A quiet summer night with a clear moon and wind always gives me a feeling of tranquility and serenity. Bright and clear as soft water like the moon color pouring, clear light flow, the meaning of Ning Rong. The color of the moon is soft and transparent, light and airy.
I like to borrow the moon to precipitate the mood, such as water, can drink. Push open the window, let the moonlight quietly flow in the skin, light and airy rhyme, fresh connotation of the mood naturally flow in the heart. The moonlight is like a practice, the mood in the moonlight becomes clear and soft, suddenly all kinds of life in the moving and beautiful spirit floating.
Once upon a time, the innocent me snuggled up in my grandmother's arms and counted the stars, leisurely enjoying the clear and quiet moonlight of the countryside.
Once upon a time, in the elite campus and classmates in the clear moonlight to talk to each other, feeling the beauty and sorrow of the watery years.
Once upon a time, in the watery moonlight I canoe with you on Taihu Lake, in the sound of paddles and lights, in the moonlight and lake water reflecting in the appreciation of the beauty of the world. The clear water of the lake, the drifting sound of the piano, so that I was intoxicated in the gentle feelings of Jiangnan do not know where to go.
Flower shadow on the wall, suspected to be a jade man. Zhang Sheng meets Yingying, to the moon under the West Wing, the qin passes on the ghostly thoughts, under the moon to wait for a beautiful woman. A classical beauty. The moonlight stains the western window, and the faint thoughts are also diffused.
The moonlight in the classical subtlety and present-day romantic interpretation of the aesthetic, bringing people infinite contemplation and leisurely intoxication.
The moonlight attracts me, so I go out, step in the moonlight, slowly walk into the garden, gardenia bathed in moonlight, cold condensation with dew, such as a curtain of distant dream. Bamboo shadow with rhyme light dance, such as water moonlight gently through, reflecting the clear light of the moon. All things are in the moonlight in the fullness of the spirit up. The hustle and bustle of the world and impatience, hesitation and uncertainty are dissolved in this watery moonlight. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one.
Like water, can drink. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
Standing quietly in the garden path, listening to the silence of a ......
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Ink JiangnanI was born in a corner of Jiangnan, Jiangnan's gentle feelings intoxicated more than twenty planted. The world around the Jiangnan vicinity of the vicissitudes of change, clamor or whispering in the story can not be told clearly, but I am on the Jiangnan feelings of attachment to the millennium remains!
Standing in the south of the spiritual soil, look up to the sky, wind and smoke are clean, clear as a wink of water. The long years flowed in the Jiangnan water towns of the cleanliness, the quiet of the ancient towns of Jiangnan, Jiangnan rainy lane of the deep, Jiangnan Wenjie's spirit of rhyme ......
The small bridges, water, people, overflowing in the ink in the Jiangnan, to see the unknown reality, can not be divided in the end; the flow of water, moisturize the heart of how many literati heroes. Read Jiangnan, Lingbo water rhyme, ink and color.
The beauty of Jiangnan, is hazy and simple, is under the tree leisurely fall chess, is the flower drunken wine. Is the court of tea. Green water lingering white walls, flowers sprinkled on the green tile, winding back to the river in the morning and sunset singing. Ride a flat boat holding an artemisia, traveling in the green mountains and green water, read the history of the millennium Jiangnan and the ancient tenderness of the drift, a large body of clear water is carried, is the traces and vicissitudes of the flow of years.
Jiangnan water town is like a hazy ink painting, simple and quiet. Stone arch bridge tilted in the clear water, or elegant chic or delicate and elegant, has worn out the carved railings printed with the traces of the years, and the charm of the ancient town into one. Sitting on the crow's nest boat, letting the cool river water flow from the fingers, cool into the heart. The water is clear, and the wooden boat is long. The houses are built near the water, and the water is connected to the water. Stroll in the ancient town, away from the city's hustle and bustle, let the sunshine in the skin quietly flow, let the poetry in the heart of the light dance.
Jiangnan, light smoke and fresh water, the embankment of the rain falling, spring grass and warblers fly, peach red light dye, insects and swallows murmur, spring through the curtain bar. In the summer, the light to undress, alone on the orchid boat, pick lotus lotus field, light smile and chanting, delicate flowers shine water. Autumn rain sycamore, autumn flying geese, light chrysanthemum fragrance, leisurely under the hedge. Winter snow is emerald, a thousand trees pearl. I like the snow, fluttering delicate pure.
