Life is like an article: life is like a hundred
Yesterday on the way home to buy food encountered the boss's wife of the small supermarket, we are old acquaintances! After buying things to go together, somehow drop we talked about the aunt who sells vegetables, the boss's wife said: ? I like to buy food from her family, she never lacks pounds and taels, the portion is very full. Although I do not know the portion is not enough, but I also prefer to buy food in this home, because the auntie is quite good, is there are some dishes auntie this side does not have? I don't know. Yes! It's not easy for her. Her husband pulls the groceries back for her and then leaves them outside. She carries them in by herself, washes them, and then boils the water (not electrically, but a large boiler with firewood underneath, and splits the firewood herself?) And she also has to take care of the family. Now her husband is doing better and starting to do something, whereas before he not only didn't do anything but took her grocery money to gamble...? No way! This auntie is so tolerant! How many wives would be able to put up with that nowadays? What do you mean? Yes! Now is not the same as in the past, ah so chatting to the boss's wife's store.
The boss's wife went back to the store to cook, I went back to the cabin to eat. Suddenly realized that everyone around him or her has this or that kind of story, selling vegetables aunt is just not as good as one of them, think of yourself listening to the story of many people around you, everyone's story is not the same, and even listened to the story of the landlord's aunt's family, although the landlord aunt will smile when she talks about it, but listening to it is still a little bit of heartache. The story of the small supermarket owner's wife is considered happy, although her daughter can't be around from time to time, but the family is always happy! The landlady of the building next door is considered a small tragedy.
We always look at other people's stories with a smile or sadness, whether we have thought about our own story.
Everyone has their own story, but how will your story and mine develop? In the end it is sad or happy?
Life in a hundred states article two: life in a hundred states
It is said that life is like a play, the play is like life, hurried decades, a hundred turns. Different stages, playing different roles, or sad, or happy, laughter, tears, everything comes so suddenly, and seems to be destined.
? Look at each other, only Jingting Mountain? is a kind of bosom, ? The only way to do this is to go up to a tall building and look at the end of the road. It is a realm. Tasting a cup of tea, long aftertaste; smell a wisp of sandalwood smoke, refreshing; listen to a song of the Brahman, transcendental. Treading snow in search of plums, feel the fragrance of the strand of pride; watch the willow across the river, appreciate that piece of hidden vitality; climb the stairs and look at the moon, enjoy the ethereal spirit of the world. Plum as a friend, and flowers as a companion; book as a friend, and ink as a companion; bamboo as a friend, and birds as a companion. Climbing far, deep in the clouds to see the pine waves; faith walk horse, deep in the mountains to see the bamboo sea. Gathering of guests and friends from all over the world in the pavilion, boiled wine on the road, goblet water, drinking; invite three or five friends, canoeing on the river islet, poetry and painting, the breeze comes, the water is not rising. Rainbow only after the rain, away from the island and see the clear sky. Smoke wave painting boat, a lone sail transport shadow, turn your eyes back to look at the depths of the fishing river, the wind and waves are calm, the river number of green peaks. Indulge in the landscape, cloud travel ten macro, leisurely and comfortable, happy in the middle. The world is independent, free and unrestrained, supine whistling song, cooking wine on the road, laughing at the love of mankind.
? The human face does not know where to go, peach blossom is still laughing at the spring breeze? It is a lost sentiment, ? The thing is not a matter of rest, want to talk about the first flow of tears? It is a kind of scene, can't help heartache,? Do not see last year's people, tears wet green shirt sleeves" is a kind of time change, things are not the sadness of the people, see things think of people, people go empty. Life is always a little unsatisfactory, or loss, or sadness, or resentment. Bo Ya's string is broken for Ziqi, but who will listen to it? The cuckoo cries blood and looks to the emperor, the country is dead and the body is turned into a ghost. Lonely geese hit the ground for the true feelings, mound mound so far, who asked? Lone smoke in the desert, the Yangtze River sunset, the setting sun, the ancient road, looking at the end of the road, countless full of depression; Xunyang River melancholy guest, Princess Pipa more grievances, so the wine to dispel the sorrows, sadness more sadness. One day away from the dust, half a lifetime of wind and half a lifetime of love. Pathfinder, wandering the four seas, a world of scribbles, rainy night when the guest, drunken tears pouring, but also no clear boundary, empty Linglong heart. I want to go up to the nine heavens, but I am afraid of scaring the people in the sky. Wish the east wind with wine, turn arm into feather into the moon palace, I am the earth's despondent guest, what is the matter with the tears, the sound of broken intestines in the memory of the ordinary life.
Although the long goodbye wins the new joy, if you can from now on, it is just a long time, but often the good times are not always, when the fate of the love has been exhausted, have to cut hair and forget about the love, from this Zen Yard degree of the mortal world? When the brotherhood is severed, have to cut off the robe, old and dead? It would be better to forget about each other in the jungle, a smile to eliminate enmity.
The Zhiqi loyal and pure, often the ancient way of the heart, rather than the world negative me, food is not enough to eat, but also my negative world, the pampered; chivalrous and righteous people, often untamed, rather than blood stained battlefield, horse leather wrapped in corpses, do not want to grovel and languish. These two personalities, or weak, or stubborn, the ultimate enemy of the snobbish little man's backstabbing and framing, a lifetime of fame, down the drain, and ended up with a body head, hate and end, the end of the laughing stock.
Meticulous, careful words and actions, the courage to retreat, is the way of the official; to avoid their sharpness, attack their unpreparedness, surprise, is the military must; open-minded, quoted, in-depth, is the basis of the rule of science.
