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Happiness no longer has a soft tone, but it seems to be dominated by Picasso's style, abstract and distorted. Close your eyes and even touch the uneven lines, but there is also a cold feeling. Because my world began to have your memory. If time can go back, maybe I will choose to forget what happened and not let it happen again and again in my mind. If there is another if, I'd rather not meet you. Although it took 500 times to look back on the past to get a pass for this life, I would rather not have that transformed happy body. Well, yes, it's my fault, because it hasn't happened before, so I always make mistakes now. If time can go back and the floodgate of memory has never been opened, there won't be so many so-called stories worth savoring. Memories may be happiness. When we are all late, sitting in rocking chairs, bathing in the summer afternoon sunshine, and slowly recalling those romantic things, maybe I have seen through the scenery, but where will you fall? Those flowers in life have already wandered around the world. Once, lonely and happy, sweet and sour, I like that taste.
Rabid Love
Falling in love with happiness is to face everyone who appears around you with your heart, no matter what results their appearance brings to you, whether it is good or sour, and thank them for giving me a staff full of colorful taste buds. Every song has a different flavor, such as sweet orange in spring, cool mint in summer, full of fragrant rice in autumn and sweet wintersweet in winter. There is always one I like.
Fall in love with happiness and thank those who have given me good memories. You made my life bloom like a daisy. I also thank those who have given me pain and pain, because it is you who make me full of motivation and make my happiness so full.
I may miss you more than I get you.
Once upon a time-lyric prose changed color in two seasons. Time tells us that we have grown a long-awaited harvest in this refreshing land.
How can I endure the endless joy of time, lying on the earth in early spring and watching the energy released by the warm sun in winter, leaving only deep comfort in my heart? The sea is blue as waves, and birds and flowers are refreshing.
The time between fingers flows quietly, and the romantic moon in front of us is walking at a youthful and light pace. I euphemistically sang the parrot's voice and broke the silence in winter. Looking at the dance of youth through the invasion of years. Just like inner peace, it can't break inner softness.
In this thin night with a breeze, life is a tapestry at this moment, and the wind and frost between the eyebrows are covered with cold dew, which blocks the hesitation and covers up the confusion. This situation will not be illusory beauty, but really warm the harbor of love and the destination of the soul. A wisp, penetrated the fragile heart.
This kind of emotion seems to be cut out from sadness, which is constantly confusing. I will always return to my parents' arms after Qian Shan's flood.
Holding dead branches in hand, painting a landscape painting in the dark and distant twilight.
The ink was all dyed and it was dark. I left the twinkling stars and the cold moon in my meticulous eyes, and the crystal tears, like jade beads falling on a jade plate, aroused a lonely ear in my heart.
Close your eyes slowly, the years are peaceful, shallow memories are in a warm heart, and the years are picturesque. ...
Finally, I forgot the season and understood that time has not passed away and the years will not grow old.
Once once-lyric prose 3 many times, the past can not be missed, Xiao Huang's photo is lost, the voice in the telephone recording is getting noisy, and the memory is gradually blurred. I reached out and could not catch anything. However, there is always something left at the bottom of our lives.
Deep and shallow traces, when the mind passes gently, will not feel pain, only a kind of warmth! Drinking coffee, bitter taste, recalling the happiness and sadness of the past, although everything has become the past, I can still feel the truth and emotion, so my tears fall low in the coffee cup, transparent liquid! "When your tears can't help but flow out, if you can stand on your head, keep your eyes open and don't blink. You will see the whole process of the world from clear to fuzzy, but your heart will become clear at the moment of tear drops! Sometimes if you love for too long, people will get drunk, and sometimes if you hate for too long, people will be broken. Sometimes if you wait too long, your heart will dry up! Love for too long, will your heart break? In fact, love for a long time will become a habit. Can you be heartbroken without passionate love? Hate too long, will it break your heart?
