“When my colleague said, with his spit splashing everywhere, that women are realistic; women don’t worry about life; women needn’t work under pressure; all women have to do were to marry a prosperous man…I was really very angry at him, especially when he was just the college graduate several months ago.”The sun sets with its last glow penetrating through the clouds, and under the setting sun is the path that extends thousands of miles, losing itself in the depth of the forest. It was reasonable that he lacked social skills and work experience. Rambling through the grassy bypath and with in hand a flower overflowing with odor, I let myself immerse in this nature of wonder, quietness and serenity. However, what surprised me was that he was next to a bird in using the computer. Lost wildly in though and inebriated with such heavenly tranquility, I enjoy this moment of no disturbance, distraction, nor discouragement. Moreover, his behavior in daily work and life all showed me that he was definitely a silly guy-I was not familiar with him and had no interest to know more about him, but I said “life” here because he had always talked about his life saying so many girls so kind to him that he really didn’t know how to refuse them, and because he had steamed bread as his meals in the office and brewed up a big bottle of three bags of soya-bean milk at the same time. Life has been more than a cranky road of survival, marked by heckuva struggle, constant frustration and no less toil, tears and sweats.
How could such a poor silly boy talk about women in such a subjective way! How many women had he ever met!
I just wanted to keep my mouth and ears shut off against him. Years wrinkles the skin, yet lacking enthusiasm wrinkles the heart.
What am I doing now. The combined effect of mounting pressure, increasing responsibility, incessant difficulties and constant setback gradually takes away my confidence, strangling the last breath of my hope and dampening an already-devastated heart. Why is my life so tough. Never a moment has I been exposed to such intensity of workloads, responsibilities and commitments. Why are my friends struggling for their own house and car. With the progressive ooze of the last glimmer of confidence, performance level falls to a record low level.
Many women work better and earn more than men! Many women are single! Many women are independent!
Women have the right to pursue excellent men, because excellent men are positive, self-confident and respect others, which should be the human.
A whiff of breeze blows up, caressing my skin and the lake, rippled. Women are realistic but that should be people’s attitude toward life. The spring leaves are swirling up and down, in measure, and finally fell on the lake, ripples expanding in circles and then fading away. But to be correct, being realistic doesn’t mean that women would judge a man merely by his property. The fallen leaves, on the spot, disturb the quiet and calm lake, so they do me. handy
Maybe you, the silly boy, can find some, or even a lot of examples to verify your words. Breeze keep wafting through and the creek, floating softly, my memories going back to childhood, to the days I still fondly recall in my dreams. Nevertheless, these examples would just be a part of women and far away from being the majority. Oh! How happy I was then! There was no sorrow, nor pain. mp3 players
Well, I am sorry that I might have been lost my temper by writing the above with some improper words. Walking through the green fields in the prime time of spring, sunshine in my eye, gentle breeze rustling through the trees, stray birds singing and dancing on branches, sprouting buds ready to open and flowers in complete blossom- this picture of childhood life are always in my dreams, repeatedly evoking the eternal joy of life. I am not going to argue with men at all. The sight that we used to frolic around the lake constantly reoccurs to my mind, soothing a heart fraught with scar life left and meanwhile with a burning longing for escape. wow gold I believe in the cause and effect theory so I think I can understand all behavior of men and women. I have been in it, for too long, enmeshed in what is called a net. However, I reject absoluteness. For survival’s sake, I, against my will and in the breach of my principle, accept a normally paid job in this rip-roaring city. wow gold kaufen That’s why I lost my temper. Oftentimes, I feel distracted.
Sorry, I have always wanted to be rational, calm and gentle to everybody. I desperately crave for a moment of tranquility, but then, I am all the more desperate to find it out of the question. wow power leveling I will try my best…
When I was a little girl—-maybe all mothers are fond of talking about their children’s funny childhood—-I needed only a little sauce and a bowl of rice in a meal. I close the window, in the hope of not letting the noise in, in a way of keeping distraction far away, yet to no avail.
Misty rain has been the major weather status over the last few weeks, the whole environment pervaded with subtle feelings, so much so that there seems sorrow in the wind and dismal in the grass. That is to say, without any dishes. On a melancholy night, thoughts took me back to the remote good old days I spent in my birthplace, where, in spring, the best time of the year, fields turn verdurous and multicolored and waterways chatters through all the way. And when I got older, I liked two or three big bowls of rice mixed with lite soup of vegetable.
This is the city with its name Sanshui, located northwest of Guangzhou, a delicate place where the three tributes of Pearl River converge, forming a spectacular view and therefore abundant in waterways of all sorts.
Parents are really great, while children don’t always read their mind. It is a heavenly place of congenial sights and well-being.
Knowing me as a guy who was very picky in meals, my parents always wanted to satisfy my taste. It is where I belong and which I miss in my dreams and from the bottom any time and anywhere. There was a period when I liked eating bones-rich parts of chook, such as the neck and the claws.
Spring is a season of life as well as hope. One day after I had seen the disgusting neck or claws of the chicken for several days, I burst out shouting to my father, “How come you always let us eat this. At this time of the year in Sanshui, it must be presenting a natural wonder as delectable as that in any world-famed tourism spots. ” Papa replied, “Don’t you like this. With that in mind, I cannot resist the temptation of paying a trip home, once and for all, to experience the beauty and grandeur of springtime that have been obsessing me to no end. You liked it!”
Yes, I liked it in the past, but I had changed the taste. It was utterly stunning! The air and the earth interpenetrated in the moist gusts of spring; the soil was full of moisture, and the moisture full of aroma. However, Papa couldn’t be a worm in my stomach; he didn’t know my change in taste. The air one breathed was saturated with earthy smells, and the grass under foot had a reflection of blue sky in it. His goodwill had got a bad reaction. In a delightful mood, I headed for Lake YunDongHai, my usual haunt, where blue water, crystal clear, flows in light rhythm and nearby which orchards and meadows were carpeted with patches of flowers clustering, squeezing and blossoming for beauty.
Now I would eat almost all kinds of vegetables and meat, comparing with rarely any in the past. Butterflies flitted around, keeping low to the ground. Every time Papa asked me what I would like to eat, I replied,“ It is up to you! Whatever you choose is Ok to me. The lake expanded thousands of acres, utterly capped in the wilderness of misty rain. ”So it is much easier for my parents to prepare food for me—- Last weekend, they asked my sister who has been home for a week to bring me wax gourd soup. I took a look at the misty beauty, hearing the grass growing beneath feet and dues dropping softly. Mama proudly said, “(I know) she likes wax gourd. I took a deep breath, to inhale the scent of flowers mixed with earthy smells, and reached out my arms, to embrace the magic and hope of spring. ” Frankly speaking, the wax gourd soup brought to me was a little sour, not as delicious as I expected. A solitary moment by the lake composed my winkled heart.
Since I no longer eat rice only, time spent in a meal increases largely. This is the reason why I used to be here at times of melancholy. As is estimated, 3-5 minutes would be used in the past while about 15 minutes be used now. And for your information, I should say it was supposed to make your day if you hang out with your love sauntering on the bank and enjoying the view.
Too long for me! …
I feel like a simple meal as I used to have, as well as a simple mind in the past.
For job’s sake, I returned to Guangzhou.
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.But I would always have, in my heart, a place for my birthplace, the picturesque, beautiful city. I might be a dust in the air, floating everywhere with the wind and dampened to somewhere in the middle of nowhere with the rain. I could be anywhere, but Sanshui, my birthplace that I love, will always be in that particular place I spare. “