That's just a foreshadowing for some purpose.
Don't trust others' promises easily.
It's just a sweet fruit he gave you for his own purposes.
Time will make the fruit bitter and astringent.
Your own destiny should be in your own hands.
So as not to be knocked down by the season of time.
If your destiny is controlled by others.
The color palette of your life will lose the color you want.
Take control of your own destiny.
Colour your life.
Wasted time and years.
No regrets.
You are on the palette of life in your own way.
Put aside your feelings.
Ups and downs don't remember that the memory is there, neither increasing nor decreasing. We describe it freely, so we are in life and memory-messy. ...
On the day of leaving school, re-examine yourself. The uncertainty of suspension after waves of drifting makes people dizzy, and the chaos and helplessness of entering the society can make you difficult.
After graduation, I'm still confused. In the huge space classroom, I am not sure where I belong after all. But the goal in my heart has never been blurred. It's also faith. I firmly believe that as long as I am alive, my belief is there, my goal is there, my dream is there, and every inch of my blood is there.
Step by step, grow up instantly. All of a sudden, I understand that the burden that I could not see is getting clearer and heavier. I understand the meaning of survival, the vastness of life is so vast, and I understand the pressure of every step. It turns out that life should be like this, and the sigh of being late will always come inadvertently.
After graduation, I began to pay homage to my memory. In those years of struggle, tears and sweat overflowed together, excitement and moving together, and happiness and sadness passed together. The 38th parallel on the desk, the cat scratch after the fight, the little hard work in study, the mutual reminder in class, the snoring in the book. Pick up the memory of that year, and then let the tears be wanton once, then it has become a memory since then.
After many vicissitudes, we are still here; We're still working hard and going our separate ways. On that day, you will fly to your own sky in your memory. In the crowd coming and going, you and I are no longer extraordinary to each other. From now on, we should get used to being friends with tickets and make a phone call in case of emergency. We will also relive our vows when we are drunk, and wake up to a new day and go our separate ways. Ten thousand kinds of two spoonfuls will eventually separate, but since then I have missed more.
Wave goodbye, and the law of falling backwards changes. Sunflowers are still growing in the sun this year, but we haven't had this rule for more than ten years. Since then, the melody of youth has been divided into two sections, and after gentle ups and downs, it is destined to enter another tune, that is, our future life.
Smile at each other, but turn your back. You are no longer you, and I am no longer me. We begin to belong to a new combination. The memory of the past has become the past forever. You lost your chess game again, and I have my own paddock. But a concern, a subconscious thought. When I was lying on my side, I thought that after graduation, it was no longer in the foreseeable future. Since then, we have started a new swing. "Never approach, never part." The artistic conception discussed together in those years may have begun to come true, but I haven't felt the existence of friends yet. There are so many people to rely on when you are sad, and so many shoulders to lend you tears. What can you ask for?
Wearing new clothes, mature. Going deep into the society, but more confused about the society, perhaps more experience, will always mature. Once naive and imaginative children found that the bubbles of dreams were broken one by one, and suddenly realized how happy it was to have a dream to stick to! This is the teaching method in the new classroom. Just like drinking tea, you can't enjoy the mellow fragrance of bones. Rushing through the water once or twice and enjoying it again is another flavor and breath. Hot students need to plan, believe that sentence-opportunities are always reserved for those who are prepared. At what age, what steps to take and what scale to develop. Maybe the reality will not come as scheduled, but your own planning is necessary and necessary.
After graduation, I became an independent adult. Without a tour guide waiting for his plane at any time, you should learn to be cautious, take your time and walk steadily every step!
A hundred rivers are full of tolerance. We should make our hearts wider, and the road of life will be wider. The wall stands a thousand miles, and it is just without desire. Don't be distracted, just concentrate. Love begets love, which means business and sincerity means change. China people are willing to intercede, but they can be divided into three, six and nine categories. Only by grasping yourself can we stride forward!
Farewell words, thank you now. Holding hands and staring at each other with tears, I was speechless. We are still working together, but we have a clear conscience, and heaven is still our neighbor!
