He finally decorated a section, so plump and beautiful!
I have a friend who often says, "The afterlife!" "But I said this:" If life is boring, there will be an afterlife. If life is interesting, you will be satisfied in this life! "
The first thick disk is the sea; On the west side of the sea, on the east side of the mountain, my tree of life sprouted and grew there, absorbing mountains, winds and waves. Every grass, every grain of sand, is my initial desire. I originally had my angel.
There are countless happy pictures, silly pictures, lonely pictures and ordinary pictures in this disc.
Put it down, it's hard to remember!
The second thick disk is a green shadow; This shade sets off many hidden flower of life in this area. Some are thick red, some are light white, and some are indescribable. . . . . .
The shade in the evening, the shade in the morning fog, the shade under the starry sky and the shade under the moonlight shed!
Thanks to Song Pingshan! It contains many of my ideas.
The third round thick piece is not the sea or the shade. What is it? I don't know!
If life is boring, I don't want an afterlife. If life is interesting, it is enough.
Talking about Life-Bing Xin
I dare not say what life is,
I can only say what life is like.
Life is like a river flowing eastward,
He originated from the highest place, and ice and snow were his predecessors.
He gathered many streams and formed a powerful Hong Tao.
Running down, he zigzagged across the cliff,
Wash down a layer of sand, with rolling sand and stones,
Happiness flows away bravely,
He enjoyed everything that happened along the way:
Sometimes, when he meets resistance from the rocky front,
He rushed up angrily,
Roaring and spinning,
The ups and downs of the waves urged him until he passed,
Only when he rushed down the dangerous cliff did he calm down.
Sometimes he crosses the flat fine sand,
In the grass at sunset, I saw the red peach blossoms on the shore.
He is happy and shy, flowing quietly,
Singing in a low voice,
Spend this romantic journey gently.
Sometimes he encounters a storm,
This shock, this thunder, shocked his soul,
The wind swept him and the rain hit him.
He was temporarily delirious and upset, but after the rain cleared,
Give him a lot of new strength.
Sometimes he meets the sunset glow and the new moon,
Shine on him, project him,
With a faint warmth in the cold:
At this time, he just wants to rest and sleep.
And forward force,
Still pushing him forward ...
Finally, one day,
He saw the sea in the distance,
Ah!
He has reached the end of his trip,
The sea made him hold his breath and lower his head.
How vast and great she is!
How bright and dark!
The sea solemnly extended its arms to meet him,
He silently flowed into her arms.
He melted, naturalized,
No happiness, no sadness!
Maybe one day,
He stood up again from the rain at sea,
Fly west to form another river.
Then push down the stone walls on both sides, and then go to the shore to find peach blossoms.
However, I dare not say the afterlife, and I dare not believe the afterlife!
Life is like a small tree,
He collected a lot of vitality from the ground,
In the wet soil in early spring, under the snow and ice,
Come out bravely and happily.
He may have grown up on the plain,
On the rocks, on the walls,
As long as he looks up at the sky, ah
I saw it. Oh, my God!
He spread the young leaves to absorb the air,
Bear the sunshine, sing in the rain and dance in the wind.
He may be hidden by a big tree,
Maybe under the weight of the tree,
And the power of his youthful growth,
Finally, he broke free from the branches and leaves.
Hold your head high in the hot sun!
In the luxurious spring,
He may be full of flowers on the tree,
Bees and butterflies are flying around him,
Birds like to sing on their branches.
He will hear the oriole singing,
Cuckoo cries blood,
Maybe I heard the strange cry of an owl.
He grew into the most prosperous middle age,
He spread his shade like a covering,
Shade the flowers and grass under the tree,
He bears countless fruits,
Show the endless sweetness and fragrance of the earth.
The autumn wind began to blow his leaves,
Blowing from strong green to deep red,
In the autumn sunshine, he will have another kind of magnificence.
Not the pride of flowering, nor the happiness of results,
But the peace and joy after success!
Finally, one day,
The north wind in winter dried his yellow leaves,
He rolled, trembled and danced feebly in the air.
Groaning under the roots,
The earth solemnly welcomed him with open arms,
He fell silent in her arms.
He melted, naturalized,
He is neither happy nor sad!
Maybe one day,
Then he picked up nuts from the ground,
It broke out.
Grow into a small tree,
Then through the dense jungle,
Listen to the oriole sing again,
However, I dare not say the afterlife,
I can't believe in the afterlife.
The universe is a huge life,
We are a breath in the cosmic atmosphere.
When the river flows into the sea, leaves fall back to their roots.
We are a leaf in a big life,
A drop in a big life.
In the great life of the universe,
How humble and insignificant we are,
The activity and growth of one drop and one leaf synthesize the evolution and operation of the whole universe.
Remember: not every river can enter the sea.
What does not flow becomes a dead lake;
Not every seed can grow into a tree,
What can't grow will become an empty shell!
Life is not always happy,
Not always painful,
Happiness and pain go hand in hand.
This means that waterways must pass through different banks,
Trees go through ever-changing seasons.
In happiness, we should thank life,
We should also thank life in pain.
Happiness is exciting,
Is pain not beautiful?
I once read a proverb,
It says, "May there be enough clouds in your life,
Create a beautiful dusk. "
The life of the world, the country and the individual is nothing more cloudy than today.
May there be enough clouds in your life to make a beautiful evening.
May there be enough clouds in your life to create a beautiful night.