The rain has damaged the urn, the new moss is green, the leaves in the forest are red in autumn, the stars are twinkling in the cobalt blue night sky, some thin clouds block the bright white moonlight, the earthy smell left after the rain continues to spread, a roadside in the royal city
There were three people sitting in the stall.
The night owl cooed on the branches, the dim lights had been extinguished, the clear new wine reflected the sky, and a man sat opposite the stall owner.
The original joy of the family going on vacation was wiped out by the congestion along the way, from constant quarrels to silent cold wars, but in the end it all turned into the perfect smiling faces in the memory.
The stall owner smiled at the strangeness, but the man still complained again and again. It seemed that in his mind, daily life should consist of eating junk food, lying on the sofa and reading novels, rather than being intoxicated with small breasts.
The dog or cute girl is led by the author's nose, sometimes giggling, sometimes crying.
As for the so-called life adjustment, it is just a few drinks after get off work, and then walking under the colorful neon lights in the night, returning to reality again...
All perfection in the world is a lie waiting to be exposed. Its embodiment in our youth is optimism, a kind of madness inspired by hormones, and a fledgling and fearless rebellious psychology.
After we entered middle age, we became silent and endured, either going back and forth between home and shop, or staying up late to play with customers. It turned into traces on our withered faces, although the black and white portraits of our parents remained the same.
It is clear, but the news about the children has long been distant.
Youth is the deception of middle age, middle age is the undercover of old age, and old age becomes the memory of youth. The longing for happiness is filled with the footprints of the years in a trance, and those beautiful dreams are in the gaps between the phoenix flowers.
of confusion.
But red bean and coix seed powder cannot remove dampness, porridge and side dishes cannot strengthen the spleen, no matter how much pig skin you eat, you cannot replenish the lost collagen, and winter date brown sugar cannot replenish blood and nourish qi.
The biggest drawback of using material things to fill the emptiness in life is that no one can ultimately defeat greed. No matter how much we invest, in the end we just think we have occupied something, but they are also occupying our bodies at the same time.
.Impetuousness, worship of money and greed for peace and leisure, the three of them blended together to create this false scam based on material things.
When we were babies, we lived completely in the sense of identity of our parents. At that time, we were so magical that we would burst into tears every once in a while and focus all day long on converting the things in our mouths into water, urea and inorganic salts.
Mixture. Now that I think about it, if I didn’t have the tolerance and accommodation of my parents, I would have returned to my hometown long ago.
The clockwork of the years gradually relaxes, and as we grow up quietly, we begin to look for recognition towards our relatives, friends and colleagues.
So we know what it means to be separated from all relatives, what it means to be inconsistent, and what it means to be alone and separated.
It's like the soul that was originally entangled was suddenly torn in half one day, and the pain was as if the most important organ in the body had been removed.
Love is a dazzling scam. When we should use our brains, our minds are always disturbed. We can only go on blindfolded without regrets.
Throughout the ages, there have been too many words, songs, dramas, and arts that have recorded the beauty and pain of this emotion, but those who have truly been there have tacitly chosen to remain silent.
There is a little greed hidden in all scams. Love fills the hole of loneliness, the villa fills the hole of insecurity, money fills the hole of humility, education fills the hole of vulgarity, and consumption fills the hole of vulgarity.
Boring hole.
All these things that we have spent our lives in exchange for are stuffed into our hearts, but what we get is nothing but self-satisfaction.
The whole world is a scam, whether it is success or love, it makes people fall into one quagmire after another.
It stirred up bunches of foam, but every time someone flew in, they discovered that they were just phantoms one after another.
After experiencing too many ups and downs in life, we will suddenly find ourselves abandoned by the whole world, and at the moment of death, perhaps we will understand that everything we have pursued so crazily is meaningless no matter how much it is.
Since this game is a scam, the intimacy between the bait and the hook must be indispensable. Those who are greedy for small profits are mostly old, weak, women and children, as well as middle-aged men and women whose lives are more difficult.
Because he has endured hardship for a long time, whenever there is a chance to turn over, he will rush forward without hesitation, wearing a bloody suit and holding a steel halberd.
Those who are overconfident live in their own old land all day long. They survey the land like a king and enjoy the pleasure of controlling their destiny all the time. They are confident that they can transform into the Nascent Soul, crush the void, and look down upon them in the three thousand immortal worlds.
.Holding an ancient sword, slaying a demon and subjugating a group of dead warriors.
Those with ulterior motives are good at observing words and deeds, seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages. How many desperate people have been pushed into the abyss by them; how many people who are hungry and cold have been imprisoned after getting what they wanted.
He only listened to and believed their advice, and the knife hidden in his smile had already penetrated into his bones and blood, his mask was stuck to his flesh and blood, and blood lines were drawn at the corners of his mouth.
Scam is the emperor's new clothes, and it is also a game for the authorities. Conventional things are the most confusing, because they always hide in dark corners and look at the past bits and pieces with cold eyes.
The linearity of time has become the most gentle deception. The reason why the authorities are obsessed is just because they are in their own logic, have made up too many unrealistic plots, and consumed too many whimsical emotions.
The premise of all scams is to satisfy some of our psychological expectations and loosen our defenses. The bottomless pit is full of temptations.
There is no free lunch in the world, and there will be no pie falling from the sky. Intuition is always more reliable than logic. We feel that we are the lucky one chosen by heaven, but we don't know that those who are courteous for nothing are either traitors or thieves.
To put it bluntly, life is like a psychological counselor who is proficient in human nature. The more confused we are, the more nervous we will be; the more hasty we are, the more loopholes we will have; the more we give everything we have, the more nothing will be accomplished.
We can never wake up those who pretend to be asleep, let alone hurt the nerves that have been numbed long ago. The mortal world is originally a scam. If there is a day when they wake up from their dreams, how many people will be in pain and wish to live.
We are all fragile creatures. If we want to survive in the world, we can only perform this scam well. There is no other way.
We all live in the fog of illusion, and we will only choose what we like, or love what we choose. Time itself is an accomplice of the truth, and as it goes by, countless scams will eventually reveal their true appearance.
If we think about it from another angle, perhaps the world we live in is just a corner carefully manipulated by others. They have arranged the outline of the story, but they are monitoring our every move all the time, whether it is highs and lows, or when we wake up and sleep.
Just like Easter pumpkins are the most greedy for candy, and like vendors looking forward to the rainy season, wandering in the mortal world with paper umbrellas in their arms. The living continue to choose the direction to move forward, and so do the dead.