Life is neither too long nor too short. It's hard to find someone exactly like you. Life is neither urgent nor slow. I believe I will meet the right person in one class. Fate will always make such people meet and know each other. I stand at the end of fate, waiting for someone who is destined to be.
People talk for so long all their lives, and there is only one person who may accompany you to the old age, so don't fall in love easily. Who knows if you are willing to accompany me all my life and make many friends, but just friends, not too close, friends who can help you at critical times, friends who can listen to your heart, and friends who can talk to you about your dreams.
But don't make friends just because you are lonely. Everyone is responsible for his own life. You can be sure that the person you are with now will go through your life. If there is no ending, I would rather not start. I don't know if you are the person I am waiting for, so I dare not love casually. But I believe in myself. If I meet you, I won't let you leave.
If I am confused at this time, I will pursue my dream first. If I am lonely at this time, I will plan my dreams more. I'd like to meet at my best.
If I haven't met it yet, maybe I'm too young in the crowd at this time. If I haven't met, maybe I'm not beautiful enough at this time.
If you haven't met yet, be alone first. A person can see more clearly and think more clearly. When a person is alone, he has many pursuits, such as a person's sky, a person's music, a person's travel, a person's dream, a person's belief and a person's persistence. No matter where you look, there is always a place for you ahead. Faith is still there, dreams are still there, and expectations are still there.
The fate between a person and a person is too early, just because you are too young to cherish it. It's too late, just because you didn't wait, you missed it. I just want to meet at the best time.
A dream, a belief, a wait, a lifetime.
My family.
There are four people in my family, father, mother, brother and me. My father is an architect, my mother is a family expert, and my brother is an intern, ready to go to college.
My father is fifty years old this year. Dragons belong to bad-tempered dragons, but they are kind-hearted and sincere to their friends, so they are very popular. That's what I admire about him. According to him and his friends, his father was very naughty when he was a child, because he was the eldest son of the family and was often beaten by his grandparents.
Grandparents love drinking, and my father learned to drink at an early age. Every family, men, women and children should drink a little every day, until one day grandpa suddenly wanted to give up drinking, so he wrote a big warning at home, but it was still useless. Until now, grandpa has passed away, and dad has not given up drinking.
Dad is a straight man and a particularly stubborn person. Whether he has a degree or not, he will live up to expectations. Because my dad is a strong man, let's take drinking as an example. He didn't go out to eat, he was a normal person. Just because others say, brother, you don't have enough to drink, it's okay for you to drink, so I rushed over to him who had already drunk enough.
Grandparents have a preference for sons over daughters, but my father loves me more. Whenever my brother and I are at home, my brother will make a remote control with me and even fight. My dad will come and scold my brother, and he will dress me up every time I go out. I seldom bought chewing gum when I was a child, so I will be very happy to see chewing gum at home. Every time my father goes to the countryside, he will buy chewing gum and put it quietly in the triangle cabinet for me to find. Or take me to the supermarket to buy a lot of food to go home. My father seldom picks me up from school and never gives me a parent-teacher conference, but I don't blame him and I never blame him. Because I know he is busy and I have a good mother.
My mother is a standard housewife. My mother is my grandmother's second child. Sometimes I feel sorry for my mother. As a teacher, she should have been in this position. I asked my mother why she didn't take the college entrance examination the next day. Everything is ready, but I don't know which child is playing with fire in grandma's backyard. Because it used to be a wooden house, I burned the house and my mother's admission ticket and pen.
Mother thought about it, and left it to her brother to take the exam next year, so that her mother could only stay at home. Actually, it's all right. I am very satisfied to eat my mother's cooking every day. My mother likes cooking, and every dish is delicious. Every day, I always come in different ways. That's why I am so fat. My mother taught us to be diligent, learn to pack things and learn to be independent.
Now I have grown up, lived in school, and stayed outside alone for a month. I can feel that these things handed in by my mother are very useful. Compared with other children, I think I can really do a lot of things by myself. Sometimes chatting with classmates, they can't even wash the dishes. Even their mother washes their underwear. I was really surprised.
My mother likes me very much since she was a child. No matter what I ask, as long as she can do it, she and her father will satisfy my brother and me, so I think sometimes I have no burden. The only burden is how to become more perfect. I hope to be admitted to a good university and learn my major well and solidly.
