Friends get together, no wine is not happy, and after drinking, they spit out the truth and jointly explore men's life feelings.
The word 'male', a field of one force, is taken apart according to the hieroglyphics. It is the man in the field, that is, the labor force in the field. The land is easy to cultivate, but the reclamation of the heart is not easy.
When a man's heart is placed in the besieged city, he implements the 'equal field system', which is divided into four parts, one is occupied by his parents, one by his wife and children, one is handed over to his old friends, and the last one is dominated by himself. It is the most lively and silent here. Sometimes there will be a new moon shining, warm, sometimes rainy and melancholy; Sometimes it is smoked by a cigarette end and extinguished when it is lit. Sometimes it will pour down a bottle of liquor and soak it numb & hellip& hellip;
Men are like this, like a kite. No matter how high they fly, there is always a silk thread pulling and dragging & hellip& hellip; In the achievement of their studies, they advance their youth; When they toil for life or survival, they overdraw their lives all the time.
In a man's heart, life is a continuous post station. Only patience can find some happiness. Feel the throbbing and pain of youth and the tremor of the soul in your own loneliness. The humiliation in exchange for each clear patience is deposited in the tranquility of a man's heart and fermented, waiting for you to taste it in your spare time.