At an age like me, lacking the experience of enough time in life, it is natural not to talk about the perception of life.
Just being alive is a very wonderful thing after all. There are often things that inadvertently touch my heartstrings and make me feel some self-righteous and profound thoughts.
I thought I had an excuse for being frivolous because I was young; because I was so busy all day, I used it as a deep capital for playing deep, running for a bright and splendid future all day long; there would be occasional annoyances in laughter, and occasional disturbances in filling. Loneliness, if it provokes all kinds of burdens such as family, friendship, love, etc., you think that life is just that.
No mood, no time to think about birth, old age, sickness and death, and the great world. I just want to learn all aspects of the skills to the greatest extent, and strive to create something useful.
When I went home to visit my elderly grandfather, a sorrow and sorrow flowed secretly in my heart. When talking to my grandfather, look at her as much time as possible, as if his old man would disappear in a blink of an eye.
I used to think that I was clever emotional tricks, I thought I was a seamless lie, I thought I was comfortable in the world, and seemed so pale and weak at this moment.
Suddenly found that the expression on Grandpa's face was so peaceful and peaceful, and his eyes showed a free disregard for life, as if he had penetrated the meaning of life and understood the true meaning of life.
The grandfather of the dying years of the wind has a souvenir, and it is more about the calmness of the years.
Life is precious, and I should choose an appropriate way to cherish it, and grasp the direction of destiny with enough confidence and strength. Only by being more subtle and more truthful can you have more precious memories.
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