Conflict, venting

Letting go is not a relief. You go to your sea and sky, we go backward, in the last page of this book, I see the result, I get all this relief. No more tears, no more distress. Let time wear down the boredom of this enough. I'm proud that I made such a great decision, I'm proud that I endured the torment and then stepped in triumph and looked at you with contempt as you did when you ignored me. I am happy to spend my future light years. I have finally found my true self and can say to you "enough is enough, what are you,!" I finally saw your degradation, your essence, you're incorrigible, recognize you, is my proudest thing, know you, is my greatest failure.

I need to vent the fire in my stomach. I need to pay tribute to my fading time, the best explanation for reality.

Once, always appreciate the phrase: "I'd rather laugh and shed tears than cry and say I regret." Once upon a time, I was convinced that I wouldn't regret anything I did, but I was wrong, and I hated to laugh with regret at some of the things I did in the past. It's ridiculous to the extreme, and I'm sick of it. More and more paradoxically, I am tired of this world, but I always have the heart to tell myself that some things are not so entangled. It's just a cycle of complexity and simplicity. Is it just that?

Why are the things I meet always so complicated? How come the people I meet always turn simplicity into complication? I always feel like I'm stubborn and paranoid sometimes. The political book says that no one is perfect. But I can not tolerate that shortcoming, people can laugh it off, but I still have to think for half a day, and even angry.

I feel like a fireball, a fireball that is not easy to approach, always able to burn itself and burn others.

I don't know what my ideal is, I always feel bad about this and that. Picking on myself, picking on others, picking on people and things in this world. I was conflicted, thinking, and reflecting all the time, but I was not able to change a single inconsistency. The brain nerves are disordered and tense all the time. I can't find, I can't find the peace I expect.

No one understands me, no one understands my helplessness, they only see the surface so cheerful me, but do not know, do not know that I cry in the dark at times.

The happiness on my face, others can see, but the pain in my heart, who knows?

A glimpse of life

1

This sentence was written at the beginning of a book, thought-provoking. Think about it, but it is so. Everyone will face the pain of life, but everyone has a different attitude towards pain. There is pain that is called life. There are blossoms and flowers, shades and shades, laughter and tears, struggle and glory, success and pride, making up a multi-taste life.

2

Gardenia blooming summer, in the same village in two different families, was born a boy, and a girl. Hourly, they depend on each other, the two little ones have no guesses, and the village people say they are a natural pair.

As adults, the two entered the hall of the university, for their studies and hard work, for their work and hard work, for their ideals.

The two love each other and are in love with each other. Loved each other deeply. Soon after, there were children of their own and a warm home.

The old husband said: the years are not forgiving! In a flash, we are both old, who will go first after us!"

With tears in her eyes, the old woman said, "Yes! My body is no longer able to do so. All my life, we were a loving couple who never left each other. Now we have to mention this. In the past, you were always in front of me, opening the way for me, sheltering me from the wind and rain. It looks like I have to go ahead of you, take care of the children, take care of the grandchildren."

The old man said, "We both have a wonderful enough life, a brilliant career, a wonderful family, and our desires, but they have all been realized, and fame and fortune in the world are no longer important. We are 'win the body before life after the name, poor white occurrence.' A lifetime of pursuing ideals for our cause, but people are getting old."

Soon after, the old woman left. After two years, the old husband also followed.

3

We will be moved by their love story.

"Can ever who would like to bear the changes of the years. May I know that I have you by my side all my life?

This is the fragment of life, this is the glimpse of life, life has length, but can be broadened in its width. Let our limited life play an infinite value. Some people have short lives, but they become great people by doing extraordinary things.

Some people have a long life, but the doctor bumbling, since the life, we must live a wonderful life, live out the value of life; since the death, to die a painful death, die with a bang, so that people reverberate.

4

There will always be someone who will make you pay for your life in silence.

There will always be someone who will make you feel the joy of life.

There will always be someone who needs to let you send her off for her departure.

Thank you for being with the people in your life.