There is also a clown at home, and that is my brother. My brother is three years older than me, so there is no generation gap with him. I like fighting as much as he does. When I was a child, I was most afraid of staying at home with him. Except for fighting every day, it is always me who gets hurt. When I was a child, my brother slept in a crib. He never cuts his toenails. At night, he hung my foot with his nails until it bled.
In addition to these, what is even more irritating is that he has been chasing me with a kitchen knife, running from the first floor to the fourth floor and running back to the first floor from the fourth floor. Finally, he couldn't run any longer, so he had to cover himself with a quilt, but he still couldn't escape from his clutches. He still cuts on the quilt with the back of a knife.
Sometimes he likes to cheat me, because he is good at math and English, so I ask him questions that he can't. He teaches me when he is in a good mood. When he is in a bad mood, he will ask me two yuan, sometimes five yuan. There is no way. I can only do this, so he will lie to me if I have money. Although I was particularly annoyed with him when I was a child, I cried at night when he was admitted to the university, because I thought that he didn't live at home and left me alone with no one.
I did everything by myself, and then I got used to it, so it was nothing. He was lucky to get a major in dentistry. Now he is going to practice soon, and the days of coming back are getting less and less. Now he's grown up and sensible. It's good for me, and he doesn't fight every day as before. Now he's back alone, and there's another one. Not surprisingly, she is my future eldest sister-in-law
I have been in contact with her several times. I know that she graduated from Sichuan University and studied computer programming. She is very powerful. Now she has worked. She is very sweet with my brother every day and is still very filial to her family. She is very kind to me and cares about me, so I still hope they can be together and have one more member in her family.
My family is like this. Very ordinary, with happiness and sadness. Every day, different dramas are staged.
Warm current in the heart
Sweet to warm happiness in my heart, breathtaking beautiful flowers, simple life.
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Acquaintance is a fate, and knowing each other is a fate. This word is wonderful, which describes both the lingering love and the greatness of friendship. It is a rare fate to get to know each other in the vast sea of people. Since we are predestined friends, we should cherish our time together. We can't predict the variables of time.
I met you in a season when purple orchids were in full bloom. Although that place is not where violets bloom, a faint fragrance lingers in my heart.
In every girl's heart, there are a few people who remember it deeply. Although they haven't completely lived in their hearts, there is still a place for each other in their narrow hearts, and each other is still very important in their hearts.
The boy who lives in the girl's spiritual field is very important to her. He enlightened girls' negative thoughts like a psychologist. He is also a diary in his heart, and girls record their ups and downs; He is also a trash can, recycling the memories that the girl dumped and didn't want to keep, and telling her troubles.
When I am happy, I have you with me
When I am sad, you accompany me.
When I am helpless, you are with me.
When I am lonely, I have you with me.
When I am desperate, you are with me.
In fact, the requirements are not so high, but sometimes, I feel that my ideas are selfish and only consider my own ideas, regardless of other people's opinions.
Although sometimes, in the face of other people's provocations and remarks, I never pay attention, but after a long time, I feel depressed and have nowhere to vent. I wanted to live a simple and happy life and pursue my own lifestyle, but sometimes there are too many impurities around me, mixed with too many floating dust.
Although there are people around, the inner loneliness has never been filled. This kind of loneliness is not the feeling of loneliness, but the warmth of home. Maybe this is the common idea of insecure girls.
Soon after I met you, QQ, telephone and WeChat became the tools we often contacted. We are used to having each other's voices. Although we are not as happy as our partners, we are still used to the world where you exist.
We have different friendships, which are between love, friendship and affection, and higher than love and friendship. I regard this feeling as a bosom friend, not far from your holder.
Sometimes, I often think that this feeling is quite good. I am here, you are there, you are happy, I am happy, you are sad, and I am uneasy.
I remember one day, I read a sad prose manuscript, which led to the collapse of two families because of mutual intolerance and incomprehension. In the end, both the female host and the male host in the article died of depression and left with regret to pursue their other half. Because they gave their partners the happiest promise, I will be there when you are here, and you will wait for me when you are not, and the ends of the earth will accompany you.