Fine rain show Jiangnan, Jiangnan rain, especially the spring rain in Jiangnan, like that Wunong soft language, through the water village unique nourishment, the rain is the aura of the Jiangnan water village in Jiangnan, full of romantic atmosphere of the rain, the rain before and after the Lantern Festival is called Lantern rain, Lantern rain is often the first rain in early spring, pattering rain on the spring rain drifted to the warblers fly grass long, a large body of turquoise water sparkling and up, willows whisking the embankment, the grass as silk, flowers like a flower, and the grass as silk, the grass as silk. The blue grass is like silk, the flowers are like brocade, the flying springs are splashing, the Sanskrit sound of the ancient temple is flowing between the cracks in the stone, and the air after the rain is overflowing with fresh aroma. After the rain, there is the rain of apricot blossoms, pear blossoms, and after the late spring, the continuous rain of yellow plum blossoms fills the south of the Yangtze River. The sound of rain at night and the fragrance of flowers in the morning are y intoxicating and elegant, making people reluctant to leave. Flying rain wet a dress, moist through the heart of the women of Jiangnan. Two sleeves of flowers, light dance out of the unique charm of Jiangnan.
The women of Jiangnan due to the wet climate of Jiangnan, skin such as snow condensation, Iren as jade. "The water is a horizontal eye wave, the mountains are brows knit. Want to ask the pedestrian to which side? Eyebrows and eyes are full of places." Women like water, such as water, bright eyes, spirit and gentle, like the Lingbo Fairy as clear and unassuming. Jiangnan women walk slowly in the town on the old green stone road, drizzle wet lilac, if you hold an umbrella, along the rainy alleys and spry, "a smudge of smoke forest screen-like show, light flowers shore willow edge", rain curls into the pearl curtain, clear shadow like a dream.
Houmen like the sea, the pavilion water pavilion, the red face of tears, water sleeve lightly brush the strings, a song of the ancient rhyme in the snow under the hands of the jade diarrhea, the soft intestines. Thoughts as if with the flow of time backward, in a thousand years ago the tangled and sentimental butterfly love. Gentle Liang Shanbo and cross-dressing Yingtai study hard, candlelight night book, laughing and joking, eighteen to send, writing a touching butterfly love legend, echoing through the ages.
Jiangnan a wind and water spiritual place, countless talented people. Jiangnan four great talents, the most famous is Tang Bohu. Tang Yin's superb calligraphy and painting, champion of the group. He is an expert in zither, chess, calligraphy and painting. The touching love story of Tang Pak Fu has become an ancient story. Jiangnan talented women, a moment countless, Li Qingzhao, Qinhuai eight Yan, Liu Ruyi, Dong Xiaowan, fish Xuanji, Xue Tao, Su Xiaomei .......
Ink Jiangnan, a hundred charming all kinds of write endless, a thousand colors point painting endless. Maybe my past life is that picking lotus Jiangnan woman, in the light of the fragrance of the lotus smile, if the butterfly lightly dance in the ink Jiangnan ......
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Lilac Rain Sorrow
June in Jiangnan, the drizzle. I don't know when in the afternoon and drifted up the fine rain, like in such a fine rain walk, let the skin feel the soft rain of freshness and delicacy. The freshness of the drizzle and the silk of the tangle make me feel natural, innocent and transparent. I like to lean alone in front of the window and watch the wind and rain roll in on such a drizzly day. It's as elegant as a painting. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
Smokey rain, diffuse into a mood. I like to listen to the lyrical music and enjoy the beautiful words on the rainy days. Music can bring me a kind of purity, words is another kind of life for me. If you are in the freshness and timelessness of prose, if you are in the classical poetry and song, enjoying their own tranquility. The thoughts gently swept through the watery words. "The green bird doesn't know the letter outside the clouds, the lilac knots the sorrow in the rain." Read such a poem always have a kind of elegant feelings, light sadness gently swept the heart lake.
The rain is falling, and in the haze it seems to see the lilac lilacs gently swaying in the rain, and the rain is pattering in the lilacs, like smoke and mist, and the beauty is clear and poignant. Rain and fog in the purple lilac flowers on the poly condensation dew, bright as jade. The lilacs are not open to the lilac rain, not open to the watery feelings. The crystal tears quietly slipped down, thoughts like lilac rain fluttering to the faraway places. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and it was a long time ago that I was in the middle of a long journey, and it was a long time ago that I was in the middle of a long journey.
