"A winter without snow hides jade in the sky, and three springs with rain produce gold on the ground." This winter, a lot of warm and sunny, has passed the snowy season, but there is still no sign of snow. The already lonely winter seems to be more monotonous if it lacks snow. The best thing is to have some snow. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.
Mengruo dad operates a medium-sized decoration company, because of the early start, good management. These years to do a good job is also quite prosperous. Gradually, the family property is strong, but in recent years, pectinately, the neighborhood of the renovation company seems to be springing up like a "bubble" out, some operators with malicious intent, they inflate prices, through improper means to engage in unhealthy competition, therefore, in recent years, significantly less than in previous years earnings. However, nearly 20 years of business, has been familiar with the car, coupled with age does not prevail, physical energy are not attempted to cut down too much of the youthful daredevil. It seems a bit unrealistic to consider a transition. However, barely maintain the current lukewarm, indeed also very tormented. "Everything is over when one reaches middle age." A serious mid-life crisis is wrapped up in this once-vigorous man.
Men are tired, and middle-aged men are even more tired. Let the dream if the father is physically and mentally exhausted not only is the cause of the slide, more importantly, in his most need of encouragement, she not only do not go to considerate, but all day suspicion, a word of caution, "a cry, two, three hanged." Looking back, hasn't it been years since he's had any real peace of mind? In the face of this is no longer a haven of home, Mengruo father a little bit of all the thoughts of discouragement. Instead of hurting each other, it's better to quit peacefully. So, he quietly moved to the company to live, a little information did not leave her. Every day after dealing with the company's big and small things, he was in the office rest and relaxation. Ear less roar, nagging sound, rare quiet rather let him feel very enjoyable.
Another tiring day is over, he took a hot shower, changed into dark gray padded pajamas, just lay down, the phone rings, showing an unfamiliar number, answer, "How have you been these years?" Still that familiar pleasant voice, lowered gentle greeting, let him have a sense of unreality, am I dreaming? Forcefully bit his finger with his teeth, the pain realistically told him, no! Could it be that she's back? Why is it this time? Could it really be that love has a heavenly will? He was too excited to say a complete sentence ......
Love has a providence prose 2I think love has a providence, otherwise what makes us meet again? ---- inscription
When I left last year, I also wrote an essay under this name to miss all. Today, I likewise use this name to give thanks for meeting and knowing each other. It's not that there isn't a more beautiful title, it's just that there's nothing that expresses what I'm thinking about more than this one.
This year's Hengyang is not as hot as last year's, and everything is just fine. The first time I met you was when I was a student at the University of California at Berkeley. When we get together, we always feel that time passes so slowly, and tomorrow is still a long way off. Until today, I officially finished all the classes, I didn't realize that yesterday has been gone for a long time. My dears, are you feeling the same way as me right now? Or are you already hastily packing your bags and entering middle school life with panic and excitement?
Forgive your teacher I am actually a childish child, most of the time emotional. I know that the world does not have a feast, but really ushered in this day, the heart is still very reluctant, very afraid of your appearance with the passage of time and blurred.
This summer vacation, met new colleagues. I've seen close to thirty unfamiliar faces, and you're always full of energy. Of course, there are also familiar faces that I brought last year, and this year you are already going to read the second year of junior high school. Time will always remind me inadvertently, you are slowly growing up, I will also slowly grow old.
Mr. Xiao, a very funny and humorous person, is always very interested in his own career, and also knows how to sympathize with us as intern teachers. Mr. Peng, a big warm man. Contact is not much, but in view of the fact that I stayed alone in the organization, one day Mr. Peng silently brought me grapes, but also bought a mosquito incense lit, afraid of mosquitoes bite me. Well, I'm that easily touched, and I'm grateful for the smallest acts of others. Mr. Lian and Mr. Xie, who have known each other since last year, are less formal this year, and are as transparent as ever.
In addition to my colleagues, my students were almost my entire summer vacation. The first thing I'd like to say is that I don't know what to do. The first thing I've learned is that I'm not a big fan of the idea, but I'm a big fan of the idea that I'm not a big fan of the idea. Wang Yaxin. Zhou Zhonglei who is very good at pampering. Chen Huajun who loves to laugh. Zheng Ruirui and Qi Ying who are a head taller than me. Zheng Minchan who just came back from Shaolin Temple looking like she was just released. The lovely Yan Liyi, Gao Jiali and Jiang Shuangyu. He Zhongfu who won't turn back until he hits the south wall. The good girls Tang Hantuo, Ouyang Linxiao and Yan Jiajia. Zhou Junhong and Chen Maogui, whose voices are several times sweeter than those of girls. The big-headed Peng Wenying, Tang Xiaolan and Zhou Yue. Smooth-talking Ma Weibin and Jiang Wenbin. The fun-loving Huang Haozhe and Mo Chongsheng. The quiet Qin Cao and Zhou Enthalpy. A scholarly look.
