The cycle of life, the years become turbid

Although the sun shines brightly, it will always be hidden in the west. No one can deny this truth.

The colleague sitting across from me has been swimming naked in the sea for eight years. Not long ago, he returned to his desk that belonged to him.

He said to me: The first half of life is not as good as the second half of life. If you are not absurd when you are young, it means you have never been young, but living carefully in the second half of your life may not be interesting.

I don't understand, but I know what he said must be full of philosophy.

I thought again, a lie repeated a thousand times will become the truth. In turn, truth can become a lie.

I was a rebellious and homeless child when I was a child. I was always hungry in the left village and the right house.

Standing at the door of restaurants and schools, I was so hungry that I panicked physically and mentally. At that time, even though I had no money, I liked to eat instant noodles very much. When I grew up, even though I still had no money, I still liked to eat instant noodles. It was not that the taste was more fragrant, but the taste was more authentic.

It was getting dark, and the lights were on. I bowed my head and walked into the small thatched hut that I rented. The shadows became cloudy. The mottled walls are hung with the photos of father and mother, revealing the slightest vicissitudes and sadness.

Always in my heart, I silently repeat a proverb taught by my teacher when I first went to school: Since ancient times, the reason is simple, the seasons change, and the moon is like a full moon. Doing it deliberately is a taboo. Being greedy and having fun is not a bad habit of people and a criticism of society.

When I opened the incomplete Tang and Song Poems on Kangtou, a sad and heavy feeling came to my face.

I, like smoke know my heart, like wine know my will.

Moon dawn I hurt,Dark night, strong wine, listening to the wind, getting drunk with the rain, shedding silver with tears, inviting the moon to drink together, the tree’s weeping, the grass’s pity.

I slept with my clothes on. In my dream, I saw my colleague go to the sea and lead the horse that was raised in the Tang Dynasty. Along the way, I traveled one by one with amazing scenery and seductive landscapes...

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