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1. The eight-character policy of being a man: belief, cause and effect, conscience, and morality. The eight-character policy of doing things: gratitude, tolerance, sharing, and attachment.
2, the most exhausting is often not the faraway of the road, but the depression in your heart; the most degrading is often not the bumps of the future, but the loss of your self-confidence; the most painful is often not the misfortune of life, and It is the destruction of your hopes; the most desperate is not the blow of frustration, but the death of your soul; therefore, we must look down on everything, let go of our hearts, and everything will slowly become better.
3, walking in the path of life at the end of the unknown, Xiang Qian's years have not been put aside, relying on the lingering wandering in each other's love. Time has locked up in a hurry, memory is happy and fascinating, and the love has been written into the melody of the heart. On the bright moonlight night of the moon, the quiet embraces the embrace of happiness and tastes the sweetness of love. This kind of sweetness can show off love forever and forever. Time is locked in a hurry, memories are happy forever! Even if the mountains are long and wide, they will also promise the eternal wishes of the land and the loyalty of the Cape.
4, always like to stand in the silence, standing in front of the window, looking at her direction, Imagine everything around her. Good night, old age, in that faraway place, she also misses me in the lonely time. Looking at the gentle face of the moon in the evening, I felt that she was singing with me, as if I heard the distortion from the distance. In the clear voice, the lingering acacia and my mood are in the air. In the thoughts, time passes by our cheeks. The moon looked at her and looked at me. The smooth heart fluttered in the clouds. Facing the moonlight filled with Qian Ying and her whispers...
5, always, you always think that someone can understand your pain. Have you ever thought about it? Find someone who knows your pain and suffer the pain of your past. Is it fair to him? Is it responsible for yourself? This way he will only be hurt by your pain, and you will only stay forever.
6, with you, across the shore, across the sea, by the side of the bar, the flowers on the other side of the flower, let my heart skinny. I hope that you will turn into a firefly, ignite my night and ignite my city. Wake up, just a cold dream. Drunken in the shackles of life, laughing and swearing, and we are all outside the rivers and lakes, why bother to draw swords? We are not the people of the rivers and lakes, why should we ask for a ruthless night, and the city of love is even more lonely. Suddenly, suddenly awakened: the sunset and the evening are two, and the clouds are separated from the sky.
7, the long story is always the end of the moment, but also your relationship is so short. Although the heart that loves you is still beating, this distance has become more apparent. The earthly concept has given me so much embarrassment that I dare not pursue it, and dare not reach out and touch the happiness in front of me.
8. You may meet many people on the road to growth. Some people dislike your weight, some people care about your appearance, some people are afraid of your unreasonable troubles, some people can't stand your waywardness, some people will marry you too well, and some people despise you not take you seriously. Wait... Still, there is always someone who is accepting and getting used to you. It is a person who truly loves you. If you see through it, you will still love you. She has been silently accompanying you all the way...
9. In the big stage of life, no matter who it is, it is impossible to always be a smooth road of flowers. There will always be thorns and bumps. When we are in good times, we are in danger and the road is long. When we are in adversity, we stand by our hopes and get out of the woods. In any case, we are the protagonists in our own life movies. The arrangement of fate has become the help of our cultivation. With good thoughts, persist in faith, carry forward positive energy, be grateful to those around you, and gain clean and joy.
10, once upon a time, I want to sit with you on the beach to enjoy the sunset, to see if it matches your name, so beautiful. I don’t think there is a difference of hundreds of thousands of light years between you and me. One turn is already the end of the world, and there is no help but a sigh. A person's silence, alone watching Haitao Shen Fu unbearable look back, take a trace of cool breeze, the arms are all cold, screaming a mournful, covered with sky, hurt the mind. Reaching for another century is the ridiculousness of the fingertips, who knows...
11, I thought that your distance from me is just the other side of the bank. The light that you swayed is already stunned, and my soft sigh is within reach. But how can I forget that there is still a river between the shore and the other shore, and the time makes the river rush, so that I can no longer look at you from the opposite side. The provoked waves will eventually return to the river, and I will eventually leave. 12, once the hand of the child, and Zicheng said, the end is just floating smoke; once died, and the old and the old, just no fruit; deep in the dust, I should rob, pull away, but it is already heart-threatening Within the Three Realms, whoever you go, tears, and the letter is the upper edge of the stone. All the memories, holding the bustling grief, bending the eyebrows, destined to be, have become the past.
13, can not forget, is your text in the past, is your voice in the past. It is like a vine, full of hearts, difficult to cut. Ridiculous, this is not a painful pen? Hey, or hey, hey, in the attachment without the answer, then he asked lightly, who made you ruthless? Let me be so hurt!
14. Countless nights and the time when the day is reversed, I close my eyes, and your voice and smile in your mind are lingering. After a meeting, each game is a happy ending. When I opened my eyes, I found that there was a vacancy in one of my hearts.
15, in the summer wind, watching the warm spring of the catkins flying, only to know that the winter has been in the past; looking at the dusty diary, only to understand that youth has flowed before they have been aware. The youth blooms in such a short period of time, there is no smoke and fire that is fleeting and beautiful; there is no heartless blame for the butterfly wings and the sea; there is no wish for the fall of the meteor. So, one person took away a wound and left.
16. Love is a poem. It is a feeling, even if it is painful, it will be happy; it is a kind of experience, even if the heart is broken, it will feel sweet; it is an experience, even if it is broken, it will feel perfect. She is a rare and elegant woman from the past to the present, just like a clear dawn. She used wisdom to enrich the beauty of life, and used the ups and downs to create a beautiful soul. It was made into a wonderful man's heart with elegantness, and it became a rare skin with Jie Li. Elegant manners, natural and individual, simple and bright, high and tasteful, exquisite and fascinating. She is just like a delicate flower.
