Inscription: Fu Liang's "stepping on Sha Xing" is written before Father's Day, so that she can walk through Shady's life and accept desolation.
The sun is setting in the west, people are getting yellow, internal audit themselves, maybe we can cherish tonight
One is:
Dirty face condensation frost, annoying silk dyed snow, life has reached the Qingqiu Festival. A bland cover the rest of the body, ashamed to mention the past to talk about the wind and the moon.
The rotten wood is light and gray, the remaining branches and leaves are withered, and the red fragrance is exhausted. Verdant turned its head in an instant, and the clouds and smoke swept over the butterflies.
Second:
Weak bone wind invasion, Lei muscle rain, fleeting mottled will be tired. How can I look back on the sunset and look at the mess?
Muddle-headed yesterday, now sloppy, Longzhong mentality first. If anyone asks, it can be done. Silence, timidity, shame, no answer.
One day in November 2012, the misty rain of that day was particularly devastating, and the water curtain pulled the wind sadly, and only a wet setting in the sky opened the door to another world. As a result, his father went in, he left without hesitation, resolutely and resolutely, without hesitation to abandon the fetters and nostalgia of the world, and no longer pay attention to the reluctance and retention of relatives, from then on, there is no longer sound tolerance to see each other.
When my father left, I was solemn and solemn. In the spirit of pretending to stand upright and not to lie down, I forcibly endured the tingling embedded in my bones and showed it in front of the loving father's coffin whose soul had not yet dispersed with a mournful smile. This is a consolation: your son will not be a coward, he will copy your nobility and shrewdness in the gap of the world, hereditary is as wonderful as you, and life has no intention to rest. I will illuminate me on the road by your brilliance. Live in order to survive, until the green comes from the blue and surpasses the blue.
This is like an oath, particularly dignified the air, perhaps, even the remains of the cold father, will be moved can not bear to disperse the remaining temperature. But later on, I finally despised this oath. After all, the indescribable gap between the world and the underworld would soften, dilute and vanish everything that was only a feat at that time. What was planned at that time, which later became impermanent, always used the excuse of hindering each other, saying goodbye, and falling to the west of the pear blossom and the moon, losing the once heroic words, just like a dream that crept up to the pillow at night, suddenly woke up after the chicken crow at dawn, stunned and lost the beauty of the dream, who can completely reproduce that illusory illusion? This has become my shame to my father!
This is what life is like. If you want to be true, you have to urge people to learn to forget and forget the burdens that will burden you on the road, including emotions, including the past, including some twisted mountains and rivers to restore life to everyone. However, in this decades-long time tunnel, there are still unavoidable discussions on birth, toil, illness, suffering, death and other things. Will add some decadence across the air, so that life is half flame, half sea water, between such warm and cold feelings, the mind is bitter, muscle and bone fatigue, but the lack of its body, only let the mood full of spring breeze and everything. If that is the case, why should we cherish it? what is the pity of pity?
Throwing time away, winding the years, this is life. Just like after I sent my father to death, there will be no more internal and external cooperation of father and son soldiers in my life, because he has gone to a different kind of territory, and I don't even know if he is king and invader. Xu, there, he ploughed the mountains and ploughed, fished in front of the underworld, cut down the gloomy and firewood, read the spring and read leisurely, leisurely, or, if he could not cover his dandy, he would be young again and would be blessed with many fairies and fairies, happy with his happiness. He will be the same as I failed the promise to him, he will also live up to all the promises in the world, a picture of peace and freedom. Perhaps, that is the paradise in Tao Qian's idealism, is the world of bliss, if so, I sincerely bless my father!
When my father left, he was just 70 years old, and my 40-year-old canthus never burst into tears, in order to polish himself into the appearance of a father. When he was alive, he faced more pain and sorrow, but he became more and more courageous and strong. This kind of fortitude is not only that he and I have a very different time span of 30 years, but also that I need to fill it with countless experiences and encounters. It must be positive, upward, and capable of connecting the preceding and the next.
Thirty years of fame and dirt, this is Yue Peng after the high-profile ideal, and then low-key taste of the sigh. Come to think of it, my father and I would not have been so tragic and regrettable in this 30-year age span. However, the real life really has eight thousand miles of clouds and months of waste and frustration. Thirty years can be in a hurry, but thousands of miles, but thousands of mountains and rivers, sometimes, have to sigh: dare to ask where the road is, is the road really under foot? With the advent of people and things, who and what is their real direction? When all the dust is low and the wind is light, the so-called fame is only a scene of the wind and the moon.
Father left, no last words may be: live in the present, and do and cherish, for me a good reincarnation of the world, take care of my posture, will be kind to life! The dead have passed away, the living think for a long time, there is a kind of engraving, called everlasting memory!
At this point of writing, I suddenly found that I didn't know what to say, and I didn't even know how to install the title. People grieve thin and don't want to be miscellaneous, so let's continue the same topic a while ago, which is an essay essay on "Lin Hua Xie Chunhong".
At the same time, I wish my father a happy Christmas on the seventh day of the fifth month of the lunar calendar. May your spirit last forever and shine a long lamp in heaven!
(Wen / Tangpohu) (Yu Li Jen)
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