I asked you a puzzling question some time ago, but it's not puzzling. I just want to make sure what I think.
"Is it important in your mind?"
"all right! Not as important as a wife! "
"How important is it?"
"You guess? You still have a place in my heart. "
"How important is it? How much is it? "
"One sixth,"
Looking at this conversation, my heart gradually calmed down. I'm not mistaken. It feels so good. I thought I really did something wrong.
Our birthday is only one day away. Sometimes, I just wonder how good it would be if you were my own brother. In this case, some words and actions are not so embarrassing, I think so much. I am a freewheeling girl, an affectionate girl and a heartless girl.
Although I am really unreasonable sometimes, I didn't mean to tease you to bully you. At home, I always like to play with my brothers and sisters. They asked me if I could be a girl, and so did you. Always bully me and always say that I bully you.
Sometimes I think you are really stupid, even more stupid than me, and quite cute. I don't know how long this relationship will last, and we can't predict the future, but I am very happy with you these days. Thank you for bringing me happiness.
And a wild woman.
Acacia is thin and lonely. Clouds are red and willows are beautiful, and the wind alone sweeps away the feelings. Go back, the word "wild goose" lingers, and the brocade book has no guess. Who will be ruined by flowers?
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I just read a few words in my friend's space, and there is a saying that I like "making tea with sunshine" very much, so I want to savor what it looks like. Perhaps warmth, warmth, can feed the hungry heart; Perhaps it is bright and amazing, so that the haze is swept away. In a word, the taste of sunshine is good, warm and colorful. How about cooking wine in the moonlight? Cold, decisive, cold and biting; It may also be contaminated with the lovesickness of parting, and even the cup may be frosted. The moon is soft and charming, as light as water, and always smells of sadness.
If I had to make wine or tea, I wouldn't choose either. I want the wind as a medium to bring me one? ? The water of the Tianhe River. Thousands of years of missing each other across the river, endless tears and scalding cups are all in my eyes, hovering in my heart, and thousands of flavors emerge. Maybe if you have a drink, you will cry very black; Maybe I laughed and forgot the beauty of standing up in my life.
Read a passage from the heart, just like an old friend reunited after a long separation. Instant mental shock, fit. I like Xue Xiaochan's ci, which has a faint smell of fireworks and is super dusty. I also began to breed this kind of emotion, but slowly, I can't enter the country. There is still desire, and it may take two years for my heart to really calm down. Look at the mountains, look at the water.
Her Wild Woman likes this passage very much, and so does she. It's similar to what she said. It's a bit out of place in the crowd and you can recognize it at a glance. Like quiet, if it is summer, usually a glass of water, a book, lying in a rocking chair for an hour. Don't like to be disturbed, words walk in my heart, and my eyes occasionally lock a cloud in the sky. My thoughts are free and unconstrained, and I will be ethereal and in a daze. Sometimes I just sit in the yard, bask in the sun, watch birds bounce and watch a flower for a long time. The son will ask, Mom: What are you thinking? Actually, I didn't think anything, but I was stupid. If I want to, it's different from others. The flowers I see are alive and the clouds can breathe.
Maybe I'm one of those wild women who drinks in the world of mortals. My friend told me that you are special, so the secular eyes can't hold you. Since you are different, you must bear the exclusion of others.
In fact, I really don't care what others think of me. I can get everyone's unconvinced in one sentence. what do you think? None of my business! It is this sentence that accompanied me through all the strange eyes.
Sometimes when I put pen to paper, I don't know what to write at all, and I don't have a theme. I just condense ink at will. Thick and light, read it after you finish writing. Without manipulation, I am free, just like my temperament, wild and unrestrained. Sad ink, wantonly smearing that ordinary paper, it doesn't matter who likes it or not. Love what I love, think what I think, I am also a wild woman …
I just like this picture very much. The woman inside looks like me. Laughter is shallow and quiet. My hair is long, so is mine. Because I told him that I would stay forever and not cut your hair. Maybe it's telepathy I haven't spoken for a long time, but suddenly I asked: Have you eaten? It's cold, don't catch a cold! He's stupid and never says anything nice, but he's the only man I like who has moved his heart.
