Xiaohan's red and falling swallows are heavy

The stone has experienced the baptism of rain, showing its rugged edges and corners; the earth endured severe pains, and painted the infinite scenery of mountains and rivers; , engraved with the scratches of Mingxin.

From babbling and toddling, to pointing out the country, high-spirited, and then to old age, we left silently.I have tasted the ups and downs of life and death.It is no longer a child lying in front of the window, teasing bugs, or a teenager staring at the night sky on a moonlit night, counting the stars.Childhood is like a river of spring water, clear and transparent, free and easy.Indeed, simplicity is the essence of life.

In order to pursue our beautiful dreams, we have added so many troubles and irritability.Sometimes, when you put all your energy into it, you unexpectedly feel that your dream is farther away.Three meals a day changed the taste.There are more hideous faces in the dream, ignoring the vastness of the blue sky, and forgetting the true nature of life.Even if the road of dream-seeking is full of thorns, it is inevitable that you will get a bad head and a bloody head.Too persistent, too utilitarian, can only return in despair.Lin Qingxuan said it well: "Living happily in the present, dedication is perfection." Every day we wake up, we must warn ourselves, keep a calm mood, and treat every bit of life with optimism.Just like water dripping through a stone, and a rope sawing a piece of wood, it is an endless accumulation, not a reward for eagerness for success.

People are sometimes confined to the small circle of life, repeating the same complaints every day, and living the same template life.When others win a big prize, they are so envious that they try their best to buy it, but they are disappointed again and again; when others get promoted, they are jealous and eager, and start to lament why they were born in an ordinary family, and their parents became the culprit; when others get divorced, they marry rich people , praise others for their sharp eyesight and life on the right path, and naturally start to look at the other half's humbleness; other people's children go to college, and they burn their dreams, but they never care about their children's growth, and then complain in the face of the ashes of disappointment. Mind, no life.Everything is reincarnated inadvertently, like a little donkey pulling a mill, blindfolded, only knowing to revolve around the mill.

open your eyes!Restore the true color of life.One more fall is one more rise; one more cry is one more smile.Every time it happens, it means the end of the last time.We have deepened the scale of life in the transformation of destiny.Every scratch records its own rebirth and witnesses the mighty power of life.

After rewriting the letter, I feel much more relaxed.

In the morning, the mist is lingering, and the leaves of sycamore trees are spreading on the campus, and the ground is soft and rustling when stepped on.

With the heavy letter in his pocket again, he walked towards the post office.That's not a letter, that's a hot heart.

Breathing is stronger, food is more delicious, the sky is bluer, and the air is more refreshing.Because there is more expectation and more sustenance in life.

When you are in class, your smile is vaguely between the lines; in your sleep, you are surrounded by your beautiful figure; in your spare time, your voice is floating in every corner.

That familiar verse can best express heavy emotions:

Xianyun plays tricks, flying stars spread hatred, and silver men travel secretly.Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win but there are countless in the world.Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I endure the magpie bridge to return.If the two feelings last for a long time, how can they be in the same day and night!

——— "Magpie Bridge Immortal"? Northern Song Dynasty? Qin Guan

In the silent room, sorting out his thoughts.

As the Mid-Autumn Festival approaches, the sound of fallen leaves blowing to the ground is your light footsteps.Floating into my dreams with the midnight clock.The moon hides mischievously in front of the window, and the stars blink their sleepy eyes.I like to sleep forever and follow your beautiful shadow all my life.

Autumn has gone silently, and it is another winter.This is the season that gave me life. 20 years ago, accompanied by crystal snowflakes, I came to the world.

The cold wind hits my heart, and my blood almost stagnates.The desolate heart is trembling, fighting against the god of death, laughing loudly, enduring the torment of pain, making a final roar, and marching forward against the cold.

In winter, the fierce wind blows the yellow leaves flying, the dead trees tremble wildly, and the sky and the earth turn yellow, covering my eyes like a thin layer of snow.

Exposure to the wind, bathed in the cold, taste the cold taste.I am a decadent old tree whose soul has been beaten to pieces.The cold wind shot at me like random arrows, and I was shot full of holes, and the blood that flowed gradually turned into ice.

I am a fallen leaf, without branches to rely on, I don't know where I will fall.The lonely and pale sun glowed with a faint cold light.My hot tears swayed in the air, forming ice crystals, covering the way forward.

On a cold morning, walking alone on the streets of the city.The cold heart is trembling and needs a pair of warm hands to take care of it.Willing to give, without reservation.As sweet as a dream, as intoxicating as wine, expecting a miracle to flock to the streets.I don't want to stay, I just want to go far away, I would rather drift around.Beautiful dreams, ruthless blows, no longer having them, are like bitter wine in vain.

If there is love in the world, life will be wonderful.

I don't think about the unbearable and helpless when I'm sick; I don't think about the pain and sentimentality when I'm down.

Holding your hand is like a drifting boat, finding a port to anchor.Although I have never held your hand, everything will be there.Maybe the taste of love is a simple promise, waiting earnestly.I feel that I am just a kind of love, I have never thought about a vigorous love, I just want to plant a piece of pure love in an ordinary corner, which will sprout quietly and bloom silently.It's just a world of two people, no criticism, no blessings.It's just the collision of two hearts, getting along.Some people may think that it is utopian love, so what about utopia, love itself is a unique flower, how can it have the same bloom.Its beauty lies in the fact that emotional people have extraordinary feelings.