In fact, love and hate are only between thoughts. If you hate it for a long time, it may be another sky. Will my heart dry up if I wait too long? Although time has diluted everything, but the heart is in its original position, in its way, its speed, persistent jumping ... sometimes waiting is not better, and the feeling of expectation is difficult to express in words. I have always thought that it is a happy thing to have someone worthy of your care and concern, because what you have is often not the best, so you will not know how to cherish it. Flying kites on the blue sky road makes people feel distressed and free, but it also makes people attached ... Some people say that love is not an adventure, but when there is love in the adventure we are concerned about, it is doomed to be separated and suitable for the last person. From the beginning, we were born for each other. I believe. I believe that destiny takes a hand's encounter and separation, people with a heart will miss each other no matter how far away. A careless person is near and far away. All love will expire, the key is where it stays, if it stays in the past, then it only belongs to this point; If it stays in your heart, it will become eternal, even beyond your life.
I always thought that happiness was in the distance, in the future I could pursue. It was later discovered that those who hugged, shook hands, sang, shed tears and loved were all happy. Countless nights, the words we said, the phone calls we made, the people we missed, the tears we shed ... we have all seen or been touched, and then everything becomes eternal in the shuttle of time! Perhaps, everyone will always keep something, such as a faint smile, such as moving on. Always let the most transparent tears in my heart not melt, those tears are pure and transparent, leaving traces of an era. This scene is warm, making time forget the flow and tears forget the temperature. We will leave happiness on our lips, we will meet "melt" in our eyes, we will leave farewell at our feet, we will leave the past in our hearts, and everything will eventually become a memory. ...
Once upon a time-lyric prose 4 Everyone has his own memories buried deep in his heart, everyone has his own heart that he doesn't want to be touched, everyone has his own private secrets, and that bit by bit has made us.
The footsteps of years have stepped out of our youth and decorated the once innocent children. According to Citigroup, through the garden of the yard, the acacia on the hammock will still bloom beige flowers every year; The sun shines through the leaves and vines on the branches, and in a trance, it seems to see a group of children swinging or playing around them in turn; The older generation of old people also suddenly changed from silver hair to black and green.
Acacia has not changed obviously for more than ten years, but we can't go back to the past. "Bird, bird, bird", it was my daughter who babbled, as if Acacia had a new playmate, but it was not me at that time.
In the park in late autumn, golden leaves are floating under ginkgo trees, and the autumn wind is bleak, which brings the beauty of autumn. Fan-shaped yellow leaves spread on the yellow land. From a distance, the blue Gao Zhan is lined with gold. My birthday is on a golden day, and I come here to take a photo at this time every year. When I grow up, this habit will not continue.
It's still the sea of ginkgo leaves, or the late autumn. When I was a little girl, I leaned against a tall tree trunk, and the photos were only blue and gold. Stepping on the golden color that accompanied me to grow up, will there still be the purity of that year? The old man with diabolo beside him was once young, but now he is not young. Accompanied by the golden sunshine, he played the melody with diabolo.
"Will you go back to Baoding this New Year?" "Yes, but I have to go back to Beijing on duty in the second day." "Well, let me know when you come back and we'll get together." This is a conversation between me and my best friend. We were born in the same hospital, went to the same primary school, lived in the front and back buildings, and knew each other from our ancestors. Such intimacy cannot compete with the blade of time. I stayed in our town, and she.
Recalling our childhood, looking at our present, walking hand in hand slowly through the places we played in those years, I feel that my youth is gone forever and I am about to stand in my thirties. Years have worn away our sharp edges and corners, making us calm. Decades of time have made us leave the city where we live, and we can't do without the childish time we spent together.
In this way, one minute passed, and the winter jasmine bloomed again. I took my daughter to see the ginkgo trees that had not sprouted on the bluestone. The wind blows across the ground, and the leaves falling in winter flutter with the wind. The daughter smiled, pointed at the leaves and took a camera to take pictures of her. She turned and ran towards me, and the sun shone brightly. Once a small golden ocean turned me into hope now.
Once upon a time-lyric prose 5 once I had too many friendships, but I didn't know how to cherish them, and finally my friendship was abandoned; Once I had too many dreams, but I didn't know how to grasp them, and finally my dreams left me; I have been touched so much that I don't know how to remember it. Finally, I have become numb. Only you, my beloved teacher, have never given up on me, no matter what I become!
