Slow road of life, rain and wind

Life is like a dream, the dream is the spirit of support, is the hope of life, dream in, hope in. Once young and frivolous dream, but also never forget, even if it is a brilliant outdated fireworks, dream wake up time, and the reality of rubbing shoulders is only a raid in the water, flowers in the mirror, twilight look back, the past is like smoke.

? A person at least have a dream, there is a reason to be strong, the heart if there is no place to stay, to where are wandering. In this rampant world, the light of day and then good, light and shadow and then playful, but also reluctant to blindly follow the fickleness. In the river of life, whether it is for a person, a love, a journey or a dream, think a thousand times, as well as to do once, gorgeous wall, better than unnecessary wandering.

Life is but a dream, floating clouds scattered miles empty. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the services you need. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money. Live in the present, cherish have, life mileage, all the way scenery, all the way muddy, to have a mood to see the scenery, adversity does not refuse, the beauty of the collection. Carry an elegant, pull a bunch of bright, ferry all the way from the calm. Look at life with a happy heart, the more you look at the more relaxed. With a smile to face the setbacks. If there is a will, there is a way; if there is a pain, the sky is the limit.

Life is like rain, sometimes drizzle, sometimes wind and rain, thunder and lightning. Only through the storm will appear in front of the eyes, picturesque life; as long as there is a kind and grateful heart, it will become colorful. Time flies, a year rushed by, review the way through the wind and rain, sweet and sour, bitter and spicy, savor, sour in the astringent, bitter and sweet, the five flavors entwined, the achievement of the taste of life, the spices of life. Both beautiful flowers, and simple white.

Life is a journey, life is one of the process, over the mountains, or wading in the water by boat, everything depends on yourself. Walking in the path of life, do not have to let themselves carry too much, light listening to the wind, will walk more easily. Some get, not necessarily long; some lost, may not have again. The important thing is to let the heart learn to dance in the sunshine, so that the soul will learn to sing in the pain.

? Life, if with a refined heart to appreciate, will harvest unexpected beauty. Learn to be calm, will look down on honor and disgrace, not to things like, not to their own sadness. Let the ordinary days live a wonderful, learn to release, when the time to clear the dirt of the mind, will make the footsteps light, the heart on the road, never tired. Learning to take it easy, you will watch the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, and watch the clouds roll in the sky.

I am also just a countryside stamen petals, looking for a trace of ease and tranquility, thin bloom. The shallowness of the flow of years, treasuring the injuries left behind by the years, along with the back of life, three feet, two feet, all the way hobbling, all the way lingering ....... The clock has a thousand feelings, dark fragrance floating. Long life road, wind and rain over.