Chapter 2263 Thousands of sails passing by the side of the sunken boat
Unconscious of the dream of spring grass in the pond, the sycamore leaves in front of the steps are already sounding in autumn; the golden wind and jade dew are gradually bleak, and the red clouds are lingering in the sky, painting the vicissitudes of life. The withered maple leaves fall lightly in the grass with the wind, like golden and red boats swirling in the green water
Blue waves and dark red leaves accumulate on the gravel road, turning into soil and nutrients as summer passes and autumn comes.
Everyone in the world cannot avoid the falling vegetation, and they are helpless against the swans flying south. But autumn is still beautiful. As long as we have warmth in our hearts and always have nostalgia, it is the most dazzling part of the change of seasons.
Winter comes and summer comes, the sun and the moon fly by. This glorious season will always inadvertently tease our heartstrings and cause all kinds of ripples in our thoughts.
In the evening, like the sun and the moon in a pot, a middle-aged man followed the surging crowds and the hustle and bustle of traffic and came to this familiar yet unfamiliar city of Rune.
The brand new stone house is neat and clean, the newly painted walls are dazzlingly white, the neatly trimmed flowers, plants and trees are exactly the same, and the hurried figures remain unchanged.
At some point, drizzle began to fall in the sky, and the streets gradually became wet. The countless firelights and plaques seemed to be covered with a layer of gauze, making them look particularly enchanting.
Like those promiscuous women with heavy makeup, walking leisurely beside the stone steps and among the shadows of the trees, his thoughts went back to many years ago.
At that time, he was in his prime, and his heart was as high as the sky, but he was always wandering on this huge island, with no place to stay and no basis for establishing himself.
I still remember that the sky was very blue that year, the phoenix flowers were in full bloom, and as a young adult, he was exhausted and the sound of his hungry stomach echoed in his ears.
But the prices here are astonishingly high. A bowl of plain noodles only costs a few silver coins, and a dish of side dishes costs five or six copper coins. The boy stood quietly outside the window. The light blue seats inside were neat and clean, and the soft lights were particularly soothing. But
The price list on the glass wall is scary.
The once young boy has now entered middle age, just like thousands of ordinary people, drifting up and down with the crowd all day long.
A wry smile appeared on my lips inadvertently. If I had persevered a little longer back then, would I be able to hold my head high and walk gracefully in this bustling market now? Or could I be like my classmate Wu Jun, who could find something in the hustle and bustle?
Open a shimmering hotel in a corner of Taoyuan and live a calm and indifferent life?
But now, he can only be transformed into a hurried passerby, a traveler wandering aimlessly, like an insect or ant in the cracks of the stone.
When we were young, we heard this proverb, "When a car reaches the mountain, there will be a road; when a boat reaches the bridge, it will be straight." We have always regarded it as the foundation of our lives, and whenever we encounter setbacks, we must read it and think about it.
However, the coldness of life and the helplessness of reality are everywhere, all the time. For ordinary people like us who are extremely ordinary, when it comes to such embarrassment, even eating is a problem.
, how can there still be a way to find it?
Perhaps only those who are accustomed to living a pampered life can say without saltiness: Problems that can be solved with money are not problems.
But for more ordinary people, money itself is a big problem, and it will also bring new troubles directly or indirectly. This is exactly what the saying goes: "When people are poor, everything is sad."
Most people can only rely on themselves most of the time. They have no solid background, have never met any noble people, and have never been a cultivator. Aren't these expected situations?
Life is a one-way ticket. The youth of the poor is not worth much, and those dull green years are like an old donkey grinding away, wasted in boredom and repetition day after day.
How many times have I stopped under the tree and looked up at the towering arrogance, and the whispers of the elves kept flowing in my ears: As long as we accumulate year after year, one day we will be able to cover the sky and block out the sun.
But we are just a piece of cloth. In the changing of seasons, we change layer after layer of new skin, but we are always far away from the soil.
To put it bluntly, poverty and mediocrity are the same thing. There used to be a particularly popular term called "poor people's thinking." That is, many people attributed poverty to certain flaws inherent in the poor people's thinking.
For example, they are short-sighted, hysterical, have no plan, and act on impulse. But in fact, the poor are often better at calculating and calculating. They always want to get more things under limited conditions, but the results usually go in the opposite direction, sacrificing the basics and chasing the last.
A person's view of life not only depends on the environment in which he or she grew up, but is also closely related to the lives of the people around him. This kind of incomprehension is like using ordinary people's logic to look at the richest people, "buying a piece of equipment worth hundreds of thousands"
Is Jin Pao sick?" "You have to wait in line to make a reservation for a meal worth tens of thousands of dollars. It's really crazy." "What's so good about Elf red wine? It's so sour and bitter that it's hard to swallow."
Only children without umbrellas will run hard. Others just have wet shoes, but we become drowned rats. Ambition is the special medicine for "curing poverty" and is the starting point of all miracles. The reason why the poor are poor is mostly because of their
There are some hopeless weaknesses, namely the lack of ambition to actively get rich.
There is not a lack of food in this world, but a lack of eyes to find food, so there is a saying that has been passed down from the ancient magic era: He who knows food is a hero.
There was a classic opera line that said: Hope is a good thing, maybe the best thing in the world. Andy spent twenty years doing something seemingly impossible, relying on his belief in hope.
Persistence.
Although persistence is very valuable, how many people will make a desperate move in less than a hundred years of life, and how many people will be able to do whatever they want in twenty years?
Our greatest sorrow is not poverty or cowardice, but the flame of hope is out of reach, and we feel that life is like this. As the joke goes: You can curse a middle-aged man to death, because he only
I will be cowardly and will not talk back, but you must not scold young people, they will resign in minutes to show you.
The real embarrassment is often those who are silent. They are not careless, not talented and have no vision, but they are pressed by reality and can only protect themselves, without any breathing space.
Of course, what people pursue is not wealth, but they must have a life that is enough to maintain dignity, so that they can work without hindrance, be generous, cheerful, and independent.
Therefore, if a family is not crying for food, who would be willing to give up their ideals and live a ruthless workaholic life; if it is not because of debts, who would be willing to search for peas in the quail crop, split the meat from the legs of the heron, and kill mosquitoes?
Abdominal fat removal?
The scorching sun above our heads made this season scorching, but we didn't care. We were even pricked with blood by the thorns we passed along the way.
Our footprints are imprinted in the deep and winding paths, carrying filth and fishy smell. What makes us move forward, and what supports our courage.
The sun sets in the west, the sky is dark and bleak, but there are still people working hard for life, as if they are never tired. Firewood, rice, oil, salt, and smoke that has been evaporated by frying and cooking are lingering on the eaves of life, blurring a pair of bright eyes.
He ran out of the room and stood under the eaves, with his head lowered and tears streaming down his face without saying a word.
David, the Lord of Iron Hook Island, a peak powerhouse, a great water mage, and the holder of the Coral Staff (two-handed staff).
Helena, the Lord of Crab Island, a peak powerhouse, a water divine knight, and the holder of the Crystal Hook Scythe (polar weapon).
That evening, David and Helena got married, thus ending the dark age of intrigue between the two islands.
Three days later, the pure-blood elf envoys arrived, but were directly expelled by two young men. The couple claimed that they would no longer cling to the strength of either party, even if they were destroyed.
Tiegou Island and Crab Island have been completely closed. They neither accept the coercion or inducement from all parties, nor do they intend to make friends with all parties, or even conduct business transactions. In addition to sending the most plump snow crabs to the Shadow Land as a routine every year