Maybe you will think:
Never mind, just buy another one next time!
When the meteor is fleeting,
Maybe you will think:
Never mind, the next one will be longer!
When the flowers wither,
Maybe you will think:
Never mind, the next one will be more beautiful!
When my life is over,
What do you think:
Will I be healthier next?
In the long journey of life,
There are ups and downs and flatness;
There are smooth sailing and bumps;
Let's seize this life,
Let's design this life,
We will bloom like summer flowers in flower of life! !
Life is like summer flowers-Prose 2 makes life beautiful like summer flowers and death beautiful like autumn leaves.
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He said that there are many wild flowers on the hillside in the distance, which bloom like ripe fruits in winter.
He said that wild flowers far away from the ground bloom when the grass is bare and there is snow on the ground, just as strange as the thrilling sharpness hidden in eyes without eyelashes.
He said that colorful flowers are so bright, the sunlight reflects snowflakes, and wild flowers are as bright as thorns. Colorful flowers are like a huge carpet woven by gods, and they can't tell the boundaries.
He said that wild flowers are like the sea. People can't see when they go in. He almost drowned in the sea of flowers and never got out again. These flowers are wrapped around his bones.
he said ...
he said ...
he said ...
He kept talking so much just to impress him.
Ah, brother, my good brother ... He stroked the boy's head. my dear brother ...
In the communication between winter and spring, the frozen lake melted with a bang and fell like a cracked iceberg. They climbed the hillside and saw wild flowers everywhere under their feet. They exuded fragrance and raged like flames. It was so quiet that they only heard scratching flames licking the sky, burning all over the mountain and Yuan Ye, and they were reluctant to leave the wreckage. How gorgeous the early-maturing wild flowers are by the mature wild flowers, trembling gently in the cold wind, but endless and tireless, even if no one is watching, even if the north wind is bleak, they try their best to bloom here. Some golden stamens were covered with residual snow, and some residual flowers were sealed by the snow and ice left over from winter, but the overwhelming fragrance of flowers made my brother drunk for a while, but he was drunk all his life.
Later, my brother left and went to a big city, saying that he would never be trapped in this prairie again. There are flocks of white cattle and sheep on the grassland, and the grass is as blue as the sky, but they are not their own after all. Brother, I just want to be a bird chasing white clouds, looking for roots like dandelion seeds. Brother does not belong here. Brother, remember the flowers that day? Even if my brother is going to die, he will be like that flower, although he is still alive. My brother looked at the arrogant handwriting on the letter. The handwriting has not changed, but my brother's handwriting has changed. When did he learn the polite and distant words of city people? Looking at the address that belongs to Beijing on the letter, my brother cried, and his tears hit the colored stationery at the bottom of the sea, just like the wild flowers that occasionally fell that day, so out of place.
Three months was a spring-summer exchange, and my brother climbed that hillside again. The memory of climbing the hillside happily behind my brother is vivid, as if it happened yesterday, but it gives people a feeling so far away. Blame the flower sea, like a dividing line, which separates the two brothers.
The green grass in Yuan Ye is like a furry green carpet with many flowers embroidered on it. Time and space overlap, flowers bloom endlessly until they die, but two people become one person.
The gentle sunshine blooms hesitantly in the dew at the grass tip, and the colorful brilliance condenses and releases, stroking each summer flower and jumping. Summer flowers changed from warm and colorful in early spring to soft and prosperous in early summer, and clusters of summer flowers gathered together. Time seems to have stopped, and my brother seems to hear the sound of summer flowers sprouting. My brother sat there in a daze, his trance-like manner changed from that of three months ago. Thinking about his distant brother, he seemed to understand his ambition.
The poem sent by my brother was under my arm and fell to the ground unconsciously. The smoky wind made the summer flowers sway and the pages turned over and stopped on one page.
Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.
Life is like a summer flower-Prose 3 During a certain period of time, I declared to every friend around me like a neurotic person that I was afraid of death. As a result, I almost drowned in saliva
I must admit that I am a person who is afraid of death. When watching some patriotic movies, I feel very uneasy and always feel that I am a traitor. Later, when I saw IP Man, I thought that Li Zhao was my representative. If I had lived in that era, I think I would have chosen Li Zhao's path.
Please don't scold me, but you can criticize me. However, before you criticize me, please give me a chance to defend myself.
Everyone has only one life, and every life is equal. Why do we ask others to sacrifice their lives to complete history and create heroes? ! Life is like a flower blooming in summer. Our aim is to make the peanuts of life grow more brilliantly.