Those who have gone through youth together, where are you still working hard? I still have my pride and lofty sentiments in those days. Are you okay in the mobile society? Tired, please turn back, the memory is vaguely clear and there is truth!
I haven't seen my grandmother for years, and I miss her very much. During the summer vacation, I went to visit my grandmother who lives in the mountains. The people in the mountains and the natural beauty in the mountains have remained unchanged, leaving me an unforgettable and profound impression.
The road in the mountains is changing, and the face in the mountains is changing. As soon as I got on the bus, I remembered the road to my grandmother's house in the mountains when I was a child-a mountain road paved with stones and mud. It turned out to be eighteen bends, winding and interlocking, pitted and shabby. Most villagers travel by motorcycle, tricycle and bicycle, and seldom use buses. I used to think that the buses in the mountains were particularly tasty. The bus swayed from side to side and jumped forward on the mountain road. Although it makes my back ache, I still like it. Now, the roads in the mountains have changed, the rugged mountain roads have been replaced by wide and flat cement avenues, and some bends and steep slopes have also been trimmed, which is much more direct. The roads in the mountains are easy and there are many cars coming and going. Two or three buses pass by every day, which makes it much more convenient for villagers to travel. Male * * * car driving in the mountains, everything is so quiet, what I hear is the conversation inside the car, the wind driving inside the car. There are few pedestrians on the road, and the village is zero zero. Or simple white walls and black tiles, short old houses. The ancient rhyme of the old house is a witness to the development of my hometown. They stood quietly on both sides of the road, guarding their lovely homes. There are also several newly-built small houses dotted in the old house, which are particularly dazzling, just like gems embedded in black coats, really beautiful. Some villagers sit at the door chatting, some villagers watch TV and play cards in the shop, and some villagers are farming in the fields. When the bus passes by, they will look at the car curiously, and I will look at them curiously; They are so simple, dark skin and curious eyes, which show us their diligence and simplicity and express their desire for a new and better life.
The ecology and beauty in the mountains have not changed. At my grandmother's house, I like to see the scenery from my window. The beautiful and moving scenery attracts me most. Through the window, I saw mountains and green, as if I had entered the kingdom of mountains and green oceans. Endless mountains are endless, dark green trees are lush, and rice fields cultivated by villagers are one after another, just like green blankets spread to the endless horizon. A gurgling stream flows out of the mountain like a silver ribbon wrapped in a green blanket. The sky in the mountains is also extremely white and blue, and the mountains in the distance are connected with the sky, as if you can climb the most beautiful sky from there. Looking at this scenery, I feel as if I am enjoying a precious picture of China landscape, and at the same time I feel that I have entered a fairy tale world! Shuttle between the mountains, everywhere is refreshing green, plus this beautiful sky, occasional villagers and villages, everything is so beautiful and harmonious!
The feelings and love of the mountain people have not changed. People in the mountains are always so hospitable. This quality has also infected the drivers and ticket sellers on the bus. They seem to know every passenger, greet them warmly and make jokes. The people in the car chatted with each other in their hometown dialect, and you said something to me, which added a little excitement to the quiet road and showed the true temperament and simplicity of the mountain people. It sounds as if they are singing a beautiful folk song. Grandma and her family vividly explained the hospitality of the mountain people. Their smiles, their eyes, their words and deeds all convey their deep love for me. ...
I went to my grandmother's house for a few days, and I was deeply impressed by the beautiful scenery of my grandmother's green mountains and green waters, the simple feelings of my grandmother's villagers, and the unchanging beauty between my grandmother and nature. After thinking for a long time, suddenly, I feel that this is the foundation on which I live; Love it and strive for its bright future is our unshakable direction of action! (Author: Lai, majoring in Chinese Language and Literature in Science and Technology College of Gannan Normal University, grade 20 10/class; Speaker: Lin Junhua, Gannan Normal University)
Late at night, I can't sleep in the early morning. How long has it been? I just closed my eyes, opened my eyes, turned on my cell phone to see the time, and couldn't sleep. I don't think I have those persistence at the moment, so why should I think about those specious questions and vague answers?