Outside the window the rain is drizzling, inside the window the lyrical and poignant song flies:
When love can't sympathize when love can't cry
Leaving in the heart of that a little bit of hate is really bitter
No one can be mastered, no one can be convinced
There is no place to appeal to the brute force and cruelty of love
Who doesn't covet a little bit more care
There is no place to complain about love and the love of a little bit more care
There are no places where people can go when they want to love, or when they want to love.
Don't bully if you can't suffer
Don't be reluctant to give in even though it's over
We've been there before, we have to be satisfied and truly blessed
I'm just sad that I can't be with you in your old age
I won't have a chance to see your smile anymore
Remembering your goodness makes the pain even more disturbing
Reminiscences circle around in my heart and around and around and around and around, and how I'd like to run away
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I'm just sad that I can't grow old with you
I can see your smile every day
There's less to rely on, and no one to hold you in sadness
The tears won't come off, you know
I hope you know that I truly wish you the best of luck
As long as you're doing well and happy
Huang Pinguan's Growing Older with You is a song that we all ****************************************************************************. Every time I listen to it I have a deep feeling in my heart! It reminds me y of you. I would like to accompany you to grow old with you, can hold hands with you to see the sunset, I would like to accompany you to grow old with you, can listen to the rain with you in the window, I would like to accompany you to grow old with you, can snuggle with you ......
In the haze of smoke and rain in the beautiful past, such as lilacs florals fluttering, such as the appointment of the face of your face and quietly murmur. The past is like a roll of aged black and white film, slowly unfolding in front of me. It's still the season of drizzling rain, you and I from the two ends of life, in a certain midpoint, quietly met, and then crossed over. The flowers blossom and the past is like smoke. The first thing I'd like to say is that I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it.
In the low music background, in the inexplicable despair, the mood also with the rain pattering and leaking ......
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The Mood for Tea
The quiet summer night, sitting alone in the city quiet corner. A cup of tea, a wisp of fragrance. In the dense tea flavor taste mood. Taste life. Music filled the air quietly, the mood as a stream as quietly flowing.
The pale moon dyeing the western window, I was in the soft moon alone in the floating, such as water in the tranquility of the taste of timelessness. Life is like a cup of tea, although very light, but there is always a wisp of fragrance. Leisurely, make a pot of tea, quietly tasting the red dust and past events, if the situation is like water. Tasting tea is like tasting life. The first thing you need to do is to take the time to savor the tea, and the life as well.
I like a quote from San Mao: Tea, the first bitter as life, the second sweet as love, the third light as the breeze. A short paragraph of text but said a profound tea tasting philosophy of life. The poem is fragrant, such as the wind mood, such as the dream thoughts.
Remote thinking of the past, the past is like smoke. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products in the world, and you'll be able to do it in a way that makes you feel good about yourself and your life. Only that faint touch of purple still lingers in the dream. In fact, many times, many things we experience when we do not intentionally taste it, but after many years to start picking up pieces of memory, savor. The flavor of happiness is carved in the memories. But more than that, there is endless frustration. The only thing that I can do is to let out a soft sigh, as if I want to salvage something.
I sip jasmine tea in my memories, gazing at the cup of jasmine petals in the water, rolling and floating, in a variety of unique gestures of change, slowly falling into the bottom of the cup. Only because of a pot of boiling water, jasmine tea bloomed with the freshness and elegance. The jasmine blossoms become more crystalline and pure after being infused. I seem to read the quiet life, can have a richer and deeper meaning! I can not help but think of my favorite song & lt; & lt; full court fragrance & gt; & gt;, "ring Pei green clothes, full of dimples. The wind is infinitely quiet. And the moon is the most gentle. The moon is the gentlest of all. I love the elegance of the fragrance, and even though I'm leaving, I'm not willing to part with my sorrows. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it."
Midnight alone, in the fresh aroma of tea, savor the life of the light bitter and endless sweet. The taste of life in a hurry, the eyes of the years. Valuing the present, looking to the future, I will burst out of their most beautiful posture, condensing dew, gathering sunshine. Let myself try to grow! I will know better to savor the freshness and lingering of the spring rain. The summer sun's fiery and unrestrained, the autumn wind's sullen and mellow, the winter snow's cold and crystalline. In different seasons to savor different moods!
