Chapter 338: The Unjust Case of the Ninth District (32)

A short journey has moved the emotional strings, pained growth, and held the years of love. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the middle of summer, the moth fights the fire, and without hesitation, he writes a magnificent life with perseverance, leaving a legend that can be sung and cried, and it is all in the after-dinner routine of the world.

In the blink of an eye, the autumn breeze is cold alone; Last night, a curtain of moonlight, as thin as Zen wings, lit up the skylight that had not been opened for a long time, and a wisp of desolation penetrated through the narrow gap and then penetrated into my heart. Time is always so old-fashioned, and I like to analyze people's growth with the annual rings of one by one. The moonlight, along the memories of one after another, and Zhuang Shengxiao dreamed of butterflies; In the dream, you are looking at the other side, I am thinking about the other side, your empty eyes, the autumn waves are surging, and the red lovesickness, I know that you are thinking about the graceful young man in the bottom of my heart. Your face is full of happiness, drunk with happiness for a while, forgetting to breathe, forgetting the years that will never return. You say that if you fall in love with someone you shouldn't love, even if you know from the beginning that there is no ending, it doesn't matter if everything is empty.

In the quiet of the night, sorrow sneaks into dreams with the wind. On the way to find you, there is no one in the desert, insects are chirping and dogs are barking. I pulled the skirt of the night, guarded a round of mutilation, let the endless tears hypnotize the sorrow, let the soul banish to the sky, and from then on began to wander alone, and love for the rest of my life.

After the smoke and clouds dissipate, guarding the time of a cup of tea, meditating and practicing with all living beings, leaving a blank space in my heart, tasting light and tasteless, just quietly, nothing to do with love, nothing to do with you and me, only about the stability of this world.

In that prosperous year, we will walk side by side with you and spend a journey together. Time, the more and more scattered, vaguely for you, do not forget to work hard, let go, just don't want to give up halfway, waste time, and live up to yourself.

Canglong sunset, Xieyang Alley, looking at the lights of thousands of homes, even if no one cares, with you, the heart is also lit up a fire, warm a greeting, warm the cold and lonely of the years. The night moon of the sycamore is more deeply dewed, the old tree is full of flowers, exhausting all the remaining juice of his life, pouring out the fragrance, the green branches and leaves turn into residual leaves and dead branches, only for the world to dedicate their own beauty. And I am also willing to accompany the old trees and green vines to filter the same old things in the world, change the unchanging stereotypes and bad habits, and change the scenery; Yu Wan Zi Qianhong, guarding a small window, quietly watching the beauty of the world. If people's hearts are good, open as the wind, the sky will become wider, the earth will become infinite, and people will be happy and healthy.

In life, if you think about it, if you lose it, if you can understand the ordinary in the world, the bitterness and sorrow are also sweet.

Return, meet you at the end of the world, listen to the weak breath of the old tree, smell the fresh and elegant fragrance of flowers, and look at the life of succession.

Everything in the world, people's joys, sorrows, and sorrows are in a cycle between survival and destruction, and those pasts that are nowhere to be found will eventually end in the world as we grow old.

In fact, sometimes, we can fight alone, even if we are injured, even if we cry, even if all the people standing behind us fall, regardless of reason, regardless of love, just because we once had a deep love, for a promise that we will never forget, incarnate into a tree, stand tall, shelter you from the shade, block the wind, frost, rain and snow for you, hold up a sky for you, bloom a tree and flowers for you, and stand for eternity for you.

All the way to the beautiful long distance, with the wind and against the current, sometimes smiling, walking through the path full of flowers; Sometimes grievances and bitterness, through gossip; But gradually I got used to it, and slowly boiled those happy and sad days into a memory that I can't forget.

What we seek in our lives is far from being infinitely beautiful; and burn all the glory and glory for love, betray all dreams for love, and grow branches for love; Then perch on the warm harbor on the other side and watch the sunset. The world is so big, all the luck comes from your strong and bright heart, you have to be emotional, firmly believe that you will always meet a good person, accompany you to the end, accompany you to the end, accompany you on the ladder to happiness, touch the colorful rainbow, and take in the beauty of this world.

We are all just ordinary people, a vulgar and elegant person, when we are sad, we will forget the beauty of elegance and cry bitterly; When wronged, all reserved, hysterical will be forgotten; We are just a capital but small person, will be painful, will be stubborn, not everything I can bear, but for the sake of the people I love, but can be sonorous, invincible, and bear all the sorrows without hesitation.

That day, by chance, met you, sweet and sad; Knowing you, simple and beautiful; With you, plain and true; Love has always been a matter of seizing the day and not asking for anything in return; The more you ask, the more you lose. If we can compare our hearts with our hearts, cry and laugh together, and have the same hands and feet, our love can be stronger than gold; Being generous and kind to each other is a rare and precious thing for you and me

Youth, with the wind and rain and the sun, beat the horse; The sound of horses' hooves broke through the long street of years, and a heavy snow covered all the pain. All the things that come with the situation and have no fixed place in this life are for the purpose of accompanying your wandering. If this life is destined to be fateful, the only way to meet is to wait until the end of the day.

Give people roses, and there is a lingering fragrance in your hands

"Giving people roses, hands have fragrance" is also a British proverb, which means a very ordinary and small thing, even if it is as insignificant as giving a rose, but the warmth it brings will slowly rise, diffuse, and cover in the hearts of the flower giver and the flower recipient. In life, we should all be like that. It can be understood in this way: if you help others, do good deeds, or fulfill others, it is equivalent to giving others roses to make others happy, and you yourself will feel happy because you have done good deeds, so that you can feel a sweetness, a fragrance of roses in your hands and hearts.

There are too many things in life that are not satisfactory because people always like to ask for them. If we only think about the harvest, then we will lose a lot of happiness, no matter in anything, we should be a little more fearless, to believe that the effort will be rewarded, whether the reward is tangible or intangible.

A few days ago, I went to the county seat to wander around, and saw an old lady riding a dilapidated tricycle selling a bunch of apples, it was already past three o'clock in the afternoon. The old lady was standing beside the tricycle with sweat on her face, anxiously waiting. It's not far from the market, maybe because the market needs to pay a booth fee, or maybe it's some other reason to not sell at the market.

I happened to pass by, and when I saw this state, I didn't even want to run over and buy them all, except for a few that were not very good, and the old lady had a real smile on her face, which I saw, at least I thought so. I was happy when I left, maybe the apples she sold me were more expensive than those from other places. (To be continued.) )