Cherish fate and be kind to feelings.
Cherish fate and be kind to feelings (1)
Cherish fate, be kind to feelings, wait for fate and look at life.
Meet like a song, meet lightly, meet lightly, and fate is a blessing.
If you want to be a scene, you will get what you want and be carefree.
If the heart wants nothing, everything is beautiful, happiness follows fate and love is romantic.
It's also very dull, weak water is 3 thousand, only one spoonful, that's you,
The fate is empty, the heart is easy to write, but the heart is difficult to understand. Keep your heart warm,
Fate is like a train, which is near and far; Feelings are like a banquet, hot and cold. No matter how fast you step, you can't catch up with the distant car;
No amount of effort can warm a cold heart. Say good never give up, have parted ways; Promise forever, but once owned. How many people have to let nature take its course when they leave with fate; Learn to bow your head, how much pain and weakness.
If people are destined, it goes without saying; If love is predestined, silence will follow; The true fate, the end of the world becomes close at hand; The most beautiful fate, hold hands and never give up. Love is like the wind, waiting for three lives, just to meet a fate; Love is like the sea, a thought, a lifetime; Love is like a flower, holding hands together, just for ordinary life; Love is like this, painting a lifetime of Fang Fei, just for warm companionship. Cherish fate, treat it well, and wait for it. People's hearts are like water, meeting like a song, meeting shallowly, knowing each other lightly, fate is a blessing, and fate is a scene.
If you want something in life, you can get it happily, but you can't worry about it. Nothing is desired in the heart, everything will be beautiful, and happiness will follow. Love is romantic and plain, weak water is 3 thousand, if you can't accompany it for a lifetime, you can enjoy it quietly for a while; If you can treat each other sincerely, it will last for a long time.
Love is beautiful, only care about the memories you once had; There are limits, but I don't care about eternity.
Life is short, don't be impulsive, one person grows old, love is the soul, just wait for a lifetime; I can only love wholeheartedly, love with peace of mind and be happy for a lifetime. I just want to get to know each other and get a ride. On the stormy road, I never complained or regretted it. Love is eternal, not seeking temporary luxury,
There is a heart in your heart, hand in hand for life. As long as the water is long and simple, you will know how to accompany you all your life, and you will cherish it and be happy all your life. How many predestinations, how many feelings, from vows to meet by chance. Fate is you, and fate is empty; The heart is easy to write, but the heart is difficult to understand. Changing, it takes a long time to see people's hearts clearly; Only when the world is cold and suffering is deep can we see the truth clearly. Fate is not expensive, but you are in the wind and rain; No matter how long you are in love, it is very important to manage with your heart. Everyone is eager to be recognized, and communication with heart can cause * * *; Both heart and heart want to be understood, and understanding and tolerance can soothe the scenery of the soul and make it beautiful because of appreciation; Feelings, because of heart, because of affection. Life is an endless road,
Fate is fate, which comes and goes without a trace. Destiny is unstoppable, and it is scattered all over the place. Fate and cherish, no chance to stay. You don't have to ask for realm, compassion is cultivation. No matter how many people you love, how much bitterness you love, and how much joy you love. When you truly understand love, you will know that all this is not teaching you how to fall in love, but teaching you how to love yourself. In memory, there will always be some moments that can warm the whole past. If you want to be happy, you must be easy-going; If you want to be happy, you must follow the fate! Fate will meet sooner or later; No matter how you meet, you can always know each other with your heart; Understand love, get it from indifferent persistence, and connect with each other; Hand in hand, walking from simple peace, elegant and happy. Right and wrong, one after another,
Love is a kind of possession, whether dull or shallow; Love has an understanding of love, whether prosperous or ordinary, love is a period of understanding, and the beauty of love can stand the test of time; The realm of love can stand the dull fleeting time; The true feelings are precipitated in things and people, waiting for a warm thought; True love is analyzed in a long stream of water, accompanied by permanent warmth all the way.