17. I remembered the troubles of the past, only because of a few lovely friends, and the big stone in my heart finally fell. The peach-colored skirt fluttered in the wind, and the inexplicable melancholy flew away.
18, if the heart is natural, everything will be born. I don't mean to bloom or thank you, just sit on the bluestone steps and experience the whole process. There are both purple and red, and the frost leaves will fade. Do not make any changes, let it be natural, this is the law that should be in the world. A faint look at the years of silent flow, waiting quietly. In this way, return to the classical ink painting.
19. A lotus flower blooms in my heart. Although it is in the mud, it is clean and detached. The wind blew, the fragrance; the rain came, quiet. Why is there a lotus in the heart, who is like a lotus? Under the night, a curtain of the mood, like the wind.
20, when I think about that year, the flower buds, the gentleness of the monarchy, the relatives of the four eyes, better than all the sweet words of the mortal. My dearest, how are you doing, no days that I am bothering you, don't come innocent. The flowers bloom and fall, and the smoke is exhausted. Feelings are deep, fate is shallow, and when you look back, people are far away.
21, the night wind, blowing the candle, fiddling with clothes, in fact, separated us not only the moon, this cold world. I am destined to leave, and after leaving, there is a place of love in the bottom of my heart. Looking back for you, helpless...
22, the night is deep, I have long forgotten the appearance of the evening, golden memories floating in the clouds, nowhere to go, why is home? The lost heart condenses into frost under the moon, only to illuminate the way you go home. We are all passengers, and the thousands of roads have finally staggered our encounter. Your return has already imprisoned my heart, lost me free, and who can I fall in love with? The loneliness of the heart, like the erosion of love, no longer rekindles. If there is no such encounter, who is my next good beggar? The trick of fate makes me sad and makes me hurt. Perhaps, life is so, the beauty of a fireworks, just the permanent desert after the bloom. 23, a decade of love, chasing your traces, the city under the night, the loess piled up thousands, blocking our meeting. Waiting for the three life, now is a long snow. A white city, who pays for my heart? The stone monument lies, the old city is as old as the old, burning incense and smoke, the broken city gates lock the past and lock the memories. The hooves sounded and the season's acacia was about to recede. I only want to reincarnate, I hope you will meet me in the night. The lights are dim, how can you look back? Turned away and left, my footprints painted your face and painted the next night's lovelorn.
24. The turmoil in the world is the hope given by time. The roughness at our feet is the tempering of fate. A little bit of encroachment in the storm, our insistence can open a few pages of happy words. They are all blind people, why bother to pretend to be lovesick. Thirty years of tears flow, Fang Ying does not return, the flower is not beautiful, all the hearts, all the feelings, the end of the years.
25, is the song of love, is the handwriting of love, is the story of love, when I once fell into the strings of love, just want to use the heart to play the happiest song of this life, frivolous for love, I just want to play without regret Go on. However, such an intoxicating picture, after swaying three spring and autumn, came to an abrupt end. Today, only a few intermittent notes are still lingering in the ear.
26, the years and the quiet of time, in the quiet still can see the shadow of flowers and flowers, the sound of grass growth. They are so positive. This is nature and gives us the mission. I hope that we will always be so forward, so persistent, so that we will never slack off until the splendid starlight. The fragrance of flowers...
27. All the thoughts are blown by the wind, such as the ring, and the sound is pleasant. A summer worm, from far to near, read the years to me; Milan on the window sill opened, opened a small hand, stretched out, and my smooth, slang in my dreams...
28, the dawn of the wind and the wind, the memory of missing can not get rid of the deep traces of life. Purple romance and a different kind of fragrance, perhaps, is her traits are still warming my emotions, leaving a strong fragrance and endless aftertaste. The odes that have been in the past are swaying at the tip of my leaping pen and telling the lingering and lingering of the water. The docile deepness blends into the wonderful heartstrings and reveals the cycle of life again and again. At that time, even if we wanted to avoid the embarrassment of feelings, the pursuit of a beautiful heart has been softened by her, and the defense line that has been constructed has collapsed. The gentle love has come, and I can’t help but obey happily.
29, in life, many things will not change the original trajectory, change is just a mood. Tonight, the mood is beautiful, watching the mountains, the mountains are like mountains; touching the water, the water is soft. I am in the wind, tirelessly looking for the leaves of the soul to find the branches that can perch.
30. Life is actually a meaningful song, an intriguing poem.
31. Too much love and hate entanglement will only make us forget the meaning of life, we are tired, love is tired; we are suffering, love is also painful. It is better to turn it into a kite that is broken, give it a road, and let it fly in the sky. Instead of paying back and entrusting the heavy weight that they gave, it was just a deal of two defeats.
32. For love, let out the snoring of dreams, life is falling, and the rhythm of life becomes messy. Between the pen and the ink, the dream goes away, the face mourns and piles up like autumn, the yellowed night is no longer lonely, the cold wind bursts, the clothes are fluttering, but do not want to wait lonely, in exchange for a lonely city. I am under the city, I can't see the dance of the city. Under the gaze, dancing in long sleeves, a faint blush lights up a city of Acacia. I was so lonely sitting on the lotus flower, my heart peeked at the rain on the clear pool, the waves waved out, the years loomed, my face, wrinkles a little. The girl on the water is my dream city, but it is isolated from my infatuation.
33. Life is like a big snow. At first it flutters beautifully, and then the mud and the wolf are everywhere, and it is the perseverance of trek, which makes the nobleness and dignity of life. Teacher Dong Yifei said that she liked this metaphor. When she read this metaphor, her heart touched deeply and then woke up. The scenery of life cannot always be fragrant and beautiful, and the flowers bloom. In many cases, the scenery of life is the dry grass that swings on the wilderness. It is shivering in the wind and rain, and it is also high in the wind and rain. 34, sad and full of love, one night covered the city is the most lonely. The folding fan condenses and rains, but only the poor people in front of the window. Rain hit the pear, the gentleness of love. The night rain is slightly cold, the dreamer, his hometown, the light under the light, the sadness that is difficult to conceal, is the red dragonfly tonight. Half a page of green, shadows, is it a confession that can't be opened?
