In the end, what kind of dispersal should the text experience? How many hurts do you feel? How many people loved and missed? How much memory is engraved and how much regret is left? In the end it is to be able to relax easily? Why is there always someone obsessed with, some people resolutely, some people are obsessed with it, and others can't be relieved? In years, it is a river that can never be crossed. It looks like a bland
To make the appearance simple, the connotation will be more abundant. To make the demand simple, the mind will be more abundant. Making the process simple, the texture will be a bit more rich. To make the speech a little simple, the communication will be more abundant. To make learning simple, knowledge will be more abundant. Making selfishness simple, friendship will be a little more enriched. Let the frustration be a little simpler and experience will be a little more abundant
In the world, many people lamented that the weather was rough and the road was always rugged. In the face of life, they often bow their heads and are unhappy. In fact, people live is a kind of spiritual practice, as long as the shoulders of a quiet, Mu a sunshine, with a touch of light ink poetry, they will be able to ride songs, leisurely. Although there are accidents, storms and obstacles in life, there are more than one road in the world and more than one hope. Maybe
The attitude is correct, we are relaxed. In fact, we can all face a lot of things. It is often the case that we have succeeded! A priest in the United States prepared a preparatory work for the next day at home. His younger son was noisy in the house. It was unsafe. The priest tore off the next world map from a magazine, and then torn to pieces, and dropped it on the ground and said: "Child, if you can
Where did you go? When you were young, you always surrounded them and never left. When you were young, you always surrounded them and never left. However, no matter how they dispute, they always forget quickly. Bigger, finally moving out to live, free. Every time they come home, they all wait for the entire home to be moved to you. The most regrettable job
Outside the window of Nan Wen / Nan Chen, it is a landscape, but it is not in my heart. In my heart, there is a scenery but it is not outside the window! — Inscription early winter season, leaves have. Although the leaves are falling, it is a kind of inevitable. Although the cold, although it cuts the skin, it is a season. The snow dance, though beautiful, is a landscape. The taste is full of taste, but tasteless, because see through; read all over the mountains, and no scene, because to see;
Calm life is not lonely. Calmness is not mediocrity, it is an attitude of life, a state of life, wisdom is indisputable, and it is a pursuit of simple life. In life, we always encounter something that makes us unpleasant. We feel irritated and the desire to vent is filled with the brain. But the result is often hurt others, but also hurt themselves and make themselves more unhappy.
Children, you were born on this day. You cry so loudly that you are constantly struggling because you know that you will accept great challenges in this world. It is not easy for you to live bravely in this world. You are very scared, but your expression is only one, it is crying, you are very simple, because you are only a child. Your hands are holding tightly, only holding your watery face
The mind is a tree that never grows old. It always seeks the first in hundreds of thousands of times. The heart is a tree that will bloom. It is always the truest to bloom in thousands of turns. The title time hastily rushed through the gap, stealing our initial dreams. There is no trace of time, and none of us can stop it. The first dream, like the sunshine between the fingers, is warm and beautiful, but it cannot be grasped;
Life is alive and there is always something old about the empty city. The years are not yet high; there are always seasons, a cold season, and sorrow everywhere. Give yourself a strong, dry tears; give yourself a self-confidence, not humble; give yourself a free and easy, go ahead. Gently product, quietly hidden. In order to see the sun, I came to this world; to walk with the sun, I smiled sadly. Many people, many things passed, let it become
The text/dream dreams are dying, we laugh, we have experienced, and we have experienced. The human condition is warm and we have endured. The journey of life is a journey, all the way to the ditch, constantly crossing, all the way sour, constantly surpassed, along the way, mature, and gratitude. Enjoy a spring flower, watch the season fall, collect a piece of knowledge, travel hurry, just a victory and loss
Heart repair: No matter how you choose, as long as it is your choice, there is no right or wrong. In the past, you will not be satisfied with your present, and now you will not be satisfied with your future. If you have the guts to choose, you should also have the courage to bear the consequences. When a person grows up, he dares to face himself fiercely: Before choosing, there is a face that is sincere and firm; after the choice, there is one that will never change.
This is what life is like. Whether it has been seized or gone, it is impossible for those things to leave. Although some things cannot be returned, some people can only be buried forever. There is a kind of love with tears, but it is very poignant. It is called giving up! Abandoning painful, but also a kind of happiness, feelings can not be stubborn, if you seize it, grasping is also a scar and pain. Hold your hand tightly, there is nothing inside, hands out.
Hope is to look for an optimistic shadow in the gloom of pessimism. The skeleton supports the body and hopes to support the spirit. If only the body does not have spirit, it is a zombie, a mass of rotten meat, and the gods dissipate. Therefore, the spirit is indispensable. Hope is a must. Hope should be positive, measured, upper bound, and lower bound, but it should not be blind, there is no border, there is no occasion,
"The First" was written to you. If life never met, I was still the one I was. I dreamed occasionally. Then I began to run day after day and drowned in this hustle and bustle of the city. I don't understand that there is one such person in this world that makes me memorable. If life never met, I would not believe that there is a kind of person who feels warm when he is acquainted. There is a kind of person who can never get tired of it. The first
20 years old, what are your youth? Have you had time to squander it? Now you are racking your brains to complete a job in a classroom, or sewing a sewing machine with cloth, or an oily lathe with parts up and down, or a desk or a cafe in a shop. know how? It's too shallow, but it's a spray. Beautiful? It is a beautiful jade that is noble and beautiful.
In the vast sea of people, no one does not like happiness, no one does not expect happiness, and no one does not wish for happiness. But different eras have different understandings. Different classes have different opinions. Different ages have different requirements. No matter how different it is, one thing is the same, that is when happiness comes, it will feel more wonderful than wonderful, more happier than happy, and always excited
A tiny cell—a fertilized egg that is invisible to the naked eye—divides two, two and four…differentiates various organs and begins to take shape. After ten months of hardship and sacred birth, she eventually fell to the ground and separated from her mother. She came to the new world and began a life-filled adventure full of adventure and excitement. As the German philosopher Leibniz put it, "There are no two identical leaves in the world."
I don’t know since when I’ve had so much sentimentality. When I meet with some helplessness, I’m very emotional and it’s not a key to look back. It’s important to hope that this lament is not a bad thing. I think so. Just to comfort myself, remember when I was in junior high school, when I read a sentence in a novel, it probably means something like this: trusting others most is to be friends with death;
I forgot how long it took to write something in space. I forgot how long I didn't care so much about people. Some things, I forgot who can be with me forever. Is everyone's end all their own? Did everyone know how to cherish after losing? Is it that many people like to live in the past? Each of us likes to tell people or tell ourselves to let it pass in the past.