Wind and rain, life, enlightenment, friends

Enlighten friends in life through storms

Text: This Life by Dream Photography: Bon Voyage 889

Produced by: Qianqian Micro Magazine (ID: YHFW6699)

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Life is a long walk and a process of constant exploration. In the flow of time, we gradually grow and learn to be grateful.

We will meet countless people in life. From being strangers to knowing each other and cherishing each other for a long time, we have to go through a long process. people's hearts".

After thousands of sails, you will know who is your friend and who is your enemy, who will accompany you silently when you are in adversity, and who will give you a roll of the eyes when you are down. And go.

It is often said: Life is a journey that can be taken as soon as you want. What is left along the way is the passing scenery. Only good friends can accompany you through the journey.

When I reach forty, I have gained so many insights. I want to say thank you to those friends who have always supported and encouraged me in virtual and real life. Thank you for always being there. This life is not easy. I am grateful for your company. , I will cherish this rare fate in this life.

People say that a good friend is a lifelong treasure, and a true friend is a lifelong blessing. Having a friend who can never leave you in a materialistic environment is even more worth cherishing.

The feelings between friends are complementary to each other. They are never unilaterally given, only taken. Friendship without giving is a waste of true love and fails to live up to the beauty.

When you are good to me, I will give you a piece of candy and you will say good things to me; when you are angry with me, you will stab me in the back, and I will retaliate and hate you forever.

What friends need is honest thoughts and kind reminders. You can’t hurt your friends, but you shouldn’t hurt your friends either. This is the most basic kindness in life.

I avoid the word "world of mortals" and live alone in a world of loneliness. I know that it is not easy for anyone in this world. Life has to be busy for three meals a day. Who is not running around to make ends meet, and who is not shedding tears and pretending to be strong. They are just wiping away the embarrassing days and tired themselves. Gorgeous disguise.

When you are alive, don’t be arrogant when you are proud; when you are frustrated, don’t complain; when you are happy, laugh out; when you are sad, hide it. This is life, go round and round, practice repeatedly, every loss must be rewarded, and good and evil will eventually be rewarded, right?

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Life is in a hurry, and the world seems to be as solid as copper walls and iron walls. People are unpredictable, coming and going in a hurry like clouds and flowing water, and few are willing to stop and wait.

We sigh about fate and hold tightly what we have in our hands. In fact, how much can we hold in our hands? As far as friends are concerned, friendship without any intersection of interests is the purest. It has no intrigues, no philistine fighting, only waiting, only understanding, but it is worth thousands of words!

Once upon a time, we were intoxicated in those sweet words and refused to wake up, soaked in the sugar-coated bullets of fair-weather friends, and were unwilling to face the reality.

Ask yourself, what has lost our eyes and caused them to lose their original clarity? It is the illusory dreams and the inescapable loneliness that make us fearful, rather than understanding life.

At the end of the beacon smoke, the thick fog dispersed, and we gradually got out of the lost way. We grabbed a handful of soil to identify the direction, smelled the fragrance of flowers to comfort our souls, and wrote a paragraph to record what we were thinking. I still dare not reveal my inner fragility to the world.

What are we afraid of? Afraid of letting down, afraid of leaving, afraid of those past events that we rarely get together but are separated again, those people who cannot be forgotten?

I think we are all children running in the heavy rain with no one to hold an umbrella. I want to indulge myself, but I am worried about getting caught in the rain. I want to shout loudly and let the world hear the echo of my heart, but no one responds. , there is only loneliness, endless loneliness...

You will not be lonely if you have friends. The desire for a few close friends is for the understanding that is hard to buy. When we are tired, we lend each other a pair of shoulders to lean on; when we are cold, we cling to each other to keep warm, so that we are not afraid of a long night.

A thousand pieces of gold are easy to come by, but a confidant is hard to find. When people reach middle age, they take things lightly and look away. They gradually withdraw from the hustle and bustle, stay away from right and wrong, and don’t want to chase the waves in the crowd.

Life is nothing more than a circle. Going round and round will not make you too complacent. No matter how angular your personality is, it cannot withstand the polishing of time. What smooths you is the warmth and warmth of human relationships, birth, old age, illness and death, and the sophistication of the human heart.

I often walk alone on a quiet road, or sit quietly in a corner, silent. I even have conflicts with my lover, but I am too lazy to argue, and I have misunderstandings with my friends, and I am lazy to explain.

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When white hair passes through the fingertips and wrinkles climb up the forehead, only a few people can enter my heart, and there are fewer and fewer people I want to see, my relatives. As they left me one by one, I really realized that time flies by and I grow old in a blink of an eye. Those people or things that were once worth remembering have escaped our sight and have become blurry and distant.

Look, another midsummer is gone, and another autumn is coming.

Listen carefully, the evening breeze blows past your ears, wisps of coolness permeate the fields, the sweet chirping of cicadas, the sound of frog drums, the rushing of the Pearl River, the sound of rising tides one after another, look up at the night sky, the stars are dotted, and the fireflies are twinkling. In the night sky, light a lantern to guide me.

Look, the bright eyes are twinkling, like pairs of eyes looking at me, bright and clear, tender as water, full of expectations, praise, encouragement, and everything I can perceive. warmth.

In the night sky, I opened my arms and shouted loudly, it is you, it must be you, silently waiting for me to come back, loving the time deeply...