The time we spend together is not long, but it is not short. Sprinkled with memories can be thick for a lifetime. The reason for this is that we will cherish it together; the reason for this is that we will cherish it individually.
Love has providence prose 3Dandelion's floating line is a direction? Powerless to control their own destiny in general, seemingly free and uninhibited, but the body can not help it, in the charming look back and turn around at the time, leaving how much thought and sighs, or perhaps just pity in their own it.
When the heart is broken, always want to let some thoughts close to their own, if love has the will of heaven, Carol's humming has been very like, the kind of like is a kind of engraved in the bones of the pain, is a desire to end the idea of endless, the intention of fluttering in some kind of a similar state of mind with their own. If love has the will of God, in the soul of the flying, no matter how much flutter, dispersal, and finally is the heart of the most heartfelt pain in the door.
Gotham, sadness to the extreme, but slowly in the soul of the shallow, that the feeling of heartbreak, can already be flown into a song without a music score, in the heart of the step, by the heart of the sound of Xu Xu bouncing, every key fingers are carved out of the heart soul.
The moonlight survives the posture of flying into the ribbons, such as a dance, the cloud sleeve curls have not been containing Dai Jiaojie Yanjie, under the cold moonlight, accompanied by this song, if the love of providence, the dance for the soul of the dance, the sadness of the wantonness. Beauty can be beautiful, since it can also be bleak to the extreme and beautiful, such as carving into the soul of that wantonly do not go to the infatuation, infatuation into the absolute, that is the death of it, I think.
If love has the will of God, many of the past is not to start over, is not some meet do not have to go through, then, will not breed so much heartache and sadness. If love has the will of God, under the moon, listening to the wind of the night, you are not the same will hear me quietly silent. It seems that everything has been meaningless, if love has the will of God, when you pass by, I hope I am unintentional, unintentional to never met. If love has providence, whether not in the deepest part of the year too care about you. Gotham to cone, time light to tasteless, Gotham to speechless, accompanied by the clock, dare not easily touch a trace of the plot about you.
The night can sleep soundly, want to rest on the thoughts but can not escape, such a night, because the heart sad and exceptionally quiet, pain to the depths, tears all in the heart.
Do not have to measure the depth of the night, do not have to scrutinize the eyes of the bleak away, suddenly shovel up a handful of particles of time, they are so quiet, so peaceful, and I, but a tear splash scattered a cluster of quiet, there is a mouth, and once again torn open, spreading, Gotham to the end of the world, there is no trace of the self.
Dandelion flotsam, surplus on the eyes of the tiredness, accompanied by a section of only the wind as a companion to the journey, in the light of the westbound, encounter reed reed Cangsheng fall. The flotsam and jetsam is still flattering the most exquisite thoughts in the years, never ask the time, never look at the experience. Perhaps, the nature of the heart, then unintentionally climbed on the fate of the road, such as some of the ideas, began at the beginning of the like, insisted on the deep love at the beginning, and ultimately also died in the last silent away.
As the years go by, the beauty of the flotsam can certainly be at any time, however, the geometry of the heart of things. In the time of the ferry, met, never hesitated, fell in love with the love at first sight, destined to be subjected to the fireworks cold bleak. If love has the will of heaven, please give the years of a most heartfelt knowledge of the intention, and I, will be y attached to an amber heart ....... The first thing I'd like to say is that I don't want to be a part of it, but I want to be a part of it, and I want to be a part of it.
Should I learn to enjoy this solitude?
As the fall comes and goes, people's emotional cycles are like the seasons in general.
Every time a love affair fades, the impression in the mind is just a flower of memory, either deep or shallow.
When the new sun rises, the thick snow will melt.
Everyone desires to have and give selfless love, but this kind of love usually only exists among people who are connected by flesh and blood, and in this world, only flesh and blood affection can be constant.
Love between men and women, it seems to be a fine porcelain, get some more appreciation and care, broken also do not have to tear the lungs.
Perhaps, when really learned to deal with things calmly, can be regarded as a step into maturity. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley.
From the young, everyone began to learn a little bit of camouflage themselves. Gradually, many people have got a disease, the symptom is manifested in the appearance of indifference inner fanaticism.
