Sitting alone in the years, in a season, watching the dreams, stopping and stopping on the platform, moving and meeting again and again, deep or shallow, warm and turbulent platform, ups and downs, who is yours The warm fragrance in your heart, the tenderness of your eyebrows? This endless life-long practice in the life, understanding in the sentiment, moving in the cherish, this indefinite number, deep feeling of a touch of a smile on the Sansheng stone, this
Perhaps because of the woman's sake, he always likes to face the world with a faint mood, likes faint aroma, a touch of color, likes to show in front of people with a faint hint of a smile, even the music is like a faint melody, this life, Only want to be a faint woman, not beckoning, not indulgence, with a cloud of water Zen, shallow and line. – Inscription low eyebrows, make a faint woman, pregnant
After the age of 11 years at the age of writing/secretization, it is almost detached from maturity, and there is still a long distance from maturity. Whether it is experience or connotation, there is a feeling of not being able to do it. At this age, it seems to us that all of us are already adults. Complicity is only clear in one's own heart, and it cannot be filled with the deepness and cannot be sold. Jane has not reached the point where the course of life is not connected. However, this matter of growth is not
The edge, the dictionary is interpreted as: refers to a person's meeting or forming a relationship. Some people say: Meeting is a kind of fate. It is also said that the encounter of this life is a predecessor agreement. I do not know how others think, but I have pondered on many occasions: Do you really meet to form a so-called margin? Is it an agreement? The beginning of human life is destined to associate with all kinds of people.
The laughter seems to be lingering in the ear. The smile also seems to be in front of him, but just a casual turn, only to discover that belongs to you and I have become so unfamiliar … – inscription suddenly felt that many things are afraid of 'unfamiliar 'This thing, the environment is strange, and you may not be able to find a way to tie your homesickness; if you are unfamiliar, you may not be able to return to the harbor surrounded by your true feelings.
Life is the song, life and love are different, tacit understanding, but the same spirit, spring to autumn, but the truth is still, not in the side, but in my heart, into the heart, did not hold hands, but there are hang-ups, with Touched, close to the heart, warm and wandering, sincerity of love, care of life, warm sunshine on the body, the truth warm in the heart of the spring breeze blowing in the face, happiness printed in the heart, to accompany, no regrets
An exam that touched the soul – the third day after the midterm exam, at the age of 9 and 3, he told me, "Tomorrow, we must open a parent meeting. The teacher said that we must bring a pen." Actually not Parents' meeting, no regular announcements, summaries, speeches by parents' representatives. To be precise, this is an exam, faced with a parent's exam, or a survey. The questions are simple and direct.
1. Really care about that year, you and I, because of the short traction of a cable, let us know each other, meet each other, meet each other, cherish each other, and fall in love. You convinced me that the original network was not a virtual world. It turned out to be so real. 2. I really care about that year. In order to be with you, regardless of the opposition of my family, I even cut off from my family, faced with me and raised my parents.
Happiness lies in the warmth of mother's warm embrace. Happiness depends on the sweetness of the lovers' broad shoulders. Happiness touches the tenderness of the children's delicate skin. Happiness is a tribute to the vicissitudes of your parents. Happiness is a mystery. When you let a thousand people answer, there will be a thousand answers. In life, we can always feel the happiness inadvertently. Like, you fell in love at first sight
"Who's youth is not lost?" Seeing too many who are right and wrong, so ignore them, but passersby, silently go away. I have encountered too many bumps, so I do not want to say, learn to be patient, not helpless. There was too much pain and suffering, so learn to be scared and shake your body, not just waiting. The original youth stopped and went is just a drama. Everyone was planned as a puppet. original
Life will not always be satisfactory, everything will not be complete, and the ridges and trenches will undergo aggression and disengagement. Peacetime talks will be followed by wind and rain, but unfortunately, the situation will be safe, the difficulties will be more, the mood will be cheerful, and the work will be stable. Too much, sorrows and joys meet, worry and pleasure, can be relaxed, bittersweetly dependent, know how to give up, can be happy, when the road is exhausted, turn at right time, always look suddenly
When the sun is shining, the roses have not withered yet. When the light is broken, the world is not destroyed. When love is gone, happiness is not followed. Remember to learn to love yourself in the name of love in the name of soul. In the name of memory, I love the number I am familiar with, and there is also an empty day. The painful memories also have a day of forgetfulness; the dreams of the United States and the awakening of the day; those who love again have a long way to go
People living in the world, who do not want their lives like songs, happy every day overflowing, laughing ears; flowers, spring flowers? Who does not want his life to be meaningful, life is valuable, life is vibrant, and the heart is full of health and happiness? Who does not want his life to be full of passion, vigorous and vigorous, all the way to sing, and the spring breeze? However, everything in life, its spirit, its beauty, and its value
Always like to sit quietly with one person, accompanied by the gentle spring, enjoying the landscape alone, accompanied by loneliness and loneliness, faintly watching the flashy clouds, with the lost soul little by little lost in a confused In this thought, perhaps only at this time, can you truly feel your existence and enjoy this quiet loneliness. Years of vicissitudes, memories of glitz, are no longer
You cherish a person, must have moved you to give up a person, must be disappointed to see people can not see the surface, the time will be the original shape of the product does not accompany the affair, the adversity can only see the true lover in desolate can see clearly, who splashed It is cold water in the basin. Who cares is that the real friend is in the darkest time. It is really raining when you accompany you and wait for the real feelings of the dawn.
And a few minutes, so that a few steps, who's life is not cool, laugh, open, handcuffed, who is always smiling. If you talk, you will see a stream of things. You will not see your head in the bow, but you will greet yourselves. Heart width, heart empty, where to stay. If life is alive, how can it be everywhere and free? If your heart is not open enough, you can't hear half a sentence, you can't stand a little grievances.
I like to let the thoughts cut a boat, swim in the text, carefully read the security of the spring, summer, autumn and winter, quietly sentimental flowers, flowers, flowers, thanks to the calm, cheerful, warm and happy, all in the text one by one relieved. In the world of letters, there are no cold and cool worlds. There are no rivers and lakes that are treacherous, a drop of rain, and a blossom. They are all beautiful poems, a pool of spring water, and a crescent moon.
Into the red dust, there are dreams in the heart, people are sentimental, people are wrong, people eat fireworks, take the earthly path, walk in the red dust on the street, and listen to the wind, enjoy the flowers. Throughout the scenery, there is always one of the most beautiful to stay in the depths of your heart; in the past, there is always a section of you that is unforgettable, makes you ponder, make you delusional, oblivious; a sea of people, so many rub shoulders, There is always a laugh
Pulling a flower, pulling a wind mark, in the darkness of the infinite essay, infinite light ink. "Drinking a thousand cups of unlimited things, the moon shadow Lingyan Yan does not return", Chi Yuchun returned to a whisk, half drunk and half awake for who knows. Beyond the peaks of the Qingfeng Mountains, the sky is flying and the wind is falling. It falls in a pool of blue waves and is shocked with water. ——The inscription quietly weaved a curtain of rain and weaved into a net of overwhelming years.
Every week, every week, let one sit quietly, enjoy a comfortable calm, feel the beauty of silence, the ethereal brain, and all appearances, as if surrounded by the hustle and bustle. Silent, silent, I am drunk. The Three Kingdoms disappeared, leaving the thoughts to fly, as if dancing over nine days and dancing outside. Do not listen to music, do not read books, quietly feel the slow movement of time. Have a cup of tea, body