If there is an afterlife, I will accompany you day and night, laughing and watching the flowers bloom and the rabbits fly. Grow old with you until the fuel consumption of life is exhausted and the lights are dry. I will get up early for you every morning, eat a bowl of noodles you like and cook a bowl of rice porridge you like, so that you can go out when you are full and not hungry. I will fry some good dishes for you every evening, pour you a glass of good wine, and then let me stare at your lovely drunk face and see your satisfied face. I'll make a cup of hot tea for you sitting in the corner to relax you. I will gently order you to sit still after a day's work, rub your shoulders, knock on your back, put love into your gentle hands, massage and press, and let your fatigue disappear.
If there is an afterlife, I will face the storms of life with you, share the burden on your shoulders and share the same sadness with you.
If there is an afterlife, I will regard you as a treasure, treasure you as a pearl, cherish and take good care of you. Even if you are not as good-looking as Song Yu, you are not as good-looking as Du Li. You don't have platinum, and you don't have a luxury car.
If there is an afterlife, if there is an afterlife, if the suffering in this life can be exchanged for happiness in the afterlife, I am willing to bear more suffering.
If there is an afterlife, if there is an afterlife, if the attachment of this life can be exchanged for an afterlife, I am willing to treat you with all my gentleness until I am exhausted and unable to repay!
If there is an essay on the afterlife, life is between heaven and earth, like a passer-by in a hurry. Shortly after the Spring Festival this year, a sudden serious illness can be said to have given me a lot of insights into life. Every afternoon in early spring, watching the sunset from the east wall and the west window, I always feel a sense of emptiness. Gorgeous and extremely quiet, the twilight is a kind of loss, perhaps a life emotional savings. After learning from these mistakes, I feel a lot. ...
If there is an afterlife, I will take this so-called false alarm as a pill, swallow it one by one and chew it carefully. I will be content with the silence of this dust, realize the true meaning of life, and taste the pure beauty and sweetness of life from bitterness. ......
For the afterlife, I just want a quiet and peaceful life of my own. This longing, through the dim light that gradually lit up, has always stayed in my heart. I seem to see the vicissitudes of English Jane again? Love stand calmly confessed to himself under the wall of Thornfield: "I accept all suffering with a calm heart. People live to endure. " I often think that the so-called happiness is just a short pause and rest in the process of various sufferings. We always accept more and more cruel life suffering in fleeting happiness. In this way, people complete their life process according to the irresistible eternal law, thus becoming more and more convinced that happiness in our lives is similar, but pain is different.
If there is an afterlife, I will no longer doubt and worry, and even feel detached from the "cancer" life and death test in the autumn of 20xx. Because I finally know that nothing in the world can really transcend time and space and reach eternity. Only death never dies. Each of us is born with the most primitive cry, and life is an accident; Leave quietly in the cries of relatives and friends, and death is inevitable. We can never choose to live, but we have the right to choose to die. Since death is inevitable, there is no need to be timid, afraid, and afraid ahead of us. This is the final outcome of our lives, so it is naturally useless to be in a panic all day. Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves. The course of life is like a narrative poem. Giving it rich and colorful content and fascinating plots is the driving force for us to fight for it. I have always regarded death as a temporary farewell. Whether it is the unfortunate departure of relatives and friends or the sudden disappearance of oneself in this world, it should be a temporary separation. At some point, beyond time and space, we will still meet unexpectedly and meet again. Because only in this way can we truly and profoundly feel what deja vu is?