Reading; You're the one who's not leaving. No amount of confession can compare with sincere understanding. Love is your own will. Love can last a long time,
Love is not in the same boat, but tacit; No amount of commitment is as good as taking responsibility. What really matters is that there is something in your heart, so that daily necessities can last forever. True love lies in getting along with you day and night, and also in helping each other. Believe in fate, have a sincere heart, and fate will never give up; Be kind to the truth, stick to a love, have a good feeling and love forever! Love, in the final analysis, is a blessing of fate, a gathering, and a treasure. Fate, perhaps the agreement of past lives, the possession of this life; Sharing may be a gift from past lives and a blessing in this life. Fate is easy to get, but share is hard to find. Origin and fate, sharing fragrance. Meeting is the fulfillment of fate; Holding hands is a great enjoyment. Fate has a share, which is a gorgeous life; There is no fate, but it is the misfortune and bitterness of love. The so-called fate, people with shallow fate, are lucky enough to know each other but pass by; People with deep fate, meet and hate each other late, never leave!
Life is stormy, and some memories can be dispersed; Life is terrible, so don't mention some things. Life experiences sharpen regrets; Life is not easy, know how to let go of yourself. If there is love in the fleeting time, the heart will bloom; If people feel cold, keep their hearts warm. Love never leaves, time is warm; Love is inseparable, and the years are not cold; The heart is blue, and the blue sea is clear. Life, there is no pure ups and downs, people just happen to live a life. No matter how beautiful you live, there are times of confusion, no matter how wonderful you walk, there are times of loss. Injury, how to hide it will hurt, because I have to trek, so I have been insisting; Tears are bitter no matter how you taste them. Because you are alive, you must take them with you. No one can taste the pain in your heart for you. Fragile heart, no one is strong for you. Some responsibilities must be borne; Some pains must be borne; Some emotions must be restrained; There are some storms, so we should move forward bravely. When you are tired, you release yourself and hurt yourself. If you smile, will those silent pains be less? Smile every day and face everything, and you will find that everything is beautiful; Give others three points of sunshine and you can give yourself seven points of happiness. The quality of life depends on the mood every day; By changing the attitude of life, you can keep yourself in a good mood at all times; Happiness is the pleasure of the soul, and happiness is the satisfaction of the soul.
Life Essay on Four Strawberries (2)
One weekend afternoon in May.
The sun is lazy, the refreshing breeze is mixed with shallow heat, and there is a hint of summer in the air.
Mr. George is driving on the road in the suburbs. Birds are singing in the forest, the oily green waves are beating on the ridge of the field, and occasionally a tree is blooming outside the window. Spring is so beautiful that even the flying poplars become lovely.
The car stopped in front of a small farmhouse with a grape trellis.
"Dad!" With a clear cry, a teenage boy jumped out and blinked his big black and bright eyes. When Mr George saw the sweat and mud stains on the little guy's face, he smiled happily.
"Dad, look, Blackie has grown so big." He took Mr George's hand and walked to the kennel under the apricot tree.
Suddenly, he remembered something. "Dad, wait for me." Then he ran away.
Mr. George looked at the stupid little black boy wagging his tail. The little guy ran back, raised his hand and held a freshly washed strawberry in his hand. The water drops above reflect in the sun and shine like rubies.
"Dad, you eat!"
In the little boy's expectant eyes, Mr. George picked up the strawberry and put it in his mouth.
"well. Not bad! "
Watching Mr. George finish it, his big eyes narrowed into a line.
"Dad, come and see!" The little boy leaned down to lead the way, came to the flower fence in front of the house, waved Mr. Jeangeorges and squatted down together. It turns out that there are several low strawberry seedlings in the garden, the smallest is only as high as a ballpoint pen, and one is * * *, with three strawberries hanging sporadically.
"Grandma planted it?"
"well! At first, there were many seedlings, but they were all eaten by rabbits, and finally only four were born. " The little boy looked serious: "I have to be careful of rabbits." Say that finish and the pie mouth.
