Introduction: Three years and three years, three years and three years, give me another three years, and I will definitely be a senior comic mentor. Today I went out for a walk with my friends and saw a big river, and I came to the sentence of let's go over there [Let's go over there. If you want to go away with the wind, how can you go without a boat? As a result, a friend came to a sentence: Although we also have water, flowers and pedestrians here, the water is dirty, the flowers are messy, and the key people are still ugly...... I am speechless about this, it makes sense!

Nowadays, almost all scenic spots exaggerate their attractions and use them as gimmicks to attract tourists. But when you really go to the scenic spot, you will have such a feeling: special, you have been pitted again. How many real scenery from ancient times are left in the current scenic area, most of them are artificially built by modern people, and there is not much charm, and there is no real uniqueness, they are all imitations of other places, so it is difficult to give people the real impact from local culture, which has to be said to be a great sadness.

But I'm not an elegant person, so I don't care much about whether the attraction is authentic or not, I only care about who I see the scenery with, which is the most important thing in my opinion, because the attraction can only be experienced and watched with a sincere friend or lover, which is the real memory, and it is easy to be lonely when you play alone. In the final analysis, life still needs to be spent with people, otherwise life can be colorful.

On the way back, it suddenly started to rain, which caught us off guard, because it hadn't rained for a long time, although I also liked rainy days, but I didn't bring an umbrella to really pit myself, but luckily the rain was not very heavy, I could barely walk back, but I still got a little wet. Maybe it's the influence of the environment, maybe it's my own natural sentimentality, I think of the pearl work "Listening to the Wind and Rain" created half a year ago, thinking about the past was lost, I don't know what I want to write in my life, and I should go like this, but now I seem to have found the direction, I know what I need. Because my "Listening to the Wind and Rain" looks pretty good, I will copy it here, and I hope you will enjoy it more.

The rain was unintentional, but I was too affectionate. The drops fall into the clouds, causing me to sigh lightly. If it is like a dream, it is like a dream, who wets someone's clothes, I don't know in my heart, I can also know in my heart, the soul of Hongchen in the past life, I am waiting in this life, who is the sound of heartbeat.

Caress the flowers on the window, pity me too much, if so, how to help, if so, who can know, who can know. Falling into this world, the mountains and rivers are covered again, the road ahead is unknown, it is suspected that there is no way, the willows and flowers are bright, how can it be the scene in the village.

I don't know how to be confused, but I seem to have a clear mind, from front to back, but I am crazy, but let me be light, and now I wake up, this is the world. And the red face is easy to die, indifferent, even if it is the most sad, but it is also the most moving, and there is love without sunshine.

Listening to the wind and smelling the rain, what a year and month, but now I know the place, but I am lost. In a trance, I knew that the sky had returned, but one day, I was drunk and red-faced, a Luo Shengyuan, returned to the ruins of a dream, and ended up with an end, and I was on the side of Yinhan.

In an instant, Su Yanhong comforted my temperament, how much joy there was, and the time turned white, for many years. At this moment, it is bitter, tomorrow is sad, but the book is angry, sober and slightly drunk, it is already boring, there is no life, no heart and no awakening.

Maybe it's the time that has passed so that I have begun to grow up, or maybe I have begun to understand the true meaning of life and life, and now I have found that in fact, the quietest thing is not necessarily to retreat among the flowers and trees, but the real peace lies in hiding thousands of people, not showing the dew, ordinary but not mediocre. I used to think that the real quiet lies in the deep mountains and old forests with few people, and I often envy and look forward to pursuing such a life, but when I stepped into the park and stepped on the group of square dance aunts, at that moment I suddenly found that the real quiet is not only in the barren mountains and old forests, but also here, although it is noisy and noisy.

Seeing these square dance aunts, and because of the news I recently saw about a "grandma carrying a sick grandson to school for 3 years", I think of my deceased grandfather, although I also have a grandmother, but my grandmother is not good to me, but my grandfather is very good to me. I still remember that my grandfather always loved to hide food and drink waiting for me to come, and some of them were hidden until they expired, but they were all full of love, and they were also the best memories of my childhood. Now, my grandparents have left, and the memories they give me are getting more and more blurred, I'm really sorry for them, how many old people have left, and no one knows that they have been in the world once, so every time I see and hear these things, I will think of whether I will be forgotten by my family in the future, this life is like an emptiness, people die and the lights go out, they will finally be empty and disillusioned, this is the life of our little people!

Speaking of such a life, I still remember when I was a student I asked my classmates, if there is such a scene: your family and a large group of people are trapped at the same time, but only you can save and can only save one, which one will you save, whether to save your family or that group of people, to become a hero afterwards but forever immersed in loneliness, my classmates at that time unanimously answered: I am not that great. In fact, I also made this choice at that time, I would only save my family. In fact, I asked my family, but what they said was that I should choose to save others because it was good for my future. Almost all parents want their children to become dragons and phoenixes, even if they sacrifice their lives to achieve success, but they will never let their children be in danger, this is the greatest and "most selfish" love that parents convey to their children.

Postscript: Recently, there was a big explosion in Tanggu, Tianjin, killing and injuring so many people, including those heroic firefighters and nameless rescuers. They have become heroes, but who can relieve the pain they left behind to their parents, wives and children? In today's society, heroes are only remembered by people for a week, and many people will forget them after a week, although I agree with their spirit, but I do not support losing their lives, because people are best when they live. Although this is a bit selfish, only by living can we be worthy of our families, save more people and help more people.

In this accident, although this is the most heroic moment in the lives of these people, but this is also guided by public opinion, how can they not want to live before the sacrifice, how can they not regret coming to this place, this is very normal, the old saying is that people are dying and their words are good, at this moment they actually want to live, but death took them away, they have only one ending, that is, to sacrifice themselves, but this is their choice, everyone has the right to choose, either to be great or small, here, I only hope that there will be fewer man-made disasters in this society, and don't let these tragedies happen again, because people are born to their parents, whether the small family is important or someone else's family is important, who can say all this? But all this is in the past, and it is still necessary to say: heroes, go well!