35, the sludge can grow out of the lotus, the cold door can cultivate the dutiful son, the red furnace can be made into steel. The dilemma can be a great man. Bitterness can be sweet, and trouble can be turned into Bodhi. Life is like a wave, there are troughs, and there are peaks. At the peak, and slowly sing. When you are in the valley, you don't have to cry. A wave of waves, a wave of waves, is the other side of life.
36, if there is no life, only the consequences and results. Life has to advance and retreat, and lose nothing to lose. The greatest happiness in life is to believe that someone loves me. Don't forget the past, but let go. Because there is tomorrow, today is always just the starting line. Life is simple and fascinating. Learning to be simple is not easy. Learn to accept the reality calmly, learn to speak to yourself, learn to face the doom, learn to look at life positively, and learn to think about everything. Only then will the sun flow into the heart, filled with happy sunshine.
37, life is like a dream, gathering and separation, as the spring flower curtain withered, a few together, a few separation, the fate of the edge to go, the blue silk white hair blink of an eye, indifferently look back, a few vicissitudes in my heart. Tears alone. Last night, the flowers fell, and where do people go now? I don’t know where to go, and I don’t know where to go. Looking away, the flower poses swaying and charming, and the tears are not known. A sigh: life geometry? And where is the love.
38. One person, many people will be met along the way. It is not easy to meet someone you like very much. You must know that it is very difficult to get back if you miss it. Time has passed, and things have long been human.
39. If you really love someone, you will never feel lonely. Thinking of a person is a kind of happiness, quietly thinking, enjoying you alone. It is a wonderful beauty. How many times the breeze brought her tenderness, let me understand that "like a person slowly loses himself and loses the arbitrariness in his own soul, that is, love is the ultimate." Yes, love is like the magnificence of praise in poetry. Both of them have passed away from the butterfly, and they have been smashed and can be passed down through the ages.
40, I really can't imagine, if there is no love in the world, what kind of bleak, gray and desolate the whole world? If there is no love in the world, how can we smell the fragrance of roses and hear the singing of birds? Without the nectar of love, where is the growth of life?
41, blinking, tears wet front of the chest. Who made me so embarrassed? Who made me miss so much? Who gave me a pain? Who gave me sleep all night? We met each other, a dream. But why is it so real? Reality to your appearance portrays your mind and cannot be forgotten.
42. As at this moment, after stealing a few free mornings, I can take a blossoming white cloud and continue the dream that I didn’t end last night. I picked a piece of crystal green leaves and tapped the computer in the breezy office. Swing the ink.
43. Standing in the window of the office, you can enjoy the scenery outside the window, which is a vibrant green world. Unknown wildflowers are mad in the sun. The body of foxtail is getting higher and higher. The petals of dandelion have already been flying around with the wind. The purple red flowers are a little bit clustered and clustered together. It is like the mood of my time. After the disturbance, I began to figure out the clues.
44. The beauty of life comes from love. If love is in full bloom, the beauty will come. In the red dust, as long as there is a place where love passes, I believe there will be a beautiful scene, a mellow fragrance. 45. Two people will love each other for a lifetime. That is enough for both parties to insist on each other as part of their lives. It will also be separated in less than a few days. This is not the fault of anyone. It is your fate that is not enough, not enough to understand, and does not regard the other person as the most important person in his life. Finally left, different end.
46. In the vast sea of people, thousands of thousands of people come and go. Even if you can know a lot, but at best it is only tens of thousands. Some passed by, and some left a smile. Only you and me can name each other in their own souls. Under the starry night sky, Xu Yi’s wish, quietly guarding her, cherishes the spring of each other’s life, clings to the innocence of the world, keeps the red dust, and guards a unique warmth. With the agreement, guarding the moonlight, and collecting the love in the heart like a pearl, how lucky and how beautiful it is.
47, every day, still busy, and start again. After a day's smashing, facing the night is still as quiet as ever. Everything is just a temporary gift. It seems to be beautiful, but it is so dying, like a dream of wrapping a veil, only regretting the dream. The trajectory of the happy Ferris wheel has already stopped in the autumn of the memory of the memory, and the romantic rose rain is also fixed on the way home to pick up the painting that was picked at that moment!
48. Silent thoughts hide the shackles of silence, but you can't paint your figure again. I want to catch you from the dream, and turn it into a butterfly to stay with you. Flying in the boundless spring, never separated.
49. You are not a person who loves to explain, but I am even more so, so we are destined to gradually drift away, and then sadly even worse than a stranger. Although it is ridiculous, it is ridiculous. But only so.
50. When the world is not awake, the flowers are undefeated, the vines are not dry, and the stones are not bad. I used to be a peach flower with you, the grass is the crown, and you are a rock. You and I are in the next year, sit in front of the court, enjoy the flowers, and laugh at the floating years. I have a look at the world for a hundred years, and I have seen it. Years flow like flying, freezing the love in time to pick up. A fireworks rain, it is difficult to hide and reflect. I don’t care about the love of the wind and the snow, I love the incomprehensible, and I’m destined to sigh.
51. For love, we may not love because of love, but it is attracted by the sacredness of a layer of shackles. In pursuit of love, we may just want to let the swaying heart get a little spiritual consolation at the pier of the watch, but in fact no ship of the long-distance ship will stop anchoring the same pier. After the passion, the enthusiasm for retreat will be faded out, and the tombstone will be carved slowly.
