1 Beginning The rain was falling, moisturizing the earth. Quietly, the rain stopped and the earth came to life. A rainbow across the air, like a colorful bridge, the clouds slowly floating, the sun set aside the white barrier, popped out, the warmth of the sun shines on the earth. Birds dusted feathers on the water droplets, flying in mid-air, or flying to the wire singing, like the notes in the score, singing clear and melodious, very beautiful and beautiful. Leaves convergence of a crystal clear pearl, reflecting the sunlight, shiny, when it fell, issued a "tick - tick" sound, like playing a rhythm of joyful music. Ending This will become the crystal waves in the sea of my heart.2 Beginning of the summer night sky, starry, the district government square on the musical fountain is particularly charming. 20 o'clock, the show began, the music sounded, splashing with a beautiful melody changing: sometimes like a blooming flower, stretching around the petals; sometimes like a crystal, lifelike water butterfly, flapping wings around the pool fluttering; sometimes like a wall of crystal clear barriers, people are intoxicated in the haze. A piece of music is coming to an end, accompanied by colorful lights, full of poetry. At the end, everyone was immersed in a joyful atmosphere, laughter echoed throughout the square. This wonderful summer night, this charming musical fountain! 3 The beginning of spring like a shy girl, quietly came, she gently waved her hand, the earth will be full of spring, vibrant. Look, the earth recovery, warbler song and dance, hibernating animals sleep to meet this wonderful world; grass from the soil out of the head, looking forward to this new world; willow in the stream combing hair, warm wind blowing through the "hair fly"; bamboo shoots teeth children defy hardship, a strong upward drill. Spring sky is extraordinarily blue, birds flying happily, clouds quietly changing; streams extraordinarily clear, even if the road ahead of how difficult, he is bravely forward; air extraordinarily fresh, with the breath of the rain, people are intoxicated in this vibrant picture. Ending Spring is so subtle, so shy, so charming, she will be reverie, irresistible. 4 Beginning Early in the day, I didn't feel like it when I had more contact with my mother. But after living in school, I found that every time I went home, my mother had to point my nose intimately, every time I went home, without exception. Is this a little bit of love? Ending A little love a day makes me move forward in life. A little bit of love a day, so that when I am sad to regain confidence and faith. A little bit of love a day, on earth forever, until forever and ever ......5 Beginning In this rainy city, my mood has become damp, always inexplicably miss some of the fragments disappeared in the years, the residual image in the dream repeatedly, the dream is snowy white snowy white, a snowy day, cold snow in the dream is unusually warm, there is no dialogue in the dream, the dream is not a dream. Warm, the dream did not have any dialogue, only with the inexplicable pull, as if ...... as if there I waited for many years of ...... end let me in the snowflakes flying all over the day, make a small wish: let every beautiful dream grow colorful wings, fly to the place it wants to go, let the future days real, real, real, real. Let every beautiful dream grow colorful wings and fly to the place where it wants to go, so that the future days will be real and happy. Finally, the snow stopped, the snow melted, and there was nothing left - the beginning When the bell rang to welcome the new year, we Chinese people shouted with excitement: "The New Year is here! The New Year is here! Today is New Year's Eve, a day of family reunion, the whole city is shrouded in a festive and happy atmosphere. The end of the fireworks are gone, the night sky is still the original night sky, those beautiful after all is just a flash in the pan ...... beginning of the first day of the first month of the New Year, the first fifteenth day of the first month of the New Year to see the lanterns." I grew up, is listening to this children's song grew up, after 15 Chinese New Year, also had 15 Lantern Festival, year by year, every year always have a different feeling . The end of the Lantern Festival has passed, the first half of the month has passed, the New Year's festivities have almost disappeared. So, wait until the next Lantern Festival, let us get together in the fireworks under the same brilliant starry sky, *** with the same warm mood it! Opening You are among the white clouds, holding up the blue sky with your hands, spreading a piece of light. Flowers laughed, race-like have to straighten the waist, forsythia flower towards the sky holding a golden trumpet, green leaves danced happily, bright song from its mouth flowed out. Accompanied by the breeze, you sowed hope in a piece of land, small raindrops with wind chimes hit the horse and help you moisturize everything. No longer hear the sighs of Yi Anju Shi, "I'm afraid of small boat, can not carry a lot of sadness." This petal-like, fragile poetess sighed sadly in spring and autumn, and the years turned into love threads in her hands, making her "thinner than a yellow flower". Only your wisdom can warm that cold and fragile heart. After one sadness after another, there will be a meeting, and there will be a renewal of life. You write on the white clouds to make the sun shine all day long! Ending You look down between the white