Guo Jingming Classic Quotations - Happy

What is happiness? It is to hide your sorrow and smile at everyone.

There is no soft love life in a hard city. It is not Lin Daiyu. It will not be because of sorrow, and the style of the people will never see the mirror, but I am referring to the world for a thousand years.

Memory is like the water that falls on the palm of your hand, whether you spread it or hold it tightly, it will still flow from the fingertips.

Who is the passer in life, who is the runner of life, the dust of past lives, the wind of this world, the soul of endless sorrow.

I went back and looked at my own path of growth. I watched day by day. I stood on the side of the road, my hands in my pockets of the windbreaker, and I saw countless people walking past me with no expression. Sometimes someone stopped. I smile, can be peach. I know that those who stayed will eventually become the warmth of my life. When I see them, I will remember that I will never give up.

There is no legend in this city that the grass grows long, it lives forever in reality, fast drumming, rushing figure, numb eyes, false smile, and I am being assimilated.

One day it will be unrecognizable. Time has not taught me anything, but taught me not to believe in myths easily.

The wind and the air blew through. One year has passed. In the coming year, it will be like this. I don't know whether there is frustration behind the stability, or whether there is stability in frustration. Just us, can't find it. A beast was injured. He could go to a cave to hide himself, and then he licked the wound himself and insisted on it, but once he was warmed up, it could not stand it.

The wound is like me. It is a stubborn child. I don't want to heal because the heart is a warm and humid place, suitable for anything to grow.

Because I know that you are a child who is easy to worry about, so I will hand you the line but don't dare to fly too far. No matter if I fly with the wind to the clouds, I hope you can see it. Even if I am ecstatic and I am lost, I know that you are waiting for me.

I don't like to talk but say the most every day. I don't like to laugh but always laugh. Everyone around me says that my life is so happy, so I think I am really happy. But why am I suddenly silent in a large group of friends, why do you see a similar back in the crowd, I am saddened to see the autumn trees frantically falling leaves, I forgot to talk, see the warm yellow light on the road. Forgot my original direction...

Whenever I look at the sky, I don't like to talk again. Whenever I speak, I don't dare to look at the sky again.

I look at you smiling, silent, proud, and lost as I am now, so I am happy to follow you, but I have been standing now and you are always there.

I can't wait for the day to wait for tears to fall.

Suddenly I felt like a gorgeous puppet, and played all the joys and sorrows, but there were always countless shiny silver threads on the back, and even if I manipulated me, I would do everything.

Youth is a bright sorrow, I didn't cry, but the tears flowed down.

The memories are like rotten leaves, those fresh greens have long been buried in the front of the time scale, but the overwhelming rot smell remains at the end of the time scale.

When I reluctantly started my new journey with my own bag, I knew that only a few friends stood behind me and stared. Their eyes are as vast and far-reaching as the setting sun, making me feel heavy.

However, when we decided to go on the road alone, all the curses of all the betrayal were left behind, we could smile reluctantly, crying sadly, but still continue to squat.

Like a child who looks up at the sky when he feels lonely, looks at the big sun, looks at the big moon, and looks at the neck sore, seeing tears in his eyes. This is true, good children don't tell lies.

He said that after death, there is hearing and sometimes feeling. If someone hears his beloved crying when he goes to the imperial power, then he will turn back and he will not be able to go up in the future.

Leave, let everything be simple, let everything have been forgiven, let us come back.

We stand outside of time, they lie flat under the river, and our youth is buried in the innermost part of the cave. I can't hear their voices and can't see their faces. I only see their lonely backs, like Saying goodbye.

I felt that the world suddenly fell into a piece of space, and then the night was filled like ink, and the sound disappeared. All the future seemed to be buried in a deep riverbed, under the thick mud of the riverbed. Rice, then there is still a kilometer in the water, there is no day.

It’s like someone holding a knife and looking for our weakest and least fortified part to gently poke in, then pull it out, bloody and fuzzy, and then stab it in, until the end of the pain becomes numb, now blurred, the future will become No one can know the ending.

In the days when the black wind blows, in the days when I saw the snowbirds screaming, in the smile that you looked down, in the cracks and gaps of thousands of years, I always burst into tears. Because I always Is it the most cruel and gentlest imprisonment?

