What is loneliness? Loneliness is like a river, slowly flowing, what is youth? Youth is like the source of the river, and it is indiscriminate in its direction. The river flows in January, the air is chilling, the reefs are hard and white, the treetops are cleared, and the wind sways slightly in the air against the wind. Everything is so quiet, I stand alone under the tree, and the branches are pale. Sky, everything seems so quiet,
She, Xu is the angel of the previous generation, with heart-wrenching love coming to the world. This life, she is through the Tang wind dust smoke, dressed in Song Yu's grace, all the way to sing low-lying. She lives on an island in the south of the Yangtze River. She likes to call the island she lives in "Peach Blossom Island." She likes the green environment on the island, likes the fresh air on the island, likes the simple customs of the island, and likes the clearness around the island.
Taobao, what is Taobao, what is Taobao, when Taobao started, what Taobao did. At first it was strange to Taobao. However, from strangeness to familiarity, it didn't take too long. I just recalled Taobao Road step by step. I would still be interested in my own ignorance at that time. First of all, I don’t know what Taobao is and don’t know how to shop online and even
I have seen a lot of warm scenes on TV or in fiction but I have never experienced it myself. If I say yes, it is really there, in a dream. I feel like a sentimental person, and I will cry because of the author's imaginary scene. I don’t know when suddenly watching a comedy movie with my friends at home, because I’m reminded of something
Desire to be quiet and indulge in a watery moonlight Looking back in a carefree childhood Bathed in the warm spring of society Indulging in the happiness of the whole family Suddenly realized that being able to live is actually a kind of beauty! Being able to think in silence is even more a blessing! A kind of enjoyment! When I was a child, I was always carefree and always looked at my life in a quiet state of mind.
Years like a song, tenderness, years of poetry, beautiful, years like dreams, dreams, illusion, years, such as tea, bitter sweet, years, such as wine, full of enthusiasm. The years are like streams flowing between the fingers, mottled memories, blooming for a fleeting year, and abundance of life. Flowers bloom, flowers bloom, flowers fall, sometimes withering. A fragrant paper note with a thick smudge and graffiti with heart:
Life is a spiritual practice. Every choice made by a person has its own corresponding results. A mouth is more likely to accumulate morality, and the two hands will do a good job, and will live in peace and joy throughout their lives. With good intentions you will harvest a Bixi. Everyone hopes that their family will be harmonious and that their careers will be smooth and auspicious. But heaven is fair, and only good people can receive good fortune. British Prime Minister Churchill was young
According to legend, after a person dies, he loses 21 grams of weight. This 21 grams is nothing else. It is the weight of the soul. It is the weight you all love. Unfortunately, these 21 grams do not appear after everyone died. There are never 21 grams of those who do not understand how to live and how to love. When they began to choose to face depression and depravity in their lives, they lost their lives.
In the twinkling of an eye, my childhood was buried ten years ago. The youth remained seven years ago. The young man was closest to me, but it made me extravagant and wasted. Half of this year has passed and it looks like we have to grow another year. So fast, so fast! One person rushed through the 22 years and never left the most beautiful mark. This year, I am 23 years old. Still doing nothing, still squandering his most beautiful youth. No direction chase
Sometimes, when you are in between, you just want to start a simple trip. It doesn't take long, and it doesn't take long. One person, one bag, one road, one journey, one kind of mood, no restraint, nor the slightest loss. . Perhaps the significance of travel is not how many landscapes you see along the way, nor whether you have reached the intended destination, but because of the kind of heart you are traveling on.
There is no scenery in the city. There is no passion for a person who loves for a long time. If he repeats a lot of life, he will get bored. Is that really the case? Nanning is a green, monotonous city that has lived here for more than 10 years. I couldn’t say it or like it. I lived like this and thought it was okay. Haven't been to many places, not in other cities for a long time
If life has a shape, it must rush like a river, roll everything into the sea, run back and forth. It moves with the might of the Sheshan mountains through the rocks, and rushes in our sighs, majestic and decisive. Therefore, diligent people said: Life is nothing. If life has a shape, it must flow like a river, travel through thousands of miles, cross the years, and life rushes in the moonlight, surging in the plains, tired, and tired, and then pauses.
Life is in a hurry, leaving me with ignorance and madness. One person greets the autumn wind and sips the hickeys of the years. I have been in the same year and I am still alone. The old partner has already changed his face and wrote a song in his own life. Melody or sad tone. There is still no footprint in the crowd, and life is so cool and bleak. The boundless night is shrouded in darkness, under the sparsely populated streetlight
I do not know how many times the annual rings have flowed. Only then did the hearts of Zeng Tao gradually become strong. I don't know how many nights the cherry blossoms have been flowing, so that people who have been there day and night gradually have memories of tears. I only knew the snuggle couple walking under the citron tree and they were very happy. I only knew that someone on the shore of Jinji Lake would still go and think about it. Look at the fireworks and open the sky and listen to the moonlight weeping willow.
The youthful taste is the most precious gift given to us by our time. It has unique design and complete functions. It only requires you to study, explore, and develop. It will shine brightly and make you look good. – Inscription It is said that people always leave some days for themselves to tears. Youth, like Hamlet, has a hundred interpretations of one hundred people. And my youth is
Life is like a play, there is no rehearsal, and the story itself is also random. The only thing we can do is to play our hero. This drama of life has only one chance. The wonderful performance will become a classic. If something goes wrong, it will cause everyone's dissatisfaction and pointing. , The beginning of life is golden, the first dawn, shining on our face, is the first shot
When the time of the youthful text/tree north hitting the corner of the wall is quicksand, the more you want to keep, the more it is scattered. My short-lived youth, riding the waves, rushed toward a bright and bright journey. However, the pace of years is too hastily, and those unscrupulous youths have no time to enjoy the youthful dynamics that they deserve. They irretrievably crash into a wall that has built up in time, and then watch the years drift away.
Hey, you don’t need to live in reality every day. You are sad, don’t cry. Just tell it with words. Be strong and angry, don’t show it, and comfort yourself. Nobody knows you, it doesn't matter, at least you know yourself, and how they think about it, you can be self-willed, but don't be unreasonable. You can be disobedient because you have your own ideas. You can't be like other girls, because
The Story of Love Before our 80s, we always thought that we could hurry up and grow the time. Unconsciously, when we really grew up, the real world turned out to be completely different from the imagination. Stress always wants to return to that day of childhood. Only then can we continue to be so naive and simple. After 80s, no matter if you are a friend or a group of friends, you have to be idle.
The warm feelings of the Jiangnan Love Huaiwen/Tree North Jiangnan landscape fade away seem to be on the land where the migratory birds are parked. Without the warmth and comfort of the small bridges, there is no classical affection for the rain lanes and bamboo umbrellas. There is no tenderness for the women in the south of the Yangtze River. The poetic feelings that have gradually risen in my heart are like leaves in autumn and there is no blankness in the infinite. Circling continuously