Prosperity is gone
Sentiment Selection 1:
Prosperity is gone
Gently lift the curtain of memory. In the past, those joys and sorrows are lingering in my heart. Everything seems so far away and just in front of us. If life is full because of the past, it is doomed to be complete. If you and I are destined to go through hardships in our destiny, we will always find out all the vastness in the world. No matter how many people we have seen, what remains in our memories will evolve into the most beautiful chapter.
The washed sky is clear and transparent, like a child's eyes without dust. Occasionally, a few flowers have flown by, silently looking at thoughts, walking through the desolation of Gobi shoal under the same sky, and thinking about myself after going through Cang Sang; In the next trip, I feel the lonely smoke in the desert. At this time, my mood is as calm as static, and I can better listen to the deep hope of my soul.
Maybe it's destined to experience a lot of scenery, and then it's a passer-by, maybe it's just a simple passing by, and it will disappear in memory after passing by; Maybe it's just a dream, leaving only a moment to look at each other, but after waking up, I have never seen it; Maybe it will be in your memory, or just a daydream; Or a brave test for you; Or deep into your bones, for the deep collision that shocked the soul, you can't forget it! Even every night, I taste the coldness of my dreams and tears!
Every night, I sit at my desk, traveling through the lonely soul in the world of words. I will always see clear tears looming in the clouds at a certain moment, and my eyes are full of endless thoughts. I have been silent for too long, and I haven't spoken seriously for a long time. Every day, I continue to live blankly, mechanically doing things that are not inspiring to my life. If a lost child stands in a corner of the street, waiting for the return of his relatives in the shuttle crowd. The indifference I passed by added tears to my eyes. It is because of immaturity that I am so helpless.
I prefer to rely on limited memory. In this isolated world, the pursuit of this miss. Know better than to treat the past as the present Long song. It used to be as deep as the sea, fitting in the afternoon dream, re-integrating all the memories of the moment, and a paper scroll is clear now, which we have already missed. Some memories seem to have faded away and gradually blurred. Only those children who are related to you have never retired. I think we should bask too much, so as not to make our bones fragile.
Open the heavy curtain fog, let the bright light pour out, and help me shake off a Cang Sang. Counting the tiny pieces of dust, dancing in the light and falling to the floor. I want to bask myself in the light, and let the lovesick tears shed yesterday fade away under the refraction of mottled light and shadow. In all the previous lush years, the past was painfully stripped off and disappeared in every light.
often unconsciously, your fingertips slide along with your heart, and your name is written all over the blank paper. The heart struggles to forget but winds a tighter cocoon! As long as it is related to your name, it will make the memory condense into drops of pearl tears as a memorial to eternal pain. Countless sorrows spread endlessly, branding different lines in my heart, deep and shallow, tortuous, stupid and resentful, or full or unsuccessful! Maybe it's just a short story in my life, so I buried it deep in my heart!
Maybe I chose to be sad alone, and maybe I will get drunk in an empty room. A moment's meeting, turning around and looking back, may exhaust the energy of life to keep you away from your heart. Always let your smile shine; Always keeping the habit of life has made a person strong in walking. Perhaps there will be sadness, it is only when people are quiet, and the past is sealed in the quilt, giving vent to deep fragility and grief that cannot be complained. All yesterday will be the past, but it must be responsible for countless tomorrows!
From then on, I loved you, tapping my fingers on the keyboard with all kinds of thoughts about you, as well as those helpless panic and those lonely worries. I was always afraid that after being swept away by the flood of time, those seemingly real but actually illusory things would slip away from my fingers like sand in my palm with a little effort. For this reason, my heart is always hanging. How to deal with all kinds of panic that always makes me feel helpless and I can't escape? It seems to be thrown on an empty stage, and thousands of secular eyes judge and guess whether you really perform! If the heart is a clenched fist, you can't deal with the back of your hand and penetrate the palm of your hand. No one will completely spread himself out in front of the world.
There are so many unbearable burdens in life. If meeting is doomed in this life, parting is the pain of fate. I have paid attention to detours, trying to resolve the invisible boundary in the years? I decided to cultivate in the words, to commemorate the past, and to pile everything up in the words with poetic bosom. (If you care)
The wind makes the moon wander, and in this warm light, I have fallen asleep quietly. Buddha's peaceful eyes, penetrating Sanskrit and overflowing the world as usual. The Buddha walked through the world of all sentient beings, transforming people with destiny. In this life, we are doomed to part, and we can no longer draw the corresponding perfect arc together. The Buddha said, "It's just a shallow fate"! Those who have prayed for thousands of years in front of the Buddha are already scattered, and our fate is broken in Yuanyangshi.
at one time, my eyes were blind to compassion, unable to let go, and unable to be at peace. Ours withers like leaves, flows to unknown distant places with the wind, and thousands of mountains are traumatized and sigh the illusory emptiness of life. The moment you pass by, you will meet the most familiar stranger from now on. The Buddha's inscription is still in my ears-there was nothing, so why bother with the dust? Who is not a passer-by in this boundless world of mortals? Whose life will not be silent in a cup of loess in fate.
