Do not think that if life is unbearable, it is because there is no opportunity for life to be repeated. If it is how it was, it will not be what it will be now. There is no real good or bad for each choice of mouthwash. Just think of life as His unique creation will not frequently look back. If a different choice was originally made, one-way tickets will be sold in life. The past is more important.
First, people look beautiful rather than live beautiful! Second, when the pants lose the belt, they only know what is called dependence. Third, some things, knowing that it is wrong, but also to insist, because they can not be reconciled; some people, knowing that love is also to give up, because there is no ending; sometimes, knowing that the road is gone, but still moving forward because of the habit . 4. Everyone was born when they were born. Sadly, many people
Years later, but years of incense. Hantan Zhiqiuyi, Liu Di students cool breeze. Dead leaves want old, no longer old clear. You can't stay in Qinghua Fangjin and you can't disperse. The changes in the vast land of the world, the hot summer in the world, the intricacies of purple and purple, the stories you are watching, there are always ups and downs, separation and separation, there is sadness and joy in the plain. The sky in the rainy season was a little gloomy, quiet and cold
Regardless of what shoes to wear, the most important thing is to fit the feet; regardless of what kind of marriage, the most beautiful thing is harmony. Do not just want to be luxurious shoes, and wronged their own feet, others see the shoes, they feel the feet. Feeling is more important than shoes. This is a truth. Many people often forget that life is their own. No one but anyone else knows it. A pair of shoes feels comfortable again.
The cloud is made up of green mountains, and the flowers are green and the mountains are red, the fog is green, and there is no water in the chest. The earth is rooted in the sky, listening to endless storms and dust, touching the world, smiling and laughing, condensing and laughing, and living near. The scenery is good. Slowly walking on the road of life, there is a small wooden house in the depths of the thorns. The ivy of the four seasons is covered with corners, surrounded by unknown flowers.
【one. Born to live. There is a famous saying in a TV series about life. It is your mother who gave birth to you. Then you have to live on your own. This sentence is justified and inspirational. Before I went to a class, the teacher said that life is to live alive and angry. The teacher dialed and said that this was what I lacked. I was eating at the time and I only ate in my mouth
Youth, with tears to precipitate the youth, really thin, like a dandelion floating in the sky, the wind blows, and then scattered. – Inscription We spent four years finally fell in love with this piece of land that once complained of countless times, but still had to leave at the last moment. Every year, many schoolchildren are seen dragging their luggage out of the gates of the campus, wondering why there are
The twilight came quietly and the time was safe and sound; people faded with the wind and smoke, ordinary stories, carved the time, brought a bit desolation; ordinary people, pick up a bit touched, sip a flower, sit quietly in time, see the other side of the flowers, security Have a stable life. Sitting quietly in the street, facing the sea, watching the spring flowers. Stand on the fields of hope, look at the white clouds floating in the sky, smile lightly, finger
The sky of June is bright and clear. Occasionally, there will be a large cloud that floats across. It will be light and noisy in the brows. The air will be filled with the fragrance of flowers. Looking down, the mountains will be green and the flowers in the distance will be in turmoil. Season The gorgeous, engraved in my eyes a colorful picture. Every morning, sitting in the sun that belongs to his own, a warm pot of warm incense, in the world of words or joy or sadness
“The bigger the bigger the more I miss it, the more courageous I am when I was a teenager, and the more we were happily happily, the more I was happier, my heart was like a tree full of flowers, and I was looking forward to having a rainbow ~~ in heavy rain”. How many times is the melody single cycle cycled, reflecting the loneliness of the night, and if this kind of starry little dust, constantly reverberates in this empty and lonely room, the lyrics of the rhetoric rhyme one by one.
What people can do to survive is to be able to afford themselves. If people are alive, they must do something good, do something within their power, and do something that is beneficial to the society and the people around them. If a person can understand this truth, the person’s life may be less confused, and there will be less emptiness, more sense of security, and more real results.
In a near-innocent year, he suddenly turned and suddenly discovered that his experience was somewhat vague, and that not many things could be deeply printed in his head. And there are too many things that have become far away and have even gone away. Once ignorant youth, once youth troubles; once the cold window to study hard, once lost in confusion; once young frivolous, once full of aspirations; once passionate
Life is the first beautiful song, although the lyrics are a bit tangled in my 24-year-old I am 24 years old, is a pretty old age. Want to buy a car, want to buy a house, and occasionally want to get married. It seems that this is already a task, and it is no longer a goal. Sometimes it is also thinking like this. I am still so young and I want so many things. It is time for me to come slowly and say that I am still too impatient. Okay, I admit it's a
Flowers are drawn at the fingertips, like tears, tears, and ink marks. The rain with a deep affection of the string, how can we not think about the fleeting years, who's tears vaguely obscured the old events, shallow and faint, trying to shut Acacia, sit quietly under the linden tree, incense in the past. Picking up the initial wish, I stood at the top of the mountain, and was exceptionally blue. Now it is dry, tears fall, and the memory is buried in the ridiculous desert.
Some time ago, my mind had been pondering two words. One was “youth” and the other was “life”. I didn't know when I started to become deep. When you think about it, the thirty-year-old age isn't really a time when it's time for bean curd, but it won't be enough to feel the "meaning of life". Is he really old? Ask your wife. The wife said: When you wear sports shoes, you start wearing socks.
Sometimes we don't know whether it is left or right. When we go outside, we don't know when it's the end. I don't know when it's the end-result, life, people, and duckweed. I don’t know when or where I’m going, I feel like a lonely boat in the sea, floating around, unpredictable, and uneasy, maybe the impulse of my youth, maybe the juvenile bruising, and my own bruises, and more.
Nostalgic, looking for a place to calmly and unknowingly, I do not know when the first few years, infected with sentimental, fall in love with nostalgia, like to write nostalgic texts, listen to classic old songs, watch stereotyped movies, take a black and white lens Old photos, like a touch of flowers, like a bleak season, like quiet landscapes, listen to meditation in meditation, see the snow-white sky, bleach the silver-gray sky, bleach the dark yellow mood, let
Everyone came to the world in the text/Heart of softness. Some people go with it and turn to forget. Some people have to rub shoulders and must look back. There is a lack of peace in the moon, people have joys and sorrows and disengagement, this matter, since ancient times it is difficult to complete! – Inscriptions are alive and have experienced vicissitudes. Obviously, there is a lack of harmony, separation and separation. Why in the face of parting, my heart is always infinitely ambiguous.
Life is like a song, happiness is like water, flowing quietly in the heart, moisten the heart, and catch a spring breeze with heart, a sun, a rain, happiness can be rooted and blooming, blooming like a lily, filled with fragrant, fingertips. Heart, floating in the spring, summer, autumn and winter, feeling hot and cold sweet and sour, fantasy that sweet and warm happiness at the fingertips, thousands of sails when it is exhausted, the pursuit of dreams, nostalgic, in
Youth grows at the tip of the old memories of the total love at the corner of the growing scene. Youth is always in the fingertips, with the appearance of the old, bit by bit, and the old people shine in the mild sunshine. The old people are in the memory of the breeze. . We have youth as if we are all-powerful, and as if we have nothing. Our life is like day-to-day lapses, blinking at the tip of the fingers, and climbing along with youth.