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Who has ever said that life is a pure white open space, and lonely people wander repeatedly. On this piece of pure white, I cried and laughed, and understood the so-called truth in the world little by little. When life finally went away with flashy, I finally got peace. If, there has never been me in this world. Then, what regret, what sadness. Life is a stumbling twist, and death is a tranquil star. Return to dust, rain and dew. There is no longer me in this world, but I am everywhere. Live thankfully. We come from accident. Life is the most precious gift. Love the person you love, treat everything gently, and don’t feel resentful and sad because of misfortune. No matter how dangerous the future is, we should stand still with a smile. Because of love, we should not be afraid. Welcome all arrangements without any complaints or sorrow, calm down. Such a life will be proud and honorable. So I decided to refuse the mess and all sadness. Although, I shed tears. That’s because of too much deep love. I to remember. I will forget. I want to wake up in your dream in a frozen morning. We are all angels who miss the world. Everything is beautiful, I am in the center. When I look at the world with a simple heart, there will be no so many troubles in the world. It turns out that life can be simple and happy like a cup of coffee. Sound, flowing outside the sky, coming with the moon, carrying the lotus-like clouds dancing lightly. The rushing stream flows away, leaving a light and bright wisdom. The stream is beside the ears, touching the long lost love and the long lost sweetness. It turns out that I am a blue at the bottom of the valley, hiding all the beauty deeply, only giving this world such a cold blue, quiet, no sound, sleeping in loneliness for hundreds of millions of spring and autumn. In fact, what is needed is just a voice, a voice enough to wake me up. A faint memory cannot support a last heart. Fortunately, there was also the sound of flying in the dusk of childhood. However, the harder you think, the more you get nothing. Only then did I find that the sound of being trapped in the time is the most fascinating. Born, it was such an emotional sound. Romantic and touching words, which are shallow and circuitous in the bottom of my heart, seem to be touchless. It seems to be a kind of extravagant hope, a kind of illusion in ordinary life. Romantic, seems too far away. Too far. Romance may not be too far away. Romance may be just a grass sprouted in spring, a firefly flying all over the sky beside the water in summer night, and a silk scarf floating in the wind on the girl’s neck in late autumn, it’s just the white breath that children spit to the sky in winter. All plots can be attributed to romance. But my steps were too hurried, my eyes were too numb, and I missed it. So, learn to walk meticulously. Because, romance flashes, only in a flash. The past time was flashing bit by bit, thin and bright, dancing in the blue one after another, with a little gratitude and joy, a little confusion and melancholy. After a sound, a sound, all the songs were sung leisurely, as if there was no end, either slender or passionate. I still sang my own songs over and over again, in those days when the wind suddenly rose one by one. Light melancholy, shallow sentimental, everything is so long passing by inadvertently. Like a boat, a sail. With silence in the loneliness, the light passed away and drifted away at any time. The ancient rhythm came from the ears. The reeds were gray and the White Dew was Frost. The so-called Yiren thought that everything in the world was wise on the water side. Only we can’t understand all kinds of mysteries in the world. We are always worried and sad. When the World Turns from prosperity to peace, when the gray shadow of time stretches inch by inch on the wall, there is no need to cry. Even though everything seems calm and permanent, it is short and changeable in fact. The greatest happiness is that you can walk into the depth of every inch of time to experience the deepest touching. Don’t say this is the feeling of romantic flowers and snow moon, but I can’t turn a blind eye to beauty, I am indulged in it, with a smile on the corners of my mouth. In this way, it is life. Therefore, we often look at the gray and blue sky, thinking about all happiness without loneliness. We need to endure loneliness and see through desolation. Postscript: Alliswell. In the new semester, be tolerant and free. At the beginning of the two words, you will live up to your youth. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. 