Part I: The only thing that is as good as the truth
The snowy search for plums, as if it were a predestined appointment, which has been expected for a long time, and finally met with me at ease.
I vaguely remember the snowy day the year before last, cold plums proud branches, pink plums in the wind and snow neutral, as if cloaked in silver frost, appearing particularly small, in winter bloom belongs to her beauty, suddenly in front of the eyes of the white fall plum: "snow falls on earth, dancing like flotsam light shadow plums through the court to get trees, push the window to ask the cabinet, my fluttering thoughts, in the time and space in the no shore no ferry to go back and forth. "
"Xiaofan! Come and see ah! It's snowing! It's snowing!" A child in a white cotton dress, her face overflowing with innocent smiles to the fullest, she called out to her best friend, and she saw before her eyes, the child in the blue cotton dress, under the plum blossom tree, playing together, playing, piling up a snowman, folding a branch of plum blossom, sticking it in that crystallization of friendship, looking very cute, they laughed together, playing in front of the snowman... ....
In front of the window to appreciate the plum blossoms, I look at this sky flying snow, alone a pot of tea, only to find some dense in front of me. Plum blossoms only open in winter, its ghost, it's pretty, it's dark elegance, a trace of my endless memories of thoughts: flowers or flowers of the year, but people have long been not the year of the people, cold incense charm, even if it is turned into mud is still the same. The naivety of the time there has also been with the dust, turned into smoke, do not go to the trail, leaving only a wisp of memory, displaced in the mind.
Falling plums like snow, whisked still full. This childhood laughter, like the cold and proud of the cold plum, once perched on a high branch, a piece of ice, bone proud, will be a warm moment to stare into eternity. A branch of the plum blossom, pulling out the dream-like past, let the thoughts in the echo of the plum snow, free to wander in the memories.
Part II: The fall into the mud and dust, only incense as the old
A woman clothes choice, dance all the prosperity full of eye injury, tasted all the lonesome alone to bear the bleak; the song end of the scattered people where? The only thing that is left is the soul of a person who has a sigh of relief! The flowers fall out of the dream, the butterfly dance, landing into mourning, the butterfly shadow for whom a world of complaints, the leaves fall flower remnants of the shadow of self-pity, dream extinction heart broken tears have dried up, sadness is my complaint, stay with the soul of the fragrance is also in vain. I am looking at the bridge of Naiho, and I am in tears under the soup of Mona, and all my love affairs have become empty! Go, go, go! I'm not going to be able to do that!
The story of the next life to tell, do not look forward to the next life of the butterfly snuggled up next to you, do not expect the next life to do your bride under the red tent, not obsessed with the next life for you to wipe away the tears, for you to melt the heart injury, for you to pain for your injury! This world's love sorrow sorrow in this world! Singing low, love poetry Man dance, chanting a song of lovesickness v. I am infatuated with the complaint, singing a song of broken hearted people at the end of the world, you love I love you hurt me hurt! Play a song of sadness, chanting a world of despair! I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that! Pen v. heartbreak, and then remember the years, the face has passed, a world of love and obsession around the life!
Love a person when it is so beautiful, hate a person when it is so painful, I can not redeem my own soul at once, hate makes me suffer, I take others to my good as disdain, arbitrary bullying do not care, so that people who love me bruised, this injury y stung me once the nerve of the pain, and now I slowly turn around, only to realize that I am how small and insignificant!
People ah! Noble in contentment and cherish, no cherish, and then do not know enough, what is a person also? I finally realized after the loss, have ever loved to be contented, love and hate in this life has been enough. The heavens gave me the opportunity to let go, let me bare out of their deepest good side, conscience let me cognize their own faults, the picture of life and death let me mature let me cherish, can not let the pain spread in the body and heart, back to the real self, even if a thousand holes, love love, hate hate, loss is lost. Whether you in do not care, love or not, does not matter, as long as you are happy and happy, I will be happy and happy! I remember I loved, you?