52, Fang Fei's season, facing the slight wind, along the field of strangers. Strolling in the wilderness of the wilderness, the sea of flowers, the leaves of green, the long grass, the sound of the valley, the vitality of the life, the love of love will linger in the heart. The night rain poured, the pattered rhythm, like the melody played by the kite, it was long and clear. The sound of the sound in the ear will sway the long-distance emotions, let the wonderful moments passed by, quietly enter into the memory, pick up the memories of a beautiful past, bring me into a beautiful situation, and pick up memories of the beautiful time. .
53. You can't let go of you. Now you are like a cloud of smoke that has passed away, and your heart is wiped out, calm and quiet. Unfortunately, you can't keep your first time! But no sigh, because memories are beautiful!
54. Living is a practice. When we understand love and understand compassion, then we can enjoy the warmth of the mood, in the dust of the old age, eat red dust and fire, enjoy the world, and enjoy the years.
55. Perhaps, one side of the rain can nourish a piece of landscape, otherwise, why in the rain, no matter how busy the day, there are still people who are willing to rush on the Internet, or write a text, or review, or reward, or follow. It is these friends who love words, for their own dreams, persevere in the rain, use the keyboard to hit the story, click on the friendship with the mouse, and use the Internet to connect the love of the four seas and five lakes. 56, the stalk of memory, who does not have two or three 娉婷, draped in the flowers of emotions, unnamed expansion. I don't know how far a kind of edge can go, but I know that your eyes will pass through my long hair and will surely fill your pale blue warmth. A kind of encounter, the mountains and the water, even if there is no words, they also know each other; a kind of return, such as poetry, regardless of the wind and moon, but also beautiful to the bone. The flowers bloom and all the way to the flowers.
57. Since you want to be together, don't let time kill your original love, don't let time take your own care, don't let time push you to their intersections, then wave each other and say goodbye.
58. When I was young, I always yearn for a vigorous life. I look forward to having an earth-shattering love. Even the flowers are like intoxicating. With the increase of age, the original expectation and warmth, disappeared by the years, and a little more in the heart. A true understanding of love. In fact, the taste of love is not a rich fragrance, but a faint fragrance.
59. Youth is a bright sorrow. I always want to touch the bright light. I haven't seen the last sunset in the sky. I haven't waited for the enthusiasm of Yu Yu, but I lost in your love. I lost myself, I didn't cry, just shed tears of humble tears. The sad air always freezes the self-defeating self. The scattered eyes are still still lingering with the pain of parting. Only the tears don’t hold the dream in the original memory; only the other side that hates the ruler has not crossed the love. Sail of the sails!
60, gently look at the diary, black and white vivid handwriting, with a little triumph. Yes, I met you that day, didn't dare to tell you, so I wrote it into my diary. Turned page by page, time passed away. Every bit of memory comes to my mind, calm me, and calmly look through the memories of the past.
61, love deep, crazy to the extreme, the symphony of love is a strong song of earth-moving. The strings are pleasing to the ear, and the moment of meeting can pass through the millennium. The encounters of past lives, through the passage of words, stand by each other, sincerely obsessed. If the meeting is the beginning of the edge, then beauty must be the beauty that God has given to the world. In the flow of time, they are happy with each other and help each other. What else can you suspect? No need to explain! Smile, it is the most sincere to the Hou; love, there is no need to add more confession.
62, please allow me to fall in love with my life. Perhaps, all the waiting, just for the moment of the dust settled, through the endless rushing night, I want to raise a brow with you, red dust, the fine time, has been wiped into a wind chime, at the threshold of the soul Singing low and low.
63, the road of life is always flat, this is the constant number in the universe. Since life is already like this, already, then, next, it is to see how we use it to fight back, and what tricks to defeat it?
64. When love is a thing of the past; when the only vow is taken away by the autumn wind, winter snow is buried; when the infatuation can no longer linger in the memory of the year; when the total memory can not remember the familiar face; when the insurmountable air and It was already a time when the stranger was separated. Can I forget you at that moment, can I recover myself at that moment? Silly, silly looking at the distant distance of the departing train. I have no longer deliberately forgotten, no longer insist on concealing, no longer convince myself to drift for you. Good memories no longer evoke my rising lips, no longer smashing the dust in front of the summer wind...
65. Staying at the foot of the mountain to see Mount Tai, there is no courage to climb, you work hard step by step, it is not difficult to reach the top of the mountain. In the face of the success of others, I would rather admit that I am just an ordinary person, but I don’t understand that even great success is only the result of doing it. What you need is to do it.
66, the city ring, all the way, stop and go, only wish to escape the hustle and bustle, looking for a corner of their own. All the way to the north, gradually, the sky is getting darker and darker, blurring his eyes in the light of the light. I like to walk around the city's midnight streetlights, because in this strange city, seeing its yellowness will make my heart feel a little warm. Hold yourself tight, wandering in this depressed night street, letting the night wind blow over the cheeks, Joan’s hair, and the scorn of the hair, there will always be an inexplicable loss, and a rising wish...
67, the city, everyone has a heart. It will trap you, it will afflict you; let go and let the pain snicker. My city is built with love, and my love is because of you, so you personally trapped me in a bitter city.
68. Quietly recalling our past, the deepest part of my heart is faint. Quietly combing the broken mood, the lack of words at this time made me feel awkward, slack and tired, and I don’t know how to let it go. However, some things, although already clear, but have been unable to find an excuse to forget, behind the seemingly unspeakable smile, I do not know how many camouflage hidden? It seems ridiculous, I don’t know who is missing? In this past and past, I have been alone in the past, and I have spent the rest of my life with the fall of a passionate maple leaf to pay homage to the fate of the red dust.
69. Love is a matter of two people. If he is not worthy of your love, then let go and give you two people the opportunity to pursue happiness; if he deserves your love, then please be sure to affirm him, love him, care for him, wait for him, and wait until he finally comes. marry you.
