Bu operator*Chinese New Year's Eve

On the Yangtze River in a foreign land, the fox has no heart. It was the sound of firecrackers on Chinese New Year's Eve, the wind and rain outside the window.

has no intention of fighting for fame, and is humiliated by the masses. The half-lived duckweed has turned into dust, and only the moon is the same.

Qinyuan Spring * Journey Year

The lights in the narrow house are bright, lying and listening to the children's number, and the dream is lonely.

The sun is getting worse, the sound of firecrackers, the wind and rain on Wushan, Chinese New Year's Eve.

The world is endless, and the floating life is limited, like the mayor of this district.

Thinking about it carefully, I am speechless by the dust window, and the past is thousands.

At that time, we spent the cold together, like you and I were first coming to Juhua.

It's another year, and it's a new friend of wine, how difficult it is to talk about love.

The years are like an hourglass, the line is hidden in me, why not look at it in a leisurely place.

The heart is tired, and it is like being drunk, lying down and thinking about the past.

Another year has passed.

Today is Chinese New Year's Eve.

The town is full of lights.

Sitting alone in a narrow room, listening to the noisy human voices outside the window, the faint smell of bacon floating in the air.

I don't know how many years have passed like this, but ten or twenty have vague memories, Yichun, Changchun, Shenyang, Beijing, Qingdao, Zhengzhou, Guangzhou, Yongchuan, Dadukou, Banan, Wanzhou, Wushan, or Guiyang? Anyway, they are all alone in front of the computer, are you used to it? Get used to it.

No matter how entangled people are, time is not in a hurry, it passes slowly, and Shaohua is not there for a while, and he has entered middle age.

When middle age comes, will old age be far away?

And I'm just wondering where my next year will be.

For most of my life, I have become a character and ruined a character, but the past is the past, and it will disappear, and everything is actually meaningless. Fighting, annoyance, sorrow, and hatred are just useless struggles.

In fact, people's gains and efforts have nothing to do with each other, it all depends on luck, and it is just a joke that you sacrifice yourself to die too many times, just because you are you, she is her, everyone is just living in their own world, and no one cares what kind of wildflowers bloom outside the window.

People always add a lot of things and colors to their lives, but in fact it is just your wishful thinking, which is transparent and colorless in the eyes of others, and everyone only has their own side of the world in their eyes. You can't infect her.

All people can have is always memories, and they can only enjoy it alone.

You laugh in the sun in the south, and I struggle and wander in the cold of the north. Nothing more.

So, everything is just your own, don't think too much.

I've been writing for a year, and I don't want to write on this night, but I suddenly find that I have nothing to do but write. Nothing.

Let the past pass away like this, and the new will come eventually.

Let's code words, although there are few readers, the results have been achieved, but it is always a kind of self-persistence. If one insists on going to this last point, there is really nothing.

Life is all about choosing and choosing, we are facing the intersection of trees all the time, and the most helpless thing is that no one knows what lies ahead.

But if you choose, let's put aside distractions and move forward, and if you hesitate, you can't go back to the old pictures.

We can't look ahead and look backwards, but at least we must do it from the beginning to the end, crying is also a journey, laughing is also a journey, exposing our hearts to crying will only exchange for the disdain of others to expose their weakness, life is like a dog cold and warm self-knowledge, why not be calm? Even if the heart is like a knife full of blood and tears.

There are too many ugly people and ugly things in the world, and we can't do anything about it, so look at the sky, if the sky allows her, what can you do? If the sky does not allow its own retribution. Because, we can't help it.

Reality is the world of villains, and there are people all over the building.

Let's live, people just live for the sake of living, nothing else.

2018 is the Year of the Dog, I love dogs, because dogs will accompany you to please you and rely on you, its world is open to you, you are its world, there is no deception, no betrayal, no camping.

Maybe in the future, I will give up what I am insisting on now and use words to cater to the present world. Maybe in the future, I will give up my current self and cater to reality, but whatever, that's later.

China believes in Confucianism, Confucianism has actually been tampered with and copied by successive dynasties and has long since lost its original appearance and become unrecognizable, Buddhism also has it, Taoism also has it, idealism has it, materialism also has it, but after all, it is just egoism, that is like the sages to be selfish, after my death, who cares about his flood.

The New Year is always a blessing, everyone swallowed tears into their stomachs, put on new clothes, squeezed out bright smiles, pretended to be calm and happy, and extended their most sincere wishes to each other.

I wish you all the best in the new year, the wealth is wide, the Fuda Sanjiang Yuntong is happy and healthy, the wife is virtuous, the filial piety is prosperous, the peach blossoms are full of branches, the spring breeze is proud, the longevity is full of joy than the Nanshan Blessing, the phoenix is in the East China Sea, the phoenix is in the Feiluan Phoenix and the Ming, the future is beautiful, Pengcheng is full of joy, prosperity and prosperity, longevity, 100 years old, the day is in the gold, the love is in peace, living and working in peace and contentment, the spring breeze is proud, the spring breeze is proud, the fortune is prosperous, the fortune is prosperous, the prosperity is prosperous, the future is immeasurable

May we be like dogs in the Year of the Dog.