I thought my dream would be infinitely sweet, my life would be smooth sailing, and I would get ahead ... So I controlled myself again and let myself fall and sink. Naive, I thought I was still the same. The last exam woke me up and shattered my golden dream. It turns out that my dream is a soap bubble, which looks beautiful, but you can never catch it. ...
It's the teacher, not you. You held out your hands and pulled me back from the cliff. You said you didn't want me to go on like this, and you hoped I wouldn't let you down. That time, I cried, and I promised you with tears that I would work hard. ...
Because of you, I began to repent and face the reality and myself.
Because I know that fragile self-esteem cannot be protected, stormy days will come at any time, full of ambition will be swept away by the wanton wind of the years, and great passion will be knocked down by torrential rain. Now, I am no longer the crazy Chu who once laughed at Kong Qiu and shouted to the sky that my generation is a chrysanthemum teenager. It has passed, and all I have now is a calm heart. ...
A light flashed through my melancholy heart, and I found hope again. What's wrong with crying when you fail? The sea of life will not be calm, I will always be grateful to you, and you will always be the brightest red sun in my heart!
Someone asked me what my dream was, and I could only say that it was fragmentary and beyond words. ...
I can't remember how many dreams I had, from when I fell to the ground when I was born, to when I entered a beautiful primary school, and then to my busy junior high school. With the passage of time, the change of environment and my own growth, I have had thousands of dreams, which are countless. ...
Some people say that childhood dreams are always out of reach, whimsical and impossible to realize. But I think it is a symbol of purity and innocence. When we were young, we didn't know much. We probably only know that trees sprout in spring, leaves fall from trees in autumn, and Niu Niu next door goes to the supermarket to buy food. I always feel that if I know more now, my life will be fuller and happier, but I still can't find the innocence before.
Dreams are abstract. When I was a child, I was a very simple person, and my dreams were simple. Ten years ago, I would think it was my dream to have a lot of delicious food; Eight years ago, I thought it was my dream to have beautiful clothes to wear; Five years ago, I would think that it was my dream to have a small partner who could care about myself; Three years ago, I would think it was my dream to be valued by teachers.
I don't know if you think that the longer it grows, the less the sail on that sailboat can be blown up by the wind, and the less it can be blown in the right direction. So, are we giving up? Of course not! Although my dream is simple, I have to realize it myself after all! I am also a young man with a dream! Since a small sailboat can't work, build a big ship with your own efforts and sail in the direction of your dreams faster, more convenient and more directly! Work hard for your dreams and persevere!
Do you still remember your dream? Dream is a seed, planted in people's hearts from an early age and growing with us. Maybe it will change in the process of growing up, but a teenager with a beautiful dream! Please remember: dream is a yearning, a beautiful yearning, don't forget your dream, don't stop, the road to the "dream kingdom"! ……
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Missing, like an invisible kite, leaves are colorful in autumn, and drizzle falls from the sky. Do you understand that in the boundless sky, there are such a group of people, waiting quietly in the distance, thinking about you and guarding our past? Do you remember these people?
Once we talked about the future and dreams.
In the past, we always had difficulties and support from all sides.
For a time, we didn't know how to travel in the heavy rain.
Once we were full of enthusiasm for the white sky and the white clouds on the grass.
Once we racked our brains together to discuss difficult problems.
We used to wear girlfriends photos and just wanted to "bump shirts" with you.
We used to tell terrible ghost stories under the covers.
Once we laughed together, were crazy, silly, cried, quarreled and embarrassed.
Our past together belongs to us, just like a shining gem, embedded in our hearts.
Now you have left us without leaving a trace, flying like a wild goose, without leaving a trace in the sky.
It's raining and foggy. You know that our friendship is hard-won. It is hard-won through the baptism of years, the tempering of time and the verification of everyone.
The moon hangs sacrosanct in the sky, I lean against the window, the stars listen to me quietly, and the feeling of missing flows freely in my interest. My friend, let me hold you in my hand and savor it once.
But please let the moon send my thoughts to you in a different place. Oh, moon, give me another message, my friend. There is such a group of people waiting for you in the distance, all the time.
