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1. Life, every day has a different scene, the people who stayed and the people who left. Listen to the recording every day, start a morning meeting, do training, go online, and start again. It seems that it is a bit lack of oxygen, and it is getting thicker. It's just that every week or one or two weeks, the team will have new people to join, there is fresh blood, and it feels like a new beginning. Every day, the slogan will have three "refueling", and it is not too much.

2. Youth is like a rushing river. If you don’t come back, you can’t say goodbye! As the old boy sang, the memories and emotions we once had have been missed. A poet once said that fault is a short regret. Missing is a regret forever. Was the original wish fulfilled? Has it been a memorial to the present? Only the numbness of me has not been the blood of the year. The singing voice not only represents the change of the temperament, but also for those years. Nostalgia and thoughts that shine with the age of ideals and brilliance. Thus, the impetuous desire to return, the distant become the eternal. Perhaps, from the next moment, those memories will really drift away as time goes by.

3. Youth, standing in the tempting sunshine zone of the times, shouting my heart to fly; youthful, we stand in the corner of history and look back at the infinite mountains; youthful, we stand in the Yangtze River port of the big waves and show the romantic life. Therefore, the beautiful dreams take away the beautiful sadness and leave a beautiful yearning. The heart is in the distance, and the dream is in the distance.

4. In fact, people's life, asking him what he is pursuing, and what is giving up? This is not known. However, it was only at that moment of faint heart, we chose to be strong; it was only the bloody loyal soul of that moment, we chose to fight hard; only that moment of high talk, we chose forever; only that moment, the autumn and winter tears in the rain We have chosen to go to the spring and fall to the spring! Success is in the distance, and the true meaning of this, can you understand it.

5. Life, sometimes very sweet and mellow, sometimes very bitter and tired, so many times, we need to come to a battle to perfect the loss and heart in the heart. Walking the world, people and people, there is a kind of expectation in the heart, hope that in the lifetime of life, in the sunny season, a warm encounter. There are many kinds of cockroaches, one flower, one time, one layer of scenery, some people are a kind of shackles. Life, mountain warmth, plumbing, when we meet that warmth, it is the joy of a lifetime. Maybe there are too many things in life that can't be owned, but as long as we have hope, goodness is ahead... In fact, the most beautiful is not on the road, but in the heart...

6. In the autumn, there is a scent of breeze, the sun shines brightly, the sound of the leaves slips, and the smoothness of the heart is smooth. The breeze, scorning the corners of the clothes, kissing the hair, inadvertently, the memories of those spring flowers and summer dreams, infected this passionate autumn. So, heart, slowly immersed, gently stop, let the heart stop, listen to the wind, listen to the rain, it turns out that the years are full of warmth...

7. September, the day of Shu Yi. I really want to have a leisurely time, enjoy it in a leisurely place, take a glimpse of the cool, wandering between the flowers and grass. Bring a touch of comfort, listen to the wind and listen to the rain, show a charming, smile. Listen, the wind in the ear, whispering lingering, watching, the melody of the flower fly, the eyelids show the fragrance. Autumn is coming to autumn, still so beautiful, autumn heart and autumn, still spreading thoughts. In the days when flowers bloom, I plant my mind in the flower, just waiting for the autumn, to harvest the joy of harvest, and to continue the beauty of the pulse. Lightly spit lips, tie your mind to the wings of dandelion, and rely on its power to send thoughts away from the distance...

8. When the twilight is late, the orange golden color will dye the last rays of the horizon. Silently gazing, some years will eventually be silent, some years have passed, and some gentleness can only stay in my heart. Memories, that is, a continuous thread, always pull the veins to make a beating, for this reason involved, flowing for this. Perhaps, the human emotions are destined to be a trek of hearts, seeing and not seeing, reading and not reading, are in my heart. Years, with an enchanting enchanting, decorated with a golden color, and then end with a touch of ochre. Walking, passing, laughing, crying, some things, some people, we can only miss them deeply...

9. On the day of life, every day should be a new self. No matter how rough or tortuous the road is, it should be cherished in the days of life. The road to life has not been smooth, even if the journey under the foot is hard, life still has to continue, the road still has to walk. In fact, life is a dream. You don't have to care too much. You don't have to be arrogant for your own failure. Life is your own. No one can dominate you, cherish life, be kind to yourself, and be the best in life!

10. Lay the layers of thought into a thin smoke and store it in the phantom of the dragonfly. The warm sun of the autumn, the wind, the flowers, the leaves, the bright, all of them are tender and tender, blooming in the heart. Unfolding the scrolls of autumn, any of the clear scorpions of Wang, the Yun, Yu Wei, Yu Qing, Yu Xin. Listening, drunk in the heart, gazing, full of emotions, low head, autumn heart. Fold the thoughts into poems, soften them into ink, blow them dry in the autumn wind, and solidify into a never-fading landscape in the passing years...