Yesterday was really bad, everything was swallowed silently, and it became a habit to endure without saying a word. He didn't ask. I didn't cry. But he asked me, all grievances broke out in an instant, and tears were like the sea that burst its banks. I asked him: Why did you want to see me? He replied: I don't know, I just think I want to know what you are doing! I know this fool is thinking of me, very, very much, but he just bears it.
How many things are floating, and several people pick them up in their dreams. Missing is bitter, just like coffee without sugar. But also refreshing, it is a poison, an addiction that can't be quit. Sometimes I feel that life is too long, and the long loneliness has become an incurable chronic disease, but I don't want to find an antidote. Sink like this, just like a cloud floating all the time, swaying with the wind, but not falling with the rain.
Maybe we will meet in the afterlife and suddenly smile and say, lover, I have been waiting for you! I don't regret meeting you in this life. Pain is a poison I am willing to take. Without resentment, I feel at ease with you. If you live a good life, I want nothing more. ...
How many people cried again? Actually, I cried when I wrote it Knowing that he came to see it, although he didn't say anything, he would laugh to tears. Is it stupid? That's pathetic! It doesn't matter, this is me, the myth in others' eyes, and the legendary enchantress. In front of him, she is just a weak little woman who loves to cry.
Half a cup of turbid wine, for whom are you drunk, crying and decadent? When do flowers bloom most beautifully? Flowers fall asleep with a smile. You said it was unintentional, I said it was sentimental, leaving only a faint fragrance and bitterness. Who can fall in love unscathed, high mountains and flowing water follow, and for whom, the taste of autumn is sad. Who planted cinnabar eyebrows? The carmine is ripe and smoky. Who is called in Zen kurotsuchi nemu?
birdie
In the morning, there are always birds singing outside the window, crisp and pleasant, thousands of times. Sometimes they wake me up from my sleep, but they never get bored; Sometimes when I wake up early, I will lie in bed and listen to this natural song, and I will always be intoxicated.
Living in the dormitory of the factory, there are trees next to the house. Nowadays, birds are flourishing, so all kinds of birds gather here. Some can be called famous, and more can be called unknown. Listening to the crow in the morning, watching the homing in the evening, listening to the ears and looking at the eyes are all the beats of life, and I am full of joy.
People sometimes have inexplicable boredom. I always stand on the balcony and watch the birds. Birds or small groups gather in the trees to chirp; Or one or two parked on the opposite floor overlooking the ground. From time to time there are birds returning from foraging. They have food in their mouths. I can imagine that the young bird can't wait to lean out and open its mouth exaggeratedly. More often, I am watching birds flying in the air. Air is the passage for birds to walk.
The posture of birds in the air is always beautiful. Sometimes their wings will move and their bodies will shoot out like arrows. Sometimes they just slide in the air with their wings open, and sometimes they suddenly draw an arc or turn 90 degrees when they slide. Their posture is smart and beautiful, and they can definitely compete with the best aerobatics. On the bird, I seem to be possessed by the bird. I feel like I'm flying, too Where is the depression in my heart?
You can watch birds when you are in a good mood. In the evening, when the sun goes down, I will always stand on the balcony, watching the sun sink bit by bit and watching the birds in the distance rush home. The distance between eyes is from far to near birds. At night, the forest is a world of birds singing. Birds are chirping, and I can hear their joy.
When the sunset birds return to their nests, they can see everything. Birds flapping their wings in the distance. When they get close, the birds stretch their wings to the maximum extent and let their bodies slide in the airflow. When they approached, they were an elegant arc figure. When they contracted slightly, they came close again, suddenly folded their wings and suddenly stood firmly on the branch or the edge of the nest. I flapped my wings a few times, and sometimes I turned my head to talk to the birds in the forest, as if to exchange the experience of a day's travel.
Often at this time, the sky is getting dark and the stars are looming. If it is on the new moon, there is always a new moon hanging on the branch. The birds gradually quieted down. Peace pervades the air and my heart. Eyes are quiet night, and heart is quiet beauty.
Love innocence 2
Looking back on the lush years of the campus, I was thinking that I suddenly burst into tears. I couldn't help but leave, which was very deep. ...