clouds, you call out in the green mountains, you swing in the sea, you are in my heart forever ...... Beginning In the dull and monotonous winter, always looking forward to spring . Looking forward to her grass grows and warblers fly, silk tapestry whisking embankment, looking forward to her thousands of trees and flowers, blue ripples, looking forward to her orchids and cymbid grass, moist as a crispy; looking forward to her spring garden, falling red as rain. End Now, spring has arrived. Spring is the most beautiful season of the year, throughout the ages people have almost exhausted all the beautiful words and poems to describe, praise spring. Spring brings life and hope. Beginning When the spring with her unique new green, the sea like roaming, can make people intoxicated; When the spring with her unique warmth, the tide like a surge, can also make people break their souls. Spring is definitely a canvas drenched in the colors of life. New green, tender green, fresh green, emerald green, full of green ah, gentle to our eyes. And the star-like flashing a little red, a little yellow, a little pink, a little purple, also surprised our eyes. So, we began to walk in the spring. Ending This is spring, because of the life that sprang up here in unison, let me really feel a kind of magical beauty. Beginning In a flash, the winter has passed, and spring has quietly come to earth. Spring, is a beautiful season, is full of poetry; spring, and means a vibrant start. Since ancient times, poets have loved spring and praised it because of its pleasant scenery, which can be included in poems everywhere. Walking through the garden of ancient poems, only to see the beautiful spring poems, colorful, dazzling, randomly pick a few, slowly read, unknowingly already intoxicated. The end of the poet to geese and ducks "while the peach blossom" scene sent from.
2. good essay beginning excerpts 75 words1) Words describing the appearance of the characters tiger head and brain eyebrows clear and beautiful face red ears white and tender red face full of silver hair eyes eyes shining eyes eyes such as pools of fire eyes golden eyes eyes thick eyebrows big eyes kind eyebrows big eyes Iron-chested tall and lanky valiantly well-dressed (2) Words describing the character's expression eyebrows openly smiled broken into laughter hilarious laughter smiled smiling smile on face with a smile of the face full of spring breeze smug (2) words describing the character's expression smiling hilariously smiled with a smile of the face with a smile of the face with a smile of the face Her face had a pair of childish, beautiful eyes decorated with long eyelashes, like two crystal grapes. This child's black tiger head-like face was born with a pair of big eyes like copper bells, very spirited . His eyebrows were sometimes tightly furrowed, forming a question mark between them; sometimes happily stretched out, like an exclamation mark. His red face shone like a ripe apple in September. His ears were white and red, with distinctive whorls and well-proportioned outer and inner rings, like a piece of sculpted art. Her small mouth contains a wealth of expressions: when she is happy, she turns her mouth away and makes a face; when she is angry, her pouting mouth can hold a small kettle of oil. The words that come out of this mouth can sometimes make people so angry that they burst into tears, and sometimes they make people laugh. Teacher Li had beautiful hair, black and oily, thick and dense, and when she stood in the sunlight and gently shook her head, her hair would flash out in a colorful halo. My classmate Xiao Hong, with a big braid, black and shiny, thick eyebrows embedded in a pair of big black eyes, looks quite beautiful. (1)描写学习态度的词语勤奋 diligently physical pain earnestly concentrated drilling down-to-earth diligent diligent vainly good at learning diligently studying hard down-to-earth unashamedly asking questions seeking to improve planing to get to the bottom of the matter sacrificing his life unceasingly eating with his hands unreading his papers as if he were hungry for sth. persistently by all means by all means(2)集中学习的词聚精会神 全神贯注 屏息凝视 目不转睛 专心心津有味 掩卷沉思神情专意(3)描写学习的佳句 Xiaofei was sitting in his seat. Xiaohong happened to be sitting facing the window, the afternoon sunlight on her round face, making her cheeks even more rosy; her hand holding the pen resting on her cheeks, her eyes wide open, crystal eyes slowly swimming, full chin slightly upward - this is every time she came up with a more ingenious way to solve a math problem, for the math teacher is familiar with the favorite posture. The look of a math teacher's familiar and favorite manner. Whenever I was doing my homework, the tip of my pen rustled as if a bird was singing to me, and as if encouraging me, "You must not be afraid of difficulties and climb to the top." She stood up and answered so accurately, so naturally, so fluently, as if she had prepared for it. She recited in a staccato manner, the tone of voice, beautiful, beautiful, the seat moved. He's such a naughty boy, he reads too fast, chopping and snapping, like frying peanuts. JuanJuan read the text in Mandarin, her voice was so beautiful that even the sunlight was mesmerized, sneaking into the classroom through the window and landing on her book, not wanting to leave for a long time. I read greedily, like a hungry lamb breaking into a meadow of tender green grass. She entered the sea of books like a fish in the sea, forgetting the passage of time. He