11. A gust of wind, a season of leaves, a mood, a sign of ink. Years, it is a bunch of unbeaten flowers, singing songs. Life is a poem that can't be written, and the way to go. Flowers bloom Xie, the days when primrose grows, the branches of the season are always full of green onions. The leaves are deciduous, the autumn heart turns, stops, and sees a trace of poetic sunshine, staying in the scenery. So, in this passionate autumn, write down the lyrics, write down the brightness of this process...

12. The days of the wind and the sun. The sun, sprinkling a lot of phantoms, let me revisit the original. Take a stroll, take a refreshing, take a simple cool, recollecting, whether it is still leisurely? Is it still possible to find the original footprint? Is the shadow of youth still in those silhouettes? Looking back along the way The scenery, in the middle of the squad, seems to have a few flamboyant flavors, and a few more mature charms. The light pace, let the passing of the eternal lapse, let the road under the foot extend to the end, according to the body, take the road that you should go...

13. The years of rotation, the quiet passage of time, the wind of the golden autumn, quietly smashed through the window, gently picking up the veil of the autumn, listening to the wind, singing the flow of time, passing through the vicissitudes of the river, as if Just in front of you, the people and things that disappeared in the long rivers, and some of the beauty, are dotted with spots and scattered in the depths of this season. Years, is a round of maintenance machines, there is no longer more important to run-in, it is important to have a tolerant, calm, calm heart. Keeping a light, life is no longer so irritating, perhaps, life is to make us simple and easy, it is best...

14. Looking back, the years are getting blurred, and in the long stretch of the silhouette, any bunch of eyes are filled with nostalgia, stunned, and expected. There is no trace of time, the wind is over and indifferent, and the mind is full of sorrows, helplessness, helplessness, full of emotions, any sunshine squinting over the heart, but can not warm this bright autumn. Thoughts are free, but there is no charm, heart, behind the first line of sunshine, always feel so chilly. Is it? This autumn harbinger is coming, is it? Is this season's autumn cool will continue to continue. I have seen the scenery all the way, and I have traveled a few times and my heart has been lost. Time has gone, the season has changed, and life is still in a low state. Smile, a bitter bitterness in the heart, aftertaste, tangled, seems to be worried. The light and shadow are superficial, the thoughts are stranded, and the smile is always so far-fetched. I always want to hold the hands of time, warmth in the years, warmth to me, in the days of Qingning, feel the warmth of this season...

15. As the seasons gradually cool, the beauty of those flowers and plants has been gradually replaced by the yellow. Years, is a combination of process and process, no matter which time lost beauty, there will be a memory in my heart. People's thinking is sometimes so fragile, even if a drop of thought can affect the pulse for this fluctuation. I miss the time and miss those years when there are mountains, water, flowers, and grass, the years that have passed each other, the time I have spent, the years I have passed. The shadow of youth is gradually gone. Those who have owned, lost, beautiful, and sad are just a dream. Only here, the heart is quiet, watching the peace, placing an indifferent, deep in the years, dancing with the wind, will continue to love...

16. Walking in the tailgate of September, it seems that there is a chill in the cold, and the lonely wind seems to have carved cold into the wall. A lot of things, many people, too late to sort out, helpless, are blown away by this cold breeze. Gradually, not so persistent, not so far-fetched, it seems that the whole mood has become so lazy, the time hidden behind the window is still so white. Perhaps, this season can make people feel calm and can make peace of mind. Leaning against the window, combing the past with a light heart, collecting the shadow behind you in the pages of time, using pen and ink to smear the colors that are receding, mending those, deep or shallow, or light or thick, or happy or worried Fragmented. Leave the years blank, sort out the time, and use the thoughts to lay the foundation for those who have passed away...

17. In my eyes, this is indeed the most beautiful scenery in the fall. Under the warm autumn days, the fields seem to be burning. Looking at the past, the endless fields are plated with golden light and beautiful, beautiful. Suddenly remembered the words written in the childhood language: Huang Chengcheng, like a piece of gold. It is the beauty of the perspective and the admiration of nature that is instantly twitching. It is the deep vibration of the soul. I didn’t expect that the seemingly ordinary land gave birth to the glory of the season. A plant and a cute little elf danced in the autumn wind with a proud figure, the full and full of rice ears. Singing the autumn hymns with the hottest emotions!

18. The more you go, the wider the field of vision; the more you go, the closer you are to your chest. I seem to hear your heartbeat, so high and powerful, so the money is affectionate. I know that at this moment, your heavy crystals must be hanging high, like a book, and the series of letters are filled with excitement and good news. The particles are shaking the human heart. Perhaps, only knowing your farmer man can truly understand the heavy meaning given by high rendering.

19. Some people will often ask me if I have a good time on a safe day. Why do I have to come out to find a job at this time? I will find a place to play during my senior year. I will ride a bicycle as before. Mahjong, how good it is to eat a meal. In fact, I am very nostalgic about the days before, I opened the store myself, I have a group of good friends, I go to play together, eat together, go crazy together, but all of them have passed. Everyone knows that the future is long and we have all grown up. Now, you need to think about the future.

