A city, a person, a mood. A journey in full bloom, with the posture of fluttering winter snow, is decorated with eternity in memory. Looking back, the time of a tree full of flowers, suddenly, far away, fell
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In the deep winter afternoon, suddenly the wind came, blowing away a few thin clouds, dormant the mood of the whole winter, suddenly clear. A person's space alone, a cup of tea, tasteless, a cup of coffee, drink bitter; through a few wisps of peace of time, on a blank, describe a kind of years of loneliness and enthusiasm. Or, holding a half-grid cell phone, silently write down those undeclared thoughts; imagine, over time, grow it into a flower with fragrance and dew, gently dragging in the wind, and you must be warm to each other.
Long life journey, Yu Yu Shenghui one after another scenery, extremely happy, according to the order all. There are also some owed personnel, can not be repaid, can not be traced back, just want to let its exile time boundless wilderness, never miss each other. The years are frivolous, occasionally desolate and strange. After some trials and tribulations, no one is as low as dust. Learn to escape on the way to life, the wisps of sadness between the eyebrows, but waiting to drift away. When the wind comes, it is gracefully greeted with a smile, the wind is leisurely, the snow is light, and the heart is calm.
Born in this era, each of us lives very hard and always thinks that we work hard enough and that there is no shortage of excellence. Suddenly one day, I found that I had a great weakness: when I encountered people and things that were difficult to face, I couldn't do anything but run away. Maybe it's a little bit of arrogance in the bones, maybe it's really disdain for those vulgar entanglements!
On the road of life, running in the wind and rain, tears and Rain Water flying together, with a smile on his face, there is still an expectant light in his eyes. When the dust and smoke rose, he looked around blankly, but at the bottom of his heart there was a clear blue sea. The sea is distant and affectionate, just like my yearning and love for life. No matter how others treat us, they will be tolerant and love in the name of their own happiness.
He has always been a book addict and wants to hide the books he likes when he sees them. Recently, with the help of double Eleven and double Twelve, the fully packed shopping cart has been emptied. A wave of express delivery, bookshelf rescheduling, looking at the new feeling, is happy. Over the years, more and more books have been shelved after flipping through half a volume, but very few books have taken the time to finish. Keep talking about being busy, saying that the connection between work and life is seamless, and there is no leisure to be close to it. In fact, knowing that the reason is a little far-fetched. Originally, I do not know when to start, but also learned such an excuse themselves!
Occasionally, I like to spend my spare time on Weibo. In addition to reading entertainment news, hot current events, and new cooking methods, it is to read more than a dozen articles that pay attention to the mood of writers. Among them, I paid special attention to one person, Zhang Jiajia. He prides himself on a young writer who is not too old. Baidu learned that the post-80s, who was praised as the first genius of Nanjing University, had been the host, the lead writer of the magazine and the screenwriter. Overnight became the No. 1 best-selling author on the Amazon Book list. Just look at his information, I will feel respect.
I remember when I first read Zhang Jiajia's bedtime stories on Weibo every night, I felt that her writing style was really different. Simple and popular, not soft, not refined, that kind of rough hypocrisy, there is no literary style. Sometimes sharp words, some out of tune, even swearing. There is also some hidden truth, which is worth pondering for a long time with a cold eye. Reading his works is like having someone face to face telling you stories that really happened around you, but it can also make you cry.
He described a kind of life: laughter and tears, with ten thousand fireworks to blow up the world to a beautiful place! In the face of any sadness and pain in life, can be shot out, all the way over, roar past, rush to kill, live incisively and vividly! Just after reading this bold and unruly sentence, I laughed out loud, and the smile on my face froze in less than ten seconds. All of a sudden, there is a pain in the seams.
The excitement and bitterness of life, perhaps only in the blink of an eye, by their own epiphany. In my lifetime, I don't know if I can burn once, and I don't know how many years of the past can be changed into a costume performance of joys and sorrows. At the moment, I have been deeply infected by the temperament of a word. In the depths of the soul, some things that have been sealed for a long time begin to be restless again!
He said, the world ups and downs, we will go ashore, the sun is thousands of miles, the roadside flowers bloom. And our greatest courage is to protect the broken ground, tears warm eyes, no matter how pain can bear. However, it is not easy to have such a sore persistence. I am one of the few people who live and work normally. I live shyly and calmly without swearing or nerves. Undisturbed, allowing me peace, I received the great kindness of fate.
Each time, the family, friendship, love considerations, so that their own progress a little bit, strong a few points, and finally get a satisfactory life answer paper. Unexpected things happen, let oneself suddenly understand some truth, is to solve several puzzles of fate, but also live up to the generosity and gentleness of the years. Those intentional or unintentional mistakes, have been forgiven, let go of the past, a heart plant, after pruning, awe-inspiring and stylish appearance.
Looking back on the long road of wind and dust, the faint scent of flowers came from the dust. A tree in a moment of time, and see light warm hair; branches a little tender, waiting for the spring period. I will spend my whole life to flourish every piece of sincere tenderness.
Every day as time goes by will no longer be copied in the course of life. A diary with everlasting memories of fleeting time, at the end, the thickest stroke, clear and loud, without sighing tone.
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