-
Anonymous users2024-02-12I want to cherish it, but I have slipped away.
Why do you always have to wait until you lose it to know how to cherish it? But the things that life missed have long since slipped away. Things go to people.
People are no longer human. The past has become a thing of the past, but now will also become the past, leaving only regret and regret.
In front of the computer, I only have memories of the past, and listening to a sad song, my mood gradually becomes very sad. I don't know if anyone can tell me? What exactly is cherishing and what is losing? Maybe no one can give me a satisfactory answer.
After so many things, I gradually understood what it means to lose. And I never know how to cherish it? Maybe I will never be able to learn to cherish in this life, whenever a friend is gone, I use 'I wish people a long time, thousands of miles together' at this time there is always the pain and regret of loss in my heart, because when I once had, I always felt that time would never pass, and now there is only memory.
I want to cherish but slip away.
Why do you always have to wait until you lose it to know how to cherish it? But the things that life missed have long since slipped away. Things go to people.
Human. The past has become a thing of the past, but now will also become the past, leaving only regret and regret.
In front of the computer, I only have memories of the past, and listening to a sad song, my mood gradually becomes very sad. I don't know if anyone can tell me? What exactly is cherishing and what is losing? Maybe no one can give me a satisfactory answer.
After so many things, I gradually understood what it means to lose. And I never know how to cherish it? Maybe I will never be able to learn to cherish in this life, whenever a friend is gone, I use 'I wish people a long time, thousands of miles together' at this time there is always the pain and regret of loss in my heart, because when I once had, I always felt that time would never pass, and now there is only memory.
-
Anonymous users2024-02-11It was already dusk, and I stood at the intersection for a long time and refused to leave, stunned, watching a road stretch into the distance and gradually disappear into the depths of the woods, a road that I would never be able to set foot again.
Fallen leaves all over the ground, dotted with this lonely path, the wind tiptoe quietly running by, the leaves flying, as if the dancer Miaoman's dance steps, the sunset is dyed with this autumn picture, the frozen picture is forever frozen in the heart, a sigh sounded in the painting, and the vision gradually blurred. The curtain slowly opened, the smoke and waves were miao, and in the dense mist, there were smiles like flowers and clear eye waves like lake water, rolling up the sultry brightness surging in the forest, and the stretched branches, the grass sticking out of the head, and the shuttling and dancing wind were all happy and ......
The crisp song of the birds awakened this joyful dream, and the picture scroll that solidified the scenery was rolled up by the wind and flew up, I stretched out my hand, and did not keep all this, and I could never set foot in the road in the picture scroll again.
-
Anonymous users2024-02-10Many people, many things, were originally familiar, thinking that they could continue tomorrow, so they turned around and let go for the time being, thinking about the hope that they would be reunited tomorrow.
You respond, I'm near heaven, you're silent, I'm passing.
In this world, how many people can a person meet in his life who is worthy of your love?
So when you meet it, you have to cherish it, don't wait until autumn to say that the spring breeze has blown, don't wait until goodbye to say that you really loved!
-
Anonymous users2024-02-09What is love? An elf sits among the green foliage in contemplation.
The wind is as if there is nothing.
A bird flew over and perched on a branch, looking out at the ripening rice fields in the distance.
The elf took out a bunch of yellow rice and asked, "Do you love this rice?" ”
Love. "Why? ”
It drives my hunger. ”
The birds peck at the rice and gently comb their glossy feathers.
Do you love this rice now? The elf took out another bunch of yellow rice.
The bird looked up at a spring in the distance: "Now I love that spring, I'm a little thirsty." ”
The elf plucked a leaf and filled it with a pool of spring water.
The birds drank the water and prepared to fly away.
Give me one more question," the elf held out his fingertips, and the bird rested on it.
Are you going to do something more important? I have rice and springs here. ”
I'm going to go to that valley with hyacinths and see that hyacinth. ”
"Why? Does it drive away your hunger? ”
No. "Does it nourish your thirst? ”
No. "Then why are you going to see it? ”
I need it. ”
Why do you need it? ”
I love it. ”
Why love it? ”
I miss it day and night. ”
Why miss it? ”
I love it. The elf was silent for a moment, then asked another question:
Why do you only love that one hyacinth? There are countless hyacinths in the valley. ”
Because it's the only one. ”
"Why? Is it different from all the other hyacinths? ”
Some. "What's the difference? ”
It's the only one I love. ”
The elf laughed softly, and the bird flapped its wings away.
Listen, the river is singing softly, "Bang la, Bang La", and the crystal water runs across the warm riverbank; The breeze blows, and the oncoming air is mixed with a warm breath, melting the earth that has frozen the whole winter; People take off their heavy winter coats and use colorful spring clothes to express their joy at the arrival of spring, and the small animals poke their heads out and breathe the moist breath of the earth; The willow leaves are flying, the tender green branches are swinging, the graceful figure is swaying with the wind, if there is spring rain, in the moisturizing things silently, quietly enter thousands of households, and secretly tell people: spring, coming.
The essay theme: more care for others aims to show the spirit of caring for others. The topic is self-proposed, and it can be a narrative or take care for others people hold different opinions about relationship
"Forgetting is a kind of demeanor, and giving up is a kind of wisdom". >>>More
Roland Prose Appreciation:
Where not to meet. >>>More
Guo Moruo (November 16, 1892, June 12, 1978), formerly known as Guo Kaizhen, the word Dingtang, the name Shangwu. Pseudonym Moruo (because his hometown has two rivers called"Foam"with"If water")。A native of Leshan, Sichuan. >>>More