The suffering of life will eventually pass, and the sun is always after the storm!

The suffering of life will eventually pass, and the sun is always after the storm!

Youth, beautiful, people are at a loss

Years, passing people do not agree

And I am a happy, constantly wandering

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A color, a color that belongs to the hometown.

A kind of emotion is often stunned by the heart, worried about feelings, instigating and years, leaving home for a long time, I don’t know when, in every dark night, suddenly I miss home, I want my mom and dad, think of my hometown. All kinds of feelings. Like a color, in the best childhood time in memory, the hometown... Those times are far away from the time of change, and have long gone.

This is a feeling of drifting. Often when there is a tired heart, there will always be countless confusion, the future, a distant vocabulary, happiness, and the pursuit of a lifetime. Often in this confusion between me, I can't find the end.

A cigarette in the middle of the night, a cup of hot tea, became the habit of life.

Perhaps, life is a choice, non-stop choice, career, will make our life, love, happiness for a lifetime. Friendship, the wealth of a lifetime. Family, will be our forever care. This kind of choice is in my regret, but I will never choose the content that suits me best in the complicated reality. Or, the choice of the road, after the choice is difficult to adhere to, always want to take shortcuts, after all, is to pick up sesame and throw away watermelon; many choices are difficult.

Wandering is a kind of forgetting. Many people want to forget a lot in this way, but I think it is a messy mood record. I like text and often record a lot about myself. I don't know when it started, and I haven't written the text for a long time.

Take a happy road and be a simple self

I don't know how long I have been in my life. I don't know how much of my life is in my own days. The happiness of those years is getting less and less. I feel like I am far away from me. I am a distant place far away. Hey.

When you are tired, look up and see the sky that belongs to you. It is really quiet. It is like listening to your heartbeat. Countless sorrows, countless thoughts, like a piece of notice, floating in the invisible wind, lonely and sad in the desolateness of the vast sky, sighing gently, is trying to bury the loneliness? ? I have always been convinced that a once-in-a-life encounter can be worth more than ten thousand lonely! But why do you now turn to the red dust, in this fascinating night, the mellow melodies indulge in the beauty of yesterday, and feel the fall of today?

I often like the sorrow of the rainy weather. It seems that only such an atmosphere can completely relax in my own mood, like the face that is awake on the radiator, the hard body is a little bit soft, and the various desires are hidden. A little bit of fermenting gaze through any obstacles in front of the eye, being smashed into thousands of light particles and seeing everything you want to see.

Accept what has happened in the usual heart. With a broad heart, tolerate people who are sorry for you. With the same heart, adhere to the correct concept. With the heart of joy, help those who need help. With the help of letting go, face the hard things. With a beautiful heart, appreciate the things around you. Treat everyone with sincerity. Share the happiness of others with a happy heart. Pass on the experience of success with selflessness. Grateful and grateful for everything you have.

People and things that are always in memories and memories, like the wind, have shaken their hearts. And I listened in my thoughts and talked in loneliness. Capture the dissipated warmth and hurt the distance. The encounter in the fate was also separated after the baptism of the years, and the wall that had been circled by hand was never found.

The girl she liked that year is also a kind of pure love. Silently paying attention to it for many years, knowing that she is in love, maybe, she is very happy. Since I received her call that day, I heard in tears: I broke up... Love, maybe it’s hard.

The person who can't stay, let love fly to the world of her dreams, find her fragrance, and let herself unload the burden of the heart; no longer like the love of the first, let go, let go of love, let it live In the vast world, the soul flies and dances out of the prosperity of the world; the increasingly weak feelings let it fly away, take away all the past, let everything dust, no longer nostalgia.

The road that has passed, the people who have loved, are precious marks in memory. The memory is so crowded, the road to the rush, but the unintentional touch, and easily emerge again, clear and embarrassing. I would rather think that it is a desolate promise, let love halfway; always wait for a windy day, walk with you through the spring long embankment; I still believe that you will not disappear, and you disappear, but time, and pain .

Life is the choice, and giving up is the art of choice, a required course in life. Without bold courage, there is no brilliant choice. Instead of struggling, it’s better to wave your hand and wave your hand, bravely choose to give up. Goethe said: "The whole mystery of life is to give up living for survival.

Life is hurt, painful, sweet and bitter. Every kind of trauma is a kind of maturity. It makes people think, makes people strong, and makes people more cherish. If a person does not suffer hard, it is difficult to give compassion; if a person does not suffer, it is difficult to know the sweet taste. Bravely facing suffering, optimistic overcoming suffering is also a kind of practice. There is no eternal night, no eternal winter, suffering will end, and the sun is always after the storm!