle.

Sometimes, I think I really like this man. But we kept arguing and finally got tired and wanted to disperse.

He said that you were a sensible child before. I laugh.

Once, I really listened to him. He said you have to be good and I said yes. He said you should stop smoking from now on, and I said yes. He said he would take you to see Wuzhen, and I said yes. He said I can't give you normal love, and I said yes. I always thought that it didn't matter to me, that anyone who left could still live well. It's just that I don't want to leave. I don't think it's necessary. Occasionally I get angry and turn away. He said disapprovingly that in less than five minutes, you will be crawling on top of me. Oh, I really will do that. Because I feel there is no need to be stiff. Time is short, and I need comfort, so I don't want to waste it.

But why is pain still inevitable?

In the quiet music, I said that I no longer love you. This is good, and I can feel happy for another relationship.

He laughed at me and said, you change really fast.

My dear, how could you be like this? You can't love me well, but you are selfish and don't let my heart harden to protect yourself. I need to protect myself well.

I remember that afternoon. I insist on believing how hard my heart is and how little I care. But it was so scary that all the beliefs that had been used to protect oneself for so many days began to be destroyed. One moment after another, the true colors are revealed.

It turns out that for so many days, all the pain was just for him. It turned out that he was always going to leave.

When they separated, I discovered that he had cut his hair very short, like last year. At a certain moment when I look at his back, I will deeply realize that life is an illusion, and it turns out that the one I loved was just an illusion. Just a déjà vu. Because it disappeared so quickly, I couldn't remember many things. Even though I loved him so much.

Goodbye, my dear.

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The pain of 2003

Even though I don’t want to remember you again. Things have changed and people have changed, so I decided to let go of all the attachment and reluctance I had for you in the past year. You have called me countless times and sent me countless messages, but my dear, why bother? No matter how much you write, I will never read it again. Hesitating, struggling, and then leaving quietly and decisively, I can only do so much for you. Honey, let me go. Thank you for letting me see such a deserted ending in life, so much sadness that turns away.

The love that was once devoted is now dead. Nothing more. fade away, disappear. It's all loneliness in the end anyway. Hugs, reliance, kisses, caresses, vows, happiness, tears, smiles... virtual and real, just fleeting. A moment of greed, and the ending is naturally laid out. Setting up the stage and singing all the way, it was overflowing with light and beauty, but it had to finally come to an end. A feast was abruptly broken up.

During the night, sleepless and overwhelmed with grief, my friend leaned over and said, "If it hurts, just cry." I shook my head. In front of you, I am not a woman who sheds tears easily. Neither will I after you leave. I want to live a good life alone, just like you always wanted to live a good life. I don’t smoke, I don’t go to bars to get drunk, I don’t run around barefoot on the floor in winter, I don’t watch obscure movies, I don’t touch bleak words, I don’t send you messages in the middle of the night, I don’t embarrass you. Haha, dear, look, I have finally become what you like, but, dear, you are no longer with me.

My dear, you once asked me if I would use a long text to describe the beginning and end of our relationship. I laugh. But now I no longer want to describe everything about us. For such a long time, many words have been written about you, but they often stagnated and could not be written. There should be a lot of memories in a year, but when I think about them, they are often in disarray. What can I say? I always seem helpless. Love must pass eventually. I have heard about the words "Heaven is forever or Earth is forever" 11,000 times, but I have never spent a spring, summer, autumn and winter with anyone. But he still grows old. There is a feeling that the dust has settled, it must be the vicissitudes of life.

It started to rain, and in the cool air you could smell the sweet fragrance of the osmanthus trees downstairs. I remember that your favorite thing was to eat sweet-scented osmanthus wine dumplings. On that sunny afternoon, I was clumsily making a pot in your kitchen. You looked at me with a smile, ate it with a smile, and said it was delicious with a smile. Like a child. I will always remember that smile. But, dear, now, everything can only become a memorial between the lines. Commemorate the luxurious time of love. Once gone, never come back. The good scenery is in vain, leaving only sadness.

There was a time when we separated. I miss you very much. I wonder if you have seen some absolute things in life in front of another woman who loves you. Are you too lonely or happy to smile? And I am always waiting for you to come back in my own world, waiting for you to give me a smile, no matter whether it is bright or not. If you really come back, I think you will win the whole world. After all, I never thought I would have to say goodbye today. Time has passed and it is too late.