2, the most exhausting is often not the faraway of the road, but the depression in your heart; the most degrading is often not the bumps of the future, but the loss of your self-confidence; the most painful is often not the misfortune of life, and It is the destruction of your hopes; the most desperate is not the blow of frustration, but the death of your soul; therefore, we must look down on everything, let go of our hearts, and everything will slowly become better.
3, walking in the path of life at the end of the unknown, Xiang Qian's years have not been put aside, relying on the lingering wandering in each other's love. Time has locked up in a hurry, memory is happy and fascinating, and the love has been written into the melody of the heart. On the bright moonlight night of the moon, the quiet embraces the embrace of happiness and tastes the sweetness of love. This kind of sweetness can show off love forever and forever. Time is locked in a hurry, memories are happy forever! Even if the mountains are long and wide, they will also promise the eternal wishes of the land and the loyalty of the Cape.
4, always like to stand in the silence, standing in front of the window, looking at her direction, Imagine everything around her. Good night, old age, in that faraway place, she also misses me in the lonely time. Looking at the gentle face of the moon in the evening, I felt that she was singing with me, as if I heard the distortion from the distance. In the clear voice, the lingering acacia and my mood are in the air. In the thoughts, time passes by our cheeks. The moon looked at her and looked at me. The smooth heart fluttered in the clouds. Facing the moonlight filled with Qian Ying and her whispers...
5, always, you always think that someone can understand your pain. Have you ever thought about it? Find someone who knows your pain and suffer the pain of your past. Is it fair to him? Is it responsible for yourself? This way he will only be hurt by your pain, and you will only stay forever.
6, with you, across the shore, across the sea, by the side of the bar, the flowers on the other side of the flower, let my heart skinny. I hope that you will turn into a firefly, ignite my night and ignite my city. Wake up, just a cold dream. Drunken in the shackles of life, laughing and swearing, and we are all outside the rivers and lakes, why bother to draw swords? We are not the people of the rivers and lakes, why should we ask for a ruthless night, and the city of love is even more lonely. Suddenly, suddenly awakened: the sunset and the evening are two, and the clouds are separated from the sky.
7, the long story is always the end of the moment, but also your relationship is so short. Although the heart that loves you is still beating, this distance has become more apparent. The earthly concept has given me so much embarrassment that I dare not pursue it, and dare not reach out and touch the happiness in front of me.
8. You may meet many people on the road to growth. Some people dislike your weight, some people care about your appearance, some people are afraid of your unreasonable troubles, some people can't stand your waywardness, some people will marry you too well, and some people despise you not take you seriously. Wait... Still, there is always someone who is accepting and getting used to you. It is a person who truly loves you. If you see through it, you will still love you. She has been silently accompanying you all the way...
9. In the big stage of life, no matter who it is, it is impossible to always be a smooth road of flowers. There will always be thorns and bumps. When we are in good times, we are in danger and the road is long. When we are in adversity, we stand by our hopes and get out of the woods. In any case, we are the protagonists in our own life movies. The arrangement of fate has become the help of our cultivation. With good thoughts, persist in faith, carry forward positive energy, be grateful to those around you, and gain clean and joy.
10, once upon a time, I want to sit with you on the beach to enjoy the sunset, to see if it matches your name, so beautiful. I don’t think there is a difference of hundreds of thousands of light years between you and me. One turn is already the end of the world, and there is no help but a sigh. A person's silence, alone watching Haitao Shen Fu unbearable look back, take a trace of cool breeze, the arms are all cold, screaming a mournful, covered with sky, hurt the mind. Reaching for another century is the ridiculousness of the fingertips, who knows...
11, I thought that your distance from me is just the other side of the bank. The light that you swayed is already stunned, and my soft sigh is within reach. But how can I forget that there is still a river between the shore and the other shore, and the time makes the river rush, so that I can no longer look at you from the opposite side. The provoked waves will eventually return to the river, and I will eventually leave. 12, once the hand of the child, and Zicheng said, the end is just floating smoke; once died, and the old and the old, just no fruit; deep in the dust, I should rob, pull away, but it is already heart-threatening Within the Three Realms, whoever you go, tears, and the letter is the upper edge of the stone. All the memories, holding the bustling grief, bending the eyebrows, destined to be, have become the past.
13, can not forget, is your text in the past, is your voice in the past. It is like a vine, full of hearts, difficult to cut. Ridiculous, this is not a painful pen? Hey, or hey, hey, in the attachment without the answer, then he asked lightly, who made you ruthless? Let me be so hurt!
14. Countless nights and the time when the day is reversed, I close my eyes, and your voice and smile in your mind are lingering. After a meeting, each game is a happy ending. When I opened my eyes, I found that there was a vacancy in one of my hearts.
15, in the summer wind, watching the warm spring of the catkins flying, only to know that the winter has been in the past; looking at the dusty diary, only to understand that youth has flowed before they have been aware. The youth blooms in such a short period of time, there is no smoke and fire that is fleeting and beautiful; there is no heartless blame for the butterfly wings and the sea; there is no wish for the fall of the meteor. So, one person took away a wound and left.
16. Love is a poem. It is a feeling, even if it is painful, it will be happy; it is a kind of experience, even if the heart is broken, it will feel sweet; it is an experience, even if it is broken, it will feel perfect. She is a rare and elegant woman from the past to the present, just like a clear dawn. She used wisdom to enrich the beauty of life, and used the ups and downs to create a beautiful soul. It was made into a wonderful man's heart with elegantness, and it became a rare skin with Jie Li. Elegant manners, natural and individual, simple and bright, high and tasteful, exquisite and fascinating. She is just like a delicate flower.