reluctantly, open the book, began to feel a line of words on the top of the activity, like to fly; and later felt just a blurred piece, like a nest of ants crawling on the paper. He buried his head to write his homework, the room is quiet, only hear the sound of the pen on the paper rustling. Students sitting in the classroom, listening attentively to the teacher, like dozens of flowers in the quiet bear the diligent gardener's watering. The sound of reading flies out from each classroom, like a moving chorus of children's voices, notes all over the sky. Good sentence: the sky is full of red clouds, the sea is full of golden waves, the red sun is like a furnace of boiling steel, spewing out, dazzling golden light. In the morning, the sun is like a new daughter-in-law who has just gone out, shyly showing half of her face. The sun went down, it's that extraordinarily strong light from the treetops jet, the white clouds dyed blood, the green mountains dyed blood. The sun slowly through the clouds, revealing a long swollen red face, like a shy little girl looking at the earth. Bright sunlight through the gaps between the leaves, through the early fog, a ray of sprinkled all over the campus. The sun was lower, blood red, and the water was a dazzling expanse of light that stretched from the edge of the ocean to the edge of the boat. The sky was dyed blood red by the setting sun, the peach clouds reflected on the flowing water, the whole river turned purple, the sky seemed to be on fire. In the spring, the sun is warm, it stretches out its big warm hand, rubbing people all over the body. A gust of spring wind, blowing away the clouds, the sun is happy to reveal a smiling face, the warmth and light sprinkled all over the lake. The hot sun hangs high in the sky, the red light shoots to the ground like a rocket, the ground is on fire, reflecting the flames of the oil in the boiling frying. I didn't dare to look up at the sun, but I felt that everywhere was dazzling, in the air, on the roof, on the ground, it was all white and bright, white with a little red, from top to bottom, like a huge mirror of fire, and every strip was the focus of the mirror, as if everything was about to burn. Late fall, the sun hangs lazily in the sky, like an old man with a smiling face dozing. The sun in late fall is covered with a reddish-orange lampshade, radiating a soft light that warms the body and face. When the sun arrives in the fall, it spreads its rays all over the earth. The fields are golden, the grounds are golden, and the mountains are golden. In winter the sun is as pale as the moon. The sun is surrounded by thin clouds and emits a pale, dazzling white light. The sun works hard all year long, and in winter, it is so exhausted that it can hardly release any heat. The warm sunlight, through the dense foliage, spills down into spots of golden light. The distant lofty mountains, in the sunshine, covered with a golden yellow coat, looks particularly beautiful. The sunlight was filtered by layers and layers of leaves, leaking into his body into a light round gently swaying halo. It was eight or nine o'clock in the morning, bright sunlight in the leaves coated with a circle after circle of gold and silver halo. The sunlight through.
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Excerpts from the beginning and end of beautiful sentences 1, the blue planet, unceasingly rotating, the magnificent sea, white waves; trickling river, flowing through the fields, countryside and towns. These are all manifestations of the vigor of life. --Hebei Province Candidate "Life is in Your Hands". 2. The wind chimes of youth, blowing open the heart, the colorful flute of youth, blowing the dream, the notes of youth drive me to run towards hope. Youth, this wonderful season, it is the time for us to sow hope, cherish it, grasp it, let it in our hands to put out the eye-catching luster. --Hebei Province students "grasp youth". 3. It is said that the ship of life cannot be without the sail of ideal. It is said that the ideal of life is for the ideal life. And the happiest time in the ideal life is the flowering season of dreams. --The most happy time in the ideal life is the flower season of dreams. 4, love is a ray of sunshine in winter, dispersing the bitter frost; love is a long drought after a sweet rain, moisturizing the cracked heart; love is a beacon in the ocean, pointing out the hope of new life. -Jingzhou City Examiner "to bring love to others". 5, I do not know whether I have ever brushed past, you gently as a thin cloud in the sky, even if it can be encountered, but not to be sought, but also took away the attention of my mind ...... -- Guangdong Province candidates "I pay attention to the life of the drop". 6. In life, everyone encounters things that are not as good as they should be, such as suffering setbacks, being misunderstood, being criticized, and so on. At the time, it was undoubtedly an insurmountable obstacle. But later look back, it is just a wave in the river of life, colorful years of a fragrance. --Chongqing Municipal Candidates "fragrance wisps". 7, life needs applause. Many people often lamented: it is difficult to find a soulmate. What is the soulmate, soulmate is not the sound of applause in life? --Anhui Province candidates "life needs applause". 8, like the wind for the sails,
4. essay good paragraph excerpts (longer, at least 7 lines)Happiness where? The first thing you need to know is that you are traveling with your whole family.
