1, too late to erase the sorrow of autumn, lonely snowflakes and patting my bleak. Perhaps the years are too hasty, decades of time like an arrow, instantly became the past. It's too late to say goodbye, can't think back, the road to the past is long, the road to the future is vast ......
2, that's perhaps because you didn't try to take a step, try to go forward.
3, the fastest footsteps are not across, but continue; the slowest pace is not a small step, but wandering; the best road is not the avenue, but careful; the most dangerous road is not a steep slope, but a trap.
4, where I have traveled, but also must let you wade again, where my feet have stepped on the place, but also let you elf's footsteps stopped there. Ten years ago I ran madly through almost all Europe, and had with me nothing but loathing, hatred, and anger; now that I am healed and purified in body and soul, I shall revisit the old places refreshed and in the comforting company of a true angel. I smiled at him as he said this. I am no angel, I said, and don't want to be one even in death; I am what I am, Mr. Rochester, and you must not expect, nor can you force upon me, anything in the divine heavenly realm, for you are not likely to find it, just as I shall never be able to find it in you. I would never have that hope at all. And what hope do you have in me? For a short time I may be as I am now.
5. The daughter looked up at the long road stretching away in the distance, and lifted the stiff corners of her mouth, and then at her old mother beside her, and went on with a step so happy and contented that I should have felt it was firm and light.
6, feet can not reach the place, vision can reach; vision can not reach the place, the spirit can fly to.
7, the footsteps of summer seems to come a little late, the night rain in Bashu fell all night, the coolness of the morning let people rejoice, enjoy the new day!
8, when the summer lost the passion of the fire, to meet it only the sluggish autumn wind, and then the luxuriant branches can not save the falling leaves. When the harsh winter comes, I do not know how to comfort that hidden heartache.
9, the boss said: from the heart. So in the rush of the journey, occasionally stop and listen to the voice of the heart, let the heart in the nature to feel the reincarnation of all things and the alternation of the seasons; let the heart in the world for a fresh dance, wash away the lead dust, restore a clear. In this way, they will find that they have been chasing the dust that can be gently swept away.
10, the fall with a steady footsteps, slowly come to us, and quietly away.
11, people will not care about how awesome you are in the past, only focus on you now and in the future is awesome, to keep up with the rhythm of the footsteps of society.
12, outside the house sounded footsteps, mom with a few red-skinned eggs, while my sister-in-law is not paying attention, stuffed into her mouth a sister-in-law suffocated red face, my mom and I laughed back and forth.
13, the footsteps of autumn quietly, like a gurgling brook on a lonely leaf, noiselessly withered, and with the river quietly drifting into the distance, like a drop of solitary rain in the sky, silently knocking on the cold window. Autumn is a lone fox, in the silence of the world to break through; autumn is a lone wolf, in the cold deep forest high owl.
14, do not lament the injustice of the world, you lose, just something that does not belong to you; you get, but also in the gradual dissipation, nothing is our ultimate end. Do not ignore the closest to our happiness, do things, love people, the heart of the light, spiritual freedom, are irreplaceable wealth of life. Do not zoom away from us too far away from the extravagant hope, the vision of the fantasy will only inflate your desire to lose your footsteps.
15, on the road, the beloved yellow dog time before and after, close to follow me. A moment it in the back, stepping lightly, easy and not hard; a moment, it ran in front, put up curious ears, listening to the surrounding movement; a moment, it broke into the branch road, the spirit of woof woof woof a few times, breaking the quiet of the mountain road. It sometimes seems to have discovered something, and barks and scurries forward again.
16, declared the footsteps of winter officially descended on the streets of the South also blew a gale, last weekend the South has been a big snow.
17, let me think of the most beautiful time to open, my thoughts in the night sky crossed, dear you ah how to leave me, my wounds when I can heal, your lonely feet when to wait for me. You forget me, my tears when you wipe over for me, only one person quietly slipped. The bitterness in the heart of the ground is only in the corner of no one. Is not I am not strong enough you will not laugh at me.