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I like reading a book quietly in the sunny room in the afternoon, and slowly understand its connotation. The flowers on the windowsill are delicate and charming, revealing the fragrance silently and fading quietly, as time goes by, four seasons change. The pink curtain flickered in the wind, in exchange for a good mood. This kind of tranquil, peaceful and peaceful life was what I wanted. Standing in front of the windowsill, looking up at the sky, counting the white clouds carefully, the clouds Twining for a while, and then running away like a child. That kind of leisure and comfort is also a kind of peace. Walking under the setting sun, the afterglow shone on my body, accompanied by a smile. The wind blew gently, letting the skirt fly, taking a deep breath, it seemed to be filled with vitality. Everything was so natural and indifferent. In the Moonlight-like evening, listening to melodious music under the soft light, it seemed that a warm current was flowing slowly in my chest, and my favorite words were tapping in front of the computer, I like to record those unforgettable moments in my life casually and naturally. I am a little obsessed and intoxicated. I often go to a boutique where there are ceramic vases with different shapes, the elegant and gentle blue and white flowers are engraved on it quietly, with the feeling of passing through time and space, and the exquisitely carved crystal ornaments dress up the beauty and fashion, in which they still look forward to romance. Never want to complain, do your own thing well, find your own harbor with a common heart, be a calm and calm person, and live a full and quiet life every day. Bathing in the bright sunshine, touching the breath of blue sky and white clouds, laughing at the various styles in the world, occasionally blowing your hair in a rain or wind is also a kind of happiness. Life is like a cup of green tea with faint fragrance, which is not rich but lasting. Feeling happiness and peace in daily necessities is a kind of warmth and happiness, and living peacefully is also a kind of happiness. The wind blew across the grass, rippling with fragrance. In the years, we passed by in a hurry. Looking back suddenly, we found that the fate we had been looking forward to was actually the peace, beauty, mystery and serenity that we inadvertently flashed. It is the calm of smiling at the wind and clouds, and the indifference of observing the changes of the world. The superficial tranquility may never replace the inner thoughts, always hiding some deep or shallow memories deep in the bottom of the heart, tasting and enjoying alone. So as to expect some inexplicable touching and surprise. Occasionally, I closed my eyes and didn’t think about anything. The disturbance and complexity all hid away. I just listened to the voice of my heart quietly. I felt really good. In fact, life is so simple, as long as you embrace life attentively and recall it, you will know that Tranquility is a kind of happiness. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) 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…

Time

Gongyuan came quietly in 2015, but the Sino-Japanese year of-in the lunar calendar did not replace the year of Yiwei. The Chinese used to use the emperor’s title and Tiangan Earth branch to mark the year at the same time. Until the founding of the People’s Republic, it began to mark the year according to the way related to Jesus, which also made the world remember China 1949, Tangshan 1976, Beijing 2008… where did time go? She never accelerated or slowed down for anyone, always take people from childish to mature with constant rhythm, till aging and leaving. From the legend that Pangu opened the sky and Nu Wa created human beings, till this moment, everything in the universe was in motion and change, but only time did not change the law, and she had never been partial or deceived, this may be the most practical justice given to human beings by Heaven and Earth since human beings multiply and live. Where is the time of philosophers? Maybe their wisdom and ideals are left in hundreds of thousands of classic works such as Das Kapital, On Protracted War, and State and Revolution; where did the hero’s time go? Maybe they left their tenacity and fearlessness on the banks of the Danube river in Europe, fixed on the windy Yi Shui river, and stayed beside the wall of the members of Paris commune; where is the musician’s time? Maybe they left their hopes and hopes in “Symphony of destiny”, “Serenade”, in the endless and wonderful classic music such as “mountains and rivers”… where are our time? Is it necessary to stay on the bright and clean Street cleaned every morning, maybe it is in the smiles of those students who have received the notice from institutions of higher learning, or in the eyes of thousands of bronze faces staring at crops… time passes by, the sea turns into fertile fields, and the high mountains turn into thousands of kilometers basin, the pace of time is in a hurry, which cannot be stopped, and cannot be retained! If it cannot be changed, why not face it with a smile? Moreover, if according to the lunar calendar calendar, we just to end, and Westerners have in years, their overall the old one year old, and 1.4 billion people of age still no growth, in view of this, our ancestors are full of wisdom, and it is lucky to be a descendant of the Yellow Emperor! Time is passing by the beating fingertips on the keyboard. It seems to hear the steps of spring. The white snow is about to melt. Will the green and green eyes and the refreshing fragrance be far away? Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) 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…