There is a border between people, and most of what can be described are human relationships, but there are fewer collisions between souls, which conceal the deepest loneliness in the heart. When I was young, I was ignorant and stepped into the red dust. The rivers and lakes went up and down several times, but they ended up with scars both physically and mentally. Yu Jin waited for a moment, suddenly looking back at the dimly lit place, sitting and watching the moon and stars sinking in the world, checking with his fingertips, Mohua dyed the place, perhaps the real world is fake.
Children look into the distance, and adults miss their hometown. The light in my childhood eyes was finally dimmed in the neon lights of the city. If I hadn't experienced life early, who would want to forget that innocent child.
Perhaps the most frequently heard sentence in your ears is: "You have changed." Parents say this, couples ask like this, and friends around you will guess like this.
There is always someone who likes the imaginary you, gentle, considerate, obedient, sensible, helpful, sunny and cheerful. Later, I saw your true face, started to spit on you, hate you, and finally did not forget to mutter: "It turns out that you are such a person."
But, in fact, you have always looked the same. He didn't do it, but he got notorious in the eyes of others.
I like very much. Mo Yan’s sentence: "For people who like you, go to love life; for people who don’t like you, go and see the world. Simple."
Life flattens the heroic spirit, and the gale blows away the dreams of men. If you taste the sufferings of the world, if your hostility gets heavier, I understand you, if you become gentler, I understand you too. Time flows through everyone in the same way,But we are living our lives in a different way. Different choices lead to different futures, to polish different moods, that's it.
The sea of people is ups and downs, and most of them have lived in this life. In many cases, what swallows us is not the turbulent waves and the cracking of the sky in life, but the ordinary days. It seems that you can live a good life without too much effort; it seems that this is all it takes; it seems that I am better than most people. Until one day, you can’t give the bride price, and your loved one leaves; your parents are seriously ill and you can only smoke in the corner of the hospital; because of the changes in class under the time span, you no longer meet many friends, you are covered in cold sweat, such as Waking up from the dream.
No one cares, or the skills are not as good as others. You have to try to be quiet, do what you have to do, and use the results to block your mouth, instead of complaining about the moment.
I remember when I was drinking before, Old Shan told me: "The principle of making friends is either similar to me or stronger than me." And my definition is: "Friends are inadvertent in the field of similar interests." A chance encounter between people, rather than a group that you meet casually in order to highlight your own popularity."
After graduation, friends around me gradually moved away. Some married and gave birth to a baby became housewives, some went ashore for postgraduate entrance examinations and went to far away, and some officialdom went ups and downs and became big names in projects. Looking at the dynamics in the circle of friends, I suddenly felt the tastes of life. In other people's stories, there are always envy and sighs. Some people are walking towards the mountains and some are walking towards the sea, and I am standing between the mountains and the sea, waiting for a new journey and direction. They are all good scenery and they are all worth looking forward to.
Over the years, I have been to many cities. I have taken airplanes, high-speed rails, trains, buses, tripods (tricycles), met a lot of friends, and seen a lot of scenery. Watch the nine-to-five run on the high-speed rail, and watch the fireworks meet on the train. The most beautiful scenery has always been not the wind on the earth, but the shadow of everyone working hard in the sea of people.
Yu Gu,Ruoru Li Bai traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers, writing Datang the moonlight of Kyushu; Ruoru Meng Jiangnv The true love of looking for her husband in thousands of miles, tears down the Great Wall; Ruuo " 艽野尘梦 In ", Chen Quzhen eight hundred miles, , and Qiangtang travel alone in the wilderness. Today, if Ruhe is in the cold dream, the academician Yuan Longping who has paid silently, if the epidemic is on the line, the dedicated academician Zhong Nanshan, or under the heavy rain in Zhengzhou, fights every ordinary Chinese on the front line of disaster relief.
Nine Mos linking lights and shadows, thousands of gates spend the moonlight. What you think is not in a dream, but your dream is like a haze. Every figure working hard will wait for that day, in the quietest corner, surrounded by the warmest applause. This figure is you, it is me, and it will be you in the end, it will be me in the end.
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