A while ago, my wife was fascinated by Korean dramas, and I followed suit and watched a few. I am very surprised at the myth that Agassi in South Korea is not old. It's really touching to think that four old people who add up to 200 years ago came to Changzhou to perform. But a person's forever does not have to be written on his face, maybe he writes it in his heart. Otherwise, how could Tayu Lo say that your growth touched you?
Life is always like this. In a blink of an eye, the little girl next door has grown into a big girl, but her parents are too old to go out again.
Recently, I am reading Livingston's biography. A person, in thirty-seven years, went deep into Wan Li, Africa. In the face of cannibals, wild animals and slave traders, he never fired a shot, only brought medicine, science and the Bible. I think this is a miracle created by God.
Speaking of God, my sister has given me a Bible since she believed in Christ. Later, my brother-in-law sent another one As a result, I don't know who took one, and the other rummaged by the bed. It's just that every time I don't finish reading those complicated genealogies-who gave birth to whom and who gave birth to whom-I fall asleep. It can be seen that a dull mind really needs the light of wisdom.
I am ashamed to say that. Christianity is a grateful religion. Christians often thank God for giving them this and that. We believe in demanding religion, and after the firecrackers on New Year's Eve, we have to ask the Bodhisattva one way or another-I didn't mean to belittle China people at all, just like myself. Fortunately, Bodhisattva can always satisfy something. But from the realm, it is a little lower than Christians. But hope is always a good thing.
My sister encourages me to write something, but I'm really lazy. Even if I have some ideas, I don't want to understand them seriously. By the age of forty, there are generally two kinds of people, one is what they deserve, and they have basically got it, and the future days are just tinkering for happiness; The other is that everything that should be lost is lost, and you have no more capital to lose.
A few years ago, on a beach in the south, I sat on the beach with a friend and looked at the sky. The afternoon sun makes my skin a little hot and makes me sleepy. A few years later, on a beach in the north, I watched a group of children having fun after drinking alone. That friend once said, come and listen to the rain in typhoon season. But I never have a chance to go there again.
Life is always a legend in the journey. Life will stop one day. Mr. Lu Xun said that there are too many "voices of emperors in winter and winter, red, green and green colors *" in life, and the media are constantly mentioning "a celebrity's dinner, a star's glorious history". In a short time, the reader's head turned into a bucket of paste. Of course, I also like sound and color *, but other than that, I don't want to be a bucket of paste.
Livingston walked in the dark wilderness, facing unknown rivers, mountains, deserts and forests. It's the voice of God calling him from within.
No, the ancient myth is just a legend.