The rhythm of tea brings me a continuous warmth and inexhaustible power, I want to let myself in the life of the spring, summer, fall and winter in the interpretation of their own wonderful! I'm going to let myself perform my own splendor in the spring, summer, autumn and winter of my life!
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Suddenly I was infected by that joy.
Then look at those people, they live, busy, they do not have time to be sentimental; they love, but they do not know how to interpret love
love; they are satisfied, because they do not have the luxury of life too much to give; they are simple, they do not have to cover up in front of the people what.
They may never discuss what happiness is, but the real happiness is indeed such a group of simple people.
Understand: the reason why not happy, is because not able to live a simple; in fact, do not deliberately pursue what, do not go to life to ask
To get what, do not go to what to shape their own image, in fact, simplicity itself is a kind of happiness.
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Again, the grass is yellow. The green mottled disappearance, only that dry light yellow gradually covered the person's sight, is the end of life the most pliable after-singing.
Like to see the fallen leaves fall to the scene on the dead grass, red blades, yellow grass stems, very distinctive beauty, looking at them, will recall the sunset round of the west, slowly falling that kind of some bleak splendor, will recall the stone steps on the wind and candles of the white-haired old man walking hand in hand, calm and peaceful, that a touch of warm, that some some of the touches.
After the first snow and wind of winter, they will disappear on the ground and return to rest in the arms of Mother Earth. Waiting, after a long wait, the first gentle call of the spring breeze will wake up all their children and grandchildren.
Like to see the grass green Jiangnan shore of the bright, depressed winter in their light laughter escaped, how tender a stem of new green Oh, in the cracks in the stone, on the soil, bravely straighten their waist, in the first warmth of the cold winds and rain, inch by inch growth, a little bit of the embankment, the Earth, the earth, the blue sky, light winds under the weaving out of the spring coat of the exhilaration of the people.
Lush grass, step on it, use your hand to gently touch it, as if the baby's skin as delicate, a trace in the palm of the hand slipped through, a number of small life rhythms from the hand to the heart, can not help people not in the heart sighed: such a weak plant but also such a tenacious life, hard to take the lead in responding to the spring winds, attracted the peach and willow, bees and butterflies, the spring is bright and beautiful.
Like to see the grass in the summer, grass in the hot sun caress, all the beauty of life together with the release of the boundless green wilderness, the various colors of the blossoming flowers set off brightly, the blue sky in the field of vision has become low, seems to bend over the waist to condescend to get close to the grass.
The grasses at this time of year are the biggest and softest new beds, tempting us to give our bodies to them with unparalleled comfort, free of anxiety and worries, and to dream a most relaxing dream surrounded by green grass.
With our eyes closed, the aroma of grass clamoring in the sunlight enveloped our sense of smell. How warm and good smell of a fragrance ah, no colorful flowers strong, no brand-name perfume elegant, is the kind of rice ripening fragrance, is the milk of cows and goats in that aroma, is the original fragrance of nature, is the smell of the earth, is the taste of the mother's embrace of their own taste.
Yes, grass, you were originally the main food of cows, horses and sheep, through which you transformed into white milk, tasty meat, warm fur, galloping power, holding up a nation and country.
The sky is pale, the field is vast, the wind blows the grass low to see cattle and sheep. The time is vast, as if to see a generation of hero Genghis Khan, whip whip horse leading thousands of iron horsemen, sweeping across the Eurasian continent, invincible. The first time I saw this is when I was a little girl, and I was a little girl, and I was a little girl, and I was a little girl, and I was a little girl.
Leaving the grass on the original, a year a withered glory. The wildfire can't be eliminated, and the spring breeze will blow again. Flexible grass, what exactly are you? Is our countless humble and weak life, right? We are ordinary grass people, but also can depict the spring, grooming for the earth, weak lives united, but also can change the environment, create the world.
The familiar song in my heart, the gentle and melodious ringing: no flowers / no tree high / I am a small grass that no one knows / never lonely / never worry / you see my partner all over the end of the world ......
Reference:
*There is a monotonous yellow color everywhere in the lonely winter. All around a slump, even the formerly bright and clean river has lost its luster, bleakly hiding under the ice wanly sleepy. There are two mothers and daughters, in the warmth of the sunshine． The mother was combing her daughter's hair. She gently smoothes her hair． She gently smoothes her hair and gently weaves it into a twisted braid. Her face is full of smiles, as if her heart full of love can never be filled, overflowing to the mouth． Flow to the corner of the eye, weaving into the long... Twisted braid. The sun kissed the long hair, like scattered on the gold dust, glittering with a fluttering light. Daughter good behavior snuggled in the mother's arms, kept saying what, from time to time to tease the mother out of a heartfelt smile, sweet affection melted the winter cold, so that the sluggish winter scenery spinning out of the beauty of spring.