If I were Tan Sitong, I would choose to escape. Because I know that keeping the green hills is not afraid of burning without firewood, as long as I live well, I will have a chance to make a comeback; If I were Xiang Yu, I would choose Jiangdong. Because I know that winning or losing is a common occurrence in military strategists. As long as I live well, I will have a chance to make a comeback. If I were Emperor Guangxu, I would choose tolerance. Because I know that today's retrogression is to stand up tomorrow. As long as I live well, I have the opportunity to take power to save the country.
However, history will not come back, and their lives are so vigorous but short-lived and fleeting.
Between death and corruption, Sima Qian chose corruption, so he survived and made himself a legend in history books. Sima Qian's choice enabled flower of life, who was dying, to be reborn. Between death and humiliation, Han Xin chose humiliation, so he survived, achieved Liu Bang's hegemony, and left his name in the history books.
You can't have your cake and eat it. When life and personality conflict, which one will you choose? In my opinion, life is the foundation of everything. If we choose life and abandon our personality, we can still use the later time to make up for our personality defects. However, when we choose personality and abandon life, life is over. What about personality? Of course, I'm not saying that I can give up everything by hook or by crook to make a living. In order to save your life, you can give up something, but giving up has a bottom line.
If you are willing to give up, you will get something if you know how to give up. In a person's life, if you dare to give up, you will get something, and if you get something, you will give up. People only have one life, so don't give up so easily. Let our life be as brilliant as flowers in full bloom in summer.
Life is like summer flowers-how should four people live this life? Do you live in a daze every day, and then live a dull life? Or should we pursue a vigorous life and make ourselves immortal? Today, Who Who told me the answer.
Whose Biography tells the stories of three great artists, Beethoven, Michelangelo and lev tolstoy, and praises their indomitable will and noble character.
These three heroes, who are highly praised by the author, are suffering from diseases, suffering from tragic experiences, or full of confusion and contradictions-but they overcame difficulties with their own perseverance, "grabbed the throat of fate", and at the same time poured their enthusiasm into their works, adding a lot of color to the treasure house of human civilization. ...
"The life of a giant is like a mirror, reflecting our meanness and insignificance." A hero's life is so legendary. What about us? Life is an empty dream, but it is fleeting-time flies in a hurry, leaving only one's own sigh and melancholy. Everyone wants to be a hero who is praised by people, but there is no hero's firm belief, great spirit and superhuman charm-so he loses himself in mediocrity.
Someone once said: "This is an era of lack of faith-in a materialistic metropolis, the world of countless people rushes into your ears every day. Xiao went to Stanford, and Xiao B earned more than 100 million yuan a year ... We are so humble, ordinary, and at a loss, ups and downs here ... "Yes, some people lost their way in the cycle of life and became insensitive-it is for this reason that some ambitious but incompetent people began to fight foolishly and hype themselves through various channels-so eager.
Suddenly I remembered "Sister Feng" who holds up half the sky on the Internet. She is average in qualifications and plain in appearance. She held high the blind date threshold of 1.48 meters, and she was confident in her words and deeds, which shocked many netizens. At first, I couldn't stand her words and deeds-but now, I feel sorry for her, she is just a moth chasing fame and fortune-she hyped herself so boldly, but now she is reviled by netizens every day.
What's the point of this life?
I think we can be ordinary, but we can't be ordinary-
The most terrible thing in life is not to experience hardships, but to look back on life before dying and regret your mediocrity, like an ant, disappearing without a trace. In fact, life should be like a blank sheet of paper. You should decide what to write and what color to draw on it. Different people have different hobbies, different talents and different ideals. They live and struggle in the way they like. Although you may not live forever and become a hero, as long as you live a full and meaningful life, you can make your life shine, make yourself truly happy and realize your life value. Why not make extraordinary contributions in ordinary posts?
As Tagore said, "Let life be as gorgeous as summer flowers".
Life is like a summer flower-Essay 5 When I meet you, I urgently need to have a long stream of water with you.
It's been a long time since such a person walked by. In the meantime, I am like a floating cloud. The sky is too big, and I have drifted across a lot of scenery in the direction of the wind, but I am still helpless.
I have indulged myself, about desire, about fame and wealth, about many practical factors. I also said Zeng Dandan. Not interested in marriage. Although I want to be extraordinary, I still can't escape the shackles of the world. In other words, I am a layman at heart. In the cardamom years, I didn't expect or expect marriage, and even felt that it was a headache for two people to be entangled in trivial matters of life. I really don't understand why so many girls around me yearn for and love it.
People have different moods and ideas at every time. As for changing their minds, there must be an "incredible" to reverse the present. Just like today, I feel like a dream, afraid of being far away from you on the court. I'm afraid of being apart from you.
