I have raised fish before, but I don't have much interest in things, and I feel that they are stupid. Pets are supposed to be around, but they swim around in the water all day like they are in another world.
Occasionally, when I was bored one day, I set my eyes on a fish tank, where there were many fish. It is estimated that the owner was too careless, so tropical fish and goldfish were kept together. There are aquatic plants and thermostatic bars in the water. I really don't know how goldfish feels, but its brain is so big that it is also a decoration. It must be unaware of the surrounding environment. I suddenly remembered a lot of fish, from the sea and the lake. In fact, they are all quite comfortable, even these in the tank are still free.
Because they go up and down when they are in the water, they can go wherever they want in a space, and there is no place for them to swim. Yes, from another point of view, the world in water is like the sky, and the bottom of the water is land. They are flying. They have no feet and don't need it at all. They can fly with fins, which is better than birds.
I used to fantasize that I could fly without any tools or wings. I wished I could fly high and reach everywhere. But it is not realistic at all, but if our world is like the underwater world, we can all fly as long as we have a pair of tiny fins.
Unfortunately, I can only look at the fish in the water. They are very simple-minded, with simple conditions and not much excitement, but they can all fly at will.
We often feel that we are ordinary, that our life is ordinary, and that our reality is ordinary. But I don't know that everything is extraordinary. Like a fish, it can fly simply, and there is a dream-like fantasy in the ordinary. As long as we look at the things around us from a different angle, the people around us can make ordinary life feel extraordinary. Many people are busy with life, but forget to stop and look at the world. They pursue too many things that are very material, but seldom pay attention to the richness of the spiritual level.
When you complain about the low salary, think about how much your parents gave you. When you lose in the competition, go and see how much your family has given you; When you are worried about your boss's criticism, try to see how much happiness your friends can give you. There is always a limit to the pursuit of material things, but the spiritual gains are permanent.
You don't have to envy the eagle that broke through the sky. Even if you are just a fish roaming in the water, as long as you pay attention to what life brings you, you can fly in this world, and let the people around you fly with you and be extraordinary with you.
you don't need many strong wings, just a pair of small fins like fish. Why become so great, find your own world, and you will eventually find out how powerful you are.
We have different habits, accompany different people, express different love, pursue different goals and taste different ups and downs; Ordinary is so extraordinary. If you have yourself, you have a world. So everything is beautiful, why feel ordinary? Like a fish, water is the sky, and it can fly with fins; Life is color, and creativity can make it colorful. Childhood is like a dream
People occasionally leave regrets inadvertently, and the infection of years has become slightly sad. Not feeling, nor dissatisfaction with life. It's just that every time I think of the past, I miss my heart. I don't know how long it is. However, some memories are flickering in my mind. I can't forget the sixth sense that my previous life gave me. Dreams are like life, but life is never like a dream. I tried to wake up from my dream, but I was not strong enough.
maybe this dream is too tempting for me to wake up. Not feeling. In this fantasy world, quiet inside. Everything is as quiet as the morning, maybe I think too much, maybe some people think like me, but they are not good at expressing themselves. Life is just a journey without knowing the purpose and direction. I don't know when to arrive, and time will never be enough.
Carrying a heavy bag, I went to the place I wanted to go, but when I got there, I found that there was a better scenery waiting for you to find. After reading this, maybe you already know what I want to say. Yes, this is the desire of man and reality. I like the rainy sky, because it can make me feel that the calm in the noise is beautiful and comfortable.
I sometimes look up at the sky when the weather is fine. The warm sunshine makes some clouds blown by the north wind. As a child, I think about what it will look like. I have a beautiful sleep, and I am not afraid of the sun being tanned by my skin. When I wake up, if I am thirsty, I will go to my hometown and drink a spring water, which is sweet and cool. I won't say how dirty the spring water is. I'm full.
There are many mountains in my hometown to protect my hometown from natural disasters. I asked my childhood friends to climb the mountain, which is not as high as the famous Huangshan Mountain, but it occupies our young hearts and makes us grow constantly. Climb to the top of the mountain to enjoy the delicious food and sunshine with the snacks you like. Mother shouted at the foot of the mountain: Son, come home for dinner. Mother made your favorite food.
I was so happy that I quickly slipped down the mountain and enjoyed my mother's cooking. After lunch, I put down my chopsticks, played with boys and bungee jumping with girls. I had a good time. I don't know how time passed. I like the sunset glow in my hometown. When I started cooking dinner, the smoke rose. The sun played with us all day, as if I was tired and didn't want to leave. Maybe I would come back tomorrow. Maybe I missed our laughter today. I really want to understand our cry and leave slowly. This is my childhood, a priceless childhood that I can't forget. I just want to express it without feeling.