17. I remembered the troubles of the past, only because of a few lovely friends, and the big stone in my heart finally fell. The peach-colored skirt fluttered in the wind, and the inexplicable melancholy flew away.
18, if the heart is natural, everything will be born. I don't mean to bloom or thank you, just sit on the bluestone steps and experience the whole process. There are both purple and red, and the frost leaves will fade. Do not make any changes, let it be natural, this is the law that should be in the world. A faint look at the years of silent flow, waiting quietly. In this way, return to the classical ink painting.
19. A lotus flower blooms in my heart. Although it is in the mud, it is clean and detached. The wind blew, the fragrance; the rain came, quiet. Why is there a lotus in the heart, who is like a lotus? Under the night, a curtain of the mood, like the wind.
20, when I think about that year, the flower buds, the gentleness of the monarchy, the relatives of the four eyes, better than all the sweet words of the mortal. My dearest, how are you doing, no days that I am bothering you, don't come innocent. The flowers bloom and fall, and the smoke is exhausted. Feelings are deep, fate is shallow, and when you look back, people are far away.
21, the night wind, blowing the candle, fiddling with clothes, in fact, separated us not only the moon, this cold world. I am destined to leave, and after leaving, there is a place of love in the bottom of my heart. Looking back for you, helpless...
22, the night is deep, I have long forgotten the appearance of the evening, golden memories floating in the clouds, nowhere to go, why is home? The lost heart condenses into frost under the moon, only to illuminate the way you go home. We are all passengers, and the thousands of roads have finally staggered our encounter. Your return has already imprisoned my heart, lost me free, and who can I fall in love with? The loneliness of the heart, like the erosion of love, no longer rekindles. If there is no such encounter, who is my next good beggar? The trick of fate makes me sad and makes me hurt. Perhaps, life is so, the beauty of a fireworks, just the permanent desert after the bloom. 23, a decade of love, chasing your traces, the city under the night, the loess piled up thousands, blocking our meeting. Waiting for the three life, now is a long snow. A white city, who pays for my heart? The stone monument lies, the old city is as old as the old, burning incense and smoke, the broken city gates lock the past and lock the memories. The hooves sounded and the season's acacia was about to recede. I only want to reincarnate, I hope you will meet me in the night. The lights are dim, how can you look back? Turned away and left, my footprints painted your face and painted the next night's lovelorn.
24. The turmoil in the world is the hope given by time. The roughness at our feet is the tempering of fate. A little bit of encroachment in the storm, our insistence can open a few pages of happy words. They are all blind people, why bother to pretend to be lovesick. Thirty years of tears flow, Fang Ying does not return, the flower is not beautiful, all the hearts, all the feelings, the end of the years.
25, is the song of love, is the handwriting of love, is the story of love, when I once fell into the strings of love, just want to use the heart to play the happiest song of this life, frivolous for love, I just want to play without regret Go on. However, such an intoxicating picture, after swaying three spring and autumn, came to an abrupt end. Today, only a few intermittent notes are still lingering in the ear.
26, the years and the quiet of time, in the quiet still can see the shadow of flowers and flowers, the sound of grass growth. They are so positive. This is nature and gives us the mission. I hope that we will always be so forward, so persistent, so that we will never slack off until the splendid starlight. The fragrance of flowers...
27. All the thoughts are blown by the wind, such as the ring, and the sound is pleasant. A summer worm, from far to near, read the years to me; Milan on the window sill opened, opened a small hand, stretched out, and my smooth, slang in my dreams...
28, the dawn of the wind and the wind, the memory of missing can not get rid of the deep traces of life. Purple romance and a different kind of fragrance, perhaps, is her traits are still warming my emotions, leaving a strong fragrance and endless aftertaste. The odes that have been in the past are swaying at the tip of my leaping pen and telling the lingering and lingering of the water. The docile deepness blends into the wonderful heartstrings and reveals the cycle of life again and again. At that time, even if we wanted to avoid the embarrassment of feelings, the pursuit of a beautiful heart has been softened by her, and the defense line that has been constructed has collapsed. The gentle love has come, and I can’t help but obey happily.
29, in life, many things will not change the original trajectory, change is just a mood. Tonight, the mood is beautiful, watching the mountains, the mountains are like mountains; touching the water, the water is soft. I am in the wind, tirelessly looking for the leaves of the soul to find the branches that can perch.
30. Life is actually a meaningful song, an intriguing poem.
31. Too much love and hate entanglement will only make us forget the meaning of life, we are tired, love is tired; we are suffering, love is also painful. It is better to turn it into a kite that is broken, give it a road, and let it fly in the sky. Instead of paying back and entrusting the heavy weight that they gave, it was just a deal of two defeats.
32. For love, let out the snoring of dreams, life is falling, and the rhythm of life becomes messy. Between the pen and the ink, the dream goes away, the face mourns and piles up like autumn, the yellowed night is no longer lonely, the cold wind bursts, the clothes are fluttering, but do not want to wait lonely, in exchange for a lonely city. I am under the city, I can't see the dance of the city. Under the gaze, dancing in long sleeves, a faint blush lights up a city of Acacia. I was so lonely sitting on the lotus flower, my heart peeked at the rain on the clear pool, the waves waved out, the years loomed, my face, wrinkles a little. The girl on the water is my dream city, but it is isolated from my infatuation.
33. Life is like a big snow. At first it flutters beautifully, and then the mud and the wolf are everywhere, and it is the perseverance of trek, which makes the nobleness and dignity of life. Teacher Dong Yifei said that she liked this metaphor. When she read this metaphor, her heart touched deeply and then woke up. The scenery of life cannot always be fragrant and beautiful, and the flowers bloom. In many cases, the scenery of life is the dry grass that swings on the wilderness. It is shivering in the wind and rain, and it is also high in the wind and rain. 34, sad and full of love, one night covered the city is the most lonely. The folding fan condenses and rains, but only the poor people in front of the window. Rain hit the pear, the gentleness of love. The night rain is slightly cold, the dreamer, his hometown, the light under the light, the sadness that is difficult to conceal, is the red dragonfly tonight. Half a page of green, shadows, is it a confession that can't be opened?
