I created the Longevity Club

I want to slap myself twice.

Others will nod and praise these things, and even take them as good advice, and will educate their children in this way.

In my opinion, I am just a poor person who is looking for some excuses for my own fun.

Who doesn't say beautiful words with high-sounding words?

But behind some high-sounding words, there is still splendor, and behind some high-sounding words, there is just splendor.

I don't know what's going on, everyone seems to have accepted this lie, as if whether they know it or not, they just pretend not to know it. There is always a strange atmosphere in the world, some are anxious, and they are eager to prove something. What's left is some tacit understanding, as long as everyone spit together, white must be black, and everyone can continue to feel at ease, standing on a high place, saying beautiful words, wearing beautiful clothes, and those who don't know what to wear below will also echo.

But there are still some people who are not in a hurry. They know what is behind those who are surrounded and praised by the stars. They can see through it, but some people can't see through it. Instead, they have to go to the door and give a few taels of spit to those who see through it, in groups.

There will always be a few anxious people among those who are not in a hurry, facing those who are surrounded, facing the sky of abuse and those who pretend to be in a hurry.

What should I do? There is no road ahead, and I will cry together when the car is destroyed.

How to cry? Be a person who knows but pretends not to know, become the not-so-bright star, and enthusiastically pursue the moon together, but I don’t know, don’t understand, and don’t understand in my heart.

What’s good about what this person said? The reality is obviously not like this, and the truth is obviously not like this. Why do they all applaud?

Others applauded, others laughed, the stage was earnestly exhorting, and some people cried in the audience.

Crying without knowing what the future is, crying without knowing that people’s hearts are unpredictable.

Crying like laughing.

The stars asked the sun, why don’t you shine.

But the sun said the moonlight was too bright.

There are truths, but they are not easy to explain. Maybe the truth is too big, and my mouth is too small to say it.

Or maybe there are too many truths and I can't finish saying them.

It can't be that someone doesn't understand, but they can't hear clearly.

Finally, the person who pretended to be confused was confused.

But I shouldn't have been confused yet. I just watched the person who destroyed the car, watched him persuade others to open up a road, persuaded others to turn back, and even dismantled his car to make a boat for others.

I also saw the person who got the plank, went back to burn firewood, sneered in the warmth that someone was so easy to deceive today, and wondered if that person would still be there tomorrow, and I still needed some clothes for the winter, maybe I would understand them all at once.

Some things, even if you didn't do them, but others think you did them, even if you can't explain it clearly, you can do it with a clear conscience.

Some things, others think you didn't do them, but you did do them. Although the results seem the same, they are actually very different. The wind is clear and the moon is bright, but the human heart is very different.

But some truths, once you say them, may no longer be truths, at least not the right truths, but only your truths.

So Shanyan hates some people the most. They advise others to be kind without experiencing others' suffering. They advise others to be generous without experiencing others' suffering, and advise others to be at ease without losing anything.

There should be a little neon hidden in your heart, waiting, waiting until the fireworks in your heart are all burned out, and then add a stick of incense to the world. The gauze is easy to burn, but it burns too fast. You waited to boil other people's water, but you were cold first. The remaining pitiful sparks will be extinguished by the spit of people before leaving, as if they had never existed.

Fortunately, Shanyan has seen and heard it, and fortunately closed his eyes and covered his ears, hiding the truth in his heart and in his hands and feet.

If you give me false advice, Shanyan will sharpen the knife again. If there is no carbon in the snow, I still hope that someone will add icing on the cake. Shanyan will repair a spear.

You should teach me, I will listen, but you should not destroy me.

But there will always be a day, by chance, someone knocks on your heart and asks if you have firewood and rice to help you in an emergency. You will find that there are really people in the world who are not deliberately confused, nor are they trying to persuade others to be confused.

You should not give a spear when you have one, and you should not take a knife when you have one.

If you say that the truth is empty, you will really enter the temple empty.

If it is like this, it will be fine. This is the weakness. Just don't worry about it.

But Shanyan can't help but worry.

This person is coming as fiercely as a mountain into the sea, sweeping the world and there is no escape.

At this time, Shanyan knows the feelings of those who are willing to destroy cars to make boats.

Those principles that you have to get even if you don't want them are really that important. When the sea recedes, the waves stay greedy. You can save one, save one night, the sea is in a day, the tide recedes for one night, can you save a lifetime and the world is stranded?

0.. Ask for flowers0..

The principle of doing small evils and not doing small good is not used in this way.

Besides, how can a person pushing a whale alone be better than a stranded fish?

Some things are helpless, some things are supposed to be so, and some things are supposed to be so helpless.

I thought that if I couldn't make sense, I would just not make sense. The bright moon shines on the ditch, looking for light in the daytime, but the ditch is too deep to see, and the bright moon is in another place.

The bright moon in another place is not as bright as the moon, and my heart is homesick and homesick.

But it is short and bitter, but there are many feelings.

"8," It seems that the same person said that lovesickness is dry and lonely, lovesickness is extremely happy, there are bitterness and joy, bitterness and sweetness. Because of the wonderful, it is troubled, it is better to give it up. Sit like a withered lotus, without sadness and joy, without joy and sorrow.

...o I didn't hear it clearly at the time, and I didn't understand it.

Now I finally understand it, but I pretend not to understand.

The loud bell and the big Lu sound like a ringing pendant.

If someone asks "Are you coming home?"

Answer?

"No, I'm going to sleep, nothing."

Shan Yan felt his sea of ​​consciousness was shaking. He was so clear just now, but now he was drowsy and languid.

It seemed that he saw a very familiar face in the dark. If he hadn't seen it, the days would pass like years, and he would miss it like crazy. He picked the new buds of the willow, and it was still the same as before, still charming.

"Sister Fairy...?"

"What nonsense is this kid talking about? This is Xing Ning."

After a long time, he finally saw him open his eyes.

I didn't expect that this kid liked Xing Ning so much. He was talking nonsense before he opened his eyes.

There were already many people in the small room. The sound of the smile made Lu Li, who had just come back from eating melons and watching a play, feel a buzzing pain in his ears.

When the boy closed his eyes, he was the girl, and when he opened his eyes, he was still the girl. Why did he envy him so much?

Lu Li suddenly felt jealous for no reason. No, after this trip, he had to take the girl out to give out some dog food. They were too full after the last few meals.