Piecemeal thought

Sorrow is a troubled woman. If you don't open it, you will be ecstasy and difficult to extricate yourself.

The eternal light is the star of the earth, but it is covered by colorful neon.

Blue light, ancient scroll, a cup of sweet, one night lonely, quiet, quiet, leisure, elegant.

Eternity is out of time, but higher than time.

Victory is not to defeat others, but to defeat yourself.

The moths slammed into the fire, and some said that it was self-destructive, but they knew there, the tragic moment of the fire.

A cup of coffee, no matter how it is stirred, it is bitter. Just like a pain, no matter how hard you try, it is hard to forget.

I am isolated from this world because my heart does not allow outside infringement.

Looking up at the sky, the cloud is the expression of the sky.

Looking down on the ocean, the waves are the sound of the sea.

He Bo does not have to be ashamed in front of the sea god, because size is only the form of life, not the meaning of life.

Joy is happiness, but sadness and tears are accompanied and happy.

Open the window and feel the closeness of nature.

Lying in the fields, listening to the sound of the yellow land.

Knowledge lies in accumulation, yes, but if it only accumulates, does not release, does not produce new knowledge, it is just eating thought garbage.

There is no absolute perfection in this world, because perfection is a kind of flaw.

Think of yourself as someone else.

Think of others as yourself.

Think of yourself as yourself.

Think of others as others.

The second day: Fang Jiaxin