35, the sludge can grow out of the lotus, the cold door can cultivate the dutiful son, the red furnace can be made into steel. The dilemma can be a great man. Bitterness can be sweet, and trouble can be turned into Bodhi. Life is like a wave, there are troughs, and there are peaks. At the peak, and slowly sing. When you are in the valley, you don't have to cry. A wave of waves, a wave of waves, is the other side of life.
36, if there is no life, only the consequences and results. Life has to advance and retreat, and lose nothing to lose. The greatest happiness in life is to believe that someone loves me. Don't forget the past, but let go. Because there is tomorrow, today is always just the starting line. Life is simple and fascinating. Learning to be simple is not easy. Learn to accept the reality calmly, learn to speak to yourself, learn to face the doom, learn to look at life positively, and learn to think about everything. Only then will the sun flow into the heart, filled with happy sunshine.
37, life is like a dream, gathering and separation, as the spring flower curtain withered, a few together, a few separation, the fate of the edge to go, the blue silk white hair blink of an eye, indifferently look back, a few vicissitudes in my heart. Tears alone. Last night, the flowers fell, and where do people go now? I don’t know where to go, and I don’t know where to go. Looking away, the flower poses swaying and charming, and the tears are not known. A sigh: life geometry? And where is the love.
38. One person, many people will be met along the way. It is not easy to meet someone you like very much. You must know that it is very difficult to get back if you miss it. Time has passed, and things have long been human.
39. If you really love someone, you will never feel lonely. Thinking of a person is a kind of happiness, quietly thinking, enjoying you alone. It is a wonderful beauty. How many times the breeze brought her tenderness, let me understand that "like a person slowly loses himself and loses the arbitrariness in his own soul, that is, love is the ultimate." Yes, love is like the magnificence of praise in poetry. Both of them have passed away from the butterfly, and they have been smashed and can be passed down through the ages.
40, I really can't imagine, if there is no love in the world, what kind of bleak, gray and desolate the whole world? If there is no love in the world, how can we smell the fragrance of roses and hear the singing of birds? Without the nectar of love, where is the growth of life?
41, blinking, tears wet front of the chest. Who made me so embarrassed? Who made me miss so much? Who gave me a pain? Who gave me sleep all night? We met each other, a dream. But why is it so real? Reality to your appearance portrays your mind and cannot be forgotten.
42. As at this moment, after stealing a few free mornings, I can take a blossoming white cloud and continue the dream that I didn’t end last night. I picked a piece of crystal green leaves and tapped the computer in the breezy office. Swing the ink.
43. Standing in the window of the office, you can enjoy the scenery outside the window, which is a vibrant green world. Unknown wildflowers are mad in the sun. The body of foxtail is getting higher and higher. The petals of dandelion have already been flying around with the wind. The purple red flowers are a little bit clustered and clustered together. It is like the mood of my time. After the disturbance, I began to figure out the clues.
44. The beauty of life comes from love. If love is in full bloom, the beauty will come. In the red dust, as long as there is a place where love passes, I believe there will be a beautiful scene, a mellow fragrance. 45. Two people will love each other for a lifetime. That is enough for both parties to insist on each other as part of their lives. It will also be separated in less than a few days. This is not the fault of anyone. It is your fate that is not enough, not enough to understand, and does not regard the other person as the most important person in his life. Finally left, different end.
46. In the vast sea of people, thousands of thousands of people come and go. Even if you can know a lot, but at best it is only tens of thousands. Some passed by, and some left a smile. Only you and me can name each other in their own souls. Under the starry night sky, Xu Yi’s wish, quietly guarding her, cherishes the spring of each other’s life, clings to the innocence of the world, keeps the red dust, and guards a unique warmth. With the agreement, guarding the moonlight, and collecting the love in the heart like a pearl, how lucky and how beautiful it is.
47, every day, still busy, and start again. After a day's smashing, facing the night is still as quiet as ever. Everything is just a temporary gift. It seems to be beautiful, but it is so dying, like a dream of wrapping a veil, only regretting the dream. The trajectory of the happy Ferris wheel has already stopped in the autumn of the memory of the memory, and the romantic rose rain is also fixed on the way home to pick up the painting that was picked at that moment!
48. Silent thoughts hide the shackles of silence, but you can't paint your figure again. I want to catch you from the dream, and turn it into a butterfly to stay with you. Flying in the boundless spring, never separated.
49. You are not a person who loves to explain, but I am even more so, so we are destined to gradually drift away, and then sadly even worse than a stranger. Although it is ridiculous, it is ridiculous. But only so.
50. When the world is not awake, the flowers are undefeated, the vines are not dry, and the stones are not bad. I used to be a peach flower with you, the grass is the crown, and you are a rock. You and I are in the next year, sit in front of the court, enjoy the flowers, and laugh at the floating years. I have a look at the world for a hundred years, and I have seen it. Years flow like flying, freezing the love in time to pick up. A fireworks rain, it is difficult to hide and reflect. I don’t care about the love of the wind and the snow, I love the incomprehensible, and I’m destined to sigh.
51. For love, we may not love because of love, but it is attracted by the sacredness of a layer of shackles. In pursuit of love, we may just want to let the swaying heart get a little spiritual consolation at the pier of the watch, but in fact no ship of the long-distance ship will stop anchoring the same pier. After the passion, the enthusiasm for retreat will be faded out, and the tombstone will be carved slowly.