Mr. George suddenly realized how precious the strawberry he had just eaten was. He seems to have seen the little guy crouching by the flower fence for countless times, blinking his dark and bright eyes and watching the strawberry grow up slowly.
Mrs April was sitting in the room when she heard the little boy shout, "Grandma! Dad is coming! "
Then I saw the door pushed open by George, and a kind smile spread on her face full of years, as sweet as spring outside.
Mr. George sat at his desk, turned over the children's homework and picked up the book "If you give me three days of light". Mrs April came in with a white porcelain plate and laid it gently on the table. There are three washed strawberries on the plate. At this time, the sun shines through the window, which is warm and beautiful.
Lonely essay on eternal life (3)
An autumn rain came as scheduled, and the rain splashed on the window, gently stirring some poetry. I stare blankly at the spray and enjoy my loneliness.
It is raining, and the air is filled with depression and desolation. I am walking alone on the stone road covered with fallen leaves, and my mood is getting heavier and heavier. Quiet campus, cold west wind mercilessly tearing at my clothes, I feel chilly and stiff standing in the same place. The lights are dim and everything around is blurred. Following the faint light, I can only see the withered ginkgo leaves under my feet, which are golden and dazzling. Autumn flowers are bleak, autumn grass is yellow, Qiu Guang is long, and autumn nights are long. I feel that the autumn window is boundless and bleak like wind and rain. The sentimental Daiyu can well explain my mood at this time. I hold an umbrella and deliberately slow down, hoping to meet a girl with a lilac knot. Holding an oil-paper umbrella, she wandered alone in a long and lonely rain lane. She is as silent, indifferent, sad and melancholy as I am.
There is a faint earthy smell and fresh taste in the air. I closed my eyes and sniffed carefully, feeling much better. It's raining heavily, and I'm listening to the sound of rain hitting the phoenix tree and banana. Tick-tock, tick-tock, the crisp sound of rain is particularly clear in this silent night. There is an old saying: "Autumn frost flies late, leaving a dead lotus to listen to the rain." As we all know, the rain hitting the indus banana also has a special taste. Reading Jie Jiang's Listening to the Rain, "Young people listen to the rain in the song building, and the red candle is faint." Imagine that when he was in a karaoke bar, the candle shadow was red, warm and fragrant, and the account was hazy. Just hearing the sound of rain knocking on the window at night, there is endless love.
The cold wind blew, and I wrapped my clothes and hurried away, but I couldn't let go of the ginkgo in the rain. I followed the breath of late autumn and unconsciously remembered the ginkgo tree in front of my hometown. The ginkgo in my hometown should turn yellow, but the girl who used to dance under the ginkgo tree doesn't know where it is now. Oh, did the ginkgo in my hometown get blown away by the wind? Was hit by the rain? Then I thought of my relatives in my hometown, the wonderful time chatting with my grandmother under the tree, and when the ginkgo leaves fall one after another every year, I also learned to bury flowers with Daiyu and buried my reluctance and thoughts with a pile of soil? The gap of homesickness has been completely broken. I don't want to cry, but tears flow downwards. Two lines of hot tears seem to flow into my heart and turn into a warm current. At this moment, I am no longer afraid of loneliness. Maybe, as someone said, I have long been used to being alone.
Flowers can bloom again after withering, and grass can be green again next year. I finally understand that life eventually goes to eternity, such as ginkgo biloba leaves. Loneliness is the same, and the mood is relieved at once. In this season, fallen leaves fall into the embrace of the soil, realizing the sublimity of "mashing into mud and grinding into ash". I also try my best to throw away all the misfortunes and pains in the past and forget the prosperity and luxury. This rain purified my soul. I imagine myself as a sparrow in the rain, flapping my wings and sincerely praying that autumn rain can wash away all my impetuousness.
"The pessimistic clutch is always ruthless, before the next step, until dawn." That night, I was doomed to sleep. The sound of rain outside the window is like a stone thrown into the middle of the lake, which suddenly raises a huge wave and lifts up the past that sank to the bottom of the lake?