Faygath Fyaharh
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I can love you to death, can not love you to shame.
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Emotional Stories
How many times, rafting on the rivers of memory; how many times, wandering in the nursery of the mind ...... just to edit down the scene of unforgettable scenes, treasured in the heart. I remember, in the days of black and white film, we were looking at the few but precious photos, again and again. The photos are yellowing day by day, while our inner memories and emotions are constantly being evoked. The colors in the depths of those years have become a landscape that never fades in our hearts. Emotions are the flowers that are awakened in the memory and bloom silently in the night of the soul. However, when did those cherished "drops" in life get diluted in our quick browsing and frequent updates, and those cherished emotions in the past now fall like dust? Technology continues to advance, the era of digital technology has arrived, photos have become more, and our emotions are being lost. The progress of technology has indeed brought many conveniences to our life and promoted the continuous development of society. But at the same time, our bodies and minds are getting numb in the fast-paced, high-efficiency life. Shouldn't we pick up the bag of emotions? When the poet stood on the sand dike by the sea and raised a glass to look at the moon, singing the sentence "the sea rises to the moon, the sky is the same at this time", the lonely Hong and the sea moon fly together, crimson sentiment, such as a wisp of xiao sound under the moon by the building. The glass of wine is full of blessings and thoughts for friends and is filled with a cup of moonlight, a small sip of which will intoxicate the moon for a thousand years. The time is like water, send far away a flatboat. Time is not old, and then a pot of turbid wine, see the river water diffuse like the spring tide. The whistling sea breeze of a thousand years, Zhang Jiuling's sea breeze, hovering over the head of the years, sprinkling a light rain like smoke in the dust of history. Even though separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, the deep blessings and thoughts can transcend the distance of time and space, and eventually become an intoxicating eternity in cultural history. However, today, although there is fast and convenient delivery, people are less deeply attached, becoming wooden. As a popular saying goes, "The most distant distance in the world is when I'm sitting shoulder to shoulder with you and you're playing with your phone!" When the sentiment of "The people of the past have taken the yellow crane to go, the place is empty of the yellow crane tower" has nothing to hide under the forced view of the colorful neon; when the bright and pleasant "two orioles singing in the green willow, a line of egrets on the green sky" is thrown to the sky by the boisterous sound of people; when When the deep emotion of "Nian go, a thousand miles of smoke and waves" is covered up by the sound of steamer whistles into inaudible sighs ...... people have lost their emotions, self, and soul in their busy lives. Let us pick up the emotional bag, to quietly listen to the footsteps of time from the flood, so that life's precious drops in the mind stretched into a warm scroll, so that life is filled with layers of upwelling touch. The former dust and shadows, long mountains, and distant waters, along with the precious memories, are not a few photos can carry all. What we need more is the distant thoughts of the mind and the cleansing of emotions!
By Faygath Fyaharh2 years ago in Humans
Plant a big tree to enjoy the coolness
My good friend Qiu Hong is a high school English teacher, not very tall, but contains great energy in his body. "In the world, nine out of ten things are not as good as they should be" a famous scholar Zhang Zhongxing often said, it is very appropriate to use it on Qiu Hong, the nine out of ten things are not as good as they should be, the most unfavorable is a single life is not easy. Qiu Hong divorced early, a person in the city without relatives, with a small daughter, but also does not see her any pessimistic mood, in her own words: "single life is not my will, but I have no choice since there is no choice, I must live a good single life, this good is also no choice."
By Faygath Fyaharh2 years ago in Fiction
Night comes
The day gradually darkened in front of my eyes, looking out from the playground, everything in the distance has been blurred, even the usually lofty mountains, only a vague outline remains, not to mention the trees that are visible in the daytime on the opposite side of the mountain. The students were in class, and the people playing basketball on the playground were leaving in twos and threes, leaving me alone in the large playground. The moon had not yet risen, and my vision could not penetrate the darkness of the night, so I returned to my office by the faint light projected from the classroom window.
By Faygath Fyaharh2 years ago in Fiction
What is life
Life is like a movie, but in this movie, there is no rehearsal, there is no rehearsal, there is no NG, there is only the sequel, constantly pushing the new sequel, every day, every hour, and even every second is staged, and we are all the characters in this movie called life. I believe there may have been a pair of eyes watching, peering at all kinds of people in the dark, observing their happiness, sadness, sorrow, and happiness. Is the owner of the eyes also like manipulating the puppet at our whim, but we do not know it?