The moment you have love, forget your own insignificance and ordinaryness, forget your incompleteness and ugliness, forget your pain and suffering, forget your vanity and timidity??????

In an instant, I turned into a happy prince, unreservedly dedicating all my joy and happiness.

Looking back on the previous years, I was impulsive and confused.Ling quietly entered the heavy world, burning hope, and the long night of tossing and turning turned out to be a beautiful mistake.Broken heart, forget love, like a dead zombie, living without blood and soul.Yue approached silently and left quietly.A safe haven that emphasizes emotions, every time he is hit, he is glad to say that he is lucky to have Yue by his side.And this most solid waiting disappeared at that moment.Embarrassment, desperation, madness, and lamentation tortured myself to the point of scars, and that sense of frustration attacked the heavy heart and burned that point of expectation.

So I am afraid of liking others, and even more afraid of being liked.Pretending to be deep every day, pretending to be buried in the sea of ​​books and studying hard.The reality is an escape, a disguise.After concentrating for so long, there has been no page number changed, and it is desolate and absurd all the time.Isn't he just a joke?The person you like doesn't show up, and the person who shows up doesn't like it.The peaceful pond is filthy.I thought it would be sparkling and swimming with golden scales, but it turned out to be counterproductive.Looking forward to starting again, but the sad note has been lingering in my heart.

Sometimes I also think, should I abandon my dignity and chase after my ideal lover, even if I am ruthlessly rejected, or should I find someone who is madly in love with me and die together?

Love is difficult, which makes people struggle to find it; love and beauty make people crazy.Why is the beauty and evil of love always in the clouds and fog, and I can't figure it out clearly?

Those days were like yesterday.When I think of it, I feel a dull pain in my heart.Fortunately, you came, my eternal redness, and saved my withered soul.

The snow-covered midwinter

With the bleak cold wind

I was frozen into thousand years of ice

the sun shines on me

Turn into colorful neon clothes

waiting for your makeup

You caress my frozen smile

I know my heart is frozen

no breath

no heartbeat

dream girl

You should hear my heart call

Waiting for you to ride a horse made of jade

Holding a carefully sewn brocade fur

Come to melt my millennium coldness

my remains

perish in your fire

you want to have a good time

let my soul wander

For your reborn dream

Became a firefly wandering in the cold night

wake up quickly

my sleeping girl

look at my soul

hovering by your window

waiting for you to create

your ideal body

------- let me possess

no soul

like fish out of water

------There is only one dead end

Embarking on the journey alone, I feel heavy on my shoulders without a bag.Outside the car window, the trees that appear and disappear are just like the birth and death of people, all of which are fleeting.

On the title page of history, the glorious results are recorded, but the helpless incompleteness and painful tears in the process are hidden.

Every day I endure the strange sunshine of others, but I am hiding and fleeing in the crowd like a three-eyed unicorn.

Ending life is a shortcut to detachment, ending suffering, but happiness will also end.It is better to have incompletely than to leave everything.Breathe your own air, build your own nest, why live in the eyes of others.I live so I am wonderful.

The spring breeze brought the spring rain, and the spring rain brewed the spring spirit.The dragonfly with broken wings is also flying hard.The three-legged bug is also running proudly.Because spring bred all creatures, every little life is intoxicated in the spring, forgetting the troubles of the world.

In the dream, I turned into a small insect and flew to the height of the treetops.Just to see the high sky, the same sky, different feelings.

I just like to sit quietly on the embankment and watch the sunrise and sunset, the clouds roll and the clouds relax, the sparkling light and the mist surround me.Tired of crouching in the abyss tremblingly watching people die for money and birds die for food.Seeing the painful struggle, hesitation and despair.Like and hate can not be controlled by you and me, life and death are determined by God.

Be a free self, without fetters, without cold arrows, without desires and desires.

A tired heart wanders in the open wilderness.A feeling of being hollowed out, powerless to love and break through.Bit by bit of happiness, feeling more and more distant.I don't want to leave, but I have to leave, too much reluctance.It's hard to bear other people's strange eyes, and it's too heavy to bear face.Difficult to breathe, see and hear, the beginning of the day, faltering.On the days of trekking, cold rain and bad wind.

Brilliant days, mixed with bitterness.

For the rest of the day, I linger on my last breath.When I was dying, I saw the bright window of heaven, which is my true destination.

Look at the short life, pitiful and regrettable.I really want to fall asleep and never wake up again.Too much grievance, too long waiting, too much helplessness.With the soaring of the soul, the smoke disappeared.

People always have dreams, and when they wake up, they realize how ridiculous they are.Dreams are fake after all, I hope to be fulfilled in real life.

People only discover their childishness after they have done childish things.This may be the only way to grow.It is allowed to do wrong things in life, but it is unforgivable to make mistakes without correcting them.

After calm thinking, we will move forward vigorously.Human growth is the process of crossing childish thresholds one by one.The once childishness is also an indispensable scenery in life.It is very common to go astray in life.As long as you wake up and turn your head calmly, you will be worthy of being a real hero.