Since youth literature has been put on the big screen, I have reason to believe that youth will become the most cruel synonym for us after 80. Unconsciously, we have reached the age of recalling the past. Think of that little boy who was really cold when he was a child, laughing and laughing, without fun, willful, fearless and open ... I can't help but ask: what happened to us? Does youth leave only pain?
Not all memories are beautiful, I believe ordinary people do, and so do those great people. To put it simply, my definition of beauty is campus life, and reading is the foundation of happiness, the source of wisdom and the transformation of emotions. We don't pursue the idea that "there is a Yan Ruyu in the book and a golden house in the book", and we don't pursue the ambition of "studying for the rise of China". We only pursue the simplest, most direct and purest happiness. I want to remember my childhood. You can still remember the scene when you were studying.
Before dawn, my playmates and I set foot on the road to school. I often don't know the importance of breakfast, the hardships of going to class alone, and the backache after a long journey. But we are happy, have no noble way of thinking, and simply live for ourselves, and live wonderfully. Of course, people who know it must know that we study to avoid countless housework at home, feed pigs and cows, firewood and farm ... where there are busy green figures, there are us. Although we are not down-to-earth, we are indispensable assistants in housework. If you want to do housework, you naturally want to escape the hard work of doing housework. We have too many ways to kill time on the way to school, such as climbing mountains and wading, picking fruits in the forest and having fun ... and so on, which make us taste the sweetness, but they are all short-lived, and it is difficult to find them again in an instant.
When we are a little more sensible, our troubles will gradually increase. And many of these troubles are unconscious, which makes us at a loss. We need to change ourselves, we begin to care about our appearance, and we begin to have the idea of dressing up and decorating ourselves. We also began to care about other people's eyes, thinking that the reason to live is for others, not ourselves. We also began to pay attention to the ideal candidate in the teacher's mind, whether that person is himself ... a teenager doesn't know the taste of sorrow. I have always used my own story to deny the meaning of this sentence.
Sadness is natural, from the time we begin to understand things, as the years go by, until we slowly "get old and don't know how to spend it." But at this time, we have a definition of happiness. It's hard to come by, but unfortunately we know how to cherish the present. Compared with movie clips, there are no little girls who help and support each other in our youth. The most common thing is that several brothers know each other and comfort each other. They know how to share responsibility, abide by precepts and "risk their lives together".
People are most afraid of helplessness, such as "in the prime of life, listening to the rain in the boat, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the geese are called the west wind". Life is impermanent, and things are impermanent ... Since then, all good things have been gradually broken by reality, and even the purest thoughts in my heart have become terrible and ridiculous. No one will miss this life any more. The busy green life is doomed to let nature take its course when it lands next time, so no one will pursue happiness at that time, and some will just "glow" in a hazy state. It doesn't matter if you take this photo, everyone's heart will be much more "melancholy and long", and endless thoughts will slowly climb into their hearts. Happiness is temporary, and more is "helpless flowers fall like deja vu." But the human heart is the easiest to satisfy, and temporary happiness is eternal. Cruel angels pull people back to the world and slowly torture such people.
Although "You at the Same Table" is touching, it is a strategic place and flashy after all. Compared with other people's criticism, I prefer to accept this ideal of life in a "rational" way: that is, from the beginning of campus life, there will be a person who knows you who silently contributes, and after accepting each other, I will gradually alienate my friendship, secretly create feelings and reasonably enlarge my feelings. After the fate changes rapidly, the two sides will bury their feelings in their hearts until the next meeting and the next reincarnation.
That lingering beauty can only be recalled. We'll savor it next time it blooms.
Shan Jing shan zhi Zhang Fei beef
Every Spring Festival, my favorite thing to do is to spend the New Year with my uncle in Single Crystal.
Sitting on a cane chair, sipping Rosa roxburghii tea, eating pumpkin rice produced by single crystal and enjoying the warm sun in early spring.
Shan Jing Mountain is beautiful. If you are lucky, you can see the Chengdu Plain in the distance.
Single crystal is a place with stories. Adults will certainly tell some anecdotes about the Three Kingdoms, but children are concerned about the steaming food on the stove.