By Faygath Fyaharh2 years ago in Fiction
Rainstorm
The first two days have been hot and muggy, so I had to put myself under the air conditioner from the morning at a constant temperature, a day down, the whole person is feeling depressed, like the kind of plant that does not see the sun for a long time, no luster wilting. The extreme longing for cool rain and thick clouds that can cover the hot sun, so the balcony will be more than one nothing to see the clouds I, but also fussed with the children, look, clouds slowly up, rain is not far away! In the afternoon, with the strong wind that I didn't know the direction of, and with the excitement that the weather forecast gave me three days ago, I said loudly, "The rain is coming to fill the building, let the rain come more violently! The fact is, I saw a thick fog in the distant sky, rushing in the direction of my fast-moving, instantly, the skyscrapers in front of me one by one drowned in this mass of gray-white fog, the wind mixed with the rain to the face, I can vaguely hear the sound of people stirring downstairs, my emotions immediately climbed to the peak of complacency, like meeting the fiery embrace of lovers, forgetting to enjoy the wind blowing rain.
By Faygath Fyaharh2 years ago in Fiction
Live in your own world
Some people say that I always live in my world. In fact, what is wrong with living in your world? Self-sufficiency, occasional mediocrity, and occasional unconscious complacency, this is not very good. I have put it down. I like to occasionally miss that past self so much that I once could fight for everything myself. Now I just want to live every day with a heartless smile.
By Faygath Fyaharh2 years ago in Fiction
The future of the road so go
The road, really is their own choice, are their footprints one footprint stepped out ...... Therefore, we should not go to regret, should not go to regret, should not go to complain, because from the beginning to the end is our own then walk ......
By Faygath Fyaharh2 years ago in Fiction
Afternoon Musings
The afternoon sun is hidden in the clouds, leaving the wind blowing lightly and the curtains swaying lightly, very good! Rest from work, avoid disturbance, rest from the phone, and listen to music, along with leisure Xu picks up a moment of leisure, in the recliner to stretch life.
By Faygath Fyaharh2 years ago in Fiction
There is a taste of happiness in the world
White porcelain cups lying quietly on the table, delicate and gentle looking like a young girl in March, curls of steam rose from them. The yellow ones are chrysanthemums, and the bright ones are roses, floating and sinking.
By Faygath Fyaharh2 years ago in Fiction
- Top Story - August 2022
Autumn in the Mountain CountryTop Story - August 2022
In October, I took the opportunity of a long vacation to visit my mother in the mountains. On a crisp morning, we set off from Xi'an by car. We heard that the Xiping Expressway was open to traffic, so we got on the expressway with a feeling of appreciation and feeling. After the toll station entrance of Xianyang Airport is the avenue of Xiping Expressway, a flat and new avenue across the second loess plateau of Xianyang, the green belt on both sides of the road can not stop the red and yellow apples hanging on the branches, the glory of the red persimmons, can not stop the corn, pears and dates and various colors of the attractive fragrance of flowers. When walking through Liquan and Yongshou, the fog was so thick that it was hard to see ahead and to the sides, so the car slowed down and moved slowly in the autumn fragrance. Some people say that the sky is against us, not allowing us to feast our eyes, I say that the sky is afraid that we are intoxicated with the beauty of autumn, the fragrance of autumn flowers, and let us focus on the trip. After Bin County into Changwu, the fog slowly dispersed into a line of white clouds floating in the blue sky, the golden sunshine spread the wilderness, the breeze blowing refreshing.
By Faygath Fyaharh2 years ago in Fiction
We just walked through
We travel Heze, no matter, what others say she is "very broken" I admit, from college to graduate work, I was ashamed to say that my hometown, the point of inferiority, including the disappointment of the hometown. However, no matter where you go, you can't dismiss the fact that I am a Heze person. Once, I was annoyed by the manager's phrase "from the west". I always thought, "What about the west? We drift in Shandong and even around the country, to live by our own hands to run life, building the motherland. We do not steal or rob, why do we still end up in such a situation?
By Faygath Fyaharh2 years ago in Fiction