*It snowed in the evening, and then it didn't stop all night. The snowflakes were gentle and fell on a dark, mottled beehive. The bees were slumbering. Inside the delicate hexagonal hive, like secret letters sealed in wax. And like refined pellets of pure gold, treasured by a rich monarch. More valuable than gold, in fact, because bees are living things, alive. Under the sky, their dreams are the sweetest, the purple clouds and rape flowers in the south, and the acacia, jujube, and mountain thorns in the north, a layer of thanks and a layer of open again. But I don't know whether the snow can appear in the prosperous dreamland tonight. If there is a lovely bee quietly woke up in the sound of snow beat, will smell a wisp of fragrance from the sky, holy and magical. Unfortunately no one was lucky enough to recover, the earthly flowers, had worn them out.
*Poverty years, one can also feel certain profound happiness, like I often remember to add a bowl of hot white rice . I often remember adding a bowl of hot white rice, pouring a spoonful of lard and a spoonful of soy sauce on it, sitting in front of the "Todaing" (the stone steps of the hall door) and savoring the aroma of the rice mixed with lard, and every grain of the rice was filled with the aroma of happiness.
The happiness of life does not lie in one's environment, one's status, or the material things one can enjoy, but in how one's mind corresponds to life. Therefore, happiness is not determined by external things. The poor have the happiness of the poor, the rich have their happiness, the dignified and powerful have their happiness, and the lowly have their own happiness. In life, everyone has laughter and tears; in life, everyone has happiness and sorrow, which is the real appearance of the world on earth.
*When love shines through the cold heart like bright sunshine, we will find that the love itself is a wave of vibrating strings, a kind of flower fragrance diffusion, lasting, warm, and extend themselves and others. From one hand to another, from one person to another. This is from the giver of the soul of the warmth wafted out, it awakened the spiritual world of a line of tired footprints, a cold heart, and then, the loved one will be in their own heart like a match with a warmth, to shine another heart, even though it is not a match, but a warmth. The love will then be able to shine a warmth on the other heart like a match in its own heart, even though it is sometimes so weak.
*You if just a drop of water, but you refracted the sun's colorful light, so that the strings see the world's most beautiful colors. How important you are to the children.
No matter how small and humble you are. You are equally capable of writing the fairy tale of life and creating the miracle of life in the world that belongs to you. Perhaps. It is because of you, the world has added a color, you have to be brave when you say: "I am important, I am a landscape."
*Smile. To sing the song of life. Tears, to flow for the sorrow of others; kindness, to send for the kind heart; sympathy, to give the poor poor; care, to warm the widowers and widows of the desolate.
*Death, sickness, injury, injustice ...... these have been around for a long time. And, the drama in their name is being played out in the world all the time. Some sad or indignant stories, which also used to make us weep with sorrow, are soon thrown away; some ugly phenomena. Some ugly phenomenon. We were once filled with righteous indignation, but soon gave way to something else exciting. All these things are only because they happen to others, far away from "my world"; our feelings are then cooled in the air, solidified, and fall! It solidified and fell! &
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3No matter how lowly your life may be, face it and live it, don't hide from it, and don't curse it with bad words. curse it. It is not as bad as you are. You are richest when you look the poorest instead. The man who loves to find faults is the man who finds faults even in heaven. You must love your life in spite of its poverty. Even in a poorhouse you have moments of pleasure, of joy, of honor. The setting sun reflected as brightly on the windows of the poorhouse as it did on the windows of the rich; and at the door of the house the snow melted as it did in the early spring. I saw only that a subdued man lived as contentedly and with pleasant thoughts wherever he was as in a palace. The poor in towns, I see, on the contrary, often lead the most independent and unruly lives. Perhaps they deserve it because they are great. Most people think that they are above it all, and do not depend on the towns to support them; but in fact they often make use of improper means to cope with life, and they are not above it all, rather than undignified. Treat poverty like a flower in the garden and cultivate it like a saint! Do not trouble yourself by looking for new fashions, either new friends or new clothes. Look for the old and go back there. All things remain the same, it is we who change. Your clothes can be sold, but keep your mind.