If there is an afterlife, I will feel today's prosperity and adversity, success and failure, gains and losses more calmly. Each of us came into this world, just a cloud, a grain of dust. We are just passers-by who walk and rush about in time and space, just temporary masters of all the power, wealth and fame that exist in our hands. At a certain moment, we will go home quietly without anything, and everything in our hands will change hands before we die. Time and space are eternal, but individual people are just passers-by in ................................................................................................................................................................... Maybe you have been condescending or doing nothing; Maybe you have lived a happy and luxurious life since then, or your family is surrounded by walls and poor, and it is all a result in the end: nothing. So, no matter rich or poor, gain or loss, let nature take its course. Haggle over every ounce, you are superior to me, intrigue, intrigue, why bother? Isn't Cao Xueqin's Good Song a thorough explanation of all the fame and fortune in the world? Fortunately, our ancestors have always advocated that heroes should not be judged by success or failure, regardless of the result, but only by the process. If spring is hard and summer is hard, but autumn comes, so what if there is no harvest because of the disaster? Because of your sincere efforts, you can see how crops sprout for you, which is a reward. It's like there are no figs all year round, just because of the wind and rain, the goose is yellow and red As long as you fully enjoy the process of life, you should feel gratified and have no regrets.
If there is an afterlife, I will cherish the love and hate in real life. Love and hate, they are so similar, just like a pair of twin brothers or sisters. Love and hate are the concrete reflection and the truest expression of deep feelings. Love to the depths will be lonely, hate to the extreme will be destroyed. Love and hate are deep and deep feelings of human beings. Of course, each of us should always keep a clear distinction between love and hate, but I dare say that people who have really loved and hated will have a thorough understanding of their lives.
How can there be hate without love? A person who deeply hates his life has the ambition and backbone to hate iron and steel, and it is a real emotion. The most unforgivable psychology is indifference, indifference. Love and hate are strongly opposed, and almost at the same time they shine with the gorgeous brilliance of human nature. Love makes people burn themselves and warm others; Hatred makes people burn others and destroy themselves. Those who have really loved and hated are still full of sacred spirituality even if they turn to dust. I will sincerely thank those who love me or hate me! Love is like a rose. When it is given to others, it will leave a fragrance on the hand, while hate is a sharp double-edged sword, which hurts both yourself and others.
When the days of crowding round, flourishing, fame and fortune are gone forever, when flowers and applause flood in and recede, when everyone looks old and physically and mentally haggard, and finally reads all the vicissitudes of life, the poem "Sunset Red" full of philosophy and deep and beautiful melody has become the real realm of our life. I believe that one day, on a drizzly morning, we will solemnly walk through the forest and grass. When people reach God's warm and beautiful embrace, they sit down quietly and begin to touch his kind and loving eyes devoutly ... Ah, death is not terrible, what is really terrible is the process of waiting for your demise in mediocrity and blindness.
If there is an essay on the afterlife, you will love a person all your life, and you will be bound to a person all your life. No matter how the world changes and the environment changes, you will love someone all your life. Even if she turns a corner on the road of love, as long as she can turn back, she is willing to call back her true love with a broad mind and tender feelings.
Describe her first: not too beautiful, not too gentle. A simple and elegant long skirt, long hair blowing lightly, floating without touching secular dust; Fine eyebrows and long eyes, looking forward to the bright, eyes tactfully, as if they had never given up when they agreed to have three lives 5000 years ago; The whisper of "wait for me" 5000 years ago has the ecstasy of penetrating people's hearts; Silent tacit understanding, satin-like delicate feelings, you can read each other's smiles without even communicating. ...
Material preparation, commitment in mind (in fact, commitment is a kind of responsibility), for the love of a small house to withstand the ups and downs of nature, for the corner to rest when tired, then prepare to buy a house from work, such as mortgage, loan, renting a house before buying a house, etc. Quit all bad hobbies, tighten your belt and stick to it, just to have a home, just to have her at home …
All this can't let her know, can't let her worry about your distraction, give him a world, give him an imagination space, and make her feel that her lover has the ability to carry everything in her life. Women are to be pampered. Don't pressure her. This is a man's responsibility.
Floats are blooming, firecrackers are ringing, and suona is full of passion.
Look! The white wedding dress set her off like a fairy, showing the beauty of blushing more and more. The temporary sadness of "peach blossoms set each other off last year" has been extremely diluted by the burning red candle in the drawing room. ...
How many catkins turn over the snow, and countless peach blossoms soak the clouds.
