Everyone’s life cannot be accomplished with everything and everything goes smoothly. As long as one is grateful and has a wide heart, one can look down on everything. After experiencing it, you will understand it. Once you experience it, you will grow up and experience it. It also improves. My heart is small. All my trifles are big and my heart is big. All the big events are small and difficult. I look at my adversity and my admiration.
The fleeting year is a song without words. Those who care about their hearts, those feelings of grace, and rivers of time, are engraved with the traces of the years we have gone through, and they have a fragrant scent in the aftertaste. Life is another way. ——The inscription  met with the sunshine of early spring, with fragrance, bright and clear interpretation. For a long time, I didn’t stop writing and writing.
The seasons are twirling, sways the warmth of the depths of the years, and sips a warm autumn day, warming the time. Pick up the laughter of a year, and on a bland day, keep quiet inside. Those feelings that fall with the autumn leaves are the most beautiful poems of this season. — The inscription once fell down and knew the autumn, lightly leaned on the corner of the season, listening to a cloud of Zen, shut the door temporarily, looking for a quiet place in the deep red, unloading
The ocean that picks up the happy life may be blue and clear. It may be calm as time goes by; it is a long absence from peace, happiness is wandering around… —— Inscriptions are collected with a grateful attitude – to reap happiness. Grass is grateful for the sunshine and rain, and when it grows old, it sprouts new green. The tree feels grateful for the fierce sun and grows upright from childhood;
The time is light, and the years are gloomy. With a touch of emotion in the fleeting years, the warmth and touch that are engraved in the rhythm of life are the traces of happiness that life has left us. – Inscription lonely autumn, with a warm gesture, caressing the face of the season, the bright autumn sun, with the fine crushing and mottled time, warm and cool season. Lightly lean on the threshold of time, look out of the window
In Yu You’s case, the most intimate of the human world will always be the hometown sound of the hometown, the hometown of the attachment that is always the hometown, and the warmest home will always be the swaying light of the home, the most unforgettable one. It is always his mother standing at the entrance of the village. – Inscription time, like water flowing past, the footsteps of the new year with all the way to the wind and dust. Blowing in the north wind, year
The dead leaves make people think, and the snow meets spring. After a few degrees of autumn, it is always in this winter. Now, when you turn around, it will spring up. If you see me now, you must not think I was a weak escaper. Go in a story that is not ending and travel through a strange city. Think again, I don’t know what kind of power I’m going to give back to sunny.
Wen/Ye is gradually tired and lazy after singing and dancing on the stage of the heart. It is like performing a drama. Many of the figures under the stage were diffused, and finally left empty. A mood called helplessness wrapped up in time. There is no star and moon outside the window. The night is very long. A cup of unsweetened bitter coffee has just been washed out. The light smoke rises, and the thoughts are seen.
Life is a boat that passes through naive childhood and enters the harbor of youth. What is youth? Youth is a cup of tea, and the regular product is not greasy. Youth is a book that does not tire of reading 100 times. Youth is a river, running more than it is; youth is a song that never fails. Youth is Wei Zi Yao Huang, Li Qingqing's speech is difficult to describe its beauty; youth, is the harmony of beads, it is difficult to depict the precious flowers.
【1】 In the winter afternoon, alone in the warm sun, the breeze blew over the long hair that fell on his shoulders and gently swayed. Once I remembered the deceased loved ones, my tears were always gloomy and my heart was in my heart. Today, I have deeply understood the meaning of the phrase "the tree wants to be quiet but the wind is not there, and the child wants to keep it and never kiss it." Finally, I understand that the pro-people’s
Wen/Ye is born in this world and appreciates this life and heart. It will inevitably stir and give birth to many emotions. Many times our hearts will feel exhausted and confused because of the disappointments and pains of their feelings and life. Don't even know where to go. I think, I'm not a very lucky woman, nor is it a very happy woman. These many years of pressure and lots of
Beautiful soul in the dark, quiet people. Like unbridled and leisurely mind, leisure, peace, with a little humor and a touch of sentimentality, such a state is a touch of deep feelings in the heart. We often go through a thrilling fight and will rest in the depths of our hearts. After a brilliant pursuit, we will ponder in the depths of the soul. After an arduous exercise, we will be tenacious in the depths of our hearts.
There are many things that cannot be said when people are alive. Sometimes we go too far and often forget the original road; sometimes looking too clear, often do not see things; sometimes too much thought, often lose self. Life is like a mirror. If you have a heart, you have it. If you have no heart, then you will be quiet. If you have a hollow heart, you will realize it. Learn to smile, learn to face, learn to let go, let everything follow, feel free, and follow. Read one person, you
Sometimes, it is too impetuous, too artistic, too vain, too pursuing something that does not belong to oneself, perhaps just because of loneliness. Perhaps the road we have traveled is too short. The world is too big. Our own world is too small. In a trance we forget how we live. — Inscription 1, cherish the length of life, we can not measure, can only rely on their own harvest experience, a little bit
Time rushed, years old. In the blink of an eye, it has reached the end of 2013. It's like a micro movie, a few fragments. Or smile, or silence. Touch the pen tip and swipe once for yourself. No matter if it is a memorial or a memorial. If you look back, your youth has already passed. No matter how you do it, you will never find it. In the passage of time, joy and pain accompany. Experience
You are the world's most sophisticated, and you have spent three thousand. One deep and one shallow, you walk on the edge of time, look through the picturesque rivers and mountains Liu Ruyan, smell all over thousands of cabinets and shreds of bamboo sounds, smashing a period of turbulent years. Clouds and clouds, faintly vaguely faintly, Bi pond side, Qin Se faint, hey, who is in the reflection of the waves, smiled, will be a melody into the rhyme of the rhyme of the piano into the soft, drunk Tang poetry, drunk Song Drunk as water
When Liu Lijuan, a quiet woman, combs her hair or shampoos, her hair falls on her back and looks into the mirror. Her hair turns white and her eyelids become bigger every day. The ups and downs, the white hair, the loss, the helplessness, the sentimentality, the wave of attacks on the heart. The age of youth seems to be yesterday, how old is it? While lamenting the years when I was ruthless, I always reflect on the path I have taken. Grumpy, impatient, talking
Wait, what is waiting? Is it inseparable or not? Is it good or bad? Who knows what to say? Some people say that waiting is long and indefinite. Others say that waiting has no result. Others say that waiting is a blessed hand holding a promise, standing on the other side, composing a lovesickness, filling the heart, and waiting for the sun to sink. The sun in my heart rises. Extremely bitter in the world, except who is waiting?
Looking back, some people will remember forever. Some things we can't forget in our lifetime. Memories of past events, such as flowers blossoming, have been fragrant and withered in our lives every moment. Some memories are sparse with rain and showers, and sometimes they grow into a vast ocean. They sometimes fly into catkins. In the past, the reflection of thoughts is more lingering. After years of immersion, it is more vivid and rich.
Youth is used for nostalgia. This is a sentence in "To Youth". Some people said: "They cried after watching the movie. I admit that I am crying out too soon. What is the reason? It's not clear which one of them is. I have always been looking forward to it because the director is an idol, Zhao Wei, and she expects that she will bring me different things and give me a fresh feeling. Perhaps more hope