After many years, metamorphosed into today's me, finally after a painful experience to understand that life is not if only ever, please remember the drop of ever, a warmth to you, to give you love, to give you all the hope, but also to give you the same pain as the drop of warmth to the people it! Do things on their own to bear, I have hated resentment, now I do not want to hate do not want to resent, just from time to time to remember these once, because I know that I have is these once. I for once I, give you the hurt feel sorry, although you already do not care, but it does not matter, but in my want you, in my sober time, in the time I am still in the world, I have to say to you to listen to, please forgive me for my fault, not to win your sympathy, just let you know that I am sorry for you!
No one guaranteed to be peaceful, just like the water that year, can wash away everything, noiselessly. Once you go, you will not be able to say these words, so think about it and say it. I'm not sad I'm not sad, I will be in the lonely, despondent days, these beautiful a little bit of memories to taste, to pass my time, this is a luxury enjoyment, because these only belong to the once you and once my. People in this life can give their own is not money and pleasure, is to leave themselves a little bit of memory, no matter how the years change, the same is these memories, together with the days! If you are well, it is a sunny day!
The song is over, the flowers into a mound, the passing of the years, the past is still, mentioning vegetarian pen, pen into mourning, who disturbed my sadness? The quiet appreciation of the flowers of the indifference of the fall? When the flowers are blooming is drunken beauty, when the flowers fall is bleak, laugh at the flowers, quietly enjoy the flowers fall. Sigh a world of love and grief; pull a wisp of incense soul entangled in the heart; not sad, not happy, no love, no demand, this life is enough! Faintly remembered, a touch of sadness, the cold wind alone pity, fall into the mud into dust, only incense as the old!
The world's most important thing is to have a good understanding of what is happening in the world.
The world's most important thing is to have a good understanding of the world's most important thing is to have a good understanding of what is happening in the world.
A song of sadness and despair
Part III: The fall into the mud as dust
The boundless twilight can not outline the sun's bright color, the tired return of the birds spread wings to the wind. Confused I silently stepped on the shadow of the trees to go home, secretly dreaming of my future.
Suddenly, a petal of residual flowers drifted down to my shoulder, along my body rolled down under the wheel, I was a little bit of this bleak pulled the heartstrings, but also under the car pushed forward. Not far away there is a flower tree is not high, it is trying its best to open the last flowers, at the same time those once beautiful pink flowers, can not resist the call of the Xiao wind "fall into the mud into dust". I support the car to the tree, it seems to feel that the anonymous flower tree is conveying some messages about life, which is what I am confused about.
Coldly, another petal quietly fell on my left cheek, and then lying at my feet. I intuitively found this remnant of the petals clearly engraved with a "fall" word. Once passionate and unrestrained, once lively and interesting, in this time of the end of the flowering period can only be reduced to fragments of life. I can not help but sigh: why flowers have withered ah? My heart inexplicably crossed a burst of excitement and sadness, as if lifting the hand and letting go of what is wantonly thrown away, and thrown away is to make my heart ache and happy things.
At that moment, I suddenly realized that the nameless flower tree was densely covered with a layer of small lime green fruit. I don't know what it's called or what it does, but at first glance, I fell in love with that little green and oily thing. Oh, the flowers bloom and fall precisely to nurture this small fruit ah! In an instant, my heart brightened. The true essence only emerges after you have experienced the clamor and loneliness. Of course, this clamor requires you to use diligence, tenacity and persistence to perfect and get through, while this loneliness requires you to be patient and actively enrich. Flower tree with a piece of petal fall, in exchange for a tree full of fruit, and our life? Those beautiful praise, persistent search, as well as countless times with tears in the fall and get up, should be like a flower as a personal lofty ideals, rather than hurt to pity the price of success. Because the sound of the flowers falling is beautiful, happy, they leave a more important essence for the continuation of life, more small life!
