Holly D Salter
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Love really can't afford to wait
How many destinies fall, how many glances back; how much sorrow and joy, how much love and hate; how much of the past, how much of a glance back? The ferry of life, we are all passers-by, but how many of them stop? It's not that you don't know how to cherish it, some destiny is long and short, or turn around the end of the world or a moment of beauty. The coming is by chance, the going is inevitable. No, give up, how to have; no experience, how to choose. The world's warmth and cold; calmly and peacefully, is the breeze. The edge to cherish the edge, the edge to go with the edge. The same as the fate of the same, the same as the fate of the same. Love in time, speechless and speechless, there is love like no love; love in the world, there is no one sorry who, only who does not know how to cherish who. The people are always like this, when they have no idea of the precious, lost only to regret it. When love has become death, there will not be so much love at the end of the lights. When love has been helpless, turn away from the warmth of perhaps a lifetime. The fact is that you can't have a lot of time, but you can have a lot of time. The fact is that you can't lose your heart; you can't forget your true feelings. The person in front of you is cherished, so that love has no regrets.
By Holly D Salter2 years ago in Humans
A bowl of noodles to remember a lifetime
When I was a kid, I heard people say "the restaurant", so I asked my dad with a smile on my face, "What do you mean by the restaurant?" Dad laughed, "One day, I will take you to eat noodles." "Really? When will you go?" Dad looked at the sweet sorghum in the yard and said, "When the sweet sorghum grows taller, I will take you there." I was excited and waiting for .......
By Holly D Salter2 years ago in Humans
Mom said: He's old, he wants to curse, let him curse!
It is rare to have free time to drive, early to get up yourself, but unknowingly hike to the entrance of the town library. I was standing there: the slightly annoying breeze slipped by obscenely in front of my eyes, and my mind inexplicably replayed the unforgettable years of struggling under the sea of books and words.
By Holly D Salter2 years ago in Fiction
A wall
Years ago, my family lived in an old tiled house, due to family poverty, the four walls were not painted, when the rainy season came, the roof leaked everywhere, there was no shelter, the roof turned over and over, after how many times to repair, now there is a little home feeling. The memories of my home are always so vague, but behind this vagueness are engraved the most painful memories. The four walls are dark, the marks are mottled, there is water washing left behind, there is a crash left behind, there is ignorant we scratch down ...... a road, a scene, in the blur is clear.
By Holly D Salter2 years ago in Humans
A mother's account of her daughter
My daughter is twenty years old. During this period, the mind from time to time back to the daughter's twenty years of the little bits and pieces, thinking that these memories will be recorded, is also a kind of memorial. When I put pen to paper, I realized that the pen was dry. So, let's take it at face value and let the pen go with the heart.
By Holly D Salter2 years ago in Fiction
I will always shine on you as a star
That year, she was ten and you were nine, and you and she were catching robins in a tree. Accidentally, you fell from the tree and broke the new dress your mother had just bought for you. You were so scared that you whimpered and cried. At that moment, she came over, took off her dress, and gave you a new one. When she got home, she was beaten up by her mom while you just stood by in silence.
By Holly D Salter2 years ago in Families
intimacy
On the road of life, kinship is the most lasting motivation, to selfless help rely; on the most lonely road, kinship is the truest companion, let the heart feel warm comfort; in the most helpless crossroads, kinship is a clear roadmap, guide the direction of success.
By Holly D Salter2 years ago in Humans
You grow up with me, I'll grow old with you
You grow up with me, I grow old with you Perhaps, indeed, you are not a good person. You hold a grudge, not at all what magnanimity. What no spectrum of things also dares to do, completely no scruples. Bad temper, everything can not sink, always very easy to offend people.
By Holly D Salter2 years ago in Families