The fire tree and the glazed moon, the flow of light dancing night sky. People are not constant, the scene is not always winning, gathering and dispersing bitter rush, forest flowers thank spring red, autumn water sinks the East China Sea, the northern geese finally return to the south. Gradual distance and gradual nothing, after knowing and realizing that after the empty. The green mountains and green water, the sunset, a thousand mountains, the twilight of the snow, the seasons are impermanent, the weak water is not a shape?
The most important thing to remember is that you can't stop talking about it, and you can't stop talking about it.
Life in all its forms Article 3: Life in all its forms
Walking suddenly lost their way, I do not know where to go, there are too many tests in life, I know I can not be discouraged. Here can accompany me to laugh a lot of people, but can accompany me to go very few people, I must recognize this fact. Life is like a foggy forest, always sometimes can not see themselves, exile themselves in this lost, perhaps walking for so long, I walked just a wrong direction, when you recognize, is that other people push you into a wind, you have to face the fact that this error. This time is more helpless, right, for a long time without the feeling of panic, feel like a child who can not find a home, the sense of strangeness eroded my every nerve, the feeling of a long time, is still so engraved in my heart. In the end is the reality of society, or human greed and ruthlessness, I can not identify. We ask for too much, certainly will lose more, I often feel like a madman to live, heartless but still can not get rid of the gears of fate, society he will not let you free and easy. I thought I was in control of things, but once I took the first step, I realized I was powerless over anything. It is so numbing to go back and forth between truth and hypocrisy, and to realize that I am still so fragile and vulnerable.
In the world, the only thing that can't be cheated is your own heart. It is always in their most unguarded, exposed their own joy and sorrow. Perhaps, I should honestly admit, between compassion and pain, between faith, responsibility and pain, between life itself and the smell of pain, often there is no fish and bear the balance of the margins, some philosophers can not remove the torment, called the burden of existence? Some philosophers call this torture that can't be removed the burden of existence. The philosopher called this torture that can not be removed, called the burden of existence, may be right, as long as they live a day, can not be avoided, can only learn to accept its existence, and try to get along with it. Many things are always in the experience will only know, pain, will know how to protect themselves, stupid, will know how to stick and give up at the right time, in the get and lose, we slowly recognize themselves, anatomy of their own. Graduation Out of the innocent campus, embarked on the journey of my life, with a copy of the resume delivery, a look of negativity, affirmation. I know a lot along the way, I'm not that can naively rely on the family life of small children, I should shoulder a responsibility for their own life shoulder this responsibility.
When the "Lighting Weekly" and "World Lighting Times" two jobs in front of me, I chose the "World Lighting Times" because of a sentence, as a copywriter into the face of the workplace, I began to bewildered, I do not know what to do, but I still like this platform, although she is not a state-owned enterprises, not the envy of others, but here my heart is very down-to-earth, and I like this home! I like this home. Although looking at classmates engaged in late and design are so high pay, heart or a little envy, look at the students who opened the studio I still leap for them. But different ideals take different paths, I have been admonishing myself, I can't regret if I choose to give up the late, give up the design, engaged in writing, I will do my best to do this line. Here when I see the article of President Huanghe, there is always an atmospheric feeling and inspiring excitement. I think the president's broad-mindedness and grandeur are enough to influence my life. Maybe I won't be here in the future, but this is my growth point, my starting point, I will be grateful for this platform and President Huanghe's grandeur has y influenced me. The other side of the flower blossoms and falls, I think I will laugh at the ups and downs of life, many years later, I will be in the road of the successful people lament today.
I remember a lot of people said, my heart is too big, sometimes lose a lot. But to this day, the pure campus life of the university has smoothed out too many of my horns, I am no longer the same as before, you do not have to come to comment on me. I would like to say that today my heart can hold the whole world, spread out his hands can also embrace the world, I will also win a great deal. That black month for me is the past, hate and resentment, crazy, it's enough, in the silhouette of memory I still have not deleted memories, so that I always remember that I should shoulder that responsibility, I should recycle that can not be helped. That year I was no longer that childish child, single-handedly created too much pain, too much can not be changed so that I can only escape, away from that place of hurt. There is a sentence I like very much? Other people's lives you are not qualified to comment freely, because you do not know what he has experienced? This saying has y affected me. It made me believe in my principles and be persistent all the way. No matter how many unfortunate things I encounter, I will still walk through those bumps in the road, I believe that the rainbow will always return, the smile will eventually bloom. Some people say jokingly, small age how full of vicissitudes of life, then I can only say with emotion, you just did not walk through the road I walked. I remember writing a log in the past, said: "You can't see the hurt in my eyes. You can't see the hurt in my eyes, can't hear the pain in my heart, can't see the decline after my pride, can't smell the sadness I carved in my bones; you can't see the sadness in my eyes, you don't understand the eyes of my tears. My past is like a fleeting cloud of smoke, a flash in the pan, and there is no more hurt in my life. I no longer shed tears, no longer hurt, hurt the heart who will not understand, those of the past, no longer shed tears in the eyes, can not see the sadness in the corrosion of this past smile? Inside the strong can not be loaded with too much aggression, perhaps then or immature, at the moment I will go to thank those experiences, thank me for every road I walked, maybe not wonderful, not beautiful, but is my most precious treasure, thank me for every road I walked to let me grow up, grow up, strong, I'm not going to complain, will not go to hate, I will work hard to reach out to embrace my life, to create my future.
No matter how many bumps in the road, I will smile in the face, and then big storms I will still move forward, for me the damage is just a piece of dust in my life, why do I have to go through with a piece of dust, and that's not to demean their own personalities, and lowered my dignity ....... I will smile and be proud to the end, I will also smile to the end.