My beautiful boss and I

With a loud bang, my brain sat up abruptly, closed my eyes tightly, and bit my teeth hard

I know what I did after drinking last night. I know what happened to Qiutong and I after we got drunk!

I took away the illusory dog excrement in the air of Qiutong, and then it disappeared completely.

I don't know how the new chapter will be continued, who will continue, me, her or us.

In the new chapter, I don't know how much entanglement and pain there will be, how many hardships and frustrations there will be, how much tenderness and joy there will be.

The long road of life, I struggled, I lost, I laughed, I cried, I was heartbeating, I was dejected, I was obsessed with madness, I tangled pain, I had ambition, I decadent. From time to time, I feel that living in this world is like walking in the desert and getting lost, confused, lonely and helpless. I also feel that life is like chess, one wrong and lose the game.

In life, give up the give up is helpless, give up should not give up is incompetent; do not give up the give up is ignorance, do not give up should not give up is persistent.

Just, in front of the harsh reality, I don't know what I should grasp, what I should give up, whether I should be helpless or incompetent, whether I should be ignorant or persistent.

In the afternoon, the weather suddenly changed, the cold wind howled, and then snowflakes floated in the sky. Under the cold wind, the goose feather like snow fell on the land of Xinghai.

The weather forecast says it's the biggest snow since this winter. Maybe it will be the last and biggest snow in 2009.

During the whole day, I sat in the office, staring at the snowflakes flying outside the window in a daze, thinking about what happened during my trip to Dandong these days and what happened last night.

All of a sudden, like this heavy snow.

This is a heavy snow in my life, a heavy snow in my emotional world. It washes the filthiness of my soul, cleans the meanness of my soul, and freezes my body that I can't recover.

Life has only four days, spring, summer, autumn and winter; life has only three days, yesterday, today and tomorrow; life has only two days, day and night; life has only one day, that is, every day.

How Limited is the length of life! How fragile is the carrier of emotion! The coordinates of reality are so erratic!

Great life, without exception.

If you can't hold the length of emotion, you can only hold the depth of emotion; if you can't hold the withering of life, you can only hold the green of life; if you can't hold the end of soul, you can only hold the voice of soul.

Perhaps, life only needs a spiritual snow.

Perhaps, life only needs a real love.

Time and again, spring and autumn. Time flies, like an arrow, like a colt. In a hurry, the clothes of spring and autumn are fading, and winter has been deeply implanted into my body.

Winter means the end of a year, the end of a year's life.

I look out of the window at the haze of the sky, all the profusion has faded, all the singing has gone, all the enthusiasm has gone, all the prosperity has gone; only the yellow sky, the bleak land, the cold wind, the cold snow.

My 2009 is coming to an end. It seems that my year can end as soon as possible. My life seems to be silent.

What else can be joyful? What else can be intoxicated? Well, this last season of life is not like going home.

Snow, the heavy snow all over the sky, so flying from all directions and down. Gently Yingying, floating, leisurely. It is like a grand lyric poem and a grand romantic dance. All of a sudden, heaven and earth are holy and everything is bright.

So many flowers bloom at the same time, so many flowers fall down at the same time, so many flowers with the same color instantly make the world change color, this is such a grand flower banquet!

For this grand banquet, the creator poured all his youth into the snow with his soul, writing a solemn and sacred note for 2009!

Standing in front of the window and lighting a cigarette, I slowly smoked and pondered. Suddenly, I saw a big bird flying past my window, flapping its wings in the boundless snow and rushing towards the endless sky

My heart trembled.

It seems that this is a thorn bird.

I remember that there is a bird in the legend who sings only once in his life. The song is beautiful and graceful. When it sings, the whole world will listen quietly, and even God will smile in the sky. This song, let the good song of the lark and Nightingale are eclipsed. After singing, it was exhausted and died. Therefore, the song becomes the ultimate voice of its life, which creates the legend of its life.

It is the thorn bird.

The thorn bird, from the moment it left Nestle, was looking for a tree, a tree that can make it die and grow suddenly. This tree, with the same name as it, is called the thorn tree. This must be a tree in its life. For this tree, it has gone through countless sandstorms and over countless clumps. It's like going to a mysterious death agreement, which is so enchanting that it can't extricate itself, but it never thought of extricating itself. It's its destiny, it thinks.Finally, it did. It found the thorn tree, which had a very sharp and long thorn.

It shed tears. It flew up into the air and then dived down.

So he put his body into the thorn and began to sing for the first time in his life. Singing with blood and tears, and severe pain.

It sings with all its strength, which only makes its blood flow faster and its pain deeper. However, at that moment, it felt its soul rising, floating, as if flying snow. In this flying snowflake, it saw the smiling face of God.

The more it sounds like the sound of nature, the more it dies.

It only sings for itself once in its life, but it is the most beautiful singing in its life. It only opens its voice once in its life, but it makes all its voices fade.

A spiritual snow in one's life is enough to create a legend of life.

Ask yourself, in my life, am I willing to be a thorn bird?

There are ripples in my heart