Real Entertainment happens in accordance with the requirements of real work. The flower of Bing Xin’s success, people only admire her Bright Now! However, at that time, her Bud was soaked in tears of struggle and covered with blood of sacrifice. Bing Xin’s youthful and lively heart will never be left sad. Bingxin’s inconspicuous entertainment must not make life smooth and career progress. Entertainment has at least the same value as work, or entertainment is a part of work! Bing Xin, I read nine words: management quotation “read well, read well, read well 」. Bing Xin crown? It is a temporary brilliance and a permanent constraint. The bigger the ice spray is, the greater the happiness will be in the silence of the firm rock. Bingxin universe is a big life. The river flows into the sea, and the fallen leaves return to their roots. We are a breath in the universe, and we are a part of the great life. Not every river can flow into the sea, not every seed can mature and Sprout, life is not always happy, nor weight loss quotations are always painful, happiness and pain always complement each other, in happiness, we should thank life, and in pain, we should also thank life, because happiness, excitement and pain are not beautiful? The road of life is less flat and more rugged. On the flat road, when walking hand in hand, there is warm spring breeze around and bright Autumn Moon on the head. The two Hearts fully enjoyed the quiet and soft music. On the rough road, when walking with help, you should swallow your injustice and pain with perseverance. On the road full of thorns, you should comfort and encourage each other and help each other.

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When I walked into this grove, I realized that I hadn’t been here for a long time and became strange for a long time. A place buried in the bottom of my heart, covered with dust, which worries me day and night. I don’t know whether the olive tree I often dreamed of is still the same.

There is a small forest in the southeast of the village, and there is a very large and tall olive tree in the middle of the forest. Looking from a distance, it looks like a big white crane standing in the flock, looking down at everything around with mighty power. Its huge crown is really like a big umbrella. According to the old people in the village, this tree is about 200 years old. When we were young, we needed three people to hold it hand in hand. After a long separation, my heart was so uneasy that it was fear, excitement or something. I approached it step by step, and I didn’t know why my heart jumped so hard. Some vague images hidden in my mind gradually became clear, as if they had just passed.

In childhood, the shade under the olive tree was our amusement place. We come here almost every day to play, playing the game of eagle catching chicken under the tree, eating sweet potatoes or corns, playing cards, or planning to catch birds somewhere, who got a very beautiful bird and so on. In short, we were like happy birds at that time, always jumping and jumping. Our family can’t shut us up. We are flying freely and carefree in our own blue sky. Thinking of this, a kind of familiar feeling came to my heart involuntarily. There was an inexplicable charge, and I really wanted to play with my partners crazily again. But looking around, there was no one, very quiet, so quiet that I could hear my heartbeat. Suddenly I felt a strange atmosphere, rushing to me from all directions, which made me shake a few times. Why is it so cold in the woods, where are the childhood friends?

I can’t remember how many days I haven’t been here, perhaps because I seldom stay at home. The partners who used to fight under the tree every day had already gone their own way. Now it is people who go to Lin Kong, leaving me alone, staying in this lonely forest foolishly. The ground was overgrown with weeds and fallen leaves all over the ground. It was desolate and silent. I remember that it was not like this before. Standing in front of the olive tree, I couldn’t wait to touch it in my heart. I felt that my hands didn’t listen to the order, and I couldn’t lift it up, trembling directly. My heart is pounding. Even I don’t know that I will be so nervous. Maybe I need some time to get used to it. I tried to calm myself down, stretching out my trembling hands and gently stroking it. Its rough coat gave people an ancient sense of vicissitudes. Years passed by in a hurry, and many marks were carved. It didn’t matter whether the wind blew, the rain hit, or something left. What is left and what cannot be left have become memories.

