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The vastness and comp
The vastness and complexity of the world are beyond anyone's imagination, in front of which the individual is but a small straw. In the face of the boundless magic mirror of the world, we see our own floating shadow, divided by the wind into a fragile individual, clearly living in the same world, but have been alone for no reason. Even if said to be independent, completely rely on their own strength to create a gorgeous sky, but until a thousand sails over the bustling disperse, but found themselves from the bottom of my heart or desire a pair of hands. Those hands came from the clouds, with the heat of the heart, it silently accepted you and silently carried you to the other side. How can we live alone, we meet so many people every day on the road of life, we form each other's lives. Some of them might stay, so we approach each other, become friends and walk the rest of the way together. They give you friendship, they give you laughter, they give you warmth, they give you support. But really such friends are not many after all, you don't know when you will meet them.The real basis on which people judge your ability is not how many things you have in your head, but your actions. People trust down-to-earth people, they think: this person dares to say and do, must know how to do the best. I have yet to hear anyone praised for not bothering others, not taking action, or waiting for orders to do something. Those leaders in business and government are very capable and hard-working people, people who are 100 percent motivated. Those who stand on the sidelines will never lead. Whether it's spontaneous or passive, it's habit. Habit is like a rope, we spin a rope every day, and finally it is too thick to break. The rope of habit will either lead us to the peak or the trough, depending on the habit or the bad habit. Bad habits can make or break us. They are easy to develop but hard to maintain. Good habits are hard to form, but easy to keep.Night, can grasp the night is less and less. But we never seem to think about what time means to us in this perspective, what it means to miss a night, and what it means to seize it. When reading this story, I almost shed tears, because in the days before I entered the repeat school, I also experienced such years. I am very glad that I have a chance to come again after missing, and it is this time to grasp the fate of my life. What changes will happen to you in one night? I was in a bad mood that year when I failed my college entrance exam. I want to go out to work to earn more money for my parents, maybe that can make up for my guilt towards them. Father said, when the field work is finished, we will make plans. At that time, the wheat had been harvested, but my mother fell ill, and there was still a field in my family that had not been planted with corn. There was a heavy rain during the night. It was a good time to plant corn. At noon the next day, my father and I set out. The seeds are in plastic buckets, and my father digs and pits me with seeds, two seeds in each pit. The hot sun of the fifth lunar month seems to recover all the rain last night, the ground is hot like a steamer, I sweat, my father is also breathing heavily. By the time the sun went down I was exhausted and my mouth was dry. We've run out of seeds with four rows to plant. Relieved, I said to my father that it was getting dark, let's call it a day and bring the seeds tomorrow. Dad said nothing, hid his hoe in a pile of straw in the field, and we went home. Back home, I drank water, comfortable on the kang to sleep, but saw my father in the corn seeds, I asked not tomorrow to plant? What's the use of preparing now? Dad smiled and said that the field must be planted tonight, otherwise the harvest will fail in the future. I can't believe it. Isn't it just one night away? Dad said that we took a nap and passed through the night, but the seeds planted do not sleep, and the corn on the same plot is planted overnight, the yield difference can be big. Seeing my disbelief, my father pointed to the corn hanging under the eaves and said, You see, these and the storage are the harvest of this land, before and after a day. I picked up the corn ear under the eaves and compared it with the store, about 3 cm short! I took a few more comparisons, without exception, the size of the corn under the eaves is generally small!
By Jacob Deitrick3 years ago in Humor
The Password Paradox
A Tale of Forgetfulness, Redemption, and Unexpected Discoveries In a world where technology ruled and passwords safeguarded digital kingdoms, there lived a character named Emily. She was an adventurous soul, always seeking new experiences and challenges. However, there was one challenge she consistently faced โ forgetting her passwords.
