The sun is pouring down the city, and the imprint of time is decaying layer by layer behind him, passing years, waiting for anyone's ......The long years are calm, and nothing is a waste of ......Pick up the flowers in the morning and evening, and all you pick up is withered ......
The top of the mountain, watching the passing years like water The water flows eastward, the leaves fall one after another, and the time flies quietly, slowly disappearing. A year, a year old, gradually approaching, secretly moving away, I sorted out my messy thoughts, the swallow went, there was a time to come again; The willows are withered, and there is a time when they are green again; The peach blossoms are gone, and there is a time to bloom again. But, wise one, tell me, why are our days gone?
Sometimes, I really want to believe in some movies about going back in time, but fantasy is fantasy, and reality is so helpless.
In the new week, the desktop of the office was empty, very tidy, and one year the "China Merchants Bank" sent a beautiful leather calendar, which became a drawing board on the desktop, which was changed every year and has been used until now. The calendar is about 70 centimeters wide, and it is a large piece of paper, which is divided into grids, one grid a day, and you can easily fill in the date time. It is a good tool for a boss or an important person to call suddenly, and you can quickly write down the key points on the paper, without having to find a place to record it in a hurry.
China Merchants Bank "Calendar Over time, the information written on this calendar is the top secret of the unit, there are numbers, words, and images, but the chaotic symbols to decode sometimes even have to think for a while. When a page is painted, the next calendar is replaced, and slowly, the calendar becomes an oversized notebook. Over the years, the curled calendar in the corner is like a review in the palace, and it is a difficult problem to lose it or not, and it will finally be solved in the days of the tail of the "Year of the Rabbit".
As soon as I began to flip through the curly calendar, I remembered the abstract theory that Geoffrey Beattie, a doctor of psychology at Cambridge University, once said, "Repetitive life is eternal in the blink of an eye".
At that time, I heard too much and couldn't remember it, but it turned out that this theory had long been imprinted in my brain cells, and it inadvertently popped up like a computer pop-up. In the dense records, it is the task of year after year, requiring each subsidiary to make a budget, track, take action, report results, go on a business trip, correct the budget, and more than ten years of work life will pass without changing the medicine. The busy work day and night seems to be very busy and rich, except for a little more income, the time is spent, and it seems that only one thing has been done.
A grid on the calendar is a day, and it's a time for cranky thoughts and math problems. It is rumored on the Internet that due to the recent epidemic in Hong Kong, the average life expectancy of men has decreased, leaving only about 81 years, 81 years by 365, and the computer calculates about 30,000 grids. These spaces are reduced every year. When I was young, my daily activities were ever-changing, and when I grew up, it seemed that the time passed a little slowly, and in 10 years when 30,000 changed to 26,000, there were still many days. When 30,000 turned into 10,000, I suddenly felt like time was passing so fast.
A grid on the calendar is a dayThrowing the calendar in the corner of the office into the shredder, a little gossip and reluctantly continued to flip through the contents of the grid.
Suddenly, I found that the so-called "top secret of the company", which was regarded as a treasure in the past, now seems to be a pile of garbage in the running account, which has no collection value at all, and cannot even reach the minimum level of "eternity into instantaneous" as Beattie said.
I thought, this is over, and these empty spaces that never look back in the first half of my life are filled with work, socializing, playing, and trivial chores, exchanged for stable food, clothing, housing, transportation, dark circles, and loose muscles. Think about whether those blank spaces in the second half of your life will continue to be like this, such as the Hong Kong slang phrase "a book to see until you are old", or learn from what Professor Jerome Kagan (1929-2021) of Yale University said, while your body and mind are still in the final stage, go to the depths of your soul to see how life is placed.
Sun, moon and starsIn the past few days, I held a meeting in Xishan, Beijing, and found in the distance that the winter had quietly passed away from my shoulders and gradually drifted away; Spring is coming with plum blossom petals and slowly approaching.
The last snowflakes melted into my red-hot teardrops. All the fires of sorrow were extinguished in an instant. The budding buds hit the calm heart, and the past rippled in circles.