20. A bright moon, hanging in the early winter night sky, the cold light is clear all things, the world is quiet. That forgets the river, a boat on the river, coming and going, can not get through the crowds of red dust. Flowers and flowers are flying all over the sky, and the world is ups and downs a few times. What is life? Life is a void. Cried, laughing and walking, the red dust is not attached. The leaves are dancing and the years are silent. The cold moon cold pool shines on the crane shadow, the residual load is dry and sleepy, the broken bridge is broken, the cold wind blows through the swing, and the worm is full of insects.

21. The sun is warm, harmonious, and non-exclusive. She does not use her own heart to determine the standards of good and evil, beauty and ugliness, right and wrong, she is colorless, intangible and invisible, sprinkled to the void, and shines in all directions. Color is empty, empty is color. Sunlight does not need to be rewarded, nor does it need to be praised. Any rewards and praises are small. Similarly, any suspicion and derogation is futile. Being enemies with the sun is an enemy of yourself. If you can't get through with the sun, you are actually harming yourself. Why do we have to be such a fool?

22. Sunlight is the flower of the sky, and her fragrance cannot be described in words. Sunshine is the feeling of the sky, her romance has no words to describe. Sunshine is the dance of the sky, no one can match her wonderful. The sea is her beautiful daughter, the earth is her docile son, in her warm embrace, we bathe with selflessness and love. It is more noble than selflessness, and more compassionate than big love. Both of them, the sun can be well deserved.

23. The taste of the sun is the taste of happiness. The realm of the sun is the realm of the Buddha. You are happy or not, the sun is here, not dirty. You like or disapprove, the sun is here, no increase or decrease. If you marry her, curse her, she is so silently dedicated. If you marry her or humiliate her, she will give it quietly. Because she dedication, never remember to lose, we only be used to it. Because she gives, whether you want it or not, we should only be natural. So, our parents are the two parents, that's it. Our parents have loved us for a lifetime, compassion for a lifetime, we often only should be, naturally, they are used to it, and even some numbness. What is compassion? The sun is. What is Buddha? Sunshine is. She is always inseparable, silent, everywhere, everywhere.

24. People like the sun, things like the sun, love like the sun, compassion like the sun, the world is everywhere. A warm greeting, a sweet smile, a simple blessing, a little help, a kind move, nothing but the sunshine of our lives. Why don't we collect them and let it shine on our life path, warming us to need a warm heart? There is more sunshine in the bottom of my heart, I am a sun, and what is the wind and rain to be able to pour out the sun?

25. I am like a bird, so it is true. I often hear about the legendary little bird. However, this singer has a ambition to be a singer, and he is sentimental in one place, and his name is "far away." This thing flies high in the sky all day, and the mouth is a branch. If there is fatigue, set the branches in the raft, stand on it, look at the peaks, and stay awake all day long. This touching move, why do not learn what it is, has comforted ourselves.

26. There is no hardship in life, and there is no way to live. Passionate is always ruthless, let the west wind withered trees, a sigh of sorrow, how much from hate, the worms still play the sad. The broken bridge is still there, and people are no longer. The rivers and the Hans are separated, and the children are divided. On the third stone, the former alliance was engraved, and in the blink of an eye, the Qing was negative, and you sang and sang, and I came to the scene. Where is the hometown? Today is strong and tomorrow is weak, when you are strong, you laugh, people are laughed, and the world is cold and cool, do you know? Face-to-face laughter, behind the saliva, smile in the knife, and who is falling down the stone?

27. Who said that autumn means suffering and dying? Autumn is good, life is tenacious, and human beings are hard-working and self-reliant. Even the bleak autumn wind can't kill people's yearning for and pursuit of new life. For the sake of the season, for a happier life, generations of farmers have been stalked, what is the bitterness and tiredness? Autumn may be old, will die, but life will be nirvana, hope is always there, brilliant The day is better than one day.

28. Collecting sunshine is actually storing happiness. How much sunshine there is in the world, how much happiness there is. The heart is full of sunshine, full of happiness. When we are one with the sun, it is actually one with happiness. Expand your mind, store more sunshine, and how much sunshine you have, how much happiness you have. When our hearts are like a void, in fact, happiness is as big as a void, so big that there is no margin of space, and there is no time limit.

29. There is no beauty and ugliness in the world, and beauty and ugliness are only in the hearts of people. There is nothing wrong with the world, and it is only in the hearts of people. There is no good or evil in the world. Good and evil are born only because of the heart. It is evil to stand in your perspective, and it may be good to stand in the perspective of others. The sun is almost avenue, and her realm is higher than water. When the water is angry, the sun is not. Her realm is higher than the mountains, when there is an earthquake in the mountains, and the sun does not. The sun is like Buddha light, selfless and uninhibited. The sun is all-inclusive, everything is as usual, as long as you are willing, she will give it to you. You don't, she still gives you. There is no beauty and ugliness in her heart, no right and wrong, no good and evil, she only has compassion, only giving, only warmth. The sun is empty and everything is there. The sun is all-encompassing, and there is nothing in the heart. The sun is like a Buddha's light, and everything is superb. Knowing the sun, I understood the Buddha's heart.