52, Fang Fei's season, facing the slight wind, along the field of strangers. Strolling in the wilderness of the wilderness, the sea of flowers, the leaves of green, the long grass, the sound of the valley, the vitality of the life, the love of love will linger in the heart. The night rain poured, the pattered rhythm, like the melody played by the kite, it was long and clear. The sound of the sound in the ear will sway the long-distance emotions, let the wonderful moments passed by, quietly enter into the memory, pick up the memories of a beautiful past, bring me into a beautiful situation, and pick up memories of the beautiful time. .
53. You can't let go of you. Now you are like a cloud of smoke that has passed away, and your heart is wiped out, calm and quiet. Unfortunately, you can't keep your first time! But no sigh, because memories are beautiful!
54. Living is a practice. When we understand love and understand compassion, then we can enjoy the warmth of the mood, in the dust of the old age, eat red dust and fire, enjoy the world, and enjoy the years.
55. Perhaps, one side of the rain can nourish a piece of landscape, otherwise, why in the rain, no matter how busy the day, there are still people who are willing to rush on the Internet, or write a text, or review, or reward, or follow. It is these friends who love words, for their own dreams, persevere in the rain, use the keyboard to hit the story, click on the friendship with the mouse, and use the Internet to connect the love of the four seas and five lakes. 56, the stalk of memory, who does not have two or three 娉婷, draped in the flowers of emotions, unnamed expansion. I don't know how far a kind of edge can go, but I know that your eyes will pass through my long hair and will surely fill your pale blue warmth. A kind of encounter, the mountains and the water, even if there is no words, they also know each other; a kind of return, such as poetry, regardless of the wind and moon, but also beautiful to the bone. The flowers bloom and all the way to the flowers.
57. Since you want to be together, don't let time kill your original love, don't let time take your own care, don't let time push you to their intersections, then wave each other and say goodbye.
58. When I was young, I always yearn for a vigorous life. I look forward to having an earth-shattering love. Even the flowers are like intoxicating. With the increase of age, the original expectation and warmth, disappeared by the years, and a little more in the heart. A true understanding of love. In fact, the taste of love is not a rich fragrance, but a faint fragrance.
59. Youth is a bright sorrow. I always want to touch the bright light. I haven't seen the last sunset in the sky. I haven't waited for the enthusiasm of Yu Yu, but I lost in your love. I lost myself, I didn't cry, just shed tears of humble tears. The sad air always freezes the self-defeating self. The scattered eyes are still still lingering with the pain of parting. Only the tears don’t hold the dream in the original memory; only the other side that hates the ruler has not crossed the love. Sail of the sails!
60, gently look at the diary, black and white vivid handwriting, with a little triumph. Yes, I met you that day, didn't dare to tell you, so I wrote it into my diary. Turned page by page, time passed away. Every bit of memory comes to my mind, calm me, and calmly look through the memories of the past.
61, love deep, crazy to the extreme, the symphony of love is a strong song of earth-moving. The strings are pleasing to the ear, and the moment of meeting can pass through the millennium. The encounters of past lives, through the passage of words, stand by each other, sincerely obsessed. If the meeting is the beginning of the edge, then beauty must be the beauty that God has given to the world. In the flow of time, they are happy with each other and help each other. What else can you suspect? No need to explain! Smile, it is the most sincere to the Hou; love, there is no need to add more confession.
62, please allow me to fall in love with my life. Perhaps, all the waiting, just for the moment of the dust settled, through the endless rushing night, I want to raise a brow with you, red dust, the fine time, has been wiped into a wind chime, at the threshold of the soul Singing low and low.
63, the road of life is always flat, this is the constant number in the universe. Since life is already like this, already, then, next, it is to see how we use it to fight back, and what tricks to defeat it?
64. When love is a thing of the past; when the only vow is taken away by the autumn wind, winter snow is buried; when the infatuation can no longer linger in the memory of the year; when the total memory can not remember the familiar face; when the insurmountable air and It was already a time when the stranger was separated. Can I forget you at that moment, can I recover myself at that moment? Silly, silly looking at the distant distance of the departing train. I have no longer deliberately forgotten, no longer insist on concealing, no longer convince myself to drift for you. Good memories no longer evoke my rising lips, no longer smashing the dust in front of the summer wind...
65. Staying at the foot of the mountain to see Mount Tai, there is no courage to climb, you work hard step by step, it is not difficult to reach the top of the mountain. In the face of the success of others, I would rather admit that I am just an ordinary person, but I don’t understand that even great success is only the result of doing it. What you need is to do it.
66, the city ring, all the way, stop and go, only wish to escape the hustle and bustle, looking for a corner of their own. All the way to the north, gradually, the sky is getting darker and darker, blurring his eyes in the light of the light. I like to walk around the city's midnight streetlights, because in this strange city, seeing its yellowness will make my heart feel a little warm. Hold yourself tight, wandering in this depressed night street, letting the night wind blow over the cheeks, Joan’s hair, and the scorn of the hair, there will always be an inexplicable loss, and a rising wish...
67, the city, everyone has a heart. It will trap you, it will afflict you; let go and let the pain snicker. My city is built with love, and my love is because of you, so you personally trapped me in a bitter city.
68. Quietly recalling our past, the deepest part of my heart is faint. Quietly combing the broken mood, the lack of words at this time made me feel awkward, slack and tired, and I don’t know how to let it go. However, some things, although already clear, but have been unable to find an excuse to forget, behind the seemingly unspeakable smile, I do not know how many camouflage hidden? It seems ridiculous, I don’t know who is missing? In this past and past, I have been alone in the past, and I have spent the rest of my life with the fall of a passionate maple leaf to pay homage to the fate of the red dust.
69. Love is a matter of two people. If he is not worthy of your love, then let go and give you two people the opportunity to pursue happiness; if he deserves your love, then please be sure to affirm him, love him, care for him, wait for him, and wait until he finally comes. marry you.
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