The blossoms are certainly beautiful, the flowers fall more meaningful, I want to life petals one by one sprinkled on the road to success. I will not regret, will not be after the effort and the inevitable drink sigh of stagnation between the end. Because I understand the greatness of the flowers falling, I have also left the most beautiful things for the continuation of life!
Article 4: Falling into the mud as dust
The flowers are trying their best to make the last struggle of life, but how can her weak body withstand the call of the autumn wind?
Perhaps the flower's long life is this "fall into the mud into dust" it!
In spring, the flowers are in bud; in summer, all the flowers compete: and the fall? It seems to be a sad and unappealing season.
Autumn, a group of flowers withered, leaving only this proud chrysanthemum, standing proudly in the withered flowers, appearing particularly dazzling. Chrysanthemum is proud, but also lonely, when the flowers one by one to leave, they are still in the world to do the last stay, the last of a kind of bleak beauty infected all the people who appreciate them.
One by one, the residual flowers drifted down, and the soil exuded fragrance, and another burst of sluggish autumn wind, giving the flowers another chance to float.
The arrival of fall means a good harvest, and the falling of flowers means fruit. Look, the nameless flowers are sending a message about life.
It turns out that the flowers bloom and fade, fight and struggle, all for this small, inconspicuous fruit.
Flowers are like this, and human life is not? Flowers of life, not to show their beauty, not to show off their posture, not to the people's praise. Their goal in life is simple, and that is to bear fruit. Flowers seem to have the same goal, but people are different, everyone must have their own ambitions and aspirations. Life is short, but if you pursue this goal all your life and achieve it, then this life is full and this life is without regret. Just like this residual flowers, even if it is "crushed into dust" they also have no regrets, because they have lived a full ......
Autumn may be the devil, took away a beautiful, lovely face, but she is also an angel, she completed the flower's life's wish! ......
Part V: The fall into the mud into dust, only the fragrance as the old
At this time, casually open the sealed for many years has been yellowed newspaper clippings, the mind as the wind, flying back to the sky of my seventeen years old. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products in the world, and you'll be able to do that. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.
The sky at seventeen is filled with dandelion seeds, and the flower blossoms into a poem and the leaf falls into a song. Dreams such as willow willow poplar, good wind often lend a hand, send me to the green clouds. A ball of them become a line by line, without branches or roots, they float far away. In my dreams, I do not know that I am a guest, and I am greedy for pleasure. In the wind, in the air dancing my seventeen years of a thousand dainty, thinking that I read the Poetry Classic, see the Li Sao, see the Tang poetry, chanting Song lyrics ...... understand Qu Yuan, Li Bai, Tang Minghuang, it is not inferior to the South Tang Houzhu, Li Qingzhao, you can write a flat flat flat flat flat flat flat flat flat flat flat flat flat flat flat flat flat flat flat flat flat flat flat flat, also can fill out a queue lyrics ... ...Once I did not know the sky and the sky, and now I have forgotten the flat and the oblique, and once the dream in the mountains of the years disappeared into thin air.
Today, I have nothing to do, took out a long time have not looked at the scrapbook, can not help but feel a lot of emotion. Dreams everyone can have, but not everyone can realize their dreams, realize the premise of the dream is real talent efforts do not give up. Did not realize their dreams, in my case should not have to complain and do not have regrets. Because I did not pay so much, not to insist on their own dreams. I did not experience the chrysalis to cicada metamorphosis, did not learn to walk, began to fly, the end is bound to be nothing in this life. I, like the willow flower can only dance in the wind, and ultimately wrapped full of dust all over the body, lightly return to the earth.