Sinking fish and geese, very enthusiastic, how can they resist the outdated transit! Wind and rain, that is the harvest must go through, the wind through the thorns, blood dripping in the heart. The sunlit waterfall cleanses the skin and turns it dark. Oh! Standing on the top of the mountain at this moment, you should calmly enjoy the soft sunshine, build a colorful bridge on a rainy day, and lead from the past life to this life, and suffering to happiness.
Boom or bust? The hustle and bustle is still lonelyAfter the age of innocence and belief in fairy tales, the meaning and value of life begin to be superficially considered.
The end of the world is confused, this road leads to the downtown or the countryside? Boom or bust? The hustle and bustle is still lonelyNo one can give any answer, and the answer will only be known at the end of the day.
After walking through the rainy alley, the sun appeared; Deepening communication enhances emotion; Irrigating suffering, it fragrances life.
Some beauty doesn't need to be eternal, just a short moment is enough to make people remember for a lifetime. Some beauty, even if it appears in front of us every day, some people can turn a blind eye to it and ignore its existence. Is "scarcity is precious" an eternal law for everything? In the passing spring and autumn, is it a race against time or a waste of time!?
Some beauty doesn't need to be eternalSadness and sadness, time is the direct killer of life. But it treats everyone equally, rich or poor, rich or poor.
If the world is absolutely fair, then I count this as one of them. Life is short, but there is no lack of time, what is lacking is our awareness. We always like to make excuses for our mistakes, and as a result, the excuses become wounds in our hearts.
All the vague past is hidden in the fault line of memory. The desert is lonely, and the sunset over the long river is still a gorgeous scenery. The low point of life, I believe you can embrace the night with the smile of the water lily. Use your black pupils to catch the light of the night.
There is no power to turn the tide of clouds and rain, and there is no ability to turn the sky and the sky to the sky. Hell is a way to recharge yourself, and after a few twists and turns, perhaps your heart is as barren as a winter prairie. Why not open the window of your heart? Let the spring rain fall on the windowsill, let the bright sunshine enter the heart, and happiness and joy will spring up like mushrooms after the rain.
The barrenness of the mountain grassYear after year, year after year, these flowers seem to have been miserable and gorgeous in a dream—déjà vu. Unfortunately, none of us can afford to turn the plausible into a yes.
If you miss the flowering period of the flower, why sprinkle the regret on the stamen of this flower. Now is the best time to cherish flowers. Draw a knife and cut off the water, raise a glass to eliminate sorrow, but who can guarantee that you will sober up after a thousand years!? The train doesn't stop, how many people are carrying heavy sorrow!?
The winds of the world will eventually ripen and blow through thoughts, just as the winds of the seasons will eventually ripen and blow through fruits. Give yourself a little courage and you'll shine brighter tomorrow's sun.
Self-indulgence will only hinder the wheels of progress and lose confidence in life. Standing is a painting, walking is a landscape, and no one can paint a painting or landscape that is so realistic in reality.
Stopping is a painting, walking is a landscapeLeaning on the corner of the deep winter, leaning on the corner of the street, looking at the person, the thing, the time, disappeared into the corner of the eye. I couldn't stretch out my hands to clench my hands anymore, because it was futile, and I didn't slow down, but I was still out of reach.
Winter goes to spring, my thoughts are full of notes, full of thoughts, the last snowflake, and my thoughts are whispered in the ears of another person. In this season, this city, with loneliness, contains a thin coolness. I have been looking forward to a plum blossom, hoping that those pure fragrances will eliminate the coolness in my heart.
Winter goes to spring, and my thoughts are full of notesThe fragrance of the white horse, the barren and faint years, looking back on the years, youth, far away, shadow, faded. The only thing I hope for is that in this watery time, I can still be as warm as the sunshine that bathed my mood in yesterday.
"Theme Hotel" Qing Wang Jiuling
Xiaojue thatched eaves piece moon low,
vaguely lost in the dream of the country.
What is in the world that makes people grow old
Half chicken, half horseshoe.