Breeze valley prose

Talk to the valley every day, and it will be autumn before you know it.

The valley is still listening to the rumors of the wind. Those true feelings hidden in the valley, let me try my best to learn to tolerate them, sink them in my heart, and finally surpass every night like a valley after a warm sunset.

Anyway, I need to tell the stream, the breeze and the birds how I feel.

In the entanglement with the green vine, nature shows the existence of true feelings in a stubborn way. Gu Mu said that this can be taken seriously.

In the dialogue with fallen leaves, what is the change of wind blowing mode is naturally deduced. Gu said that this can be enriched.

Yes, the valley indulges every impulse, from the comfortable green leaves to the boundless snow color, all the classics grow and wake up here and suddenly look up at the sky.

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When the valley opens its petals, the flower core has been waiting for the secular encounter. The breeze said it was a happy reason.

In fact, this is also the reason why everyone loves Valley.

In the valley, we often feel prostrate and prostrate, just as the sun is willing to lean into the mountains and whisper to the branches and leaves of trees.

The valley collected the happy flowers in your breath and mine, and the valley said, thank you for asking. It takes countless experiences to become beautiful.

Yes, only in this way, meeting will arouse a time crossing, evoke the soul of past lives, and reach a happy mood with the distance from one sentence to the next.

After you came,

After you came, I gradually understood that "the depth of fate is the thickness of affection"

I may not have many ways to deal with complicated feelings, but I clearly know that there is one thing I won't do: "get to the bottom of it." I also advise most girls not to cling to some of his things. Many girls feel that they must know him like the palm of their hand before they can trust him for a lifetime, and then they will especially want to know something, such as first love. Don't ask some questions and you will be divided. Some things will be finished if you see them clearly. Besides, we all have our own secrets, which only belong to ourselves and the grave. I cherish my secrets and naturally respect and protect them. Don't be silly if it suits you.

Before love begins or after you arrive, there are three things I will do alone or with you:

Bungee jumping: sky, heartbeat, death. I prefer to believe that only when these three things are mixed together can people know what they really want.

Wandering: I remember the lyrics of a foreign folk song "We are drifters, going downstream, and there is gold under the rainbow" to satisfy a heart that pursues excitement, challenges the limit and longs for wandering. In fact, it takes a lot of courage, physical strength and perseverance to wander. Facing all kinds of dangers, camping at any time, with a few silver coins jingling in your pocket. When there are too many things to worry about, I won't wander, and a wandering may temporarily satisfy my inflated desire.

Sunrise at the seaside: What I expect to see is not the red light and magnificence of water and sky, but the dark sea, noisy waves, dark sky and roaring sea breeze. I just want to put myself or you in such a serious but huge darkness.

Meet a happy old man

Waiting for the bus at the bus stop that day, an old lady came face to face, striding, not tall, but full of white hair, wearing a red hat and skirt, full of energy and extraordinary gas field! I envy my middle-aged attitude.

The two men looked at each other, although they had never met before, but they couldn't help laughing and chatting for no reason. It feels so good ~ ~

The old man is very talkative. He is over 70 years old, but his mind is active. From medical care to family, to children's education, I realized in a crowded carriage that people's hearts are wide and the world is wide.

Today, the old man went out to find medicine for his 80-year-old brother in Beijing, which made people feel that family ties are priceless. It is a tradition to know that her family is harmonious. Brothers and sisters never compete with each other. Mother lived to the age of 97 and died, which can be described as happiness. Their children are also generous, regardless of length, and live in peace; Although his wife has gone to the west, she and her grandchildren are busy and full all day.

The old man is cheerful and playful, but he also likes to help others. Some passers-by who asked for directions were with her. She volunteered: Come with me. The questioner also happily got off the bus with her.

Watching her stride out of the window, she savored what is the happiness of ordinary people. ...

Watch in the corridor of youth

I should go out to work in a few months. Sadly, I still don't know what I want. I keep asking myself, what do I want? Or what kind of life do you want to live in the future? But I can't give myself the answer. I don't know why I live and who I live for. Automobile application and maintenance, at first, why did I choose it? I know, I never liked it, but because of my family's insistence, I compromised. What I have learned now is neither the best nor the worst. I am in a dilemma, no three no four, people are not ghosts. Should I give up or insist? If you choose what you like, you have to start all over again. If you give up, you will waste another year, and your parents will invest in you. Maybe the old-timer is right. The most important thing in life is not action, but choice. It's sheer perseverance. None of us can bear the harm caused by the wrong choice. If we make the right choice, we are half successful.

Grandma, did you have a good time in heaven? I miss you.

Yang Yang, be careful with the traffic on your way home. Don't play on the road. Don't worry your mother when you get back. This voice has been ringing in my ears for 12 years. As long as I can remember, I have always liked to go to my grandmother's house. Every time I go, my grandmother always cooks the best food for me, watching me cook delicious food, laughing happily and making my grandson happy. But I also worried you. I am naughty and run around. Grandma always looks for me in the back. At that time, I was not sensible, but you never hit me, did not scold me, and cared about me everywhere. Grandma, seven days before you died, I still remember the last sentence you said. That was the last sentence you said to me. There is no one but me. I woke up that morning and went to your room.

