片刻分类: Saying of the Day

Even dogs are so sad these days.

I've seen a lot of sadness and joy, which doesn't mean anything because I can't empathize with it, and want to know a lot of stories because history is a cycle I don't want to repeat.

When the economy is free, people will be free. Rural family life is nothing more than three melons and two jujubes brought about by jealousy and comparison and other foul winds, can not transcend the commonplace can only struggle in the dyestuff tank. The family bought a piece of land, ready to dig a pond to fish, four clowns red-eyed seller or previous entanglements, this complaint to the Land Office.

The most important thing a man can do is to meet a good man.

I'm a little angry that any suffering is bullying honest people. Watching a good friend's company set up a trap and get screwed over, unable to do anything about it. Still really afraid of hooligans have culture.

Love and hate are symbiotic, sweet when it's sweet, and hate when it's asking God when your retribution will come. Has been the past few years, dream or accidentally see. No love and no hate pass by all expressionless that is really all the curtains.

See other people big brother make money, than their own business loss of money is still difficult to chatgpt provide API interface to write a PHP language call site single page, people sell 599, one day sold 600,000, got a public welfare website diversion hang Google ADS day into the account of 10,000 U.S. dollars, some people a lifetime can not earn people this one day of the money. The wind is always on the mountain, the need for courage and bottom line.

Hometown houses, a piece of the daytime even a piece of tightly together, the night light stars. Hurriedly wandering half a lifetime, from childhood to read hard, after growing up do not see the hometown of the spring, summer and autumn, people outside, the soul is also outside, busy dozens of loads, hometown on the mountain pile up a small packet of earth, but also tightly together.

Today is the Lantern Festival to go to the great-grandmother and grandparents to hang lamps, have not been there for many years, there is a little emotion. The earth brick house fell more than ten years, turned into a piece of rubble, in front of the door of the shade of the small bamboo forest, crescent-like small pond, are with time disappeared.

Recently, busy dead, but also came to the great aunt, comfort friends for a few days, but their own scars lifted the bleeding flower. Yesterday I met a classmate, I thought I hadn't seen him for many years, and I didn't necessarily recognize him when I met him, but it turned out that I recognized him at a glance.