Written wonderful, read heartache. (Selected good text)

Life is in a hurry, although looking at the blue silk into snow, exaggerated comparison, but the time rushed no one can not retain, looking back in the next year, there will always be a few moments of blink of an eye, indifference, how many people can see the sea into the mulberry field?

Life, all things, how can everything go well, everything goes smoothly, pain is not all of life, hurt, cry, the days are still over, the hard part is to endure.

Sad, quietly walked away; sad, silent sleep. Injured, clenched his teeth, and painfully learned to smile slightly and hold up his waist. Life needs to be like this. Natural and calm, we must continue to struggle tomorrow!

The beauty of a person is not a face, but a past event that has been experienced, leaving a scar in the heart to fade away, making it strong and safe. Therefore, elegance is not trained, but an experience. It is not a disguise, but a kind of precipitation.

In a sense, people will never be old, old is just the face, time will make a soul become more and more moving.

If one day I lose everything, nothing will change. Who will stand by me and say to me: Nothing, you still have me? Are you a buddy, a friend, or a lover?

The happiness of the face can be seen by others. Who can feel the pain in my heart? When I am really angry, I am not crying or making trouble, but a person who is quietly waiting to speak.

I will not ask, I will not mention it. If I am sad, I will keep going. I will not be noisy, no trouble, and my heart will be replaced by silence.

Sometimes people are too heavy to look at, and in the eyes of others they are nothing.