Now, the daughter around me has grown into the old me. But in my memories of my own seventeen-year-old sky, still brilliant. Seventeen-year-old sky, white clouds. Seventeen-year-old sky, smiling like a flower. The young man does not know the taste of sadness, under the swing, smell the plum. Seventeen years old for me, as if a cup of water, clear, transparent, simple, not stained with dust ---- seventeen years old in the heart of the Tang Dynasty and Song Dynasty, and my heart now Tang Dynasty and Song Dynasty, is a different taste in the heart. Twenty-seven years old for me, as if a cup of wine, mellow, strong, passionate, bold ---- thirty-seven years old for me, as if a cup of tea, aromatic contains a hint of sweet and bitter, although not tasted all the vicissitudes of life, but the life of the refining encouragement. At this time, compared with seventeen, twenty-seven years old, there has been no pure water wine strong, has more color. Back then today in this door I, although the human face is still there, just the year's ambition to die out, there is no previous passionate pursuit of the spirit of upward mobility. In the flow of years, so extravagant squandering of time. Let this time ah, and then lazy, in the confusion, and then too much `sleepy eyes in the death.
Twenty years of years, let the rain and wind blow, let a straw raincoat tired of life. At this point in my life, that is, such as tea, such as coffee, more often such as coffee bar. At this time, I am like a barista like a mixer. With their own hands, their own life adjusted to a thousand flavors. Ask yourself how much sweetness you have tasted. Last night's rain and wind, the morning is already green and thin wind blowing flowers fall all over the sky.
The broken bridge outside the stage, lonely open no master ...... Lu You penned the plum blossom, in the broken bridge outside the stage has been open for hundreds of years, lonely for hundreds of years. I like this line, outside the broken bridge, lonely open no master. But who understands the flavor of it when you look at the end of the world? There is no intention to struggle for spring, a group of jealousy, fall into the mud into dust, only the fragrance as the old ......!
Part VI: The fall into mud as dust
Zeng Zi said: prudent to pursue the future, the people's moral return to the thick carry on. I don't know if memorializing the dead will make the social morality more and more simple. But I do have such a person in my heart to let me be careful to catch up with the dead.
The athletic posture, dark skin, stout body, a burst of youth. Your academic performance has always been unsatisfactory, flamboyant personality so that vices also accompanied you, everyone, smoking. Being loved ones reproach, you have a indifferent smiling face relative. However, anyone has his flash point, of course, including you. Your sparkle is not in your studies, but on the sports field. The house is full of awards, not the so-called "three good students", "excellent cadres" and so on, but the school issued a variety of such as long jump, height adjustment, sprinting and so on the award certificate. Asked you why sports so good, you smiled and said, "The real power is practiced, you Missy hit me I ran as hard as I could. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes and boots.
January Tianchi Mountain is snow-capped, the north wind whistling. Two hours of driving to your home, "whoosh" of the north wind blowing mercilessly straight to the face, cold, I shivered, and you and the youngest male, the youngest mother-in-law's enthusiasm to drive away the cold, a meeting you will be enthusiastically called "Cao Milkwa, fast into the house to roast the fire, warm and warm body, outside the house is too cold. It's too cold outside." The house was warm and the sound of laughter filled the room. Outside the house, the snow is flying, like a group of dancing elves, vast from the sky straight to the ground, covering the silent mountain, arousing my curiosity ......, the conversation learned that you have dropped out of school, ready to work once the year is over. Relatives again began a thousand reprimands on you, your self-esteem has long been these thrown clean, you find me as an excuse to prepare to escape, so smiled at me and said "Go, we go to see the snow." I agreed out of curiosity, a reason to keep you away from the harsh reprimands.
The snowflakes danced in the silence and covered all the mountains and rivers with silver, and they hibernated, making the valley even more silent.