I want to say that people move forward, and they don't know how to remember, cherish and be grateful. Living is just a dead body, and everyone will understand the truth. I have met all kinds of people more or less, and the greatest success is to look at the age and be accurate, hehe! I'm just kidding. I've made friends and lovers, but it's not ideal. So what? I have also experienced what happiness looks like! Why care what others think. Wouldn't it be nice to listen to destiny and do everything you can? My hands are a little tired! Compared with the hand, the soul is thousands of times more than ten thousand times. Tears interpret life. Why not enjoy the surprise that every day brings to you like childhood, and cry for a piece of candy that you can't get? How wonderful it would be. Who did Qiu Si tell
that autumn is desolate, near Chongyang, homesick and heartbroken? The leaves were dyed yellow by the autumn wind, and Qiu Si quietly climbed the closed window. After the wind, my thoughts fluttered all over the sky with the falling dead leaves. The shadows are messy, the heart is dark, and the west wind is cool. Once the flowers fall, they fall all over the ground; A face of residual smile, smile.
fallen leaves pile up, spreading endless melancholy. Walking in the forest path, looking up at the leisurely fluttering white clouds, things change, but they are unchanged and geometric.
at the end of prosperity, who is the passer-by? I began to feel cold in my heart, sighing and lonely! The years have faded away, and the years have passed away. How can we remember the jade face dancing and red makeup at that time? Under the willows, the wind stopped ...
Tears were completed, thinking like crazy, and the silent night was long and dark. Who is it for? And who should * * * enjoy the world? Hold on, don't be sad. Years have buried sadness and shattered memories. Turn around and leave, silently pray to heaven.
who let go and lost the temperature of that lifetime? I'm heartbroken, and I don't know where the wine wakes me up. Thewindow, Didi dizzy away the sadness. Your face melts into the hazy moonlight, and I lift my eyes feebly, unable to penetrate the vast sky.
if you hate the world, you will be heartbroken and have nowhere to talk. In the years of melancholy, in the world of mortals, who provoked you to think much?
When I feel sad, the scenery is bleak, the early dawn in the autumn sky has revealed a glimmer, and the night on the cold Jiangzhu is boundless. If the clouds disperse and I cross the clear water, can I see the village that makes me dream? Shaoguang 3 is prosperous, and the years are quiet and peaceful. May my soul put on a pair of wings, cross the Qian Shan, and stay with Jing Meng forever.
it's cool, but it's just a dream at midnight.
I can't stop worrying. Let's raise our glasses. Who * * * drinks this melancholy life?
Wan Li is breezy, drunk and dancing in the setting sun. Arouse old worries, people are heartbroken. The forest tops are dyed with the afterglow of the sunset. A misty rain, half a bottle of sake. All over the world, who is right and wrong; By the broken bridge, who looks through the autumn water; Who is drunk with me in the attic?
The daylight gradually faded, and there was a distant sound of jade flute from Hanjiang River. For example, the white clouds are long, the flowing water is gurgling, the wonderful sound of nature is full of volume and ease, and the charm is soft and elegant, creating an ethereal and distant artistic conception. The sound of the sound is sad and moving, and everything in the world is dissolved in this deep yearning, which makes me feel sad.
Listen to the sounds of nature, and feel the voice flowing slowly in your heart, as light as water and as if it were a dream. Touching the heart hurts, and a tune of voiceless sounds makes a lot of ileum. It is difficult to cross the Qian Shan with Naiwan water, and the red shadow is wet in the window, making Qiu Guang thin. My hometown that haunts me day and night! The family that haunts me! The return date is far away, and tears are flying. When thoughts intersect, the difficulty is silent and the night is long.
The night curtain is full of dreams. Who is Qiu Si complaining to? Alone, dark ecstasy, Qian Fan, dew fell to the end of the world. The face in the mirror is empty and thin, and the brocade book is full of emotions. Every night when I meditate on the past, I feel sad and heartbroken.
when the breeze rises, the river ripples layer after layer. Missing is like the autumn water all over the river, spreading round and round, but it has no end. Thousands of miles away, are you thinking of you like me at this moment?
The night sky is silent, and the cool breeze blows my heart. How many dusty past events clearly emerge and flow in my dreams. Time has passed, things have changed, and everything has long been a memory. And those pasts have not been gradually forgotten with the wear and tear of time. Sad and sleepless, the soul dreams are melodious.
a song of Qing dynasty is sent from a distance, so it's hard to complain about lovesickness. Sadness has been brewing, flooding, doomed to escape the shackles of this missing. Sadness lingers in my heart, and my homesickness grows stronger and stronger, winning a deeper cry.
People are thousands of miles away, but Nan Ke-Mengmeng is hard to wake up. Going home in the clouds and fog, looking at the end of the world. The autumn waters over the river seem to be unintentional, reflecting my long night. Soul and dream often depend on each other, the beauty is empty and self-promising, there is nowhere to complain about three thousand worries, and the yellow flowers bloom all over again.
