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How many seasons are we squandering

Time: 2015-05-15 Source: Original Editor: Understand Reading: Times

spring

Spring breeze spring snow spring grass fragrance, spring to spring to spring.

Chunyanchunmu spring nest is warm, spring landscape spring painting spring long.

summer

Xia Hexia cicada summer sun, summer night summer wind is refreshing.

Xia Shan Xia Shui Xia Huan Yan, Xia Jing Xia Yi Xia Xia desolate.

autumn

Autumn wind, autumn rain, autumn leaves fall, autumn landscape, autumn, yesterday.

Qiu Meng Qiu Han Swing ruler, Qiu Zui Qiu Qiu Qiu.

winter

Winter breeze, winter snow, winter frost, winter ice, winter snow.

The winter bamboo and winter plum are proud of winter, and the winter is drunk.

Repeatedly, clearly.

Life is a very amazing thing. When we start our own life with our own cry, we must be prepared to accept everything, such as growth, failure, such as happiness, such as sadness ...

Because when you cry to the world for the first time, it means that you have what life should have, emotion. Whether you are a higher life or a lower animal, there will be more or less emotions. This is the privilege of the living body. This is the magic of the Creator ...

In childhood, we were happy, because at that time there were only games, toys, food, and good hopes for growing up in our circle. Laugh loudly when you are happy, cry crying when you are sad, do n’t need to disguise, there is no trouble ...

After we entered puberty, we had our own small ideas, small rebellions, and thought that we would grow up and be able to do everything well, so we began to be lawless, began to confront our parents stubbornly, and started our own life in our own way ... ...

When puberty is over, we start to regret and start to be confused. We regret that the youthful frivolity hurt the parents who care about ourselves, and we are confused about how to go in the future ...

In his twenties, he began to enter the society. The huge changes made it difficult for him to adapt. He instinctively wanted to escape and wanted to return to his parents' safe haven. However, he reasonably told us to stick to it and not to make flowers in the greenhouse. So we Began a long struggle and struggle ...

Thirties, friends, classmates, colleagues, most of them are married, and some children can speak to their uncles, so the parents began to arrange for a blind date for themselves. The second-older who is over half a century is inquiring about who ’s. How old are the children? What is the most important thing? Are there any marriages ...

In his forties, with his own career, his family and parents began to think about how to make his child learn better, how to deal with his adolescence, and to arrange a better job in the future ...

More than fifty, parents have left themselves one after another, every day they must remember the memories of their childhood and their parents, father's scolding, mother's tears, everything seems to have happened yesterday, but in a blink of an eye we are full of heads The white-haired are separated from their heavenly ...

In their sixties, their children were busy and began to help them take care of their children. Every day they took their little grandson out for a walk, made him happy, coaxed him to sleep, washed him with milk powder, and urinated on himself. Change his diaper with a smile ...

In the seventies, the most common thing every day is to sit in a rocking chair and bask in the sun, and occasionally tell their grandchildren about their youth, or about their parents' childhood. When someone disturbed, he took out the picture of his arms close to his chest, and the man and woman in the picture laughed so brightly. If you remember wrong, it is more than fifty years, we are together on the 521th anniversary. It was a summer afternoon. On the sandy beach by the sea, your laughter seemed to be in your ear. Occasionally, tears fell on the photo accidentally. You must wipe it carefully, for fear of getting wet and folds. Wiping a whispered self to himself, "Wait for me ..."

If you are lucky in your eighties, you will see your great grandson. When your grandson holds him in front of you and asks you to be named, you don't know what to do ...

Then he ended his life in the cry of others ...

In my life, it seems to be so long, but it is actually so short. Unconsciously, we have squandered a lot. Do we have to continue this way for the rest of the day?

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