Snow, falling snow again, the first snow in 2013, Lingling, as sharp as the wind, so cold, so lonely and dry, as if nothing can dispel this cold winter. I always feel that there is something missing. I think it is a person's embrace, an embrace that can melt the entire cold winter. I want... to hold you!
A happy heart will naturally make you happy
Breeze to the breeze, gurgling water, and listen to a comfortable and bright song, and your mood will naturally be cheerful. Entrust the brightness in your heart to the breeze and eliminate all unpleasantness. Gone with the wind; put the resentment in your heart on the flowing water, and all the sorrow will go away; in the vast world, all happiness and unhappiness depend on yourself, just like what Wang Guowei, a master of Chinese studies, said: I observe things with me, Then everything has my color.
Love in the Sky...
Once again, the sensitive topic of first love is touched upon. Although there is pain, there is still warm happiness in my heart.
Just like the beginning of the movie, Mika and Hiroi gradually got to know each other through frequent phone conversations. Although she didn’t know what he looked like yet, he still conquered her heart easily. . This is the feeling of young love, where familiarity and strangeness intertwine. Despite many twists and turns, the true love lasted until the end of Hongjing's life.
Love is an eternal topic, with extraordinary romance and mystery. Yearning and pursuit have created many eternal stories. Watching Lian Kong, I had the urge to cry for a moment. Maybe it's just touching the scene. In fact, the plot of the movie is very simple. Maybe simplicity is beauty.
To truly fall in love with someone, to truly have an unforgettable love, is happiness...
To have a beautiful and sound sleep
When the biological clock is blocked by those who stay up all night As the days and nights gradually changed, a beautiful and sound sleep became my most sincere wish.
Because I used to be a person who really liked sleeping coolly. In my youth, I used to sleep from 5 pm to noon the next day during my vacation, until my mother called me to eat. I played wildly during the day and fell asleep at night. I vaguely remembered that my mother said it was because of my strong pineal gland secretion.
During that summer vacation, my skin was very good, and my body unexpectedly grew several centimeters taller. I didn’t have any specific measurements, but I only know that when school started, all my clothes were too small to wear. I had to put on my cousin's clothes, a light yellow corduroy suit top and a pair of blue trousers. I remember it clearly.
I don’t know if it’s because I slept too hard? Thinking about it now, I just remember that my dreams at that time were often about falling from high places to low places, falling without any attachment. My heart was hanging so tightly that my legs would twitch involuntarily and I would be forced to wake up. There are shallow white marks on the knees left by the skin pulling apart. My health was very good at that time, and I didn’t catch a cold all year round.
I continued this habit of going to bed early until I got married. But my husband happens to be a person who sleeps very little. When I got into bed early and woke up after a long sleep, he was still watching TV on the sofa with his eyes wide open. I don’t know when he fell asleep. When I woke up in the morning Before he woke up, he turned on the TV and watched the news. When I got dressed and got up to make breakfast, he fell asleep at some point.
Especially when the Olympic Games, Asian Games, and World Cup sports programs are broadcast live or rebroadcast, he can stay up all night and only take a nap at noon during the day. When the moon comes, the whites of my eyes are always red, like little white rabbits. I admire how he can stay up late and still go to work during the day. He wondered why I could sleep so well and slept several hours longer than he did.
I remember that when I was pregnant and about to give birth to the baby, my husband often asked me for leave because I couldn’t wake up in the morning. I remember that my mother had just passed away, and I was filled with sadness and fatigue. I always wanted to find a comfortable place to heal and cultivate myself. A person enters sleep quietly, without thinking about anything, and his tired body sinks into a blurry dream.
Later, under his influence, I gradually became a night owl. It was very uncomfortable at first. I always had to catch up on sleep during the day to regain my energy. Later, I became more and more able to stay up late, especially with the Internet. I remember that the latest time I stayed up was 3 a.m.
Since my father was admitted to the hospital, I have often stayed up all night for two months. I have to keep reading liquids during the day. At most, I stayed up for three days and two nights. I was really sleepy when I got home. I fell asleep as soon as I got in the car. I went home in a daze, and fell asleep as soon as I entered the door. My heart and body were so in love with the bed, I undressed and took off all the restraints, and soon fell asleep.
Now, my father’s passing has given me the desire to sleep again. Those days of staying up all night have passed day by day. I can’t wait to come to my side if I want to have a good sleep. Finally, I You can forget all the sadness, close all the impetuous and trivial things, and follow your dreams slowly and quietly
Traveling alone
I really want to get on the disappointed train
p>Traveling alone
I will go to Tibet
Speeding on the "Heavenly Road"
Watching antelopes flash by
Look at the endless harmony and tranquility of the grassland
Look at the bright and pure smiles of the herdsmen
Look at the unique red on the faces of the plateau people
I will go back to the Loess Plateau< /p>
Confessing by the Yellow River
Look at the fragmentation of the land
Look at the yellow sand in the sky
Look at the endless ups and downs
Look at the tired face of "Mother"
From the beginning to the end
The hourglass of time counts my lonely smile
The sky is so blue< /p>
The land is so vast
I am still happy
My dad, happy Father’s Day
This is the end of a year of high school life in Hangzhou , and in the three days since I entered the college entrance examination room, I no longer had as many complicated things as last year in my mind, and I concentrated on the exam.
I remember my deskmate said that her father sent her a message, "As long as your feet are still on this land, don't take yourself too lightly." It also affected her heart. Some touching, father's love is like a mountain, calm and silent. Although my father usually looks like he is carefree, in serious moments he is able to write every word accurately and is capable of defeating thousands of troops. He never cared about when I would get first place, and never framed my certificate to show off, but he always keenly sensed my sadness when I was disappointed and silently comforted me. He never spoke eloquently about national affairs, and he never appeared to be a powerful man. However, he got into a fight with a fierce northeastern man on the road and lost the prize. He only said that he looked down on men who beat women.