Alas, people in the mirror are empty and thin, their youth is short and their love is long, and their love and hate are boundless and boundless.
Why do Iraqis wear red makeup? Who do you dress for? Ten miles of lotus flowers, the ruins faded, and they were empty and prosperous. If you want to climb the mountain, you will see thousands of miles of clouds, like a dream. Daidai is blushing and secretly ethereal; Graceful posture, Sandy posture ill.
whether the double ninth festival breaks the soul, and it turns back and forth. Looking in the mirror alone, looking at the beautiful face, I look a little old. Three thousand moss, the youth is still alive. Alone lamenting the fleeting time, complicated and tangled, always like this. The bright moon is in the sky, the long smoke covers the sun, and no one in the world can miss it. Attic view, eaves facing the sun, uneven west wind thin.
outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, it's heartbreaking to hear the bell in the misty rain. Where is this life today, and who is wasting the painting in the dream? Hair is like snow, and if the wind is idle, it will break and drift. The willows by the lake stand for a long time. What is the mourning for tomorrow?
looking back, I am surprised. I want to fly over the other side for the butterfly in the wind. Dancing in the Spring and Autumn Period, who will cross in the fleeting time? Pondering over the shore, the spring Mimi, waving hands and watching, the past is reluctant. Quiet dream, love you
you and I
The study is quiet, listening quietly, the window is gradually smelling Oriental Ming, the desk is silent, and the thinking is even more unintentional. The breeze disturbs the curtain of the past, and tears hang in front of the eyelids. Who sighs and pines, regrets the years, and everything is disheartened!
Life is like this. Every day passes by in the changing mood. There are sunny days, gloomy days and long rainy days.
In the morning, I sent my eyes to the young bud, and the young bud bathed my mood with fragrance. In the transparent sky, the turbid air of the long night nightmare disappeared and I felt refreshed all over.
the bird knocked on the window, and the crisp song hummed with me. I don't know what it hummed.
I became young. I opened the door, let go of my wings, and like a little girl, I carried blue sky and white clouds, gently bringing the green eyes into my mind, and greedily sucking in the fragrant air. It's not all. I took these green flowers home carefully, expressed them lovingly into the pale stationery, and suddenly the stationery was full of fresh and rich thoughts.
after dinner, I looked around. Today is a rainy day. Even though it is rainy, the fresh and clean air in spring can't be covered by the fine crystal drops. Let my dry thoughts bathe in the bright green again, and my deep affection spreads in this elegant season.
Pull open the glass door connecting the balcony with the study. The flower tree of Laodou opened its green warmth to me in a gentle breeze. I smiled back and stepped out of the study gently, caressing the green leaves that were kind to me with my slender hands.
caressing them is like caressing the long-lost actress. She is so friendly, so beautiful and elegant that my thoughts and softness are even more affectionate with it.
although I don't know much about accompanying you, I am deeply touched by the meticulous care and cultivation of Laodou. Your body fragrance not only warms my little environment, but also warms the infinite softness in my heart, and also makes my life with Laodou so full, loving and lasting. I silently feel for me, Laodou, you and my sunset! ! ! Crimson
It's spring in March, and in a courtyard in front of the building, several cherry trees can't help teasing by the soft warm wind, and secretly show some pink smiles. Looking from a distance, those delicate young trees, hidden in laziness, are like girls after bathing, showing charming shyness under the affectionate peep of everyone, especially the faint blush on their cheeks, which is even more exciting. Once, when I first met, I mistakenly thought it was Chun Mei, so I avoided it at a distance, for fear that I would be confused by the overly colorful costume. Until that silent night, I stood at her feet, with a faint moonlight, watching Leng Yan quietly elegant in her twilight and smelling her cold fragrance from the inside out. Only then did I realize that it was the cherry blossom I missed so much. The next day, with shame and reverie, I came to her feet again, only to find that under the encouragement of the hot sun, she was extremely lively and graceful in dancing. The breeze blows slowly, and it is full of color and enchanting. Since then, her beauty has been fixed in my heart.
I often go to see her and try my best to pursue every image of her in the depths of my memory. Then put them together and reflect them in your mind. Afraid of missing every detail of her short flowering period. She seems to be very cooperative with me, and always brings a little joy to every visit. When I am sad for her fallen cherry blossoms, she will shake her branches lazily, indicating that she still has a lot; When I linger at night, she will occasionally put some cherry blossoms into my pocket, suggesting that it is getting late. Although, she has changed a lot compared with when I first met her. However, I firmly believe that she won't leave prematurely, because I never believe the story of "seven days of cherry blossoms". Sadly, the day finally arrived. When I looked at her, all she was gaunt was bare branches, but I didn't forget to wave to me. I didn't recognize her. The delicate flowers in the past were full of branches, and she used to be enchanting. It seemed like a big dream yesterday, never before. I looked down uneasily, and sure enough, the fallen petal had already spread all over the floor.