Jingye Cong-Xu Shuer really wanted to leave his time as a sweet conjecture in that autumn and winter when the spring flowers were in full bloom in that winter Xuemei’s shadow. Won't wake up, and when I stood up to the sun, the bright moments of standing in the air dispelled the haze that enveloped my heart. At that moment, I realized that as long as I embrace the sunshine and sunlight,
The world is wonderful and the human feelings are colorful. It is often the vast crowd of color that smears a colorful and beautiful life. Some people accompanied each other all morning and evening, and it was a blessing; it was an infatuated lover who needed to run with oil and salt; some people had few opportunities to meet, but when they were happiest and most distressed, they first thought of him. Kinds of people are friends, and they need to use their hearts to comprehend and watch. phase
Life has changed me. I have seen what I don’t like to eat. I’ll decisively leave and choose not to eat. Today’s me, even if I don’t like it, will silently accept a few mouthfuls; life has changed me, I will feel angry or even shouting because of my family's talking about me, and now I will accept the advice my family gives me because they are good for me; life has changed me,
Life is alive. Everyone has his or her own reasons. Everyone has his or her chance. Some people have a smooth life. Some live a life of ups and downs, and some live a life of ordinary life. Regardless of the circumstances in your life, don't complain, don't give up, and don't hate others. Convincing oneself is a kind of intellectual victory; I am moved by myself and it is a sublimation of the soul.
Life is like the sea, and the waves are boundless. Only after a bit of hard work can we bring together a vast ocean. Life is like this, a little bit of life will create a beautiful life. Life is not as good as ten or nine. You may want to be a bright moon, but in the end it becomes a star; you may want to become a big tree, and finally become a pillar of grass; you may want to be ho
Fingers are too wide, time is too thin, and life is really short. When you look back, you suddenly realize that it is late. Time is really the most powerful magician. In its hands, everyone grows and grows quietly in silent change. Unconsciously, those once passionate and persistent, those who once had innocence and dreams, have slowly gone in the years. Looking back into the distance, those
There is a realm called aloofness, there is a sense of attainment, and there is an innocentness called nature, there is an attitude called leisurelyness, there is an achievement called exaltation, there is a prosperousness called solitude, there is a kind of joyful joyfulness, and there is a kind of relief, The kind of happiness I want is indifferent. People, difficult things to see, take charge, adversity, see the chest. It's hi, anger, seeing, raising, looking at wisdom,
[Middle Years Memories] In many evenings, I like to stand on the horizon, watching the evening stretch the shadows, watching the sunset dye the town into warm colors. However, when the wind blows on that night, I still can't help but think of some outdated stories… (1) At that time, the mountains and rivers were silent and plain. In the afternoon sun, the light butterfly was often chased by the puppy in the yard. There was a girl under the childhood wall.
I still miss you but I will not contact you again! The time is going and we are walking. Some people have no contact once they walk, and some people say goodbye and never see it again. If time has been going so fast, we will not even think of memories. Say good, forget it. I'm fine, so what about you? Those people have names, and some of them I forgot. Some of them I will always remember. As
Bring a warm and beautiful life; a sincere and pure heart. People, live is a kind of mood! Even if life is like a play, it is never too late to rehearse, but the director in the play is our own! The story or sadness or joy is in fact based on our own inner heart and what kind of soul is given to this life like a play. If the heart is shining, it will be warm; if the heart mourns, it will be desolation! Of course,
So many rub shoulders in life, there can be several people in the same year, so many years side by side, how many know each other. Life is in a hurry, who can understand who's soul, the years are long, who can solve who's heart sounds. In this world, less is to know each other. What is missing is mutual understanding. Between the bustling, there is always a sense of loneliness, coming and going, every time there is a sense of drift. It turns out that life is difficult to understand,
Love is very deep and shallow. Love can be a city, a big city, a small love, a small city, love, in the heart; love, can be a trickle of tricks, always inadvertently into the heart of the sea; love, can be a flying geese, Qin sound, autumn grass shortage . In the world, there is no love for no reason, and no hate for no reason. Love is actually a simple and beautiful emotion. Love can sometimes melt ice, sometimes
Lightly leaning on the door of time, a pen, through the four seasons, understatement, in addition to memory, is not a sign of growth. If you haven't seen the gorgeous flowers, how can you know the sadness of the flowers? If you do not keep a silent story, how can you taste the bitterness of your life? How can one experience the pace of growth without the baptism of a heavy rain? Essay – February 14th, fingertips, affection, shallow
[a] gently, I came. As a cloud, occasionally projecting in the heart of your lake, please do not care, come, go, are all unintentionally. You don't have to panic, talk, speak, laugh, and do so. It's very good. Road, the direction of its own road. Cloud, home of the free cloud. I like to be so quiet, see tears, and open into flowers; watching the fleeting years, the trickle of streams, gathered into streams, and converging into the sea. Poly
Text/fallen red hearth lives in this world, will inevitably encounter unsatisfactory things, the road that has been walked, the scenery encountered along the way, can not stay, can not turn back, all the way wind and rain, all the way song, have happiness, have regrets, also have Lost. When you are alone, you will find that the world is really quiet. Most of the time, you need a person to face it. The long road of life depends on who is better than you.
The road of life, there are always a few bends, a few channels, a few cans; life taste, there is always a bit bitter, a bit acidic, a bit astringent. There are some things that you can't understand. You can close your eyes with one eye. Some people can't guess and just pretend to be confused. There are some things that you can't figure out. The day is like a cup of tea and a tasteful taste. The most comfortable or light taste, read the years, through the red dust, you will find
Smile is a sharp weapon to conquer dilemma, and it is also a good type to change mood. Behind the smile is a solid, incomparable power, a kind of great enthusiasm and confidence in life, a high style of sincerity and open-minded, a kind of face to face The wisdom and courage of life. – From the heart's heart to the heart, the world changes. Our inner thoughts can change the outward appearance and can also change the surrounding environment. fast
In the years of trekking, each person has his own story deep inside; during the course of his life, he will examine himself, and he will not confide in happiness and joy. The impression of years is a rough one. The path taken is fortunate or bumpy. It is right or wrong. No one can see through it. Cherish it now, don’t regret it when you’ve passed it; in perfect light, look down on it, only have a good state of mind, and only after the precipitation is quiet
Fireworks in March, Tao Ying Liu Lu, spring green south. The grass grows and flies in the season, with flowers and flowers, and a bright moon, a beautiful spring. Even if there is rain, if the fog is like smoke, it will dip the small town in the south, in the moist air, strolling in the blue stone alley with a small umbrella, leisurely past scenes, in the Linlin memories, search for the past. Kiss the spring breeze, the shower in the warm spring flowers,
The essence of life is trivial and fragmentary; the taste of life is bitter and sweet; the process of life is repeated; the rhythm of life is busy and busy; the melody of life, joy and sorrow; the mood of life, ups and downs . Being alive is actually a gesture. There was no disturbance, because I knew what to do and what to do; I was not stumbled because I knew who I was and who was me; I was not desolate because