By kulandaivel3 years ago in Humor
We all have the most
We all have the most important person in our lives, and that person is our mother. Is mom, let us come to this beautiful world; Our mothers raised us; Mother taught us the truth that we should love our mother, honor our mother. My mother has a pair of big eyes, listen to a straight nose on the shelf with a pair of glasses, and a black bright hair. My mother takes care of me everywhere in my life. Always afraid that I do not have enough to eat, wear warm, sleep well, but they save the simple use of food. My mother not only cares about me in life, but also in study. I remember one time, I was walking home with more than 70 points of the paper, and I felt that my world was dark, because I had never taken such a low score before. Back home, I did not say hello to my mother. Mom saw me dejected and said, "What's wrong?" Why are you slouching? Did you do badly on your exam? After listening to my mother's words, I could not bear it any longer and jumped on my mother and cried. Mother helped me wipe away tears, said: Take the test paper to mom, OK? I nodded, took out the paper and handed it to my mother, my mother looked carefully and said: I think these questions you are too careless will be wrong, the next time more careful. You know what? In fact, failure is not terrible, terrible is not able to stand up from failure. There is no use crying, as Laxnes said: tears cannot wash away pain. More gas! I'm sure you'll do well in the next exam. After listening to my mother's words, I thought: Yes! The road of life can not be smooth sailing, there will always be such difficulties, setbacks. After I have to go through a lot of ups and downs, now by this small difficulty to beat down how? So I cheer up again. A mother's love is great. Mother's love is like a spring breeze, gently, gently brushed my heart. It is because of my mother's love that I can thrive. Who said inch grass heart, reported three chunhui. In the future, I will do my best to honor my mother and repay my mother.The coach runs on the vast Weishui plain. The sky is unusually dark, and a gust of cool wind blows into the slightly crowded car from time to time, adding a cool touch to the hot and cheerful atmosphere of tourism. In the car, I looked at the looming river and the "modern" Ba Bridge in the distance, and my thoughts drifted back to the five thousand years of history of the Ba River. Willow with smoke Ba bank spring, climbing for pedestrians every year." The area of Ba Shui used to be the only way to enter and exit the ancient capital, the traffic of Tong and Yao, and the only way to travel east and west. Naturally, the Ba Bridge above it has also become a place for literati and relatives and friends to say goodbye, where people break off willow branches and confide in each other. Suddenly, the car stopped on the side of the road, I walked out of the car with the people. All of a sudden, a cool breeze blowing, so that I understand, to, this is once the faraway place Ba water. Walking slowly on the hard frozen soil of the river, facing the waves of rustling winter wind, looking at the desolate expanse of the plain, my heart not only rose waves of sadness like cold wind. Where is the Ba Bridge that has soaked through the tears of travelers and bathed in the vicissitudes of history? Looking at the river, several majestic Bridges immediately and stubbornly squeezed into the eye, but the Bridges here are modern products, the ancient simple Ba Bridge and hidden where? Then I realized that the ancient bridge was actually no longer there. I looked around, trying to find some trace of its existence, but all I saw was a desolate plain. Suddenly I was filled with emotion in my heart, I seemed to see that is immersed in the river of time in the Ba Bridge, looking at the distant flow, with a lot of simple things disappeared in the distance. My heart can not help but rise the feeling of farewell, just like the ancient farewell on the ancient Ba Bridge. People always say that "development changes fast", but has anyone noticed what changes in the rapid change? Not only the old debris, even those representing the long culture, the long history of things are gradually lost with the development of the Ba Bridge, is it possible for us to let a culture and relics that have not disappeared continue to walk on the road of the Ba Bridge?
By BRANDON GAGNARD3 years ago in Humor
Satan, Sick of Summons . Top Story - June 2023. Content Warning.
Satan started off as a great warrior for anarchy and free will, a genuine rebel without a cause. He hadnโt intended to be evil, he just didnโt like living by the rules. After being banished to hell, god sends books to earth explaining how to summon Satan, just to annoy him. Every time someone uses one of these books and does a summoning spell, they always ask Satan to do a really monotonous and sometimes evil favor, and after thousands of years, Satan is annoyed. He actually earned his deal making reputation by trying to make deals to get out of doing favors.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Humor
"Laughs and Lessons: A Comedy Series"
๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ฝ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ญ: "๐ง๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ ๐ถ๐๐ฝ๐น๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ป๐๐"โฃ ๐๐บ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐๐ด๐ช๐ด: ๐๐ฐ๐ฃ, ๐ข ๐ข๐ฃ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต-๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ข๐ธ๐บ๐ฆ๐ณ, ๐ข๐ณ๐ณ๐ช๐ท๐ฆ๐ด ๐ข๐ต ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฌ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐๐ข๐ฏ๐ต๐ด. ๐๐ฆ ๐ต๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ช๐ค๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ถ๐จ๐จ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ธ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ช๐ฎ๐๐ฐ๐ณ๐ต๐ข๐ฏ๐ต ๐ค๐ข๐ด๐ฆ. ๐๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ฐ๐ฏ: ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฎ๐๐ฐ๐ณ๐ต๐ข๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ง-๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ง๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ต๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ๐ด.โฃ
By Christopher Capellan3 years ago in Humor
"The Hilarious Journey of Indian Weddings"
The Hilarious Journey of Indian Introduction: Indian weddings are an extravaganza of love, emotions, and never-ending buffets. Beyond the glitz and glamour, they often feature side-splitting situations that leave guests in stitches. In this article, we embark on a comical exploration of the perils and pleasures that make Indian weddings truly unforgettable.
By naresh nacchu3 years ago in Humor
Dear Dad
Dear Dad: A Heartfelt Letter to My Father Introduction Dear Dad, this letter is a tribute to you, the incredible person and father that you are. Throughout my life, you have been a guiding light, a source of strength, and an unwavering support system. I want to express my gratitude and love for you, and let the world know just how special you are. In this letter, I will share some cherished memories, life lessons learned from you, and the impact you have had on shaping the person I am today.
By Aftab Ahmed3 years ago in Humor
