Induced-year-old

I always think that I am not afraid of death. What is death? It’s just a way to live. In Su Shi’s words, if you view it from its changers, then the Heaven and Earth could not be seen for a moment; If you view it from its changeless ones, then things and me are endless. Therefore, when I was suffering from illness, when I was heartbroken, I had the impulse to end my life for countless times. I have thought about taking sleeping pills to sleep forever; I have also thought about stepping on the flowerpot, climbing over the balcony railing and falling freely; I even thought about closing the doors and windows, turning on the gas stove, death was artificially covered with Halo by me, as if it was Death. To me, it was nothing but breaking away from the bitter sea and flying to the paradise, where there was no pain to my body any more, no longer have the trouble of daily necessities, no more disputes and intrusions in the secular world. Only facing the sea, spring blossoms. However, when death was really approaching, I was truly scared. I found that my desire for life was so strong, as if a dying fish was eager for a ladle of water with my mouth open. The experience of death was not what I did on purpose. A few days ago, when I took medicine in the office, the pills were too big. If I was not careful, the pills fell into the air inlet pipe and could not get up, which happened to get stuck in the air pipe, I found that I couldn’t speak out, breathe, and even cough to get it out. At that moment, I looked so helpless that I immediately thought: did I die like this? A living person died at this moment because of a pill? I began to jump, trying to pop out the pills and looking for my mobile phone on my desk. I wanted to send a letter for help, and I wanted to live! I don’t want to die! I thought that my love for him had already been plain or even disappeared, but in fact, this kind of love had been sleeping quietly in a corner of the years without any sound, but at a certain moment, it will wake up again. It may not be as turbulent as before, but it firmly occupies your heart. Just like the oxygen in the air, we seem to be unable to feel its existence, once there is no it, you will be aware of its value. Thanks to someone in the office, my beautiful little colleague saved me. She was also frightened by my actions and ran to me. I didn’t know what happened and I couldn’t speak, it was too late to find a pen to write and tell her that she had to make gestures desperately to let her pat my back. Thank God, she slapped down, the pills stuck in my trachea finally came out, and I was saved. He was not a shining person either. He was as ordinary as any gravel on the river bank, just like me. However, the waves of fate sent him to me. From then on, two stones met each other. We had edges and corners, and there was no need for friction and collision in life, finally, they polished each other’s edges and corners. Now, I am more willing to believe that the years before I was 19 years old are actually waiting for him. In fact, the distance between him and me is not the distance in space, but the distance in time. After a long 19 years, we finally came together. I remembered that he was wronged in front of my parents in order to win the marriage between me and him; I remembered that when he was pregnant, he rode a bicycle to the mining bureau to pick me up every day and went back to the small town ten miles away, no matter it was uphill or downhill, he never let me down; He remembered that he took me to take a walk beside an abandoned railway after marriage, watching the sunset and picking wild flowers; I remembered that he was busy in and out of the kitchen alone, while I was sitting on the sofa in the living room watching soap operas leisurely; I remembered that he was leading me helplessly in the great hospitals in Wuhan, they are all real experiences once, just blown to an unknown corner by the wind of time. I thought I couldn’t catch it any more. I couldn’t find it. But today, after a death experience, at the intersection of sunshine and time, they were blown to me again. I found that time did not rob them, they are still beautiful and fresh. Spring elimination snow Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Buried butterfly

Wen/Leng Meng Yu is supported by the gentle breeze. The years are like water passing away, and the flowers bloom and fall. I don’t know where to go to the vast sea of people. For whom does the heron fly and dance? Breaking out of the cocoon, the beauty of the whole city, lamenting if the dance, a flash of tears in the pan I don’t know when it started to be so worthless, I thought I had left it for a long time, why there were so many tears? Why is it so painful? It has not been buried in the emptiness! The heart that has already died still hurts! So many injuries think time is the best medicine, but I don’t know whether it is medicine or poison! Let yourself hurt deeper and more thoroughly. More people are always unwilling to recall and face it, but they are always facing it inadvertently. Heart! Always want to escape, always think that time will dilute everything, everything will start again so naive, so ridiculous. But who knows the scenes behind the smile are bleak, and the glittering tears are always saying that the past is unbearable! The past is unbearable, but there is always such a wonderful story! -Me! I really can’t recall the past, I can’t recall it, and I dare not recall it! I am afraid of looking back, the endless pain, the purgatory life heart! Really tired tired! I don’t know when is the end to bury butterflies! Ruined his youth; Ruined his childhood; Ruined his heart; Also ruined his own wind! Still in blowing! Butterfly fell down, and her life was only seven days. From the moment she was born, she began to fly, showing her beauty to the world; Her tears; Her love; Her dance was too tired to fly, she slept in the drizzle and the blue flowers fell, and the wind rose and the clouds fell as beautiful as butterflies. Life is like seven, buried butterfly heart! If you also love words, music and making friends. Then please add me QQ:1006783781. Leng Mengyu gives you a warm harbor. This diary is not reprinted, collected and shared to your friends. It’s really a pity that you will get happiness if you don’t transfer it. Youth. I wasted it on words! In fact, I am not a word controller, but there are many people who control me. In fact, there is no gorgeous language in my words, but they say that they will be very worried after reading it! I think the power of words is much stronger than that of human beings, because words are dangerous, the most charming and dangerous. My name is Han Yu, your forever friend. Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…