Mom and Dad have been working hard and haven't had a good rest for a long time, so we took advantage of the weekend to go to my uncle's house in Taoyuan for a vacation and to play with my aunt together.
Auntie took us to stay at a B&B in Datong Township, where the air was fresh and the scenery was beautiful. Since all the B&Bs in the neighborhood are run by the same owner, we were not afraid of making noise to the neighbors. We roasted meat, sang songs, and shouted loudly for joy there, and the owner led us to do many fun games, which made a group of us kids laugh and have a lot of fun.
Auntie said that when you come here, you have to visit the night market so that you won't regret. Although the streets of the night market are narrow, but the display of things fancy, all kinds of food are available, very sellable. I bought pig's blood cake, my father bought mutton noodles, it is really a first-class, super delicious, and the shopkeepers treat their customers are very kind, so we feel that it is not a false trip.
Traveling is a happy thing, so that I have a lot of harvest, I hope that parents can arrange more time, take us out to see the world, broaden our horizons, I think, that will help my learning, I want to learn happily, grow up happily, every day there are a lot of interesting things, every day there is a lot of harvest, because, that's a lot of happy things.
5. 10 good sentences, good beginning and ending of each 4 paragraphsWhen the fingers jump, the wind will no longer be sad; when the black and white flow, the thoughts will forget the pain; when the melody stirs, heaven and earth will be only wandering in the spring of my heart ...... The willow flakes that sway gently are like your long, flowing hair; the glittering stars are like your bright eyes; and a touch of red sunlight on that day is like your long, flowing hair. The reddish hue on the side of the sky is like your gentle lips; the falling rain is like a daughter's endless thoughts of you, mom.
It's not hard to set off instant fireworks, but it's hard to freeze the momentary splendor in the night sky; it's not hard to muster the courage for a moment, but it's hard to maintain the undying will to fight for a lifetime; it's not hard to gain a moment of joy, but it's hard to laugh at it until the end. The beauty of autumn is mature - it is not as shy as spring, as open as summer, as introverted as winter. The beauty of autumn is sensible - it is not like spring so charming, summer so hot, winter so subtle.
Autumn, the harvest season, the golden season - as lovely as spring, as enthusiastic as summer, as charming as winter. The sunshine of the golden autumn is warm and quiet, the autumn wind of the Dong village is warm and gentle, and the blue sky and white clouds are floating and melodious.
The tide is like a charging team, drumming, shouting, desperately rushing to the beach. The tide was a few feet high and came in a rush.
The crazy tide flood is full of frightening horror and profound mystery. The tidal wave, like a huge thunderstorm, is like an army of thousands of horses sweeping across the ground, running downstream in the midst of shouting and hissing.
The tide is raging like a demon, tossing foam, losing the rhythm of equilibrium. The raging tide slaps the rocks, and ten miles of coast are simultaneously golden bells ringing, clanging and rhythmic.
The spring tide rose, like the sound of pine waves back home, like the sound of a mother calling her daughter. The dark green sea water, rolled up as high as the city walls of the huge waves rushing over, the formation is really like a thousand galloping war horses charging towards the enemy.
The sound of the tide is like the poetry of the sea, full of philosophy and revelation. The mood, such as the spring breeze gently plucked the strings, such as the evening flowers floating down the soft waves.
When the tide rises or falls, the sound of the rhythmic beat of the beach, like a mother patting a baby to sleep issued by the lullaby. The opening: carving the wind - the first shot One of the methods of opening: open the door to the topic point through Honesty and trustworthiness, is the fine tradition of our Chinese nation.