Old people say that if you don't eat Zhang Fei's Sichuan-style pork in Shan Jingshan, you will be laughed at by other tourists, just as you don't look for Huang Jing cops in Shan Jingshan.
When I first heard the name of "Zhang Fei Guo Hui Meat", I thought it was a dish named casually by my uncle's family to entertain guests.
Later, I followed my second uncle to Zhang Feiying and Wumiaogou, only to find that people were cooking such dishes along the way.
After eating Zhang Fei's beef and Guo Kui's Sichuan style pork, what kind of taste should Zhang Fei's Sichuan style pork have?
My heart is beating on the tip of my tongue, and I can't stand the temptation of delicious food anymore. I can't help getting excited.
While my second uncle was chatting happily, I slipped into the kitchen, grabbed a piece of crystal clear and sent it to my mouth. It's hot, chewy, elegant and refreshing.
Although I swallowed it, I still can't forget the smell of deja vu.
My second aunt asked me cheerfully what it was, but I couldn't say it. I can only say that this is the taste of Zhang Fei's Sichuan pork.
I've eaten a lot here and there, and I'm good at judging good or bad. This time it was planted on Zhang Fei's Sichuan pork.
Perhaps the best taste is the unspeakable taste in nature. I tried to convince myself.
What is the familiarity in the boutique? I still don't understand.
When it was time to eat, I asked my second uncle Zhang Fei about his cooking methods.
The secretary uncle laughed his head off. He said that Zhang Fei's Sichuan style stew pork is glutinous rice stew pork, but his glutinous rice flour must come from the top of the mountain in Zhang Feiying, which is more than 900 meters above sea level, otherwise even if he is invited to the Jade Emperor, it will not taste like this.
One side of water and soil raises one side of people, and one side of water and soil also makes one side delicious.
Without this soil and water, what kind of food will be eclipsed.
I felt ashamed, so the familiar taste turned out to be sweet potato.
To tell the truth, Zhang Fei's Sichuan style pork is not the work of local people on a whim.
According to legend, when Zhang Fei was guarding Zhang Feiying, he often visited Single Crystal, Zhang Feiying and Longquanyi at night to ensure that no bandits and Wei Bing harassed him.
Because the terrain around Dongguan is steep, the mountain roads are difficult to walk, and people are sparsely populated, people often can't get supplies when they are exhausted.
On one occasion, Zhang returned from his night patrol and passed through the depression (now under Zhang Fei's jurisdiction). He was too hungry to walk, so he took the sergeant to knock on his hometown Chai Men.
The sleeping fellow villagers were distressed and happy to learn that three generals had come to visit. They called the children and prepared to kill chickens and pigs to entertain Zhang Fei.
Zhang Fei was most afraid of arresting people, and refused one by one, ordering people to prepare some vegetarian dishes.
Knowing that Zhang Fei was a northerner and didn't like spicy food, the villagers ground the sweet potato on the top of Zhang Feiying into powder and made pancakes, supplemented by garlic sprouts and a little watercress. Soon, a sweet potato without meat is ready.
Crystal clear, steaming.
After eating, the three generals praised the taste and did not forget to take the rest of the dishes back to the barracks when they left.
The next day, Zhang Fei sent someone to ask his hometown, what was the name of the dish last night?
The original answer of the fellow villagers was to return to the pot, but later I felt a little inappropriate.
In Sichuan dialect, "tiaopi" and "Sao pi" are homophonic, and Sao pi means shame. Afraid of misunderstanding, the villagers changed their name to Zhang Fei's Sichuan pork to show their respect for the three generals.
It has been nearly two thousand years since the Three Kingdoms, and people near the single crystal still call Pipi Sichuan style pork Zhang Fei Sichuan style pork. Although lobster sauce and pork are also added to the dishes, local villagers still regard Pipi Sichuan style pork without meat as authentic Zhang Fei Sichuan style pork.
The second uncle said that Zhang Fei's Sichuan-style pork is really green, and there is no need to use modern cooking methods at all. Although the ancient method is very rustic, it tastes the healthiest.
My second uncle firmly believes that Zhang Fei's Sichuan style pork has something to do with Zhang Fei. Books record history, folk spread history, and dining table inherits history.
I dare not comment on juwan's words, but there seems to be some truth in savoring them. ...