Sick bed ravings
Author: Bing Xin (modern famous female writer, children's literature writer)
Word count: 432
Suddenly woke up with a start, the window is still sinking into darkness, and there is only a high street lamp, which is bursting into a myriad of blinding rays in the distance!
My soaring mind, and fell into the shell of pain.
I suddenly remembered a few words of Laozi: I have a big problem, and I have a body; and I do not have a body, what is my problem.
At this point I felt the pain that the body gives to human beings. And human beings also have spiritual pain: big as the national sorrow and family difficulties, life and death ...... small as the sad spring and autumn ......
Everything within the universe, are ruthless: the sun and moon through the sky, rivers and rivers travel on the ground, spring and autumn, flowers blossom and fall, are to follow the laws of nature. It is only in the world with man, the spirit of all things, that man will take his own feelings and give them to the unfeeling creatures! There are thousands and thousands of sentences like "Tears in the flowers at the time of feeling, birds in the heart at the time of hating parting" in ancient and modern times and at home and abroad. In short, just because there are thinking, emotional people, there will be sadness and happiness, there will be "war and peace", there will be "love and death is the eternal theme".
I envy those planets without humans!
I came to my senses.
I woke up from a high fever, and opened my eyes to see the relieved and joyful faces of my loved ones watching over me by my bedside. Turning my head sideways I saw many vases of flowers on the table beside the bed: roses, chrysanthemums, cyclamen, calla lilies ...... beside them were piled up many letters of condolence ...... I fell back into the world of love and flowers - -It is better to have humans in this world!
February drifting snow, zero fall into friends.
No one can frankly face this silent but sensational bawling, white sullen and hunting cold wind is the grand sacrifice of the long days, gardenia wine gaunt, raise a glass and ask who with me drunk ...
Rainy night banana Li Li fall, turned into iterative swings of the empty pavilion of the downcast. The white practice of laying a seat on a clean table, resting on the lonely millennium of the burnt ends, the millennium is not worthy of its whispering moments. Waiting, glimpsed the withering and glory alternation. The wind and the moon remain the same, the earth does not see the dance sleeves of Guanghan, bright and clear memories, who saw the candle flame flickering in the hidden smile ... ... Bamboo forest wind over the Qinghua wavering, can not withstand the silence of the spirit of the spirit of the spirit of the spirit of the spirit of the spirit of the spirit of the spirit of the spirit of the spirit of the spirit of the spirit of the spirit of the spirit of the spirit. Walking alone, I can't stop cutting the strings, the night is shadowless, the most difficult to level. Sleeplessness, listen to the heaven and earth hush, throw away the prosperity of countless, dew refracted color, is a night of dream condensation, inadvertently fell in the end of the world, finally broken into a warm kiss, and then, death.
All the dots and dashes in front of the steps, knocked down the fame and fortune; sporadic is hurt, the knower is few and far between, a few minutes of freedom and a few minutes of boredom.
Life injuries are unavoidable, failure and fall is not terrible, terrible is therefore a stumble, lost the pursuit of life and lofty ideals. No one's way forward is smooth and steady, even if the river shuttle sailing boat is inevitably bumpy, life is encountered in the rough and tumble of the tribulation is not occasionally given to the difficulty, but inevitably endured by the trials and tribulations.
Everyone's heart, have stayed in those who are worth remembering, maybe still, maybe long gone, lost in the sea, so that nostalgia will have to be bleak, because the vague memory of what remains of an "empty shell", there is nothing, even their own hearts can not be loaded, the time to wipe out everything, but also the tears of the day blocked, because of the fuzzy memories. 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 ones!
Sultry days, the cicadas can not resist the loneliness of non-stop in the chirping, I was alone, silent beside the body without a sound, want to listen to rock and roll crazily, listen to hysterical songs, that only for the escape of no one in the world of the intense loneliness of the breath. A person is cold, two people is wonderful, so the inexplicable impulse to make me miss the old friends, nostalgic for the past days, although not enough reality of the reverie can not be recovered once everything, but hope that the thoughts can be flown in the world after closing their eyes, printed with a smile, printed with the dance of the body, dancing ......
