Men are most afraid of doubt, women are most afraid of suspicion. Some things that are wrong are not the ups and downs of the road, but the doubts of the heart; some of them are gone, not the beauty and ugliness of the face, but the doubts of the heart. Even the best eye can not see the place, you need to observe and think; no matter how good the ear can not hear, you need to listen to understand. The heart must not be beautiful, love must not be sweet. Men are also vulnerable to tears and need women to understand
There is a kind of beauty that we cannot see or touch. It needs to be felt with heart. This kind of beauty is kindness. Kindness is to devote one's own energy to the earth to nourish the growth of all things; goodness is the rain of early summer, irrigating the hearts of people, letting the greenery of the nursery of hope; kindness is the autumn wind, selflessly helping the old leaves return His own hometown; kindness is the winter snow cover,
Life is alive, for good luck, for price, for money, for power, for joy, for health and longevity… Everyone lives in the world, mortal beings, who are eager and unwilling, and several others can escape from their troubles and perplexities. Life is less than ninety-nine. Learn to transcend. When you are troubled, you don’t have to talk. When you're confused, don’t be jealous. Don’t pray for anyone to share pain for us. Others can’t share it. You can only resolve it yourself.
Some love is just scenery, some people just passing. I have always believed that as long as love does not wither, the ripples will ripple. As long as the situation is still there, the butterfly will fly out of my heart. However, when the moment is faint, everything becomes a backward scenery, no longer Eyes overlap. Often like to sit alone, drink with a cup of tea, sing with a book, and soothe with a song, just like a person
Actually, I only hoped that it was just that moment. I never asked you to give me your life. If you can meet you on the hillside full of gardenias, if you can deeply love once and leave again; then For a long period of life, it is not just a short moment when you look back. Love is like a flower, need care; love like tea, will cook only incense. Don’t worry about hurting you. Certainly need to love you.
A dream in life, life depends on the heart, as long as the state of mind is not old, as long as the belief is not eliminated, no matter how far the road, there will be an end; no matter how deep the pain, there will be an end. The choice is actually very simple, and I go to places where I feel at ease, and listen to my own voice. With a beautiful heart, look at the world scenery; With a happy heart, trivial life; With a grateful heart, thanks to experience
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 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
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.
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