Autumn, autumn wind, is easy to remind people of falling leaves. I stood motionlessly, looking up at the yellow leaves, reluctantly leaving the branches, falling down one after another alone, like a butterfly about to die, saying goodbye to this beautiful world. However, they were unable to control their own destiny and didn’t know where they were going to fall. They had to obey the autumn wind. What a pity. They sprout and grow in spring, summer has passed the most beautiful years of life, and autumn is over. Although it was short, but as time went by, no matter how much he didn’t give up, he had no choice but to go forward bravely. On the ground, there had been fallen leaves lying quietly on the ground, like a child sleeping soundly, sleeping peacefully and peacefully. However, the autumn wind has driven them down from the tree, so why disturb their dreams? At this moment, my mind couldn’t help flashing the picture of playing with my friends in my childhood. At that time, we had no worries, no pressure, No burden, no greed, no selfishness. The communication between partners is sincere. There are delicious food to eat together and interesting things to play together. Now, I am the only one standing here alone, reliving the happiness of the past and the fallen leaves awakened by the autumn wind.

Here, we went through the spring, summer, autumn and winter of our childhood together and spent many happy days together. Now I think of it, just like yesterday, everything is clearly remembered. You can touch your chin with your hand, and you have a beard.

Things are different, plants are ruthless. Everything here didn’t change much. The olive trees were still so flourishing, standing in front of me like a mighty soldier, overlooking me, a wandering man. Time flies like a shuttle. I have changed too much. Not only do I have a beard, but also my voice becomes heavy. People become sentimental, silent and strong at the same time. The River of Time is galloping, washing away too many things, leaving only memories.

Years, how could you be so heartless and unfaithful that you robbed me of my happy childhood? Why did you carve scars on the olive trees I often dreamed. Time has no life, but how can friendship come? But this tree is more ruthless and unwilling to tell me the ups and downs it has experienced. Does it forget me. I am little boy who used to play under its green shade everyday. Maybe it is the river of time that separates us far away, who can remember who.

The autumn wind was blowing towards the face, with an overwhelming chill. Yellow leaves on the tree fell one after another. I quickly grasped a leaf passing through my eyes with my right hand and held it tightly for fear of losing it once I relaxed. I don’t know why I want to do this, but there are some things that can’t be caught. Even God can’t let the fallen leaves return to the branches. What should be let go is to let go. The autumn wind blows quietly, and the leaves fall quietly.