Why does that past still stubbornly appear in every sunny morning, every lazy and sleepy afternoon, especially in the silent moment of every night? Maybe it's because at this moment, it's so quiet and independent that there are no complicated people and things to disturb.
That timid but lingering emotion finally abandoned cowardice at this moment and dared to fight for this unique happiness. If you don't sleep, it's voluntary.
"No oath, no hand in hand, but I have lived in my heart so deeply and tenderly."
"The beauty at that time was nothing more than being young, thinking that there was still hope for everything."
Who were you talking to when you revealed this implicitly? Who is the self-comfort to those who have no solution and misunderstand? But who is it for to chew and taste again and again? A long aftertaste often brings a sad answer, but after 24 hours, everything remains the same.
I remember a male friend who often reveals his unforgettable love in his diary, often getting drunk and having a long memory. Seeing a lot, but it is unavoidable to make people despise him. He still goes his own way and is free and easy in this respect. However, I am timid.
I can't be handsome in any aspect of my emotional world, always obsessed with love and blindly worried about my friends and acquaintances.
It seems to be reassuring to repeat the path taken by the most people and reassure the family. Only on this road, you can always ask yourself and answer yourself.
Flowers bloom on the road of reincarnation, and you walk under the moon with your head down like a hook, and white clothes are better than snow. At present, there is a silent Gobi, so desolate.
You can even smell the scent of Malania marina soaked under the moon milk, which is familiar and warm, much like the smell of sunshine in your hair in the afternoon when you wake up from a deep dream.
Malan under the moon, as quiet as a virgin, gathered up the face she had been looking forward to all her life and gave a shallow cry in the wide arms at night. Yes, in Gobi, who will soothe her lonely feelings and dispel her lonely grievances? Nobody, nobody here, except you.
You used to be the only passer-by here, carrying vicissitudes of life, crossing the Gobi with a tired face, like a faded injury, wrapped in green and white pain. You never thought, you never thought, in that season of long grass, you gave up your previous territory just to stay here, for this most beautiful meeting.
Perhaps, you originally wanted to go to a farther place, where there is the legendary sea, humid air and rich Qingting, and you are going to recite that famous poem there. No one can refuse the call of the sea, just as no one can refuse the warmth of spring.
As a result, you began to be like a real pilgrim, pious and brave, measuring the distance between reality and dreams with your delicate body. Over the years, you have become accustomed to bending over with your back to the blue sky and facing the loess. Look, your locked eyebrows make me understand that this is not the romance you want, and this is not the future you want. But who hasn't followed others' beliefs?
Perhaps, the Gobi is too vast, which reminds you of the breadth of your father's childhood and the warmth of maternal love, and makes you gradually lose your way forward. You are whispering, whispering with a smile, so happy and brilliant, just for this sad Malan.
Since then, the Malan in your eyes has been planted in your heart, taking root and sprouting in the softest place there, and then blooming the most beautiful flowers. To this end, you threw away your bags at the foot of the majestic snow mountain, washed the dust with clear wooden mistakes, and gave up the worship of the gods. Oh, no, your god has changed into a soft face and a quiet silence.
How good, how good, instead of wishing to stay away from Chu in the afterlife, it is better to choose a pure land in this life, leaving one meter of sunshine and being safe.
Even if you cry at night, what matters is not who knows, but that you have been here. You left your past on the shoulders of Gobi. Without the blue ocean and classic poems, you can still close your eyes peacefully and smile like the moon on your lips.
This night, I saw the back of your return, as if I saw the picture of your life. Let me cherish the memory engraved by the years with poetic language, and let me pay homage to it with picturesque artistic conception, about that Gobi and that Malan.
Don't blame me, okay? Let me pick this Malan, and don't wait for the next spring for you on the way to reincarnation.
I said I would go to the seaside in early summer, so you must go with me. All right. I like to go far away by train, and I like all the steps of walking. You like to travel by air, and you like to travel for one purpose, from one city to another. I want to go to the seaside to watch the sunrise and sunset and get close to the sea that I have loved for many years. You like to try nightclubs and bars in another city, and you like to find excitement in neon. You laugh at my simplicity and triviality and make yourself beautiful and sexy. I don't care, all you have is to make up for what you lack.