The cruel reality of the fragile soul such as shadow play tricks, projected in the eyes of others is the powerful hands and feet, and the private self, perhaps hiding in the corner of no one's sadness, perhaps borrowed Carla's drink vigorously howling: my heart is waiting, always waiting for ......
Each stage
Many times, is how much desire to stay calm, but a restless heart, it seems difficult to be able to relate to calm. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the services you need.
No matter where you go, there is a certain kind of hope in your heart that is always there, like a breath of air.
If there is a heavenly will in love, I am willing to pay a lifetime of time, disguised as charcoal, quietly for the dream of ignition. I also hope to add another paragraph in the dream, about great love. Perhaps the heart of love is the source of happiness and calmness.
If love has a heavenly will, please give me rich. I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but I'm sure it's a good idea to get out of the way and get out of the way. I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
Someone asked me, do you believe in providence? I'm not sure if you're going to be able to do that, but I'm sure you'll be able to. I don't want to erode the sacredness with the conceptualization of the negative.
The so-called "providence", the orthodox understanding is that the natural world is embedded in the yin and yang five elements of the laws of birth and diffusion, also known as "fate". Heaven's order can not be violated, but can "system of heaven's order and use it". Grasp the law of things running changes, providence can also become your friend of positive action.
Divine providence depends on the margin law, the so-called margin law, that is, the operation of things in the conditions of the law. Only natural things in a particular condition to meet, will be reasonable and appropriate operation, so as to produce the law of the operation of things. The laws are nurtured in the conditions, just as the will of God is generated in the karmic law.
So, if love has a providence, what would it be?
If there is a providence in love, it means that our love is not only based on the individuality of each other's hearts or emotions, but also on the unknowable power of nature behind it. From the traditional theory of yin and yang, the five elements of birth and death to speak of this divine force, there is certainly something to say. But the emotions are so chaotic, confused and continue to tell the active elf, which need to penetrate such an ancient theory?
Love, love. Can only step by step next to each other, hobbling Guwang. I'm afraid that a look back, go forked the original rugged road.
Because "love wrong", "wrong love" or "love can not be" such a thing, even if you do not want to, do not want to, can not, but also to accept the arrangement of the will of God in the netherworld. Despite your thousands of unwillingness or disbelief, but really to this point, you will find that sometimes not each other are dedicated to the heart or emotional effort, can achieve some of the fruits of love.
Of course, if each other did not put in the effort, in the emotional, emotional did not get **** should, and lacked the courage to walk hand in hand, this is also not work. After all, love is the subjectivity of the interactive activities, less subjectivity of the foundation pillar, do not need to interfere with the will of God, since it will quietly wither.
In this way, our thoughts, emotions, psychology, including all kinds of behavioral activities, should also be cast in the orbit of the will of God, as part of the will of God, consciously affect our lives!
If love has providence, I hope this providence is a sympathetic person. It will not be staged for us "Liang Zhu butterfly" love tragedy, and will not be interpreted for us Sima Xiangru and Zhuo Wenjun's love of determination. It is like the green water of the Pinghu Lake, reflecting the quiet mountains and autumn, shaping the picture of peace to the people.
But the will of God is merciless and needs to be determined!
Providence is generated in the karma, since it is like a layer of vivid veil. All laws are born with karma and go with karma. Since this karma to and from the impermanence of the clear, so that the providence is more confused and uncertain. The first thing I want to do is to make sure that I have a good understanding of what is going on in the world and what is going on in the world.
I met you in the most beautiful time, perhaps we have achieved a beautiful story, perhaps we have created a shallow regret. Meet you is our destiny, can not walk together but is the will of God. Perhaps there is also a mix of man-made efforts.
Providence in the generation of karma, but beyond the law of karma plays an independent role. Providence is very good at playing tricks on people, is this the reason? Obviously can, but not on. The first time I saw it, it was a very good thing that it was a good thing that it was not.
If there is a providence of love, it is a false proposition. The reason for this is that there is no such thing as a will of God. "If love has the will of God", it is a kind of unintentional hope for the sky! No providence, we will live very clearly, very understand. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Ultimately, people are very smart, hidden behind this divine power, but also as far as possible to explore and Solomin. There is no lack of active creative activity, and a certain amount of frustration is the neglect of this power. If you can grasp the power of this activity and the law, so that manpower and providence and harmony, then why worry about things can not be accomplished!
Love is this experiment, the process of communicating with the Divine through the body and mind. If there is a will of God in love, then there is also a will of joy.
I wish the world were that easy!