We are all convinced that the snow is cold and the winter is long, and it cannot stop the return of warmth.

But all people have forgotten, warm and happy, spring is approaching, and it is impossible to stop the next winter.

I have been stunned for a hundred years and burned for a hundred years just to wait for a reunion with you. Because your happiness is all the faith in my life.

I don't know when I was dying, I looked so desolate that the sky would be so bleak, and the sorrow of the snowbird screamed and slanted across the sky. I saw your face floating above the blue sky, so I Laugh, because I saw you, happy like a child who grew up.

I saw the mottled deep shadow cast by life as I flew over my head. The hourglass turned over and the thousand cranes opened brilliantly for a season. I know that it has been another year. A lot of things have changed.

The love that is engraved behind the chair will be like a flower on the concrete, and a lonely forest without wind.

If the memory is as strong as steel, I should laugh and cry.

If steel is as hard as memory, then this is Huancheng, or it is dethroned.

The children who used to be on the top of the text were never happy. Their happiness was like a playful child. They wandered into the sky and wandered to the sky but refused to come back.

I leaned over to you in heaven, just as you look at me with a little sadness. I am looking up at you... just like you standing on the wilderness, looking up to our once holy ideals, one day I will come back. Bring back the scent of kapok, bring back our sparkling time, and then tell you that I have found heaven.

I am really happy, but behind each smile, like using a very thin and thin blade to draw a very shallow and shallow scar on the skin, the looming but delicate and lasting pain, sometimes overlooked, there are At the time, I rushed to the front of the sea, but I had the exhaustion I only felt.

I am not lonely, I am just a person, my world is like me alone, it is enough to be lively.

They said that they could start wandering on horseback. I raised my innocent face and the wooden horse that had been spinning for a day stopped in the same place. So I thought I was traveling around the earth. In fact, the world is like a gorgeous glass bottle filled with self-deception. Happiness, these happiness, we are used to calling them candy, Mr. Trojan, you must have seen the dreams and happiness of many children. Every morning, the playground door opens, the crowds at the playground every night are scattered, and the happiness of the hordes is happy. I want to smile and smile at you, but when I see you staying there, how can I suddenly cry sadly?

You casually said, I am seriously sad.

The birds in the sky, is your loneliness more than me, or my loneliness is more than you. The rest of the time, you accompany me, okay. So you are not lonely, I will not be alone.

Silent clouds, is your sadness more than me, or my forbearance is more than you. The future journey, forget me, good. So you are not sad, I also forgot memories.

Those who left, no matter how long I waited, they finally strewn in the end of the world. Sound and smile, no way to miss.

Finally one day, when I walked by you, you didn't see me again. I think, maybe this is forgotten.

I went back to see my own path of growth, watching day by day. I stood alone on the side of the road with my lonely gesture, and my hands were inserted in the pocket of the windbreaker. I saw countless people walking past me blankly. Occasionally, someone stopped and smiled at me. I know that these people who stayed will eventually become the warmth of my life.

Who gave me the love that was not shocked? Who accompanied me to see the scenery of the passing years?

Please remember my name, and remember the years I have sown on you. It is the only wealth in my thin life. Please remember me, remember that I used tears and uncomfortable church to teach you...

I am tired. When I look up, my neck hurts. When I look at the sky, my eyes will not open. I am used to the dim light in the dark, in fact, I am used to a kind of hysterical numbness. Everything is aimed at dragging itself, and in the end, everyone will die.

Tears can't stand anything but cowardice.

In fact, our life is one dream after another. Sometimes we are indulged in dreams and we don't want to wake up. We cried in our dreams and laughed. We were so happy. When we woke up, we started another dream. Those who are unwilling to come out of their dreams will remain in their memories forever.

I failed to catch any traces, but I like this feeling of nothing, it makes me clean like a person who has been dead for many years.

Tears are wet and I don’t know if there will be a sadness in the coming year.

I will feel sad when I see you are not happy. I will be even more sad when I see you happy.

If it's too cold, hold your legs a little, this is a good posture. I am used to this posture every day, like a lonely child...

The grass was burned endlessly by time, leaving the boys and sad girls who had been thin in the photo, no one remembers, no one would ask, when they will go, when will they come again.