#心动的瞬间 #
All encounters in the world are fate
The world is so small that we meet in the world; the world is so big that it is difficult for us to meet after we are separated.
Perhaps, parting, just to be able to reunite better, when the mountains and rivers meet, we are all the best of ourselves, the best encounters in the years.
It's just that in the red dust thoughts, what can't be put down, what is reluctant, and the parting that turns around, that is the most regrettable parting, only the fear of returning.
In "The World of Man", Bingyi took his sister Zhou Rong, and his younger brother Bingkun woke up in the middle of the night to see his mother holding his father's hand and returning peacefully, and at that moment the tears were not only parting feelings, but also the most painful regrets in the world.
All the beauty in the world, all the happiness, all the memories, are actually not the realizations brought about by the material, but the thoughts, realizations, and understandings that come from our spirits, such painful understandings, and the tears at that moment cannot stop flowing.
Parents still have a place in life, and parents only have a way to return to life.
This hurried, ordinary, simple return of this love is hidden very deeply, easy not to touch, easy not to touch.
Don't forget the roots, the heart is always there
Mr. Lao She once said: People, even if they live to be eighty or ninety years old, they can still be a little childish with a mother. If you lose your loving mother, you are like a flower in a bottle, although it is still fragrant, but it loses its roots.
Losing the root, the red dust is accompanied by simple quiet, doubly cherished, cherished the moment, not to resent, no longer to calculate, not willing to dwell on the unequal world.
The human world is so strange, because the feelings in the world are pure, because the emotions in the world are beautiful, so the regret of turning around is the root of eternal remembrance.
A pot of red dust wine is enough to comfort the wind and dust, and a line of family tears cannot be sacrificed to the deceased. The rain curtain is faint, the flowers tell mourning, the rain is long, and the green mountains are full of thoughts.
Faint thoughts become more and more intense with the passage of time; deep attachment ripples in the heart.
Hold a handful of loess and cover up the old feelings; borrow a wisp of east wind and reprint the care; hold a touch of clouds to remove the troubles; sprinkle a drizzle of rain to let the mood relax; see through a ray of sunshine, let life be colorful!
A year of clarity, a year of remembrance, a breeze of thoughts, long thoughts, may the relatives in heaven be safe, may the relatives around them be healthy.
Cautiously chasing the distant, we remember the deceased, remember the ancestors, do not forget the root soul, cherish the present more and more, and be grateful for the beauty of life.
The cause of the epidemic this year, the cemetery and the nearby market town are closed and managed, the distant view can not see you, the heart is sad and lost, depressed all the way, depressed dust, depressed to read this song in the world, comfort the soul.
Simple and simple
"Grass and trees sprout and children grow up. The train of the years does not stop for anyone. The platform of fate, the joy and sorrow are all moments.
People are like snowflakes, flying high and melting. O suffering of the world, love will be scattered and rain will fall. The sweetness of the world, how far to go, remember to go home.
Ordinary us, holding up a side of the fireworks under the eaves, no matter how many vicissitudes and changes in the world.
We are like seeds, all our lives toward the sun, in this soil, growing with all things. ”
People who come back from dusk are carrying the vicissitudes of the years, the story of time, all the way to pick up worthy, all the way to put warmth, because time is too thin, finger slits are too wide, casual glances, casual telling, the vicissitudes of the world have been separated by years, it is already a fine water flow year.
There are many trivialities, complexities, hustle and bustle, and helplessness in the fireworks of this world, all the way, all the way, all the way back, all the way to sigh, all the way to the memory, all the way to the tears of time.
Pray that ordinary you and I, are good at discovering the warmth, warmth, and warmth of fireworks and red dust, and may everyone who lives seriously find peace and luck, peace, stability, happiness and longevity, and the world is worth it!
As the song goes, "If the years will eventually be forgotten, remember you and me, love like fire, and the world is worth it." ”
Peace and relief are cherished
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