Memories are pale, promises are floating lightly in the secular world, and only faith will last forever in persistence! The hatred that once clung to turned into a curtain of a dream, but in the end only fragments were left. I feel that a wisp of soul has gone with it, diluting a beautiful flying in the Guanghan Palace. I am still lucky to leave the song and turn it into a sad poem, under the ancient banyan tree. It is enough to have paid and owned it sincerely before, and the bits and pieces collected in my memory are enough for my life to be memorable.
Life is like an unsolved problem, always carrying out ancient and mysterious conjectures. For thousands of years, it has been like a lotus flower in the construction of literati, or it has been trampled to pieces. I can't predict the geometry of the road ahead. All this is a secret. I can't predict the prophet, just like the bodhi of the elder, showing infinite Zen. I have my own laws, which are all in nature. After going through time, I am destined to talk about vicissitudes of life, and I will finally realize it.
Niu moo made the last elegy, and the cowherd couldn't chase the dream of flying. I let go of the thoughts of the starry sky to find the past. If everything is an illusion. The scenery outside the window always affects a bunch of eyes, which makes me think. Give me too much enlightenment about Buddhist language. The transparent glass shines with strange brilliance under the light, reflecting the people and things that have passed by, and crossing the vanity for every guest actor. I am always sad about this, and I still can't tell the difference between the city and the world. The banyan tree on the roadside can still land in the forest, and the gap between the light branches and leaves shakes on the leisure bench. Suddenly, there is a feeling that maybe everything is just a bustling set, and we are doomed to be lost in the miss. Until all the touches will disappear one by one, and the prosperity will be exhausted in the bleak.
Sentiment Selection 2:
Prosperity is over
There is a dream in the world, and you will not wake up. The road is long, the sea is drifting, and there is a lot of affection, which floats with the wind. Flowers bloom and fall, and the vicissitudes of life have all gone home with the wind.
in this warm and cold season, what is most easily felt is the passage of time and the change of seasons.
in the golden autumn of October, there were endless eyes full of brilliance, endless fragrance of fruits, and endless tastes of sweets and bitters. (Excerpt from Daquan)
Only in an instant, the west wind rustled, the green leaves turned yellow, and they wandered around, withered, scattered and fell.
It's early winter, and the wind brings a chill, the frost brings some nobility, and the rain brings some sadness. (article reading network: sanwen)
after more than half a month of busyness, I have time to look back. A training session takes as much as half a month. After work and life, squeeze in time to finish. At the time of comprehension, dozens of computers were working at the same time, with comprehension, questions, answers, homework submission and query results. It's a lot of noise. It's very lively.
one training session affects every grass-roots staff. Gorgeous debut, in a hurry, and gorgeous ending.
it's really sad if you just regard a job as an errand. Therefore, I heard some colleagues say that this understanding is just a review of turning on, turning off, copying and pasting.
after a prosperous time, what are my thoughts?
Looking through the books on the case, I can't help feeling more.
A huge family of four, which once flourished: Qin Keqing's funeral after his death, Jia Yuanchun's relatives, the ancestral hall on New Year's Eve, and the Lantern Festival banquet. What luxury! What a sight! Such a magnificent feast on earth will become "the white earth is really clean" in just one night!
In an era of troubled times, there were many geometric heroes: Wu Yong outwitted the birth class, Lu Zhishen pulled out weeping willows, Wu Song Jingyang Gangda killed tigers, and Linchong Snowy Night Mountain Temple. How intense! How spectacular! Such a hero's grand ceremony, only after the harness, the river went from bad to worse, only a piece of paper vicissitudes.
in an era of hegemony, there have been many wars: the three countries are divided, and the world is divided into three points. Cao Cao's treachery, Liu Bei's relatives, Sun Quan's ambition and Si Mazhao's selfishness. How worrying! How shocking! Such an era of hegemony, and then returned to Jin. How many things have been in the past and the ages have been put into the conversation. (Realistic performance)
In an era of chaotic dancing, geometry has gone through hardships: four people walked, visited Wan Li, went through eighty-one difficult, fought all kinds of magic, and finally achieved great success. What a ordeal! How brilliant! Such a serious drama of exorcism ended in a positive result.
