In the past, in the years when I didn't want to go past or already passed, what I came across was actually another one.
Sitting in front of a computer, he finally managed to write something down. It is not impossible, but it is not afraid. Because I didn't know how grand the scenes were, how profound the language was to outline and record my year, or maybe these fears plagued me, I finally decided to go with this stubborn and courageous Sentimentality. Time to make a farewell. Last night was staggering, I remembered the time, I remembered a spoof version of the crystal ball: through the crystal is another world; once again inadvertently reminded you of your sentence: One day I suddenly thought, Our directions have become more and more divergent, but in fact we have become more and more understanding. I do not know whether it is sweat or tears, I am not sad, but the small and fragile when sick.
In your heart, what is youth?
In my heart, youth is probably lost, arrogant, ridiculous, and then weeps over a long night.
What is youth?
Youth is boiled with hormones and alcohol.
Youth is vomit.
The more absurd and youthful youth has to do, the more forbidden to want to go forward.
Youth does not settle for a second, and does not give himself back to the next second.
Youth is that youth always loves a person and only loves that person.
What is youth?
Youth is laughing with friends and bursting into laughter. Oneself cry, cry for a splitting headache.
Youth is the home of young people.
Youth is really enjoyed by the ants and really flows into the icy forgotten wilderness.
Youth can't go back. Nobody can go back. I can't go back anymore.
"Who's youth is not corrupt," said, "Wish you can embrace all the good and bad times in your youth, because they will eventually die, and because memories are so beautiful." Those bold minds, those vast mournings, the unpredictable youth of the army, like rising sun and sunset, youth will end in time, and memory will last forever. This lonely, rough, confused youth, one day, you even want tears and scars that year to come again.
Too hot days call people wilting. Too enthusiastic people make people feel bored. Too cold days hurt the bones. Too cold people freeze people's hearts. It is not cold or hot, not salty or not, not far away, it is often the easiest to obtain approval and acceptance. For these people, we are always warm and refreshing. When you come, you don't have the slightest expectation; you don't have to pay any attention to it. Only in the face of a stranger who knows nothing, is always smiling, polite and thoughtful. I left those bad tempers and my eyes with my friends.
For close people, smile with your eyes; for those with a general relationship, smile with your lips. We are all but one side of the other. Were tired of the temptation and aggression. They gradually disappeared into an island, afraid of being forgotten and afraid of being disturbed.
People are like this, contradictory unity.
Once one recognizes his own evil, confessing his own commonness, and acknowledging his weaknesses and flaws, he will lose his edge and lose his blade of cutting off the reality. However, like a gem, he is mellow and mellow. Learn to tolerate many things that should not be tolerated, learn to joke with yourself, learn to close your eyes, and your appearance will become mature and even cute.
Do not be good because you are not good enough, not perfect, not smart enough, not good enough.
Do not scorn because they are slow, they retorted that they were silent and they smiled lightly.
The games of debate are played every day. As long as you are hard enough, your opponent is vulnerable enough. Everyone can only live once, do not play a script that they don't like for others' smiles, and offend someone who loses most who doesn't love you, and that's no loss. Just the most common difference in this life travel and miss. If you betray yourself, nothing will remain.
Don't give up a good game because of fear of wounds, let alone blind your eyes, dip them into a warm dream. Those dreams are often covered in temptation shells, playing your friend, friend, and partner Hidden in the face of happiness, in fact, it is always possible to betray you.
Don't soil your heart because of those dark, gloomy, hopeless landscapes. The people who make those scenes are also very miserable. They are like princesses in fairy tales. They pile up castles one by one, and others reach for help. Most of them are like me, weak, selfish and too careful. White horses also have no princes, and they always have no way to go to the castle.
Don't worry about good things can not be long, happy always have to break away, since the four seasons of reincarnation, alternating day and night, remember the bad things and good things together, no bad things, happy always appear vain.
In the past, the past gestures are patrolled in life to accept the review of memories, and they are full of beautiful brilliance radiated by the brewing of time. This is the brewing wine of time. It was like a night of light rain listening to Xiao, the lights off the chessboard, drunk and sleep, wake up to know people go to the flowers.
Nowadays, after a long period of time, when I think of those hard times, I can talk about those emotions with disdain. It's not cold, they have actually happened, but they have indeed passed. I used to think that those wounds will always hurt, and this life is hard to heal and forget. However, they are left behind in the depths of the years, like a crescent moon in the night sky, pale and cool, vague and distant.
The dream is always so far and so many. You just catch one and you have to catch another one. I only really feel proud of you, because you never stopped your search.
You will complain but never give up.
You will be alone but never weak.
You will be silly, but never stupid.
You will say to yourself, I can, when everyone tells you that it is impossible.
There are too many unknowns, lying quietly on the way you are about to pass. It's just that you are no longer curious and how good all the results are. What you know is that no matter what, you will never force yourself.
You have been running against you for a long time. You have been winning. It doesn't matter if you lose a few times.
You must remember: If someone loves you in this world, it is because you deserve someone to love. If you are happy, it is because you deserve such happiness. If you do not feel that you are old, it is because you have always loved a good life.
On the road of life with a little regret, I hope you know yourself, learn to love yourself, know how to deal with the world around you, and continue to self-repair and self-rebuild after you get injured, so that you can have a more relaxed and happy life.
Every time you bow in your growth, you are sure of yourself.
In past years, I have been confused, weak, and tearful. I have also worked hard, reluctantly, and unyielding. Now my heart is still soft, frank, and powerful. We do not forget our dreams for life. We do not discard impulses for old-fashionedness, nor lose style for maturity.
The reason why we fight is not to change the world, but to let the world return to self before it changes us.
After all, there is nothing that can reward those unknown days of life. Because life itself is nothing but a monument of silence, the words engraved on it have long been forgotten.
I want to prepare for myself an epitaph that is appropriate: come, love, walk through.