Once upon a time-lyric prose 8 holding a refreshing cup of green tea, listening to beautiful songs in your ear. Everything is so pleasant.
However, no one can imagine what will happen in the next second. Unknown future, fresh and interesting. As we all know, he is two-faced. I woke up in my dream only to find that everything was fake. Sometimes I prefer to live in a dream. True or false is not so important anymore. After years of erosion and precipitation, many past events may have long been forgotten, but will you forget those that used to be? They are arranged by God in your life in a hurry. This must be fate, we are destined to be sad and lonely. In fact, if I know today, why should I? Once people, once memories. We must let go and welcome a new life. No matter who he is, the past is the past, and those things can never go back, even if they regret it. Walking in the rain seems to love the feeling of it. Chic and uninhibited. Especially crying in the rain, others may not find it. Maybe I was too melodramatic and missed a lot of right things. Whenever I think back, I can't help feeling something. I never regret my choice, and I dare not. I am afraid that I will fall into deep remorse and cannot extricate myself. I really want to do something I don't regret. Sometimes, I feel tired from the heart I'm tired, I'm tired, living in the shadow of memories, I've had enough. I especially want to let go once and do what I should do without worrying about other people's feelings and ideas. Just plain, tired, don't be vigorous, everything goes with the flow, and be the truest yourself. I decided to put all my eggs in one basket and stick to it even though it is windy and rainy. Because I think everything should be over and put it down. Stop thinking about why, because there is no solution. Put aside the memories, people and things. Feel the smell of the sky, it's sweet. I will raise my head again, knowing that everything is not easy, try my best to restore my mood and get ready to go, because we have to start at once, go forward without looking back, forget everything and forget the glitz.
Once upon a time-lyric prose 9 When I opened QQ and saw the number in the column changed to "4 1", I knew you had deleted me. I guessed the ending the other day when you said you wanted to delete it.
I got the news today, and somehow my heart got cold. You promised not to bully me yesterday, and someone asked you to scold me just now. Why did you say you didn't want to talk about me anymore? What do you mean? Why do you always bully the weak and fear the hard, have it both ways? I am really annoyed in your heart, knowing that you hate me. Actually, I didn't know you until the third grade. When I first met you, you turned off the fan light when everyone went out to do exercises. My impression is that you are sunny, witty, capable and humorous.
A few months ago, you joked that you would take me to see Grandpa Mao of 20xx. Of course I know this is a joke, but I found warmth among my classmates for the first time.
Just one year ago today, I failed in the exam. A boy asked me what my score was. That boy used to laugh at me, so I lost my temper: "I can only be glad I didn't fail!" " "Others whisper or don't talk. . . . . But you came to care about me: "What's your score? It doesn't matter! "You have asked me several times." It doesn't matter! "I tell you because I trust you first.
People say you are not good-looking, but the first time I saw you, I felt that you were the only one in my class. I didn't mistake you. You are now a top student in physics, with good grades in all subjects, top sports and good ball skills. Without you, there would be no motivation for the main competition. The action is really handsome.
I will remember all your wonderful improvisations. Not that I am naive, but that I am really touched.
I have always regarded you as an idol. Really, that's all. You are very capable. No matter how you learn to do things and how you talk about sports, you know there is someone in your heart. Yes, that man is really as smart and cute as you said, and he always touches people's hair. I sincerely wish you all the best.
I still have my dreams, my pursuits. No matter what I say, you are a very disgusted expression and tone, so you come to vomit me, ridicule me, and drive people around you to do this to me. I am now inexplicably annoying my deskmate and don't scold me alone.
I'm really sorry. You said my rhinitis was disgusting, and my heart was as cold as ice, you know? I'm struggling with this, too. I'm sorry After all, I am very sad, but I have always been sincere to you. Why do you always trample on my dignity and let others hurt me?
People say your name is girly, but it's true! When I first saw your school name, I really felt that your name was loud, fresh and refined, and ambitious.