For thousands of years, people have been seeking honesty and integrity. The wind of honesty is simple and mellow, the longer the history, the integrity of the gas more full of China, the light of honesty more illumination of China.
Integrity has long been integrated into the blood of our national culture, becoming an important and indispensable part of the cultural DNA. If the cause is mixed with emotional factors that cause is doomed to be unsuccessful; our company's managers are determined to be able to grow a similar face.
-------- Ford "2003 college entrance examination essay put the heart in the right" When the heart eyeball, rain is also eyeball; when the heart rain, eyeball is also rain. --Wang Guochen Hamlet once exclaimed, "Man, see thyself!" And I would say, "Man, see the world."
"2003 college entrance examination essay polish eyes to see the world" The aesthetics master Rodin once said: "Beauty is everywhere, for our eyes, is not the lack of beauty, but the lack of discovery." The Eyes of Wisdom Mark? Twain said, "A foot stepped on the violet, but it left the fragrance on your foot.
That's tolerance."
Freedom What is it that comes silently and leaves no trace, but stirs up all the colors of the light dance What is it that comes silently and leaves no trace, but leaves behind a season of singing What is it that comes softly and goes quietly, and leaves behind a pendulous gold in the harvest season What is it that goes quietly and comes softly, spinning out a clean white for the silent earth? Dreams The philosopher smiles at the blue sky: "It is time." A child holds a kite and claps his hands: "It's the wind."
The wanderer said, "It's nothing but a dream." ? (The Happiness of Having Answers) Opening Method #4: The Fable is Fresh There was a mother who always thought her son was a genius.
Even though he broke no fewer than ten plates as a waiter, lost his wallet on his second trip as a conductor, and closed all the letters mailed to him as a letter carrier. The first time I saw this, I was able to get the ball rolling, and then I was able to get the ball rolling.
Three years later, the mother proudly went to attend her son's parade. When people looked at the passing procession and laughed, the mother excitedly shouted, "Oh ----- dear Paul! They're all going the wrong way, but you're going the right way!"
One of the Nobel laureates was asked, "At which university, in which laboratory, did you learn what you think is the most important thing?" Surprisingly, the gray-haired scholar replied, "It was in kindergarten." The scholar's answer was echoed by the scientists in attendance. -Wang Guozhen, "2002 college entrance examination essay on the choice of the heart" The flower in the corner! When you are alone, the sky and the earth are small.
- Bing Xin You will look at me and look at the clouds, and I feel that when you look at me, you are very far away, and when you look at the clouds, you are very close - "Far and Near" by Gu Cheng, the universal phoenix head ●Youth is made from the blood of the will and the sweat of the fight, and is everlastingly fragrant; youth is made from the unfading hope and undying yearning. Youth is a rainbow woven with unfading hopes and undying aspirations - gorgeous and brilliant; youth is a brick wall built with eternal perseverance and tenacity - solid as gold. Faith is the beam of the towering building, without it, it is just a pile of scattered bricks and mortar; faith is the riverbed of the river, without it, there is only a flood of waves; faith is the star of the fire, without it, there is only a handful of cold wood handle; faith.
6. Essay good words and sentences excerpts1, if you look forward to tomorrow, then you must first feet in reality; if you hope for glory, then you must feet do not stop.
2. Every person has a life, but not everyone can read life; every person has a mind, but not everyone can make good use of the mind. Only those who love life and are good at brainstorming can be considered to really have life.
3. With a red city heart, you will have friends; with a kind heart, you will have friendship.
4, do not pessimistically think that they are very unfortunate, in fact, more unfortunate than you are a lot of people; do not optimistically think that they are very great, in fact, you are just a drop in the ocean.
5, wealth is a kind of deposit, you can not take it away; honor is a bright light, you can not keep it; success is a fruit, you can not taste all seasons; life is a process, you can not let it stop.
6, things are dialectical, when you get something, at the same time will make you lose something else; when you lose something, at the same time will make you get something.
7, the weak only a thousand difficulties, and the brave can cut through the thorns; fools only sound lamentation, but the wise have a thousand roads.
8, learn to appreciate it, it can be closer to the distance between friends; happy to appreciate it, it can encourage friends to continue to progress; self-appreciation, it can stimulate their own potential.
9, in the beginning of the people, do not take people as young bully; in the twilight of the people, do not take people as a weak insult; before the people, do not take themselves as a crowd Yang; after the people, do not take people as a monkey slandered; above the people, do not take people as a person; under the people, do not take themselves as a person.