If there is a providence in love, will we still have a story; if there is a providence in love, will we still be able to go back to the old days; if there is a providence in love, will we still have a tomorrow?
A story, a love, we in this small story of non-stop struggle, and finally we still have no tomorrow, in this small story, we are all by this hurt stopped the whole century.
Sliding down the sky meteor, resting in mid-air, gazing at my despondency, gazing at my loneliness. You know my dream, know my pain, know that we feel the same, but still silent lonesome, silent away.
This season of tears, how many people in the non-stop crying, how many people in the cry, in this season of tears, how many languages have become powerless sadness, in the corner of the lonesome always see someone wandering, always see someone in tears. Some people are touched, some people are hurt, some people are lonely, but the season never stop because of someone, it does not understand, only know keep moving forward, take away those pain, take away those lonely, but never take away me, forget me in the season, forgotten in the season of loneliness.
A story touched those people, a love but also hurt how many people, we keep dodging, keep fleeing, want to desperately away from the season, the season but pulled on me, took you, left me behind. In the season of turmoil, we only care about fleeing, leaving the lonely alone to hold on to the corner that does not belong to me. Living as if dead, chasing the figure, slowly far away, looking at the things that make people cry, what else is worth staying. A moment to see, a moment and can not see the shadow, and finally disappeared in the rainy season.
If love has the will of God, will not let us look like this; if love has the will of God, will not let me alone hedge fall; if love has the will of God, will not eat up the soul.
If love has the will of God ......
Love has the will of God prose 7Perhaps this is just a fireworks emotion, in the splendor after the time was washed away. The person who once I loved, the person who once loved me, also each on their own life track. When a person in the leisure time, open the memory, revisit that with the instant exchange but with a lifetime to forget the emotion, but found that there was once such a beautiful memory left in the heart. --Title
Love has providence prose 8Girls
I miss you
Tonight, the wind is cold and frosty, I quietly stood in front of the window, looking out in the direction of having you, thinking of you.
The moon is cold, in this pale night, I am lonely with the loneliness of the night. Acacia, such as the red beans on the ground, although falling into the dust, but also breeding roots and buds.
Perhaps, you are my life can not forget the sadness, perhaps you are my shadow of a lifetime, but I still branded you at the bottom of the heart, obsessively fond of your tenderness.
Flowers bloomed, flowers thanked, and your tenderness is still the same. The first thing you need to do is to get out of the way of the world and get out of the way of the world, and then you can get out of the way of the world.
At this moment, I am looking at the night sky, I am full of love to feel your tenderness; at this moment, if the wine can change your love, I would rather buy drunkenness for a lifetime; at this moment, if you can see each other on the shore of the stone of the three lifetimes, I would rather reincarnate.
The color of the moon, embellished with my messy thoughts, thinking of your mood more and more melancholy. I know, you are not my life to wait for a lifetime of people, but my heart is the most y loved people.
In the late fall, the cold season, not cool my thoughts on you. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it. A few lost, pen to write down your unlimited thoughts, but inadvertently wrote full of your name. Maybe this can only look at each other can not keep each other's love affair like the wind under the moon, quietly came, quietly and retired ......
I want you, I look at the night sky, cut a piece of the moon engraved on my thoughts sent to you ......
Synthesis
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If love has providence, I would like to be with you for the rest of my life ......
The wild rain is exhausted, exhausted, the distant dream has ceased, just like the years, and then the good times have to come to an end, but why is there less of a due redemption?
Lights tearing the shallow dream, smile, stained red that coast, dreaming of the quiet Xiang, this is heaven.
Can forget a lot of previous sadness, intoxicated in their own world, looking at the beauty of those who have never seen, look and your old memories. Old memories, huh, and then old but nearly a few days ago ah. Everything is just gone, sunk to the bottom of the sea, by the stupid fish to indulge in ridicule.
The clear sea, drunk with the wind caress.
The waves rolled up and down, smoothing out the shallow deep footprints, if the mood is bad, to the beach is the best.
Because you can listen to the sound of the sea, intoxicated in the past. The sea breeze is warmer than her, at least in the heart will not easily cut through a wound. The scene here, cold some lonely breath, I do not know whether it is an illusion or inner illumination, you stand there, playing with the people around you, not me. You are playing, laughing, picking up the clear waves, you grow up in the years, I am not a successful player, can not play a role in your heart, even a small role, because of the fade, will eventually separate me from once.
When I was a child, I said, if love has the will of God, it must be a past life and present life I am y in love with you.
Because of the hurried pace, the shoes were soaked with sand, and the pain made me forget you for a short time. In the scanty silhouettes, I searched for the few and far between once upon a time, and I saw, holding hands, lovers, crossing the horizon on the shore, walking away.