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[Leisure words] ① what month will move flowers and shadows, poetic and picturesque. Du Dao is the separation of the two after the oath before the alliance. How to live up to the Buddha! ② If a beautiful woman comes into painting, how can she draw without a gifted scholar? ③ writing poems for you is nothing but showing that you like you. ④ whether it is from the end of the world or from the corner of the sea, but I still believe that sentence. ⑤ I began to sigh with emotion that Lin Hua thanked the spring Red, which was too hurried. The most important thing was that people grew up and hated the water and the East. ⑥ a kind of lovesickness, two idle worries, but I really won’t frown, but it’s in my heart. ⑦ What are you waiting? This is the beginning, the way to walk.. [Idle words] II ① it’s not that I don’t believe that there are three autumn osmanthus and ten miles of Lotus. It’s just that poetry and reality are separated by a wall, but I still can’t shuttle freely between them. ② in the past, when I was drunk with flowers and Willow in Chang’an, the five princes and seven dignitaries had the same glass of wine, which made me feel free and unrestrained, but I was so angry that I stood in front of the Mongols, after the hero was willing to leave others, he revealed the helplessness and sadness in his heart. Qinglian was destined to be a wandering person. ③ the love rain fell in time, but after the rain, everything started again without such lingering feeling. I locked all my memories in the drizzle. ④ three years and four years, it is the most beautiful thing to meet you seven years ago. ⑤ I don’t know if I am a guest in my dream, and everyone’s life is not so common for a long time. ⑥ everyone is two-sided. They can’t control well and they don’t know themselves. ⑦ The most beautiful things in the world are free.. [Leisure words] three ① when you arrive, you will sit with grass, sit with a pillow and sleep with a dream. No matter how beautiful or elegant it is, it needs to be naturally used as foil. ② If you want to compete with God, you must be ambitious and ambitious, count the number of influential people, and look at the present, Suddenly, I think history is just a finger of quicksand, Grandpa Mao is really Confucian wisdom. ③ just as a schoolmate, we are young and vigorous. Yes, we are young and educated, and we are arrogant. Also will be able to stream water, waves feizhou stop. ④ everyone can hear different drums and move towards different directions. Therefore, there must be separation. ⑤ why is there a waterfall? Because there is a cliff ahead, so is life. Danger creates miracles. ⑥ after twenty years old, look at yourself again and feel that you are useless. ⑦ after a few decades, we will really come from the water of the Yellow River to the sky, running to the sea and no longer returning.. [Idle words] IV ① gambling books were so popular that they were poured with tea fragrance. At that time, it was just common. Nalan recalled sweetness and bitterness, and it was normal for him to turn around in reality and memory. ② the words of Rouge tears, leaving people drunk, intoxicated and fascinated. The dream of returning to the old country, I felt tears hanging down. Chant the old China and the words of scholar-bureaucrats, thus the country’s unfortunate poets are lucky. ③ Liu San changed his talent among geisha, but he changed his tune without losing beauty. If you are a scholar, the rolling Yangtze River is hard to remember him. ④ don’t ask everyone to understand me, just ask for a bosom friend, where? Where? ⑤ You think I am very strange, I think you are incredible! ⑥ it seldom attracts others’ attention. It seems that I placed it in the wrong place. ⑦ among thousands of people, one can look back; Among hundreds of people, one can look back; Among ten people, one can look back.. [Idle words] Ⅴ ① I have to drink 300 cups a day when I can’t learn Li Bai, but I stole a person from my generation. ② The Wutong which couldn’t understand Yi ‘an was drizzling, but it was defeated in the cloud. Who sent the brocade book? When the Yan character came back, the moon was full of the west tower. ③ After reading for more than ten years, the biggest achievement is to find a dream. ④ What to say about the future life, but I don’t care at all, comfort and hardship. I choose hardship. Do you think I am stupid and depraved? ⑤ Zeng Ji was a guest at that time, and now he is traveling around the world. When will this trip start? ⑥ speaking of poetry, there is not much, but sometimes it is assimilated, sometimes it perches into the morning, and the wind blows all day long! ⑦ after graduation, life cannot stop at all!

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I lead you through the crowd. Heavy footsteps, heavy luggage and heavy mood. I held you tightly, and I was afraid that if I let go, you would be like a single boat drifting into the crowd. Finally, the outline was blurred, leaving only a touch of pale white.

The ticket finally cut off our voice like a pair of scissors. Your face turned around, like a door closed. The breeze was blowing, swaying the dark figure outside the fence. Give you a ride with your eyes, and another ride with your memories until the warm season turns and you lose your signal.

On the stunned platform, cars came and went, transported the missing from this place to the other bank, and finally stopped at the place where they were concerned. I know that the returned luggage is not only lonely, but also your instructions, in the palm, warm as ever.