I don't want to find it. Because I have tenderness for you.
Any woman will have her delicate side in front of the person she loves before she is careless or arrogant. She loves him, depends on him, takes care of him in every possible way, bears children for him, and can give up sacrifice for him at all costs in the craziest time. I have met too many young people. She wears long hair for another person and worries about family affairs all day. There is nothing magnificent in ordinary life. I still feel happy until my face is old and yellow. How much courage does it take?
I used to despise this "loss of self" behavior. But I am still a mortal, and I also have secular desires. I began to fantasize about being your wife, even if I was unknown all my life, I had no resentment.
Life is like a summer flower-Prose 6 Love you, which amazes me: I can embrace the whole world, or I can never forget it.
If you can accompany me through this long journey, no matter how many twists and turns along the way. I am willing to make up my mind to pour all my fears and lifelong emotions into the years when I am with you at this moment. I mean, my whole life.
In the thin present situation, I have tried to imagine your plot in the future for thousands of times. There has always been a wish in my heart: I must travel all over the famous mountains and rivers in my lifetime. I am eager to walk with you and leave our footprints and memories in those dazzling scenery.
The two of us, holding hands, listened to the tinkling of the ancient town of Lijiang, folded our hands and let the river lights drift, bearing our expectations. We went to Shangri-La, picked Gesang flowers to see the flags fluttering, or went to Tibet, bought a pair of silver bracelets in Barkhor Street, went to Potala Palace to listen to the pious pilgrimage, and went to Namco to reach out and touch the clouds and step on the water. Also, we can go to Hong Kong, eat snacks all over the streets of Kowloon, and, um, go to Disney for a whole day and go back to our old age. Take a boat to Victoria Harbour at night to watch the sunset and count the stars after dark. ...
I am really afraid that I will never see your face clearly again one day, so I wrote these words and couldn't help dreaming. I hope I can remember you for a long time and remember that I love you deeply ... you know, I have been holding such great expectations.
Have you ever read my mind? Now, in the future.
But I dare not and I don't want to imagine how I would cope without you in my world. I need you. I hug you with open arms, and I sigh gently. If you leave, I won't catch you.
In the depressing silence of the night, I saw you in front of my eyes. What should I do if the first person I think of when I wake up every day is my favorite? I don't just wake up, sleep or do anything. You are everywhere. ...
In a dreamlike situation in my dream, I hugged you tightly from behind and tried my best to stick my heart on your back. Maybe you just turned around and held me in your arms out of sympathy. This euphemistic refusal forced me not to linger. I, on the other hand, would rather stubbornly believe in myself. Hold you, groan: don't leave.
Obsessive, soft and broken, beautiful. Like a vine he loves, his hands are wrapped around your neck. I want to say a thousand words in your ear. It's like eating away at my pain day and night, biting your abrupt collarbone. I want you to feel the pain all over me. Maybe in this way, you can vaguely see the road of your love, which I have struggled through.
A hot tear can't help dripping down my cheek to your chest. Have you ever heard the sound of your heart being crushed? Death, like a fallen flower, blooms with reserve. Do you feel the warmth of a kiss flowing between your lips and teeth, and it is devastated under the gorgeous.
Please hold me like this.
I am willing for you/I am willing for you/I am willing to forget my name for you/Even if I stay in your arms for one more second/It is not a pity to lose the world/I am willing to be exiled for you/I am willing to be exiled for you/As long as you really respond to me with love/I am willing to do anything for you. ...
Life is like a summer flower-Prose 7 is in trouble, and I am always the same to you, but it is also a sad and beautiful song.
I want to eat Lamian Noodles loudly with you, regardless of other people's eyes.
I want to hold a steaming Starbucks with you in the severe winter;
I want you to feed me a potato chip dipped in tomato sauce;
I want us to meet at Pizza Hut. You watch me holding the salad intently, and I carefully serve you cut the cheese pizza.
I want us to eat fish-flavored shredded pork in a small restaurant in an alley. You said you would share a bowl of noodles with me.
When you thought I accidentally ate Portuguese egg tart, you reached out and wiped the cheese on my mouth;
I want to watch 20xx with you. At the end of the world, with you around, I have no regrets. ...
Lotus flowers in Shichahai are in full bloom all summer. It's cool and breezy. At three o'clock in the morning, we put on the river lights.
798 factory exudes the fragrance of art everywhere. Under the boulevard, I leaned against a sculpture with my hands and asked you: am I more beautiful than it?
Huaxing No.1 Cinema is full of beautiful things, holding popcorn, and we enjoy watching a midnight show together.