You said to me: Yang Yang, wait a minute. Your mother will cook soon. Grandma, you fainted after you said that. Seven days later, you left us at 1 on the morning of the seventh day. After I got the news of your death, my tears kept flowing downwards. My uncle comforted me and my uncle's car arrived. I was crying all the time, and I saw your body when I arrived. Menstruation, uncle, all cry very sadly, and suddenly my mind is full of the past, and I come to you every time. You can make my favorite noodles. If you leave, you can't eat it anymore, and you can't find the old taste. I have been crying these days, and I feel uncomfortable and wronged. Why do you love me the most, love me the most and care about me the most? Every time I eat, my grandmother will say, My baby, don't choke. The smell, the sound and the concern. They all left with your grandmother's death and those days at school.

I climbed on the table and cried quietly. I didn't want my classmates to see me cry, because I missed my grandmother and thought of her kindness, love and concern for me, an unspeakable feeling, love and her love for me and my grandson. When I buried you that day, I couldn't help crying myself, crying loudly. My uncle said that this temple was built by my mother and herself. Think about grandma's suffering. I want to cry, think of grandma's concern for me, I want to cry, think of grandma's love for me, I want to cry, grandma, grandma. Grandson, I miss you. I miss your kindness to me in the past. I miss everything. Cry when you think about it, and think about it after you cry. The day I buried you, I cried and watched my grandmother and your coffin go in bit by bit.

I can't bear it. When I buried the soil, my grandson was buried, and my heart ached. The taste is very bad, I feel that the soil is almost heavy, tears soaked my sleeves, and grandma left. Leave with all our worries. I also took away the love in my heart, grandma and grandson. I hope you will have a good life in heaven. If there is an afterlife, I will be your grandson. Grandma. Grandson misses you:-:If Grandma can come back, I'm willing to dry my tears and blood. It's worth it, because grandma has suffered too much. Grandma misses you.

It has been three years, until I went home in mid-October this year. I dreamed of my grandmother that night, I know.

That's grandma. You miss me,

Grandma, I miss you. If there is a next generation, I would like to be your grandson all my life.

Memories of fleeting time

Many memories will be aroused at some point, but I can't remember many childhood. Things with elementary school a few years ago have gradually blurred. This morning, I remembered the time when I was about to wake up.

The new PE teacher in our school chose people in the same grade, especially in which grade, in order to arrange martial arts programs. I forgot how many people I chose, but I didn't seem to choose. I just didn't know what to do when I was measuring my height. Finally, the teacher had no choice but to let me practice together, hehe, it was still a little exulting, hehe. I still remember practicing on the broken basketball court of Grain Management Institute for more than a month. My mother just bought me a pair of cloth shoes at that time. I still remember that they looked good. Because I have to practice splitting every day, those shoes are worn out and there is a big hole in my right foot. I still remember that there were about 30 students at that time! There is another girl, hehe!

After practicing for a long time, I finally came on stage. I still remember the suits and brands I bought at school. It's called Clivia, and we won the third place in that performance. As for the performance, I can't remember it at all. The school also gave everyone a notebook. The first page reads: what did so-and-so students participate in, what they got, what they were encouraged to do, and so on …

Yes It should be the sixth grade. I remember that time. In September, I was divided into two classes 10, which separated some of my good friends from my playmates.

During that time, I read a song back and forth, Pu Shu's "Listening to the Wind" …

Helpless, the years are like the wind.

My daughter called me a few days ago and told me that she finally gave me the number of a famous doctor in China Hospital online and would take me there today. Moved, there is a faint sadness in my heart. Am I really old? I need children to take themselves to see a doctor. I called my daughter yesterday and said I could go alone. My daughter explained that the registration confirmation message was invalid on her mobile phone, so I had to agree. I got up at four o'clock this morning. First I worked online, then I browsed some lovely animal pictures and downloaded them to my space photo album. Then, boil water to make tea. ...

Life is short and hasty, and you will leave soon after a year. Every year, someone will bid farewell to a life that has gone forever for many years. When you seriously think about it and then want to burn your passion in your heart to pursue your original dream, you will find that you are no longer the complacent and energetic self you used to be, and you have a sad sense of helplessness in your heart. When an ideal becomes a reality, we often strive not only for ourselves, but also for the whole world. Sometimes we may just care about one person and need another person's approval, appreciation or approval. But over time, that person can't wait, and his back becomes hazy and drifting away, making the ideal meaningless and can only be shelved in the depths of his memory. I gave you a word, and I gave comfort to my wordless persistence. The past is over, and everything has changed.

If, one day, someone tells you that you want to say goodbye to this world of mortals, you need to sum up yourself. Everyone will be filled with endless regrets when they are reluctant to leave. They think more than they do, and what they do is often just halfway and fruitless. The fate is uncertain, people are at a loss, the fate is wrong, spoony people pass by and eventually become passers-by, but in order to live, they have to marry people who are always unfamiliar, live a plain life and worry about some trivial things. One day, I accidentally saw my eyes covered with crow's feet, suddenly found myself changed, sent away the vicissitudes of life, and unconsciously grew old. What is even more frightening is that haggard heart has become nothing but desire, as still as water. I once changed everything for one person without complaining, and then the Iraqis turned and left, and then I found myself going the wrong way and couldn't find my way back.

If only I could go back in time! Whether you sigh or lament, whether you smile or have clear tears, time always keeps you farther and farther away from the past. The only thing we can do is that we still have a deep watch and look at the past. Sometimes we will become sad and decadent, and sometimes we will move forward calmly in the sad past, so that the tired figure will be dissolved in the journey of life.

Yesterday has passed, today is still there, and tomorrow is waiting for us in the dim light. Everyone will rush forward with a cherished past, a responsibility and obligation, an unfinished ideal and persistent love.