If so, no, I'm sure you really despise me and belittle me. I think I have a bad temper, but you are worse than me 100 times. In your impression, I have no social skills and don't communicate with people. I don't want to do it because I don't know. Even if I chat with others, you always interrupt me and scold me, provoke me, belittle me, scold me for no reason, and make me in everyone's mind.
I miss sitting at the same table with you. I asked someone who was afraid of you to print the document for me, and then I gave him douban. He looked at you timidly and said to me kindly, "Yes, yes, just one."
You don't want to tell me what to do in the future. Why didn't you answer when you were silent?
Your exuberant laughter is earth-shattering, crying ghosts and gods. Just like the "purring" sound made by a puppy when it is spoiled, although it is creepy, it will always remain in my memory.
Maybe I am humble, bad, not smart, not beautiful, not likable, and my personality is a bit unsociable (but I really love this group).
Just like walking to the end of a crossroads, there is always a choice. Goodbye, whether you hate me or not, even if you forget me and disappear into my world in the near future, I only want to remember those who are sincere to me, and I will never be so bored again.
Goodbye, goodbye to your indifference, goodbye to your ruthlessness and goodbye to your disgust.
I am always reluctant to give up, but I know that I don't have an inch of land in your heart. Even if I do, why don't I help you without asking for something in return when you are in trouble?
Goodbye, I can only swallow the cool air silently. Did you really leave after helping others so much? You always hand out exercise books every day. Where have you been? Has the world maintained by this materialization been erased? You have never bullied the weak before, and you are helpful and amiable, but now you have become snobbish, mean, mercenary and indifferent. I miss that innocent you, even if you have earth-shattering laughter.
Once upon a time-lyric prose 10 Every time I went back to a small mountain village where I had raised dozens of spring and autumn, I felt inexplicable sadness in my heart. In a flash, I couldn't help feeling deeply. ...
Now, my beloved mountain village has changed, perhaps forever. It was the 5. 12 earthquake that changed all this. Almost two years after the earthquake, the villagers in the small mountain village moved to their new homes outside the old village. Now, there are only a few lonely old people left in this small mountain village with hundreds of people. The once patchwork villages have long been ruined, messy, decadent and dirty. The courtyard is overgrown with weeds, desolate and depressed, and desolate everywhere. Watching all this really makes people feel lonely and tearful. ...
My former small mountain village, located in a ravine, is beautiful. Although the mountains and secluded roads here are secluded, they always make people feel so warm and quiet. What a poetic picture it is to look at the gurgling mountain streams, shaded cottages, blue sky overhead and white clouds floating in the sky!
In the past, chickens and dogs heard about each other in the small mountain village, and farming was full of laughter and excitement. Every bluestone step, adobe house and tile house; Every household has six animals and flocks of chickens and ducks. Everything seems so simple and natural, so peaceful and peaceful.
In the early morning, with the crowing of chickens and dogs, a string of light blue kitchen smoke curled up on the roof and then slowly drifted around the small mountain village. ...
Cattle and sheep have long been caught up by the children on the grassy hillside, enjoying the delicious food given by nature leisurely against the sunrise, and calling comfortably from time to time. ...
After breakfast, people began to walk out of the yard one by one to prepare for the day's work. They walked in twos and threes, carrying hoes or baskets, talking and laughing all the way, and marching leisurely to their respective jobs. ...
In the warm sunshine, you can see the old man lying leisurely in the corner, breaking off his cigarette bag and spitting one cigarette turn after another. ...
By the Qingxi River in front of the winding village, sometimes women rub clothes on the big bluestone, and sometimes housewives wash vegetables in the stream with bamboo poles. ...
-What a vivid and warm picture this is! Every time I think of these things, I will feel a pain that goes deep into the bone marrow, because these things seem to be distant memories!
I said that my old mountain village was a song, a song that I could never tire of singing, and a song that became more beautiful and comfortable. I said that my former small mountain village was also a poem, a poem that I never tire of singing, and a more mellow and intoxicating poem. ...
I used to live in a small mountain village, which I will never forget, and it is also my attachment that I can't move away in my life!
Today, although everything in the small mountain village has completely changed and faded, the original simple customs and warm pictures of the small mountain village will be buried deep in my memory and will never fade.