time flies ...
Stepping on the fragments of the sun, without warning, may be habit has become nature. I walked to the old house.
The old house is ordinary, just a wooden house. The red couplets on the door have long been eroded by years, and the stone slabs under them have been polished into comfortable gray by the rain of years, which is inconspicuous but beautiful.
The noise and beauty of the world, the happiness and happiness of the world have all become a clean stream, and the warmth is like a spring, and mixed feelings are in my heart-old house, old house.
I gently opened the door and went in, just like the shackles of life were instantly opened. I held the fragrant tea in my hand and tasted it slowly.
Almost everything in it has been removed, and there is a counter for grandpa to see a doctor. When I was a child, I often saw him take out a jar from it, then pour out some powder and wrap it up for the patient. Someone will thank you in a few days. So I was curious to ask Grandpa what was in it. Grandpa will mysteriously ask me to see things there in three years, but I don't know that I have forgotten this promise.
The wind blows like a broken flower. ...
Go further inside. It's a big stove, a place to make a fire and cook for the New Year. Part of the white lime falls off, revealing mottled refutation marks. Next to it is a pile of dry wood, which seems to smell good. I seem to see grandma's vicissitudes again and smile at me; "Come, look, how delicious it is." My hand feels an uneven taste.
And reality is like a foggy world, carrying a dream without commitment. ...
Like when I was a child, I jumped on the wooden steps at that level. Just after jumping one level, the board made a heavy noise, which made me very worried that the board could bear my weight, so I had to do it. And when I think of the sound of "e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e" d when I was a child, I will run to the garden excitedly and express my joy with running, just like a child who got a lollipop.
So naturally, I saw those holes in the garden again. Oh, that was dug by my rabbit a few years ago. It cleverly dug 10 holes, each deep and leading to the same place. I was very calm that day. I quietly watched the white fluff disappear into my eyeliner.
Goodbye, goodbye, never see each other again. I meditated in my mind.
I looked up, the sun was shining, and the ginkgo trees in the garden were covered with walls and rustled, as if welcoming me. I carefully picked a piece of ginkgo biloba and put it in my palm. Then, the wind takes it to fly, fly.
Walking out of the old house, I feel a lot easier.
Life is short.
I am looking for my own life, but I forget that childhood soap bubbles are looking for heaven in a purely spiritual way. I banished my last youth in the fleeting time.
The last youth.
Power is our bargaining chip.
In this colorful world, we are always faced with being hurt or hurting others. Just like the food chain, there are two relationships, eating others or being eaten by others.
In this law of the jungle society, people are realistic and will always try their best to do things that are beneficial to them, but who has ever thought of the truth that' twisting melons is not sweet'?
Always pursue what is good for you. Who will think about the feelings of those who get benefits by hook or by crook, although they get benefits by crook? In the face of all this, we should be strong and pretend, because now only being strong is our bargaining chip.
We are always so stupid that we are deceived by others but think that others are good to us. We regret it only when we know the truth, and we know that we have trusted others by mistake. However, under the sweet words of others, I walked into the trap they had already laid in ambush. At that time, I was like a lamb to be slaughtered, how helpless, how sad and how painful. But who will pity you? Besides taunting and bullying you, what else will they give you?
People always pretend to be alive, afraid that others will know their deepest vulnerability and helplessness. We always live with a thick mask. Even if our hearts are bitter, tired and uncomfortable, we should continue to smile and not cry easily in front of others, because no one will know our sadness. And our disguise is' pretending to be strong'. Only in this way can we not be hurt by others, and only in this way can we not be looked down upon by others.
For people like us, being strong is our only bargaining chip, so we should learn to be strong and make ourselves happier. The endless harm that others have done to us is always the best gift for us. Without their harm, we will make ignorant progress, we will become decadent, and finally we will not be abandoned by the world, so thank the person who hurt you and thank him for giving us the best chips.
Renjianxian bridge
"Water over the jade ring, people on the back of the black dragon". All roads lead to Rome. The painter praised the bridge as the combination of point, line and surface, which is the embodiment of beautiful narrative art; Military strategists regard bridges as the lifeline of soldiers and the fuse of war. Jiangnan water town, a land of outstanding people, how to avoid the company of small bridges and flowing water?
Whether it's frost when the sun rises or midnight when it rains in Mao Mao, travelers' footprints can always be found on that simple bridge. Their smiles are full of their thoughts. They left hope here and evaporated their ideals. It can be seen that the bridge has an inseparable relationship with people.
My hometown is full of simple and elegant bridges. In the past, you walked across the bridge in a hurry, didn't savor it carefully, and didn't realize the beautiful feeling of the bridge. A bridge is a bridge, and a stream leads a bridge. "Xu Ling flies a bridge with a thousand feet, and Changhong hangs in the sky". Taishun covered bridge is integrated, with similar seat structure and unique features. I only walked across the covered bridge once, but I can clearly remember its majesty and exquisiteness. Lacquer red, yellow, light blue, every color is moved by it, pressing your eyes and emitting an elegant and gentle atmosphere. Creeping in the mountains overlooking the bridge, the bridge has no pier support, and its mystery lies in the square stone platform made of countless pebbles on both sides. We can't help admiring the superb skills of the bridge. And under the bridge is a trickle, flapping the fine stones along the coast, and sending out bursts of symphonies with Yang Liuzhi's oriole solo on the shore, which is rare in the world.
Walking into the bridge will have another flavor. There are steps on both sides of the bridge, one step at a time, and the height is gradually increasing. In front of me, it is another beautiful scene, like walking into an ink wonderland. The bridge columns are all hollowed out, and the sub-patterns are carved. Each shape and spirit are connected in a row, showing us another picture, which can be described as a picture-in-picture and beautiful. The uniqueness of the bridge is nothing more than a pavilion in a pavilion and a pavilion in a pavilion. The left and right sides of the bridge are covered, and there is a place for tourists to rest in the bridge, but the bridge is covered with rubble. Like a pavilion, a pavilion is not a house. Different from Yuqiao, there is a small building above the pavilion, which is mostly used for hanging plaques.
Floating, drifting for generations
My wandering
When you can't see your eyes.
My wandering
When you cry for her
Who am I drifting for?
For you, for her, or for me
-For your betrayal
For your sympathy,
-For her happiness
For her home.
-For my sadness.
For my helplessness
-I'm leaving
With the wind
No direction
-I'm leaving
Accompanied by rain
ceaselessly
-I'm leaving
Like a cloud
Have no expectations
-I'm leaving
Like a weed
No desire
-I'm leaving
Like falling flowers
No struggle
I'm leaving, I'm leaving.
I wander like dust.
My destination is my wandering.