【Within life, first life】
The author ‖ the snow stained with dust
Time flies, March to the end. The chill of spring has been churning in the last half of the month, facing the wind, facing the rain, and going deep into the bones.
The old book was placed in front of me, and I could not calm down to read it. Listening to a song, I have to think about some trivial things.
When I crossed the records of conversations with friends, it seemed that there would always be similar mentions: "If you don't have to rush for life, you can do whatever you want, and do whatever you want." ”
While listening to her irritable spit work, while on time and on time, she only hated this body for not having a long object, incompetent and self-reliant, and she was helpless to laugh.
Most people seem to be like this, including me.
We always seem to be full of worries, and we talk about the present moment with one worry after another. Obviously mediocre, he still wants to live lazily and does not want to make progress.
But life is still long, chai rice oil and salt are grinding, day after day will be tired, who can be willing to be dull, always have to find some fun.
I have also said many times that "I am happy to write down", but in the end, I have only written about the trivialities of life and the past that has not been retained.
The text has changed from the desired years to the impetuous life, and even the deceased has said that there have been many changes, not as good as in the past. Unfortunately, the poet's romance belongs only to words, not to the world.
I am also one of the thousands of sentient beings in this world, when Hua wei was old, I suddenly found that Qingsi had dropped a few white hairs, looking at each other in the mirror, and the uneasiness between my eyebrows could not be erased, and the sorrows that did not know the cause and effect of peace had not dissipated for many years.
Within life, we must first live, and many of these things may be incomprehensible.
About the Author
Falling snow stains dust
A person who is accustomed to memories, a person who is accustomed to not being able to put it down, a red dust passerby who is upside down and displaced. Three thousand passers-by, ten zhang red dust, meeting you is fate, thank you for your liking.
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