You and I walked in the white snow, the snow left us both deep and shallow footprints, talk and laughter echoed in the valley. At this time, the eaves of the formation of a thousand forms of ice cream y attracted me, you see my mind. Pointing to those ice creams that I found very fascinating, you said, "Want one?" I nodded, thinking: so high, you can reach? Came to the eaves, only to see you take a leap, "Hey, almost," I shouted excitedly. "Next, I start a section." The words just fell, only to see you have hard to start, in the near ice that moment, you jumped, ice was in your hands, but you also because the ground is slippery and fell. My heart was touched. Instead, you patted the snow-covered water on your butt and laughed, "Mistake, here, ice prongs for you." I took the hot ice prongs and was touched, the warmth in my heart chasing away the cold outside my body. Essay
Part VII: Falling into the mud and dust
Perhaps, inadvertently will feel that the world is unfair, and fate is so. The best choice is to face the reality. 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. The most important thing to remember is that you have to be able to get the best out of your life, and you can do it all by yourself. Everything is possible with effort! Because I know that my persistence and hard work will make the world's unfairness in front of me bowed!
People grow up, has entered half of society. Some people say that this society is hypocritical. Because most people have put away the innocent smile, put on the mask of disguise. The reality is this, always separate me from the ideal! It can be said that you are the real you only when others don't see you. And that's just the way it is, there's nothing to debate!
Come to this school, although at first there are ten thousand reluctance, but ultimately have to face this reality. From then on, separated from the ideal, to start a new life. In a book, I saw a few words about college life:
Our youth is never recovered,
Our future is nowhere to be seen,
Our ideal is scattered,
Our love is uncertain.
Perhaps this is what we are living now.
Perhaps this is the life we are living now.
From the surface of what I wrote, although a little negative flavor. But I also just publish their own feelings. I know that people live to be happy, to be optimistic! My outlook on life is positive, although there is too much unfairness in this society. I'm a person like this, everything is always not in the heart, what is the fire to the eyebrows are not anxious, perhaps that I have a better fixation, there is a flavor of the crisis is not chaotic.
Confucius said: three people, there must be my teacher, choose its good and from its not good and change. People live a life, there are many things to learn. Live to learn old, learning is never-ending! The road is long, I will go up and down. Everyone has a dream, even if they are not the same as each other, no matter whether they are successful or not will be touched, as long as they have worked hard for it.
After the college entrance examination, although it is said to be a failure, but after the experience, more learned a lot. The college entrance examination is like the platform, is the end, but also the starting point. Experience is a very real thing, he can teach you how to see the problem, how to deal with life. Schopenhauer said: man can do what he wants to do, but can't get what he wants to get, so life is destined to be painful. Maybe what he said is true! People without money want money. People with money want power. Those with power want selfishness. Of course everyone has their own natural attributes! Failure is indeed painful. Tough choices give new meaning to choices. My failure is only the beginning. Because I do not have the right to give up.
The four seasons of life, spring for the ignorant; summer for the trial; fall for trying; winter most lonely. Life is not as good as often eight or nine, karma half point not by people ah! The first thing I'd like to do is to get the best out of the world, and then I'd like to get the best out of the world. Although winter in, spring cycle; the day before yesterday I was laughing at ** said she believes in fate old-fashioned, today I recognize ** wise. I must have endured too much torment last night. The sky is also the sky, people are also people, relatives are also relatives, friends are also friends. I will no longer be arrogant, will only try to do, after all, I have too many attachments - love me, I love people.
If anything is to be high and perfect. Then the world will be how boring and painful, who knows what tomorrow will be like? I know that perhaps there are many people who aspire to a very good, very good life in the dream talk, in the dream body to miss his heavenly life. But what about when you wake up? Only than in the dream more grief and pain.
In fact, tasting the light life and where is not good?
I used to be anything to be good, but the fact is not by our own say, maybe ah! Only after some experience in the wake up but that's not too late, it's not over. If you have a chance, turn back! At least you can salvage some of it! What's the point of losing what's real for what's unreal? We all know what happens in the end, and that's nothing. Everything is lost.
The heart of the matter tends to be easier than the reality, do often stretched, things are not what they wish ah. So ah, life as long as it is plain is already OK.
I know that after all this I will have a hard time in the future. University that once dream although not completely broken, but also similar. I'm struggling to figure out what else I can do now to redeem myself. Is it really so decrepit to go on? I'm not willing to do that.
