Looking for the key to life

In addition to going to school, from an early age, he became a sheep in the summer and winter vacations. He followed the flock and walked the river to climb the barren hills, listening to the birds and smelling the flowers. Lying on the bare hills, looking at the blue sky and white clouds, innocently doing a sweet dream.

With the increase of age, higher education institutions have no chance with me, and they have lost their hands, and the ancient roads have gone west. As in a dream, the cruel reality can't be faced for a while.

It was the hard work of my father, the good advice of my mother, and let me out of the shadow of failure. So, with the parents ploughing the acres.

Learn to cultivate land, learn to farm, and learn all the work that a farmer should be proficient in.

Because life is forced, and during the slack season, I carry my bags, carry my dreams, leave the dilapidated Chaimen, leave my parents, follow the brothers in the village, walk out of the village, and begin my working life. Autumn has come

When the contractor who built the road was a stoneworker, worked as a bricklayer, worked as a steelworker, and sold honeycomb coal. In those years, I worked all the way and wrote poems all the way.

I have been beaten for many years and I am not willing. Dragging your tired legs and returning to your home. Can't pick up what happened.

The bitterness of time, the mother has tears.

At the age of thirty, he gave the father and the brothers a "trotting", walked through the village's small road, walked through the middle of the official and the people, uploaded and issued, and bothered. It’s only one or two years. It’s sighing that the official is a small post, and Lu doesn’t support himself. After the ups and downs of the world, it’s ups and downs. A young and old, suffering from my suffering.

Today, it is already the year of "no confusion". Nothing is done, and both hands are empty. The tall car of the incense car, insulated from me, fame and fortune, too far away from me. At this moment, I will change my eyes and feel the sky. Only my son can read well. Consolation of my lonely life, fragile heart.

Only the parents with white hair in their hearts can't give up. After the storms of the human world, they are suffering from the world. Frail and sick, working all year round. Today, still shouldering the time, walk into the evening.

In the world, a kind of whispering whip is screaming at my pale soul.

A turn is a few decades, like a dream, like a cigarette. The comfort of the soul of this life is to awe-insense, love literature, and read for a lifetime. I am rushing to spring, I am happy.

Half life has passed, for fame and fortune, no longer chase. Just ask for peace, the child goes up, the family is harmonious, and the parents are well-being. In the world, there are too many things in vain, what is the use of it?

The pain of the bones, the memory of the heart, is enough for me to relive my life.

The Chinese year goes with the wind, I am strong and smile, taste the bitterness, and look cold. Walk through the shoulders and find the keys that you have lost.