18, the old dream will always wake up, but all the feelings have become habits. So the play is rounded, but the clown is not willing to remove the makeup, the mirror that vague and familiar mask, explaining what happiness is, although he has been unable to understand. The clown was too warm, so he was not used to the blue sky with dark clouds, always wanting to wait for the rain to stop before embarking on the road home, but why did the rain keep falling? The clown thought that the bad weather would be like the memory of a spectator who no longer remembers the funny face after a few moments of merriment. Finally took a step, the clown's hair is also wet, clothes are also wet, shoes are also wet, the clown tried to protect the makeup is also slowly spent, he suddenly can not feel the shape of the smile, the clown wants to find a roof. The clown is not not strong, after all, one's mime alone for so long, one's road alone for so long, but the clown is afraid of the wind and rain icy cold his heart. He still wants to leave some warmth for the one he cares about.
19, the traveler is always on the road, early summer in the South, *** hot sun, shooting directly at the land of Hainan Island. The hot sun, but can not stop the footsteps of outdoor people. I and my two car friends with simple luggage and maintenance tools, embarked on the journey to ride around the island of Hainan.
20, I can not calm themselves, only a burst of wandering footsteps, surging out of my difficult to calm the emotions of the soon to be full of a mass of hot air flow.
21, I feel that something in my life, too, is traveling quietly along the track.
22. He found a red dragonfly resting on the dogwood at the edge of the pond. Seeing his brother staring, catatonic, leaning forward, moving his feet forward extremely slowly and slowly, suddenly he put his hand out and caught the dragonfly with two fingers in a pinch. The dragonfly struggled desperately, and my brother was so happy that he jumped and jumped. He tied the dragonfly's long tail with a thin thread, pinched the other end of the thread with one hand, let go of the dragonfly, and the dragonfly flew up. He followed the dragonfly and ran, and shouted: I'm in an airplane, I'm in an airplane.
23, that pair of eyes that had been y buried by the vicissitudes of time, there seems to be a glint of light flashed, the light flow, seems to have returned to an innocent childhood. What he told me seemed to have happened yesterday. Like a child, he told me about the group of little elves clad in the setting sun, and his old voice almost had a hint of innocent childishness. I held the old man, thoughts also with the footsteps, slowly into the childhood that never seemed to pass away.
24, although your sister left home, to a distant strange place to study, but she never let her eyes droop, let the footsteps of the decadence of the past, she was never frustrated, not discouraged, you should learn her, put the eyes forward to the good incomparably far ahead.
25, all the way, the moonlight through the roadside branches, unreservedly pouring a ground, raised his head, and still see the moon that kind and soft face, feel the whole body and mind are wrapped up in the month, they feel no longer cold. The footsteps are also light and fast, the front of a few old women walking and chatting, and sometimes issued a bright laughter. I heard that they were going to the square in front to dance! It's been a long time since this feeling, so they fell in love with this winter moonlight, fell in love with this winter mood.
26, the spring girl with light footsteps, scattered a lush.
27, since the curtain of life has been drawn, it must be positive performances; since the footsteps have been crossed, the wind and rain and bumps can not retreat; since I have sown the hope here, it is necessary to adhere to the curtain of victory.
28, when the distant sky is flooded with a haze, rain, then endlessly down. Walking in the street, carelessly saw a woman slowly walking in the center of the road on the crosswalk. She, high on melon seeds, posture is not beautiful. However, in the pouring rain, the occasional passing car whizzed past her, and her calm serenity struck me in an instant. Who else can walk calmly through such adversity, stoned on melon seeds, with unhurried steps? Just like this rain, even if it pours, it can never stop the growth.
29, for life-threatening patients, time is a precious life; for people in business, time is wealth, some people say that time is like water from the hillside left behind from where the wind, gone and no longer come back; and for students who are reading, time is power, time is knowledge. Cherish time is half of good knowledge.
30, May 13, the day the weather was fine, the sun is very bright, irradiated in the body warm, less wet and cold that year. Imagine that the mountain is also a spring color! Occasionally, a person walking in the distance as if your figure, hold your feet, foolishly waiting for him to pass, heart understand that is not you can and how much you expect you just and I, and we all played a joke ...... Today the sun is still shining, you there okay? I still want to cry, because you are not there!