Bitter joke

A bitter joke, reading, can bring people rich knowledge and incomparable happiness. Reading a good book is like making a good friend and talking to a wise man. Next, let's enjoy this beautiful article with a bitter joke.

A bitter joke 1 It was the early summer of 20 10, and it was also the time when my daughter came to work in Beijing for almost two years.

My daughter wants to take me shopping and buy me some clothes to wear. I don't want to be too busy, so my daughter has to take me to a remote place.

That day, we drove west along the extension of Chang 'an Avenue. Pines and cypresses appeared on the right side of the road, and there were a lot fewer people. I saw that it was quiet here, so I immediately asked my daughter to find a place to park. I want to take a walk in this quiet place.

After the car stopped, I walked straight up. It's really nice here. It's much quieter and less crowded than other places. The air is also fresh, and there is a kind of noise far away from the world. My heart is naturally comfortable. As soon as I am happy, I will ask my daughter to take some photos of me among the pines and cypresses. While all this was going on, a middle-aged man came down from above and looked at us as he walked. When he came to our side, he said faintly, stop filming, and this is not a good place either!

I think that since people kindly reminded us not to take pictures, there must be a reason. We immediately stopped taking pictures and I stepped forward. ...

When I reached the top, I was caught off guard. This place is really "not a good place". It is Babaoshan Revolutionary Martyrs Cemetery and Beijing Funeral Home, that is, it is a place where ghosts and gods dance together.

I quickly asked my daughter to delete all the photos. I don't want to leave any traces here.

I remember talking about Babaoshan Revolutionary Martyrs Cemetery when I was a child, and I always felt that it was far from the city center. Unexpectedly, with the development of society, it has now entered the middle of the fourth and fifth rings of the city, which I never thought of.

In the late 1970s, I thought it was a long way to Junbo, and now the subway 1 line has arrived at the apple orchard. In just a few decades, the permanent population of Beijing has increased from more than 8 million in 1978 to nearly 20 million now. How can it be accommodated without regional expansion? This is the necessity of social development, but we don't like this kind of urban development with rapid population expansion from the heart.

I used to like Beijing very much, because it is the capital of the motherland and the center of politics, economy, culture and other fields of our country. There is everything here that is not available anywhere else. But now its noise and crowds drown out everything I like.

There are few places I want to go in this city. ...

A bitter joke 2 Maybe leaving is a better love. It doesn't invade your heart, not necessarily you. It just silently looks at the time and silently loves you.

When a person made up her mind to go, she didn't stop loving, but chose a better way to love. She wore beautiful clothes and left, leaving beautiful memories. The deepest love, when you enter your heart, will eventually break like a dream, and the flowers will wither, not because you don't love it, but because it's time to let go.

Dream of the world of mortals, as long as I have you, I don't want to wake up. A bleak past, a lonely time will pass. A simple heart will be lovely as long as it is nourished by love. However, my love has drifted in the wind and rain and experienced the vicissitudes of life.

I pretend not to care about your warmth and sadness. I once loved you so much that I gave my soul to say that I would protect you all my life. I can do it, be gentle and affectionate to you, and love your heart till death do us part, but you can't give me the warmth I want.

Love itself is a robbery of history. If we can hug each other, my heart as deep as the sea will not be destroyed. I ran to you countless times to hold you in my arms. Too bad you're long gone. I'm ready with affection, but I can't hold your hand. Therefore, I am helpless with tears, and I am alone in the sea of people.

One day, I will walk away, choose to leave, then let go of my love and watch the time quietly. Maybe a little sad and unknown. My love for you is too low to bloom in the dust, perhaps a little sad, but I have forgotten my existence. Is it my fault to fall in love with you?

If the years can give me a little warmth, my wandering heart will no longer be hurt. I think I can abandon everything, love you firmly, get hurt, leave scars, expose wounds again and again, and make the pain to the extreme again and again. Suddenly, I felt pale. Love is just a disaster.

A person always has a silent time, a heart, and a sad and lonely time. At that time, the person he loved had gone, the hand he shook had been put down, and life would stop and go. You might as well smell the flowers and chase butterflies. Maybe you can't get anything from your deep feelings, such as a failed spring dream, but you must firmly believe that the sky will be clearer after being washed by tears.

May time keep the unknown love and let parting become a kind of affectionate waiting. It's not that you don't love each other, but that you choose to be safe and not disturb each other. I still put you in the most important position in my heart, so that I can go further and climb higher.