I have been living peacefully these days, staying at a friend's house and feeling the trivial warmth of family. They prepared delicious food for me, took good care of me, carefully avoided sensitive topics, and smiled at me. They were really good people. So I have to believe in myself that everything will be okay. Honey, really, I must get better. I can no longer indulge my deep love for you, and I can no longer put myself in such an embarrassing situation. I have lost the courage to love you, even though I once thought I was invincible. However, it failed miserably in the face of reality. I just have to let go. Dear, forgive me.

I have always wanted to make up for my regrets. How can I let myself escape when you give me the mellow affection of a father? Now, all disputes will come to an end. My dear, look at me again and see that the woman you loved has become haggard and old for you.

We say goodbye, we will never see you again.

No matter how much I ached for you in 2003, no matter how unforgettable the pain in 2003 was. Eventually they will disperse.

Dear.

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Answer: henanmei1 - Assistant Level 3 11- 23 01:26

Happiness turns out to be so simple.

Happiness turns out to be so simple. I see you when I miss you, listen to your not-so-special voice, and see that you are not special. Handsome face. The two of them just leaned together, singing the song "The Most Romantic Thing" that they had heard thousands of times under the dim light.

Happiness is so simple. One day, when I opened my eyes, you, who had never cooked before, suddenly wore my apron, with a look on your face that you didn’t know what to say. The last word you uttered was that you did it. A breakfast I don’t know whether I like or not.

Happiness is so simple. For the sake of beauty, in the ice and snow, I still only wore a pair of thin stockings. I persisted until the end. It was you who accompanied me on the intravenous drip all night. When I woke up, you only said one sentence. , Silly girl, even if you are not beautiful, I still love you.

Happiness is so simple. I thought you didn’t care about anything. Suddenly one day, the girl who delivered flowers in the office brought me a bouquet of lilies and asked me to take them. Your call came in, saying that you will never regret it for the rest of your life if you receive Lily.

Happiness is so simple in the first place, so simple that it is not worth mentioning, because you cry until you laugh.

Youth

Youth is not a period of life, it does not refer to a rosy face, rosy lips and soft knees; it is a state of mind, which refers to unremitting energy, Rich imagination and hot feelings, it is the source of life and the source of vigorous microcomputer.

Youth means the manly spirit that overcomes cowardice and the adventurous spirit that abandons comfort. A 60-year-old man often has more energy than a 20-year-old young man. Aging is not only the result of the passage of time, but more importantly, the result of laziness and unwillingness to make progress.

Time can leave its mark on the face, but the extinguishing of the fire of enthusiasm will leave wrinkles on the soul. Regret, fear, lack of self-confidence will distort the human soul and turn youth into ashes.

Whether you are 60 or 20, you need to maintain your never-ending curiosity, your undying childlike desire for knowledge, and your joy and enthusiasm for career success. There is a radio in our hearts. The longer it can receive messages of beauty, hope, joy, encouragement and strength from all things in the world, the longer you will be young.

When the antenna collapses, your spirit will be covered by the ice of cynicism and pessimism, and you will age, even if you are only 20 years old; while your antenna stands tall, with your strength With high levels of optimism, you can hope to live in your prime when you die at 80.

Danger

There is a risk of looking like a fool if you laugh

There is a risk of looking sentimental if you cry

You may get involved if you approach others Danger

Expressing emotions risks exposing your true self

Showing your ideals and dreams to others risks losing them

There is a risk of not getting love The danger of reward

The danger of life and death

The danger of hope being disappointed

The danger of failure in trying

Take no risks People who do nothing

People who do nothing

Have nothing and are nothing.

Calm down

This is an unforgettable and heart-shaking season. An innocent woman is slowly approaching us from the distant Saibei.

It seems that we have been living in this southern city for a long time. We see people in this land all the time busy looking for jobs, busy making money, and busy falling in love... What kind of lively and noisy picture of life is this? Is this the main theme of life for a city to reform and open up?

I was lying under a sky that was no longer pure, and I felt something soft and floating under my body. I was thinking: Should we calm down? It seems that we are about to reap a loss and a sinking feeling in the autumn