Wangfujing is bustling with people coming and going. I want to choose a shirt for you.
The Olympic Park is exciting. You said that if you have the chance to catch up with Beijing before hosting the Olympic Games, you must take me to the scene. ...
Not only others, but also I feel very uncomfortable. Fear is such a hopeless idea that it seems to have become a fatal origin.
The brighter I smile at you on weekdays, the sadder I feel.
If love is related to fate, why is it like a burnt-out candle?
Suddenly, I realized that I was thinking about lack while I was moving forward. Leaving and remembering are things between thoughts, and eternity is worthless in time. The wind blows in the new year, and you still walk alone like the original me, so my heart sinks with endless vicissitudes.
Dachao, the spring of the New Year is coming. ...
You are as clean as ever, and I am still attached to you. How many seasons do we have to go through? I have been standing here for a long time. I think love can ignore external things, such as appearance and age. But in the end it failed in the face of reality. I thought love could be simple, and two people, appreciating each other, would last forever. I thought I could give you love, blend in with you and accompany you, but I was wrong again. Maybe this kind of love is not what you want. And what you are pursuing is just what I can't bear.
Waiting has become a habit in a subtle way.
I wonder, what kind of woman will you fall in love with in the future? Where should I go? Everything, there is no answer.
If one day, you start to want to live a stable life with a woman; If one day, you see these words; If one day, you finally move. Then, please be sure to find me. The world is so big, I will look at the scenery I walked with you in those fantasies. Wherever I go, you must find me.
Life is like summer flowers-Prose 8 "I don't know how long I slept in the dark, and I don't know how difficult it is to open my eyes. I am this dazzling moment, the flash on the horizon. I long for you to see me, and I will never come back. Along the way, in spring, there are many thorns, which are as short and gorgeous as summer flowers ... "
Every day, singing will accompany me. When I heard this song, I was full of worries about my work, a little tired and confused, and anxiety filled my whole chest!
When the title of "Juanzi" was gradually replaced by "Song Zong", Juanzi, who was once innocent and carefree, gradually entered the ranks of strong women in shopping malls and suddenly turned into a quiet woman who pursued a simple life and wrote silently. Will it be a clear sky for me? Or a complete transformation? Or a complete transformation? Or is the future bleak? After all, it is an unknown number!
After years of ups and downs, I am no longer a simple and vacant child. Those innocent diaries are not far away from me, and have become my lifelong memory!
In a person's life, all the joys, sorrows, unforgettable and troubles are like a picture scroll, stuck in his heart. Let those unforgettable and nostalgic stay in my heart forever!
Reading birch forest? There is a saying in the preface of Talking about Vicissitudes: If reality is a burning flame, then the past is ashes. A beautiful spark drawn from the ashes is called memory. In other words, memory is a precious form to rekindle one's life and youth.
Once, I chewed this sentence carefully, the profound artistic conception in simple words. How rich the memory, how rich the life is. Memory cannot be made up, just as life cannot be made up. What is life? No one can really understand him and interpret him correctly. Everyone pursues happiness in his own life, but he doesn't know where the direction is. Sometimes it's really hard. I am halfway through my life, but in the end, I can't understand the real life.
Standing in the port for 30 years, I stopped and looked forward. The road was smooth and smooth. I work in finance at leisure. Although there are inevitable troubles and troubles, they are only limited to some personal factors. Being a manager now, I can't breathe and can't neglect. Please allow me to continue slowly.
Listening to Pu Shu's Life is Like Summer Flowers, I walked into the office, looked at all kinds of terms and disciplines on the table, and looked at the staff who were working hard outside the glass door, which made me feel that all this was true.
Juanzi, once naive and young, is gone forever. Now Juanzi will face a female general who is advancing.
Today, I specially wore a black dress, a long black trench coat, a short black skirt and black high heels, and changed my playful dress. I want to change. I am no longer the skilled woman who just stepped into the society and protected the flowers in the greenhouse. She only cares about Nuo Nuo's family.
I was more surprised than surprised when the mature and steady image appeared in front of them. I smiled at them and gave myself a relaxed state!
In fact, I know that I am not relaxed. New problems and busy work can't relax me at all. I can't sleep and eat at night, and I feel thin. Pressure is an invisible shell, which weighs heavily on my breath, so that snails crawl slowly and hard in my heart, step by step. ...
I close my beloved diary, collect beautiful and simple memories, and temporarily hide the preferences of these girls. I want to face bigger challenges and stick to my life!
The oncoming pressure can't knock me down at all, even if the road is complicated and bumpy at the moment, the thorns are paved. However, in this world of the strong and the weak, the fittest survive and the weak are stupid. I can't stop this change. I want to meet the challenge!