10, when you are accustomed to a kind of day, then, your life is only one day; if you live a new life, then you will live a wonderful life every day.
11, what can be lost, but can not lose face; what can come back, only life can not come back; what can be thrown away, only faith can not be thrown away; what can be accepted, only humiliation can not be accepted.
12, you can forget the failure, but can not forget the lesson; you can forget yesterday, but can not forget history; you can forget the suffering, but can not forget the hardships; you can forget the scars, but can not forget the shame.
13, everything can change, only our ideals can not change; everything can be long, only our arrogance can not be long; everything can be old, only our young heart can not be old; everything can be back, only our footsteps can not retreat.
14, lost we may let it lose, because it can let us less melancholy; get we may be less satisfied, because it can let us more awake.
15. If your childhood is not fun, teenagers are not good at learning, youth is not ambitious, middle age is not entrepreneurial, then, your life will pass away with old age.
7. seek essay good sentence, good paragraph excerptsThe so-called best time is not because it is beautiful and matchless, but because it is eternally lost we can only use nostalgia to call it but I hope all the years that have gone by will be in the memory of the precipitation into the best of the best time (2) time said to take me away to go and see the direction of dandelions flying there is very beautiful to use the loneliness of the crop out of the freedom (3) counting the dreams of the young brushing the fantasy of the wind with the face of a juvenile The rain of a young man's face and the pure heart of a young man's foot you and I quietly grew up childhood is still beautiful a flute also melodious may this love song is full of happy notes to sing the song of your growth (4) a gorgeous and short-lived dream a brutal and long reality of the lost years how can we find it back you used to smile in the memories, but it does not spread (5) the flowers wither, the people dispersed, the song ended the day of the splendor of the crowds, such as clouds, after the bustle of the world, do not know each other (6) here there are The lights of the city, but not the hustle and bustle of the city quiet night let us pray for each other Perseid meteor shower has long been coming to where you are about to fly (7) Thoughts are just the petals drifting in the dream of the bright moon's clear glow of the clear glory will be the real illusion I spread this intoxicating secret in the long journey of life to the tides of memory (8) How many secrets does a person need to hide in order to skillfully get through the life of the Buddha's light shining plateau, three or two steps is heaven, but it's not the only thing that you can do.
I thought the bird could not fly through the sea, because the bird did not have the courage to fly through the sea, ten years later I realized that it is not that the bird can not fly through, but the end of the sea, there has been no waiting (10) The afternoon sun warmly sprinkled into the floor in front of the window so warm that the girl with an unfinished book sitting in front of the window and the other hand holding the tea with a hot smell while drinking and watching occasionally lifted their heads to feel the The sunshine, look at the sky, look at the clouds, look at the uncontaminated world to live, it is so, the girl thought (11) a lot of things, not I want, can do a lot of things, not I want, can get a lot of people, not I stay, can stay (12) make a lot of friends is not a miracle true miracle, is when all the people have abandoned you there is still a friend stood firmly on your side (13) life is a long time, a long time, a long time, a long time, a long time, a long time, a long time, a long time, a long time, a long time, and a long time, a long time, a long time. (xiii) life is a long trip do not waste time waiting for those who do not want to walk hand in hand with you (xiv) the so-called growth is not only have a dream but also have the courage to pay for the dream (xv) when one day our youth has decayed past has no light itch to find the south of the south of the South I know that the winter there does not snow stop your hasty footsteps to look back at the soldiers and horses that you walked through the chaos of the powerlessness of your helplessness. In time to grieve was taken away by the time youth is so can not afford to squander cold to prick the heart thought a lifetime is very long long to be able to fit all the sadness thought the world it is big big to be able to lose all the past thought happiness it is a lot of much to be able to forget all the regrets and then you cried looking for the so-called happy finally you realized that our thought really just thought the last, the last what you are just taking advantage of the shadow of the youth is still in the You heard that the south of the south is the winter does not snow you picked up the traveling bag that contains a big dream to set off you said, I just go to retrieve the original sadness, happiness, regret, bravery and happiness later you told me that the south of the south, where the winter has already snowed, but you also said that you have found your youth I smiled in fact, I know that the south of the south of the winter, in fact, it is not snowing youth is also the same no regrets, how do you know Happiness is rare without sadness, happiness is also meaningless everyone's youth, should be colorful should not be black and white I heard to the north to the north of the winter there is very beautiful, very beautiful -- from the "painted heart" and so on.