The sound of a song of the Xiao Xiao told, causing the autumn leaves to dance chaotically.
Who is the one who is in the dark in the piano, chess and painting?
The first time I saw the movie, I was in the middle of the movie, and I was in the middle of the movie.
Mountains a journey, water a journey, those pectin will be the end of a thousand pains, those protracted unspeakable heartache will eventually become a cloud of smoke, those who have spent a lifetime of perseverance will eventually be ripe.
The depths of the red dust, the flow of the seasons tell the life of the cold and warm, I embrace the years of the paper, the past will be remembered in the heart of the precipitation.
"Hundred years of time as a dream butterfly, looking back to the past can be contempt." Zhuangzhou dream butterfly, life is unpredictable, a thousand holes in the heart by life week after week of arrow through the heart.
Once upon a time, I thought, there are too many over the flaming mountain, there are too many flow through the river of quicksand. The ups and downs of life, ditches and cans, let me in the stumbling force, even if the circumference of the circle can not be divided into my suffering and exhaustion, even if the golden section point can not find the demarcation line of happiness, even if the magpie in the world, even if Hua Tuo is present, but also unable to do anything about it, but also can not cure my injuries and pain, I am in the depth of the fire in the contest in the scorching, I am in the pain of vicissitudes in the exhaustion of the life.
Fish so trust the water, the water does not cook the fish. The wind is so trustworthy, the wind does not just blow down the leaves. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and you'll be able to do that. I don't want to be more serious with the past because I can't afford it; I don't want to be more serious with myself because I can't afford to be hurt; I don't want to be more serious with pain because it's worthless; I don't want to be more serious with the villain because it's not worth it; I don't want to be more serious with the reality because I have to continue to live. All things in heaven and earth make it so, why should I make things difficult for myself? And why should I think about it, why should I be upset with myself?
Who is the scene in the heart of who? Who is the guest who is rubbing shoulders? The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. A world of love, humbly, whose waiting? A person's world of happiness, a person's long flow of water, a person's spring blossoms, a person's mind, a person's refreshing, a person's steel, a person's life can also be turned into a song. Poetry is limp, and even tears can color a blue sky; life is like a poem, in love, with fireflies flickering in the dream. The sun, the moon and the stars will be able to sit through the loneliness, with love to expel all the redundancy and barrenness outside the door of the heart, and wait until the stranger blossoms, you can slowly return to the encounter with a different version of himself.
Walking through the vicissitudes of life, quietly look at the world's volatile floating, I believe that there will always be a flower, for you to bloom colorful, for you to look back with a smile, will be your extraordinary story into the notes of the years, jumping on the pulse of life.
Life is a process of continuous experience and realization. Those who let you can not let go, let you tears into grief, let you pain once, will eventually in a bright and quiet day, flowers into the scene.
Life, the need to zero, know how to disconnect, delete the garbage of the mind, refreshing themselves every day, in order to redeem themselves in the newborn.
The rest of my life, I don't want to see who can see the dark wounds behind my disguise, I don't want to see who can read the bravado behind my smile, I don't want to be engraved in whose world, I don't want to be unrivaled in whose life, so-called strong, that is, late at night in the quilt crying, and then smiling during the day, pretending to be nothing. "The prosperity of the lost by the fragrance of the dust, flowing water from the spring of the grass without mercy." I would like to stand as a unique landscape, quietly wandering in their own square circle.
Walking, I thought of opening, "do not forget the original heart, get always", but "the original heart is easy to get, always hard to keep." You have to know, this world, if you are good to unreserved, the other side will dare to bad to unscrupulous, so your goodness to have a bottom line, to have sharp, your goodness to the right person. Because, forgiveness without principle is to please without personality. If you are not cherished, why do you have to suffer to maintain it? Leave the last dignity to yourself, when love has become a death, even if the gentleman heart negative my heart, so what? "Let the wind and waves rise, sitting steadily in a fishing boat." If you are not treated gently by the world, if the world kisses me with pain, I want to return the favor.
Walking, I realized that I have changed. It became like a cactus growing in the desert, not afraid of the wind and rain, not afraid of the sun, and then the difficult environment can grow freely, all the difficulties can be carried by themselves.
Walking, I see the world pale, see the light of human warmth and cold, in this thin world, I continue to choose to live y and strongly.
Walking, I understand, do people have to be inside the square and outside the circle. The experience of life is like a pencil, the beginning of a very sharp, experienced more will become rounded, if you can not bear it will be broken, will not go to hurt anyone, will not choose to be injured, the gravel of the years will eventually smooth your edges.
Walking around, I want to open up, some things, can only be done alone. Some off, can only be a person over. Some roads can only be walked alone, and must be walked alone.
Walking, I no longer contend that the face of the "rift valley river", no longer complaining about the waist of the "lifebuoy", "Do not say that Sanyu evening, for the Xia still full of sky." I'm glad to accept the gift of time, accept the fading away of the silent youth, and frankly accept the imperfect self.
"Chest Tibetan ink Huai Ruoyu Valley, abdomen with poetry from Hua." Even if the "coarse cloth wrapped career", even if the "broken hat to cover the face of the downtown", even if the "cold fall in front of the saddle horse", even if the "even if they should not recognize each other "The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots.
Trees have withered and shoddy, horses have lost their hooves, and people have risen and fallen. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you'll be able to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. A few more laughs and a few more sorrows, a few more ups and downs and a few more tides.
"Prosperity at the indifferent, quiet place to nourish the heart." Smile in the sunshine, run in the wind and rain, grow in tears, and mature in strength. Because, half of life is memory, half is to continue, insist on the long road, walk slowly, let yourself live irreplaceable, not chaotic in the heart, not trapped in love, do not miss the past, not afraid of the future.
Go on, insist on going on, the road will become more and more open!