< p> There are two in our life can not choose, one is the parents, one is the social environment. Some people complain about their own life environment is not good, born at the wrong time, this is their own stupid performance, but also the wrong attitude towards life. Our parents gave us life and raised us to adulthood, this is the merit of our parents, we only have the duty to return the favor, there is no reason for resentment. We came to this world, living in this social environment, we must be based on this society, to be fully committed to society, to realize their own value, for the community, for the service of mankind. The living environment is created by our own hands, brick by brick, pouring our heart and sweat of labor. Successful people because of his knowledge and understanding of the world than the losers thorough, mastered the rules of the development of things, go with the flow, natural, accomplished their own business, completed the ideal blueprint for implementation. Failure, because of missed opportunities, the wrong judgment of the state of affairs, brewing the end of the matter against their wishes. Ideal blueprint is the soul's prayer and trust, but must be in line with the objective reality, can be described as a hammer to beat the millstone, real, not a little bit of false content. Doing is also the same, pragmatic, truth-seeking, down-to-earth to do things, and ultimately to step into the hall of success. Otherwise, the success is not destined to rub shoulders and cause lifelong regrets.The knowledge of the world is acquired through learning, innate genes have, is also part of it, but the acquired diligence to learn plays a decisive role. Learning, and then learning, is an important factor in shaping a perfect life, but also one of the main indispensable elements of the achievement of life. Thoreau, the famous ancient Athenian statesman, had the thesis that one should live and learn. It is indeed true that man accomplishes his ideals and life in pursuit. It is difficult for people without great ideals to accomplish great things. People who have achieved greatness are always pursuing, exploring, learning, and climbing to the peak of life, so as to realize the value of their lives and draw a successful conclusion for themselves. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
No one can frankly face this silent but sensational bawling, white kill and hunting cold wind is the grand sacrifice of the long sky, gardenia wine gaunt, raise a glass and ask who with me drunk ...
Rainy night banana Li Li fall, into iterative empty pavilion of the downcast. The white practice of laying a seat on a clean table, resting on the lonely millennium of the burnt ends, the millennium is not worthy of its whispering moments. Waiting, glimpsed the withering and glory alternation. The wind and the moon remain the same, the earth does not see the dance sleeves of Guanghan, bright and clear memories, who saw the candle flame flickering in the hidden smile ... ... Bamboo forest wind over the Qinghua wavering, can not withstand the silence of the spirit of the spirit of the spirit of the spirit of the spirit of the spirit of the spirit of the spirit of the spirit of the spirit of the spirit of the spirit of the spirit of the spirit of the spirit. Walking alone, I can't stop cutting the strings, the night is shadowless, the most difficult to level. Sleeplessness, listen to the heaven and earth hush, throw away the prosperity of countless, dew refracted color, is a night of dream condensation, inadvertently fell in the end of the world, finally broken into a warm kiss, and then, death.
All the dots and dashes in front of the steps, knocked down the fame and fortune; sporadic is hurt, the knower is few and far between, a few minutes of freedom and a few minutes of boredom.
Life injuries are unavoidable, failure and fall is not terrible, terrible is therefore a stumble, lost the pursuit of life and lofty ideals. No one's way forward is smooth and steady, even if the river shuttle sailing boat is inevitably bumpy, life is encountered in the rough and tumble of the tribulation is not occasionally given to the difficulty, but inevitably endured by the trials and tribulations.
Everyone's heart, have stayed in those who are worth remembering, perhaps still, perhaps long gone, lost in the sea, so that nostalgia will have to be bleak, because the vague memory of what remains of an "empty shell", there is nothing, even their own hearts can not be loaded, the time to wipe out everything, but also the tears of the day blocked, because of the fuzzy memory. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and then you'll be able to get a new one, and then you'll be able to get a new one!
Sultry days, the cicadas can not resist the loneliness of non-stop in the chirping, I was alone, silent beside the body without a sound, want to listen to rock music madly, listen to hysterical songs, that only for the escape of no one in the world of the intense loneliness of the breath. A person is cold, two people is wonderful, so the inexplicable impulse to make me miss the old friends, nostalgic for the past days, although not enough reality of the reverie can not be recovered once all, but hope that the thoughts can be flown in the world after closing their eyes, printed with a smile, printed with the dancing posture, dancing ......
< p> The most cherished is today, because the most easy to pass is today, grasp today is to grasp the hope, minutes and seconds are just moments, and the minutes and seconds of the ride is called a day, the passage of time is often inadvertently, life is a few times, the youth is more precious, for our age of young people, the youth is less than twenty years, in the study of life we must rely on their own strength, and the youth is more precious, and the youth is more precious, and the youth is more precious. Driving their own boat to the other side of the shore of hope.