Concealed meditation: Life is not a novel, life is not a fairy tale, and life is not a myth.
when the prosperity is gone, the lead is washed away, and the truth is seen. Every feast in life is a story of joys and sorrows, and a drama of love and hate is performed. Gain and lose, and find your true self.
In time flies, where petals have been shed like tears, and lonely birds have sung their grief! It will only be a little more thrilling and sad. Living every day is the most appropriate choice.
when prosperity is over, life is like a dream, and you will wake up drunk. It's a long road, and how many feelings have gone with the wind. Flowers bloom and fall, and watching them turn into spring mud protects them more.
Sentiment Selection 3:
Prosperity is exhausted, recalling monologues
Everyone must have a country road like that, which will never be erased. The starting point of this road may be different, but the end point is the sadness of the same lost years.
Maybe we will all have this experience. When we were young, we felt that the days were too slow, and we always hoped that we could grow up, at least long enough to stand on the windowsill and watch a pot of flowers bloom and pick a bunch of green grapes under the vines. I really grew up, but I felt that the years passed like water. Just turning around, I was far away from that era of innocence and dreams, and I was busy in the depths of the world of mortals for my life. Being older seems to be full of white hair overnight, and looking back on the past is like striking a match, and it only takes a moment to burn up the time of life.
I don't know how long it's been since we had a heart-to-heart chat. Those days when we had nothing to say have long been abandoned by us. Even if I think about it occasionally, I will think about whether you are busy, whether you are still angry, or whether there is only a quarrel between us when I open my mouth. At the moment, there is a baby around. She is still so young that she can't leave you all the time. How tired you are, and how can you have the heart to bother you? Just let it go.
Suddenly one night, it's not too late, it's about nine o'clock. It's estimated that the baby is asleep, and you talked to me. Although we just chatted online, I felt that this was the most rare quiet chat after we separated. There was no reservation, no feeling of wanting to escape, and no feeling of wanting to be very hot every time we met. Although the moment is very short, I am deeply moved. From the beginning to the end, you are full of concern for me. These words are not unheard of, nor have you never told me before, but it sounded so different that night, reaching to the depths of my heart. How long has it been since anyone cared about me so sincerely?
You told me to pay attention to my health, so as not to worry my parents. In fact, I don't want you to worry, either. Although you are married, family ties are always linked by blood. I know that you still care about me. Every time I call, the most I say is to let me take care of myself. However, we are all proud people. Even though we know that we care about each other, we just don't want to lower our heads to show caring eyes, hold our heads high forever, and talk to each other in a arrogant tone. We think this is the way we apply it. As everyone knows, this will only make us go further and further. In fact, I am a soft-hearted person. If others are good to me, I will be ten times or more good to others. If others are not good to me, as long as I recognize it, even if others are good to me in the future, it will be difficult for my heart to warm up to ta. Fortunately, I know your temper. Fortunately, I know that you are doing it for my own good.
You said: Sometimes it makes me sad to think that when we were young, you were electrocuted, bitten by a snake and bitten by a dog.
I said: nothing, isn't it all over? We are all grown up now, aren't we?
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you said we were happy and full at that time. You said I wouldn't tell you anything. You said we could never go back. You said you were homesick. You said that your childhood friends would never find that feeling again, and things have changed.
I still remember that in primary school, our three brothers and sisters went home together and went to school together: at that time, because we were far away from school, we had to walk for about 4 minutes to get to school every time. Every morning, you would get up early, make breakfast for us, then prepare the food we were going to take to school, and wake us up after we packed it. After waking up, we would eat breakfast in a daze and then take you to prepare it. Sometimes, there is not enough time, and I am afraid that I will be late. Everyone comes to school from running all the way. At that time, I was a little slow because of my poor health, but you didn't leave me alone. Although I was tired and panting, I was full of sweat, but I was very happy. Maybe it was because I caught up with the first class, or maybe it was because you didn't leave me because of my poor health. So long memory, all a little vague. Remember that time? The dormitory closes at 8: 3 in the evening, and you are not allowed to enter the dormitory if you are late. At that time, we went out shopping together, and we came back a little late. We were less than a minute late, so we were shut out by the dormitory manager. No matter how we explained it, they just wouldn't open the door, and no one told me about it, or got up to help us open the door.