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Once we were still young, carrying the yellow troubles, but at that moment we knew that we would grow old. The older I grew, the more lonely I was. When I walked through the bleak winter, I experienced another desolation in my heart. Last winter, my mother and I went to the field to pick vegetables. Except for the vegetables in three parts of the Acre under our feet, there was a barren field around. Not far away, a vast expanse of withered and yellow weeds were burning in the blazing fire, and a thick blue smoke rose in the air. Suddenly, an inexplicable sadness came out of my heart. I know that behind the light is darkness, behind the prosperity is loneliness, and after the beauty is a scene of withering. Maybe all the beauty in the world will experience a burning, just like a flourishing age fireworks, which will eventually turn into ashes. However, looking at the scene in front of me, I thought a lot, thinking that life can only be cultivated in the resurrection of death again and again. This winter buried all I had. I was sad and delighted. I began to look forward to a warm spring. I was placed in this desolate and barren land, and I suddenly asked curiously, where is our rape flower? Mother smiled, silly child, where can rape flowers come from in winter? Spring will come. I suddenly realized that the golden rape flowers once flooded my young childhood, and that golden silhouette was clearly destroyed in my mind. Now I have lost my memory. I only remember that there was once a piece of rape flower, golden and green, just like the time shortage wrapping my childhood and growing all the way. When I opened the package of memory again, I saw beauty but forgot time, just like me, even forgot which season rape flowers belong. Maybe there is always a moment in life, because of beauty, I forget the time, let everything around me, and even forget myself. There are always a few people in your life that you will never forget, a few cities that make you linger, and a few songs that you will never get tired of listening. My heart is tired, I want to find someone to tell, and the person who is most willing to listen is always myself. I know that I am a loyal listener and a loyal reader, because neither we nor I like betrayal. At this moment, I typed lines of words to let the gentle notes flow gently in my heart. Yang Yuying’s song “I am waiting for you in Spring” was still so beautiful and beautiful. I was intoxicated, not only because of her sweet voice, but also because the soft lyrics kissed my earmuffs, which was a murmur that could comfort my sadness. If a song can be a dream, I would rather listen to the single cycle for a lifetime; If a city can block a heart, I would rather stop and wait for a lifetime; If a love can perfect a story, I am willing to give up three thousand prosperity and promise a happy life. When I was young, I promised myself that I must become a very powerful person in the future. I want to be a swordsman in others’ eyes and a hero in my own eyes. It turns out that I can’t escape from my little self all the time. Later, I learned that to be a great man, one must learn to be a puppet first, and to be a businessman, one must learn to be a hurting person first. I can disguise, but the disguise is not enough, I will also hurt people, but the wound is not cruel enough. If I gather all my intelligence together, feel deeper in my mind and more vicious in my means, and throw out a little Yin flying knife at a critical moment, maybe my life will change dramatically, but I’m afraid I don’t know myself at that time. Therefore, I began to believe in fate. When one’s efforts and efforts couldn’t bring out the most beautiful youth, I could only use fate to explain that numerology sometimes must exist, and numerology should not be insisted at all times, everything is just because the oath is too beautiful, but the reality is too cruel. A long time ago, I had been looking forward to going to a university I yearned for, longing for a job I liked, and also hoping to marry a woman I liked. Then would I become the happiest person in the world? There are too many variables in life, and anything coming is not the final ending. No one can be sure what is the happiest and what is the most painful to lose. Then the only best way for us to get happiness is to overcome our inner fear. Things beyond our hearts are too slim and there are too many uncertain factors that can happen at any time. In fact, the key to life and happiness was put into our infancy on the day we were born, but we were too ignorant at the beginning, looking all the way, but lost all the way. Facing the crossroad of youth, we took too many detours to realize that we were finally tired. Maybe it was those detours that paved a broad road. Even if we regret being young and frivolous at the beginning, we should not forget to say thank you, because every step we take is an experience, and these are often the most precious wealth in our hearts. I used to grope constantly in the tunnel of time, wandering from place to place on the way, and stumbling all the way. I used to think that the world was far away from myself, but actually I was far away from the world. I lived in the world, feeling so close and so far. I gradually got used to this feeling, because everything tended to be plain, I began to rely on this stable status quo. My youth could not stand the trouble, and the step-by-step life was also a kind of comfortable life. Sometimes I am afraid that I will accidentally walk into a deserted land and lose myself from now on. But I know that when winter comes and spring comes, there is another warm wind dyeing the boundless green, and my heart recovers again in all things. I lit up the little hope of spring and went back to this beautiful coastal city. I started to continue working and living. I wanted to open my mind and face the sea. The spring was warm and flowers were blooming. QQ:1300882611

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