Happiness of the gesture of iron determination of a lifetime of courage, the dome of the fall of the glow for them to send off, a few lines of footprints, why still can not withstand the cleaning of the waves, gradually disappeared?
When my hair turns gray, will you sit beside me?
Telling old stories, eating well-cooked food, listening to a small moody song, walking in the twilight rainy season.
Dreams of the picture, how to withstand the trampling of time, one day, these all will be destroyed, along with a moment of dead heart, buried in the abyss.
Teach me how to forget, thick thoughts of sadness, the heart just like a demon, a finger touch, touch not the heartbeat, but you, disappeared painting.
If love has a will of heaven, it will let me wait? Walking in the frosty streets, the past scenery is attached but not reachable, should I wait silently, or should I go straight?
If there is a will of God in love, will you forget about it, forget about those who have longed for the heart together, and gradually forget about those old memories of disappointment and sadness?
If this is forgotten, should I disturb your world, or hide in my own kingdom, listening to the expectations of those dreams. If you wait for three years, you did not forget, will I also not forget? The vicissitudes of the heart, because of the emptiness and cover, then these dreams, bring me the shadow, whether it will still be clear?
The night, all the music is silent.
A song of Carol's "If Love Has a Heavenly Will" slowly played, as if the sound of heaven, haunting my ears.
This song is the background music of the Korean movie "If Love Has the Will of Heaven". The Korean drama is about the love story of two generations, where the love of the older generation is completed in the next generation.
Stopping to gaze at the ethereal melody and low humming, the euphonious flowing piano harmonies, trembles the heart.
What kind of sound is it? The sound is so eerily soft. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the color of the color of the color of the color of the color of the color of the color.
When raised, like a wind gently blowing, as if in front of the eyes of a green field slowly undulating; hidden down, and like a fog softly bound, seems to make people can not move.
A different tone of the word "ah" also hides the frustration, and deep and shallow sadness.
Bright female voice with a hint of sadness, although no words, no sentences, but the sprawling mood, the soothing fiddle is like a murmur that speaks a thousand words.
Which has a smile, but also tears, like a prayer, but also like a blessing, more like a distant hope.
I listened, listened, with the melody of the rhythm, the heart also followed the loose, soft ups and downs, my heart was shocked!
All the sorrow and sadness were pulled out by a soft humming of this woman, and I was deep in this musical melody.
When a person is alone and facing loneliness, he or she always feels lonely, confused, and easily hurt.
Enchanted in a song, a song, throbbing with the deep feelings of the heart, weeping. All the past events, all in front of the eyes of the haunting.
The past memories, only to leave a sigh of relief!
Five hundred times in the past life look back, in exchange for a brush with this life. The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you.
Dust love is like a flower, swaying in time, blooming in destiny.
Everyone hopes that the lovers will get married, and even give up everything in order to pursue the long term.
If love has a heavenly will, then it will always be together, but some destiny is destined not to be able to turn around and drift away, is a lifetime.
I look forward to a peach blossom spring, walking in the ups and downs of the road of love, every day the sun rises, but no longer yesterday.
I am the kind of heavy feelings and infatuation, once the choice will have too much attachment and reluctance. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good look at it. The only thing left behind is the messy text flotsam and jetsam, skeletonized once the wind and snow, sentimental and entangled.
If love is just a sad memory, why hold hands and embrace? If the love is just to give each other hurt, why to love? If love is just a wind and snow, why should love break love long?
How deep is the love, only the heart knows; how deep is the pain, only the tears know.
If love has the will of heaven, how will it be in the years of this brocade by a world of absolute love?
If there is a will of God in love, how can we let the lovers look at each other?
If there is a will to love, how many regrets do you have to endure and how many trials and tribulations do you have to go through?
If there is a will of God in love, how would it be possible to perform a scene of sadness of parting with life and death? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a pair of butterflies; the second thing you need to do is to get your hands on a pair of lovebirds.
If love has a heavenly will, if love has gone far. The love of the edge of the gently from the three stone erase, at least a blank better than bruises, at least forget than full of despair.
Midnight listening to the song, listen with your heart, immersed in this soft and gentle melancholy melody, you will feel deep in the heart of the loneliness and helplessness of the endless variations and release.
For the passing years can not come back to the past, for the ignorance of the young and dislocated situation, for that for the love of life for the love of death of the surging passion.
I can only a cavity of tenderness, accompanied by watery moonlight, pouring out in the sleepless night alone drunk ......