I refused to go in winter, and when it was no longer cold, the temperature had reached more than 20 degrees, and it soon entered summer.
So many people put on summer clothes when they take off their cotton-padded jackets.
Spring clothes such as sweaters, jackets and thick coats have been put to great use in recent years.
It's only been a few days since the trees germinated and flourished, and it seems to be racing against time.
Spring flowers are also short, almost like a flash in the pan.
I used to like taking pictures when I saw beautiful flowers, but now I'm too lazy to take pictures.
It is also mainly because sadness is greater than joy.
Flowers fade, flowers fly all over the sky, who pity the red incense? "
Looking at those failed flowers and petals all over the ground, people can't help but feel sad, reminiscent of "burying flowers" in A Dream of Red Mansions. Cao Xueqin used Lin Daiyu's words to describe the cruelty and helplessness of life.
"Wicker elm pods leave wheatgrass, regardless of peach blossoms and Li Fei;
Peaches and plums can be delivered next year. Who do you know in the boudoir next year? "
Flowers still bloom every year, but they are different from year to year.
A few days ago, my father's hand failed, and my wife and I were helpless. At least he obeyed and went to the hospital for an examination. Results After only two or three years, it has changed from lacunar cerebral infarction to bilateral cerebral infarction, not to mention CT showing cerebellar atrophy symptoms. Although the doctor told me it was Alzheimer's disease. But I can't accept the fact that my father is a little old.
Entering middle age, people become more and more sensitive. The book The Exiled Old King made me cry several times. "It's like watching my father drop blood slowly in a slow-motion movie. Life leaks from him bit by bit, and the quality and personality of the whole person leaks from this person bit by bit. " This description is more or less empathetic to children.
In 20 12, I went back to my hometown in Shandong with my parents. My father hasn't been back to his hometown for more than ten years. During a week in his hometown, he said many times: This may be the last time I went. When we left, I saw my uncle secretly wiping his tears. I told my uncle, don't listen to my father. I will bring them back when I have time. Although I was confident, I couldn't stop crying when I turned around on the bus. Can I do that? Can God give me another chance?
And I haven't been able to accompany my father back yet. After coming back that year, my son was seriously ill. I was worried that my son could not afford to toss and turn and never survived. My son's promise also made me cruelly empty. When I was in my hometown, the adults made fun of him. When will you come again? He said to my uncle's house, I'll be back at the age of nine! My aunt left last year, and I went back to my hometown for the last time, which became the last time for us and her. And my son has written many times to express his guilt to his great-grandmother, saying that he broke his word.
Mu Xin said: The sorrow of life is aging and death. Until then, no one should look down on anyone.
Chen Danqing's record of Mu Xin's last days was so touching that I burst into tears several times. I have mixed feelings about "people who know what the relics are like after the death of their loved ones." "He no longer bothered to maintain the pleasant conversation we tried to conspire with. For example, my hard-of-hearing mother looked at me with shy and naive eyes-this is what he looks like when he is old-and listened to me raise my voice and call him. " "Finally, at that moment, he is very good. After being lifted up, he sat in awe, reached out and signed like a baby's pen.' Wood' and' heart' fell in ridiculous positions. Then, he gently held his finger and touched the inkpad-Mr. Wang never wrote a good word, but when people dispersed, I burst into tears ... "
One day, a friend from afar suddenly called me to say goodbye at night and thanked me for my help. He is hospitalized with uremia and his life is in danger at any time. He said: I'm afraid I have to leave in time, so I don't have time to say thank you. Put the phone down, my heart aches. I have never experienced such a farewell! He is a friend I met online. I have been in contact for several years, but I have never seen him. Life is too short. If you don't meet him, it will be a farewell.
Ji Xianlin wrote in an essay entitled "Only Tao was unusual at that time": More than ten years ago, I revisited G? ttingen, Germany, where I stayed for ten years. My teacher Professor Waldschmidt and his wife are still alive, but they are not what they used to be-the house was donated to the Vatican Institute and the car was sold. They only had an only son who was killed in World War II. At this time, the old couple lived alone in a very luxurious nursing home. This hospital is well-equipped, with swimming pool, tennis court, etc. However, what is the use of these devices for the elderly in their seventies, eighties and nineties? To the shock of the old people, every once in a while, a room number will be vacant and the owner will go to see God. It goes without saying that this is a great stimulus to the elderly. My arrival was unexpected to the professor. He's kind of in heaven. My wife showed me the snacks I used to eat in G? ttingen. The professor seems to be rejuvenated and returned to that year. He smiled and said, "live a good life and talk about what you said before!" " "I left the professor and his wife with tears in my eyes and said something that I didn't even believe myself:" I'll see you again in a few years. "Meeting may be the last time in my life. Who can not be sad?
"Let's watch the spring flowers gradually fall, that is, when the beauty dies of old age;
No sad songs for me, I don't know what happened! "
"Hua Lin thanked Chunhong and left in a hurry." Life was too hasty to chew, and people were old, and they were forced to die before they could formally say goodbye.
I don't know when the temple has frosted.
I wonder when my face changed.
Suddenly miss those who were brave.
And the frivolity of ignorant teenagers.
Suddenly found that life is short.
Suddenly found that the road is no longer long.
I haven't made room to hug myself yet.
Time flies in such a hurry.
How can you get old just by learning to be sensible?
How can you get old just by learning to be tolerant?
How do you know where to go?
Why do you get old before you get there?
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Uncle Qiu's "Old for a Moment" often makes me burst into tears.