I'm like this, everything fails always reluctant, but in the end still have to face reality. Maybe someone will say this is weak if. But I have to say, as long as the struggle for their own ideals, can not regret. Hope that there is no matter, no matter what, this is just like the road on the ground, in fact, there is no road on the ground, walk more people, will become the road.
I treat life now, I choose to be silent. Lu Xun once said: "Not in the silence of the outbreak, in the sinking in the demise." My life is destined to be like this, give me a fulcrum I can warp the whole earth. I will explode one day, because I know that now is not the time for me to explode.
2010, for China, is proof of development. More than that, it is an opportunity to develop and let the whole world know that China exists. And for me, a new beginning, a new harvest, my past will be gone with the wind, the era of enlightenment has come, I believe my future is not a dream. What is an ideal? As long as you work hard for it, you can make the ideal become a reality.
They're the only ones who are as good as they are, and they're the only ones who are as good as they are!
Article 8: "The Dust"
I can't imagine how happy she would have been if he had said he liked her. She wanted to cherish it, and he just walked past it expressionlessly and blandly. The moment he brushed past, behind him, she has been in tears ...... but no sound, but she still pretends not to care about the appearance of still raised his head and walked forward, tightly biting his lip to not let himself turn back ...... her mood, he did not know. She knows he doesn't care. She did not dare to face so helplessly choose to escape reality. She is very hypocritical, obviously do not want to smile. But far-fetched. She often laughed loudly and smiled brightly. And she does not know, in fact, all people know, in fact, she: just a kind of cover.
She was very naive, thought she liked he would like themselves. Then she heard from his friends that he liked a her. She didn't believe it yet she had to believe it. Because of the way he ignored her these days. She wanted to ask him but didn't have the guts, he was afraid of the answer that he couldn't accept if he didn't want to. And still she gathered the courage to ask. But this time it was with despair along for the ride. Stupidly, she sent him what she had said to his friend. And he chose to avoid it. A wave of disappointment surged through her. Suddenly he said, "I don't like her" "I repeat" "I really don't like her" Hearing these words from him, at this point she took off her protective clothing and accepted the beauty. She was like the most innocent child waiting for a compliment from her mother, no matter what the people around her said. She continued to be happy. She didn't care what anyone else saw. Look how excited she was at this point! And that's where the nightmare strikes her negligence out of joy. He said, "But", "I don't feel anything for you either", two simple words that hit her head like a thunderbolt. It was as if a seagull that was proudly spreading its wings and flying high had been stared at by a hunter's merciless gun, and the bullet had penetrated one of its wings with a "flutter". Tossed on the surface of the sea for a moment, instantly sank to the bottom of the sea. She smiled and told her friends with her: "I do not care, in fact, I already know the answer ah, I want to continue my continue, I want to work hard. Cheer up! Hey hey hey ......." But the bitterness of the death of the stuffed in the heart, tears still remain in the corners of the eyes ...... In fact, they all know: she, just will be wrapped up in their own good. In the face of the answer he gave her belongs to her, she chose to escape as in the past. She lied to herself and said:
He said he...I...
He is lying to me right
He nagging may...
My sixth sense told me
He actually like my
Sorry to admit it right
Or he likes my own
I'm sorry to admit it
I'm sorry to admit it
I'm sorry to admit it
I'm sorry to admit it
I'm sorry to say it.
Or does he like me and doesn't even know it
...even if he's telling the truth
Do you want me to give up?
I'm sorry, I've never learned to give up
I've never intended to give up
I'll listen to anything he wants me to do
But the one thing you don't even want to talk about
is <giving up>
If he finds a good reason to do so
then bye bye
but In real life, there is no if
The so-called no feeling
Simply does not exist, right
Oh
The taut torn heart pulling forceful smile, and she in fact clearly know: there is a love, has been let down
Being in the always sudden storms still adhere to, she said: I look forward to the rainbow after the storm!