This is the father who I have thought was good for nothing since I was a child. He can’t do business because he can’t lie; he can’t be an official because he doesn’t like flattery; he can’t teach because he likes freedom. I changed jobs one after another and it was really unsuitable. So my mother became a strong woman in her own right, making money, running around, and working hard.
He is just a nerd.
But my mother will leave important matters to my father. Although she will scold him at home for being useless, everyone praises my father as a good person, a first-class good person. Mom is lucky to marry such a good-tempered person like him. Every time her mother got angry, he would pour water to prevent her from being thirsty, cook rice to prevent her from being hungry, and listen silently to her scoldings without ever replying. Some people say he is cowardly, but this is clearly love!
I also asked my mother why she should consider my father’s opinion. He seems to be a person who is not in life, an exception among the busy people in this world. Mom just smiled, with crow's feet piling up in the corners of her eyes, "Daughter, he is my God." Then she was shocked to realize that they were clearly a couple matched by God, clinging to each other in this world.
Nowadays, there are no financial worries and mortgage pressure. They are so good that even I would be jealous. They go out together and come in together. No matter how late it is, my father will go to pick up my mother, no matter where she is. Play cards, no matter how far.
I am afraid of the dark, so my father always lights a light for me and waits for me to fall asleep before turning it off for me. Later, they went to the north to do business, and he bought me a revolving lantern. Stay with me all night long.
Listen, you two will always discuss the issue of my future marriage, you silly two old men, I am only twenty. But, dear dad, if one day I really have to get married, will he be as good to me as you are?
You and mom are the most beautiful gifts God has given me in this life.
I love you. Happy Father's Day, Dad.
Stories carved where fallen leaves are falling
Stories carved where fallen leaves are falling are parted and stored in memory at the corner of the intersection. Maybe you will forget it, maybe you won't mention it. In the season of flowers blooming, the blooming life is opened by the door of time, the wind blows away the clouds, and dreams use fabricated words to widen the distance between life.
You said you would never forget, and I laughed. Forever is too far away, and how far away is forever. And we... The clearing of the night was like a sad trickle that haggard the entire star hall, and there was only the silent sadness. The moon shines with a long and slow light, and the painful years have dimmed all the hearts. It is as lonely as the night sky, like the bright moon's painfully curved corridor, looking up at the melodious and sad sky alone. Living with the deep trauma in my heart in the painful years, why not run to that beautiful paradise? The sadness and despair in the dried alley are like the wandering in the mirror, without a trace of sorrow or a trace of hope. If I can... Let time no longer flow forward, let life no longer bloom. The confusion of life is like the universe losing its direction and falling on the ocean of sorrow, spinning on the edge of the end.
Time passes and silently transforms today into yesterday, trying to slowly forget yesterday. Memories are always repeated... I still remember that year, that month, that day, and that we said we would never separate and never give up. But now the future is isolated by time. Like a lost lamb, stumbling in memory to find the direction from which it came.
The happy and sweet scenery along the way suddenly turned into a wasteland.
I will collect the memories quietly. When I miss it, I turn over the pages one by one, and I burst into tears but still savor every sentence.
Although it is far, far away from that day, so far away that I have become numb, so far away that I have... It is like a person walking from dawn to dusk, from prosperity to desolation. The world that rushes past before our eyes fades from colorful colors to black and white, and from flowers everywhere to dead branches and leaves. But I am still recalling the splendor of that time and looking for the warmth of that time. Sudden misty thoughts, a vague future that I cannot see.
When you have it, you are afraid of losing it, and when you lose it, you are eager to have it. You said that knowing me is the greatest happiness in your life, and you also said that you will love me forever, but... the feeling in my heart has grown from a seedling to a big tree in the sky, filled with the sweetness you gave me. and happiness.
After we were separated, it kept falling leaves and accumulated in my heart, rotting like your smile. It’s just that I can no longer hold you and cry happily like I did then. Who said we would never let go of holding hands, who said we would go to the end of the world together. You eventually disappeared from my world, leaving me alone that day watching the colorful clouds in the sky disappear into nothing. The large burning cloud was reflected in my mind and could not be burned away. Just like the distant love, it still burns and entangles in my heart.
While I am trying to forget the past, I am also reminding myself not to forget. But people are always so contradictory, and they can't help but review the love in their memories over and over again. The past that floats in the mind inadvertently is filled with the smell of decay. The happiness that has been performed has been washed away and pale, spreading out in my mind, and then gradually becoming blurry. The changed warmth floated in my heart, turning into sentimentality and falling into every corner of my body. I stubbornly held on to it in my memory, letting the pain fill the branches of my heart.
I thought that the sealed love was a person’s secret, but when the pain grew wildly, the happiness that I once had became an open secret. The distant love is like a mirage, which is breathtaking. The distant love is like a scent, which can make people intoxicated no matter what the circumstances.
Some people say that love is a matter of two people. Lovely left, but I stayed where I was and guarded that past. I watched it deteriorate steadily until I could no longer touch it. Waiting for that day when I fall asleep in happiness. When I woke up, I was in so much pain that I felt physically and mentally exhausted. I shouldn't think about it, nor should I look back. I just wanted to keep some traces of their coming, but I couldn't catch them.
What is left is a piece of gray that has passed away, and stories are spreading in the picture album of memory. Will there be happiness in those broken pieces that are passed by and crushed by time?
A collection of essays about happiness between the author’s fingers