Denise W Pierce
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1. peace of mind, to be happy. Heart if the water, can not hold. Confinement will only deepen its desire for freedom; indulgence will only increase the length of pain. To live happily, you must first give yourself peace of mind. The real peace of mind is not to achieve your wishes, because the sea of desire is boundless, but to be calm. The wall is a thousand feet high, and no desire is just. A calm heart does not count gains and losses, knows how to forgive, and naturally wins a piece of peace. A quiet and happy life, to be exchanged for a quiet heart. 2.
By Denise W Pierce3 years ago in Humans
Embrace, this moment of peace
Late winter days, the air crinkled, gloomy, a little breathless feeling, to the taste of tears. Looking at the pedestrians on the road, the hurried steps, thinking: is the mood for the year, harvesting the joy of moving it? Or the long-lost relatives, looking forward to at the distant intersection; or the clear eyes, staring at the narrow country road on the sparse vehicles: Mom and Dad in which one car ah?
By Denise W Pierce3 years ago in Fiction
Let mom live a good life forever
Mom, you are there ...... why you quietly left me ah! Mom, do you know how much I miss you ...... Whenever it's late at night, I weep. I know how deeply my mother loved us, she was reluctant to leave us! Although she is speechless, her eyes full of tears, tell me how much she is clinging to us ah ......
By Denise W Pierce3 years ago in Families
That early morning
Early in the morning, I was called up by my mother. I was a little dissatisfied, usually, I always have to stay in bed a little longer. But when I saw my mother's tense face in a daze, I seemed to understand something for a moment, and my heart trembled vaguely.
By Denise W Pierce3 years ago in Fiction
People in middle age
The wind rose at first, blowing a pool of autumn water, such as a wrinkle on the face of people over middle age; green willow branches began to appear with yellowing leaves, such as people over middle age the hair mixed with a few hints of gray. Look at the river ripples, listen to the leaves whispering, and can not help but sigh the years like water, time is not waiting for me.
By Denise W Pierce3 years ago in Fiction