I like watching sunsets and sunrises, I like quiet libraries, I like quiet and warm people, I like no disputes, and I like plain life. Your jokes are really vulgar. How much of what you call vigorous is lasting? No matter how beautiful the fireworks are, no matter how hot they bloom, they are only fleeting.
I want to be happy during my trip and get rid of the haze for many days. I will walk with people who know me. pity
Travel has two meanings: one is to find a beautiful place, stay and relax. The other is to walk in different places and see different things. And different moods need different ways to travel. Walking alone is like talking to a strange world, looking forward to the freshness of every day. Travel gives me a supplementary reason, and every time I leave, it means a more enthusiastic return. Every different distance means cherishing ordinary life, so homesickness is also a fascination with distant places.
I feel dizzy on a pleasant night these days. After work, you should type on the computer and occasionally do exercises. Because our unit won the prize in the annual special inspection of floating population in the city, my superiors informed me to make all preparations.
Tell my husband to look forward to sympathy and gloat: no matter how well you do your work, you have to draw every year. It's annoying! Who says not? That's great. It used to be very good. A new leader was recruited from the bureau last year. There's nothing to say about professionalism. Young people don't want to do a good job, so they pity our predecessors to accompany the prince to study.
People eat for the sky, and no matter how busy they are, they can't let their stomachs be wronged. During this time, they mainly focus on seafood. As soon as Mr. Wang entered the door, he began to sweet talk: wife, I love you so much. You are really my good wife! After nausea, I still hugged me, and dinner started in a warm atmosphere.
After dinner, two people go shopping, from the fruit market to the supermarket. Prices soared, especially fruits and hooves, which weighed one kilogram in 25 yuan. If it weren't for the company's fixed-point card issuance, I really wouldn't want to eat them.
In a few days, my husband will fly to Zhuhai, Guangzhou. I was afraid that I would be hungry, so I kept asking me to buy it at buy buy and finally mobilized him to change his mobile phone. I like Samsung, which is not cost-effective. I didn't agree, so I asked him to buy a Nokia like me, with a different color. People are very wronged: how can everything be the same as you! White eye: calm down!
Women just can't boast, and cooking is not addictive. Knowing that Mr. Wang was back, he got off work on time, steamed four hairy crabs in the pot, washed fresh crucian carp, a fried cabbage, a spinach meatball soup and a plate of chicken feet with pickled peppers. The person who did it was happy, the person who ate it was happy, and the two returned to the honeymoon era.
Walking, my husband solemnly said: Hong, our unit recognizes that my wife is the most beautiful! Who recognized it? Is it credible? Of course, the secretary and the director have announced it more than once, and the secretary said it again yesterday. I said, your wife is more beautiful. The secretary stressed: At least your wife is also the best dresser. I said: not bad, mainly generous and decent! Oh, it's beautiful, you lecherous people!
Then I put pressure on my husband: since this young lady has a good reputation, I hope someone will say so when she is 60 years old. From today on, I will carry the praise to the end, I will plan what clothes to buy for the New Year ... you will accompany me to go shopping!
Husband's attitude is always good: no problem, his wife is still as beautiful at sixty! Haha, vanity is different when it satisfies the mood. After walking, I accompanied my husband to get a haircut. I feel that there is no better hairstyle than inchboard. Inch board, a man with style and style is of course the first choice. I don't believe this. It turns out that Zhejiang men swept the world for no reason.
After taking a bath, Mr. Wang lay on the sofa and watched for a while. I occasionally watch "Art Life" by his side and get up at ten o'clock: Wife, I'm going to bed! I turned around and touched my stomach. I asked, do you want to eat? Smile Genie: How do you know? I am hungry, too. Wait, I'll make you a jiaozi right away!
Half an hour later, two bowls of jiaozi were freshly baked, and some rice vinegar mustard tuber was added, which made me feel very comfortable. I'm afraid I can't digest it so late, and people are watching TV again, but I'm snoring, so I have to update it again.