Doubt is a fairyland rather than a secular world, but people around you can beat Heng 'e.
There may not be much romance in a plain life. Roses and chocolates can't replace rice and cabbage, but that doesn't mean marriage is tasteless. But a rational family. When she comes back tired, a basin of warm water is enough to wash away her fatigue, and a few ordinary and sincere greetings are enough to see her old smile.
When the weather is sunny, it is sweet that the husband sings and the woman suffers.
I am confident that there are beautiful scenery in the world, but I only admire Yuanyang, not immortals.
If there is an essay on the afterlife, September 18th of the lunar calendar is the mother's birthday.
The gate of memory was knocked open again. ...
Mother is the most frequently used name in the world, but I can't shout it out for a long time: because she has gone to a distant heaven.
One,
My mother, tall and thin, with a white and amiable face, is always so kind, speaks a little high and wears clean clothes. Although it is patched clothes, it is also neat after her mother's meditation. A short black hair highlights her mother's honesty and simplicity.
Although I have been away for many years, I still remember my mother's smile and figure! In my dream, I can still see my mother, but no matter how I shout, my mother just ignores me. In my dream, I cried and woke up with a wet pillow towel.
Our life is given by our parents, who took away all the bad words and hard work at all costs to support us. My mother never complained. She shouldered the burden of the family with her weak body and tried to make the whole family happier and let our sisters live a good life.
As far as I can remember, summer is the busiest season. My mother works in the fields during the day, grows vegetables and weeds, and puts up shelves of beans, cucumbers and loofahs ... She is busy with vegetables in summer and cooks dinner for a large family at night. My mother's cooking is delicious, especially sauerkraut stew and handmade noodles. Every time my mother cooks, the fragrance of the food will float out of the kitchen, full of "home flavor" After dinner, we will take the soles and mend clothes for our sisters in the dim light. ...
Second,
Speaking of my mother's sauerkraut stew cake, there is another episode.
I vaguely remember that it was noon, and my mother asked me, "What would you like to eat this afternoon?" I said, "I want to eat sauerkraut stew." So my mother said, "OK, let's have stew this time." .
Mother picked up the earthenware bowl and scooped flour and noodles in the cupboard. After rubbing her face, she woke up for a while. Mother said, "I'll make the stove, I'll roll the bread, and you'll light the fire." I said, "All right." At that time, chimney stoves and large iron pots were used at home. So he sat on the stool behind the stove and added fire. Mother rolled the kneaded flour into pancakes with a rolling pin, sprinkled the flour and rolled it into pieces and put it aside, and continued to roll the next cake. My mother's posture and way of rolling noodles are very calm, unhurried and methodical, which left a deep impression on me. At that time, I said to myself, "When I grow up, I will learn from my mother to make sauerkraut stew cakes." After a while, my mother spread out the cake and asked me how the fire was going. I said, "I'm fine." So my mother turned around and put it in the pot. Suddenly, the hand holding the cake stopped in mid-air and shouted, "Oh, how did the pot burn so red?" Hurry up, hurry up and don't add firewood, the pot will burn to death. " I was shocked when I heard this, because this is the first time I have added fire. My brother or sister used to add fire, and sometimes my mother made one and the next! So I quickly got up and ran to the water tank, scooped a ladle and put it in the pot. When I arrived, I was in trouble again. The red-hot pot was hit by cold water. There was a big hole with a beep. The water flowed straight to the bottom of the pot, and immediately on the stove, my mother and I were covered with firewood ash. Even my mother's cakes are covered with firewood ash. I was scared and cried. But my mother didn't hit me. She picked up a towel and came over to wipe my tears and said, "Don't cry, because your little face makes you cry." Then she took my hand and said, "No matter what you do in the future, don't worry, it's like adding a fire to you ..." At that time, I didn't quite understand what my mother said, but now I understand her teaching at that time.