"Spring scenery all the way, thorns all the way, which is as short as a beautiful summer flower ... the song is melodious and the heart is full of passion. Perhaps, after stepping through thorns and bumps, my life will be sunny and as bright as summer flowers!
Life is like a summer flower-Essay 9 Because the wind has no catkins, only sunflowers face the sun obliquely.
The excitement of summer should be as brilliant as sunflower. "If the heart is sunny, it will not be sentimental," someone said.
Yes! If someone is waiting for her to go home, she will still enjoy the colorful summer with him like a sunflower. The prosperity of life is like an unruly sunflower. People with people, land, affection and deep commitment to each other have romantic memories that live up to each other. So times have changed, I still love, love sunflower, and love men or girls like sunflower.
I remember that sunflowers were planted at home. When enjoying the cool in summer, sunflowers can not only be viewed, but also picked as food. In retrospect, they are also unique and interesting. No catkins will be disturbed by the affection of the wind for no reason. It's still such a lively and sweaty summer day. It's no longer the day when spring flowers bloom, but you can always see sunny sunflower trees on the roadside and in the fields, which defile summer and life. Sunflowers are brightly colored, which complements the excitement in summer.
Generally speaking, it is always painful to think of spring, and it is always sad to think of Qiu Guang. On the contrary, in summer, in addition to the increasingly sleepy weather, there are sunflowers in love. Speaking of lotus, I think of the kind of ignorance, purity and freshness of first love. Then when it comes to sunflowers, it should be a pair of men and women in love. There is no plain and shallow mind, but sincere and enthusiastic mutual understanding, without limitations and definitions.
The days without wind and waves not only describe the state of life, but also describe the weather in summer. Walking like this, time suddenly turns and the wind becomes infatuated. After falling in love with catkins, I stopped moving and wandering, but settled by the water. After all, life depends on luck, so the wind doesn't have to love this and that, so the sunflower fell in love with the sun and it, so you fell in love with her or him. There is no doubt that love is like oxygen.
Later, when I remembered this scene, I was still looking forward to it.
Life is like a summer flower-essay 10 Gardenia, a famous tree in front of the court, tries to tie a knot and send it to Xie Niang.
As long as you keep a banana leaf and a gardenia in full bloom, you keep a woman's life.
The hustle and bustle of summer, like a hermit's poem, says, "Thank you, Haitang flies out, and the weather is getting longer and longer." Plain and elegant words cover up a woman's true appearance, lazy, tired, idle ... This is a cycle of life, a lingering green banana and curling heart, a melancholy gardenia, an acid swelling of an expectant and disappointed heart, just like a life that has been fiddled with for no reason.
Finally, she became a sad and sentimental gardenia girl in summer. Although her eyes often contain tears, it is a perfect match with the excitement of summer! The excitement of summer is because a girl who likes pure white gardenia falls in love with a man who smells like gardenia. But because of the precipitation after falling in love, she always has a little melancholy and only stays a little.
In my mind, the feeling of "I want to tie a knot and give my thanks to my mother with all my heart" was repeatedly tossed and turned. I'm guessing that this commitment to be a white-headed man may stand me up one day. After all, summer is not like other flowers, gardenias bloom and pinellia leaves. After all, it still looks tearful. Thank you, Begonia flies, Begonia flowers wither and catkins leave. In the end, all the expectations in love came to nothing. Where can I find pure and clean lotus flowers and warm and uninhibited sunflowers? So, speaking of it, I can't blame the hermit for breaking his heart with tears.
A gardenia is better than a fleeting past. Imagine a woman like Zhu floating in the winding path of summer, looking around. Her words are full of longing for beauty, and her words are full of bitterness and disappointment in life. She smiled and sighed, when a gardenia blooms, it is this woman's life!
Maybe the hermit shouldn't meet Yi An. If you don't meet her, there will be no lazy amorous feelings of "leaning against the door and smelling childhood friends". She is still the lazy one, or the one who is still working in poetry ... In the end, no matter Yi 'an or living in leisure, she is like gardenia, even though it has always been the plain appearance, but after all, because of luck, it is silent and prosperous in the long river of summer.
As a result, the flowers are shy. After all, the wind is too affectionate, and the fragrance is like the sound of "mountain water" swinging slowly. Bananas and gardenias in summer have finally become the meaning of lovelorn. From intense enthusiasm to silence and eternal life, it is a lifetime. Summer flowers bloom, and the silent life in the depths of flowers is a woman's expectation and loss, loss and expectation for the world.
Wandering, watching a summer flower bloom, you can see that you are old at a glance.