So every night when I go home, I have to tell myself to sleep before waking up.
Healthy lifestyle and habits are the guarantee of a day's quality of life. Love yourself, starting with giving yourself a healthy living habit.
There are many disgusting things in life, and there are many unbalanced hearts, so the mood and mental state will not be too good every day.
Happiness is your own, which is a cliche, but it can never be balanced with real life.
Sitting in the park, watching the old ladies with gray hair still smiling, I envy them inexplicably. I hope my parents can live as carefree as they do, and I think my spine can bear the burden of life.
But the shoulders are still too immature, the nerves are still too sensitive, and there is no concentration and perseverance.
Life never jokes with me, just like I never want to use it to fight with life.
Every time I struggle with life, I feel like tickling it. I was beaten black and blue, disabled my ambition, disabled my hope, disabled my ambition, disabled my confidence, and life was still standing in front of me cynically. Like a disgruntled old woman, she scolds people without any harsh words.
Winter jasmine is very beautiful, although the sky is not blue, I don't want to give them a background. The children's laughter broke the silence of winter, and the afternoon spring in Xian Yi, regardless of age, is still brilliant and charming.
The vastness of the Loess Plateau has gone through the dust of the years and is still indomitable.
The yearning for poetry and distance seems to be the source of painful reality. Life with money and leisure looks like painting cakes, but I can't touch the lifeblood of life all the time. Walking on the edge of life, society, the world and yourself.
I can't even face up to my reality, decorate my life with dribs and drabs of wisdom, paralyze myself with seemingly poetry and distance, my arms are so worn out and my stubbornness is so fragile.
Happiness doesn't want to wave to me, and I seem to have lost the courage to hold my destiny by the throat.
Always thinking about the changes in people's hearts, but I didn't think that peace and prosperity are the yearning of most people. I hope to put the wrong ideas right on this platform and don't want to get deeper and deeper. It seems that I can't extricate myself.
Happiness is my own, I want to pursue my own happiness, I want to change my misery, and I don't want the devil to be alert when he threatens himself.
Life can't just be forgotten. Since I haven't regressed on the road to becoming a doctor, I will move on. Let's leave now.
Good time can't be wasted, short-lived numb joy can get permanent regret and regret. I am eager for the arrival of hope and the nourishment of life.
Cherish the hard-won happiness, but you have to pay great sacrifices.
What am I, fighting fate? What am I, not bowing to fate?
What is fate? Is there any practical significance besides making me wordy?
The meaning of life lies in the pursuit, exploration, excavation, discovery, novelty, and the company of wisdom.
This seems to be the driving force of my life.
Pursue, pursue what? What satisfaction can a perfectionist get from his ideology?
Nothing can be satisfied! This is sadness. Often get is still a moment of joy, this moment of joy can not be collected, can not be maintained, is a moment of throbbing. Gone with the wind, drifting into the distance!
Looking back, life is still just in front of me, squeezing a little happiness. I hope life will live up to my expectations and give back my motivation!
Other things, I'll sleep before I wake up!