Third,
When I was a child, my family was limited, but my mother could make the simplest and most common sauerkraut in the countryside very delicious. Take this sauerkraut stew cake as an example. Only flour, water, sauerkraut in my own home, salt and a small amount of pepper made such delicious food. The smell of sauerkraut has been floating in my mind since I was a child. ...
There is no chimney stove in the modern kitchen now. The cakes we eat now are all made of electric baking pans, and they don't taste like our mothers in those days!
Mother is also recognized as a filial daughter-in-law by the villagers. In my memory, once grandma accidentally broke her leg, lying in bed, and her mother took her to bed for dinner. She put a small stool on the bed to eat. After eating, her mother took the bowl to wash. Every day, she is inconvenient to move, and she has to help her when she goes to the toilet ... In summer, she has to take a bath and wash her hair, and her mother washes it herself. In winter, my mother carried my grandmother behind her back and asked me to put a recliner in the sunny place on the courtyard dam to let her bask in the sun. The warm sunshine shone on her, and her mother showed a kind smile. Grandma also went over and said, "The sun is really good, and I am warm all over."
Mother always educates us with all her efforts to be a man and do things, and often teaches us that "people are poor all their lives and rich all their lives. No matter how poor they are, they should raise their heads, live a good life and see the world with a pure heart." He also taught us to be thrifty and often reminded our sisters that "cultivators are the hardest, and the food and vegetables they eat are watered by farmers' uncles with hard hands and sweat." "At that time, I couldn't understand what my mother said, but I seemed to understand a little.
Fourth,
My mother's life is very difficult. In that era of lack of food and clothing, the conditions of every household were not good. My mother is very hardworking. In order to supplement her family, I fed several pigs. My task when I come home from school every afternoon is to finish my homework, and then go to the fields, ditches, rivers and Woods to pull out pig grass. My mother often says, "Daughter, pull up the pig grass and sell it to you after the pig is fed." I was so happy at that time: "There are new clothes to wear!" Run like flying with a basket.
Speaking of new clothes, there is another episode. My mother made such a promise that year, but by the end of the year, the Spring Festival is coming. Most children in the village have new clothes, but I don't. I cried very sadly. Mom said that pigs can't be sold this year, so I won't pull cloth for you, and I'll make you new clothes when I have money next year. Maybe he was young and ignorant at that time. I can't listen to my mother at all, and I can't understand her bitter advice. I still cried hard. Cry out of breath, cry into tears. Dad came back and saw it. He said helplessly to his mother, "My daughter likes new clothes. Let's find a way to satisfy her." Dad sighed softly again, and mom had to go to the street to pull cloth. I put on beautiful clothes in the Spring Festival, so happy. Later, knowing that all the money for selling pigs had been paid back, my mother had to secretly sell the new clothes made of half a bag of cotton cloth that she bought for me. Baogu is the food for the whole family to live on. At that time, life was tight, and now I think about my mother at that time, which is a little more understanding and distressed.
Five,
Now, I am a mother, and I realize the hardships and difficulties of being a mother in those days, and there are also many sweet and infinite regrets.
Now I can't love my mother and honor my parents. Only on holidays can you go to the grave, and only in this way can you remember your mother. I said to myself, "Mom, my daughter has come to see you. How are you getting along there? My daughter has a lot to say to you. " Sometimes when something goes wrong, I will go to my mother's grave and tell her that I am worried.
Many years have passed, and I feel guilty every time my mother celebrates her birthday. My daughter left before she could pay her respects. I can only remember her in words:
Mom, I'm sorry, I'm too late to understand your difficulty. Mom, although you can't read, you can know how to educate us, so that we can manage the house diligently and don't waste some entropy food; Let's be kind-oriented and get along well with our neighbors and others; Let's study hard and be a useful person to society in the future.
Mom, thank you for giving birth to me and giving me life. Thank you for the hardships of pregnancy in October, and thank you for the great physical pain that my mother suffered for our arrival.
Mom, I remember when you left, you were calm and left us with a smile, leaving us with the last kindness.
Mom, did you have a good time in heaven?
If there is an afterlife, you will still be your daughter. ...