1. Maturity is a bright but not dazzling brilliance, a mellow but not greasy voice, a calmness that doesn't need to look at other people's faces and colors, an atmosphere that eventually stops appealing to the surroundings, a smile that ignores the noise, an extreme indifference that washes away, a thickness that doesn't need to be told, and a height that is not steep.
2. The building stands tall because it has strong pillars, and ideals and beliefs are the pillars of the building of life; Ships sail through the waves because there is a compass to point out the direction, and ideals and beliefs are the compass of life ships; The train goes to Wan Li Road because there are rails to guide it, and ideals and beliefs are the rails on the train of life.
3. Perseverance is a levee of thousands of miles. Only by the condensation of one sand and one stone and the accumulation of bit by bit can there be grandeur without seeing the head before and the tail after; Perseverance is that spring silkworms spin silk one by one, and only by persisting one by one can they break out of the cocoon and see the brilliance again; Perseverance is the sail of a long-distance ship. With sails, the ship can reach the other side of success.
4. Perhaps it is the misfortune of fate, which is destined to crush your colorful dreams; Perhaps the ruthlessness of heaven and earth will eventually put down a person's day-to-day efforts, or perhaps many incomprehensible but real obstacles and setbacks have already turned vigorous struggle and indomitable front into sadness and loneliness, so please reflect on yourself in suffering!
Even though youth is a beautiful flower, I understand that a solitary flower is never spring, and spring should be a colorful world. Even if youth is a tree with a mighty land, I understand that unique trees are never tall and straight, and rows of trees are the green Great Wall that blocks the wind and sand. Even though youth is a lonely sail in the sea, I also understand that it is difficult to sail with lonely sails, and the competition in Qian Fan is spectacular.
Excerpts from beautiful sentences 1. Who can assure me that Fosang will never leave until he returns? Who can make me happy, carefree and fearless, I am happy in my dream. Even if the years lock the time of fate, be quiet for me. The sound of the rotation of heaven and earth rang again and disappeared.
Rain is a kind of romance and loneliness. Slightly drunk, I gently uncovered the memory. In the cool wind, I was bathed in the baptism of rain, listening to the whistle of the wind, stepping on the falling autumn rain, and my heart was full of ying ying plain language.
3. Time is like an invisible river, and everyone flows silently; Time is like a brush, which can draw vicissitudes on people's faces. Time is like a breeze, which can help us blow away the gloomy clouds in our hearts.
4, ten years of life and death, the cup in hand, even more embarrassing. The night is better and the thoughts are longer! After spring, summer, autumn and winter, the stars are raining and the moonlight is as usual. Hang your head on the railing and sigh, between heaven and earth, when is the fragrance. Spread out the pen and paper, but write old articles.
In this life, my best wish is to be happy together under the same roof and plant colorful roses in the garden together, so that the flowers in the garden can witness our soft, sweet, happy, romantic, simple, loyal and eternal love.
Excerpt from a beautiful passage: the breeze in June and June blew away the degradation in memory, refreshing and seeping from the fingertips to the bottom of my heart. The stiff body swings with the wind when standing. The leaves are dancing gently, the rustling sound is fascinating, people are moved by the warmth and the rhythm of loud voice. I gently shed my sweat stains, looked for the feelings of teenagers, and sent myself clearly into a vague memory.
2, the wind is a ship from the clouds, full of childhood longing, changing the mind of the water side. So we came to the place where there was water, reflecting the reflection of the wind, but we couldn't catch it, and any trace of melancholy disappeared in the smoke. The wind blows the ripples on the water surface and stretches in the pure sight. Dancing gently and gracefully in the waves, intoxicated and overturned in the humid air.
3, clothes become messy in wanton enjoyment, like a feeling of being out of control. Will clear sadness, floating in the wind, condensed into a piece of white paper, calling for the echo of innocence, leaving heavy creases, turning into a paper plane, flying in the just visit with the wind as the road. The curved arc in the air is a smile, a cry and an unfinished dream. When the paper plane glides round and round, my thoughts also roam in the ever-lasting temperature. When the plane slowly falls, the memory is crushed in the waves, and the desire hidden in the wind is still lingering melancholy.
4, clouds, floating around, dancing with the wind, with my wishes to the blue sky. I am pursuing that white dream, which is light and soft. This is the cradle of charm. I watched and ran until I reached the other side of the mountain. It is still so close and so far away from me, and I am confused and disappointed. I don't know whether I should keep running or wait on the edge of watching. How can the beauty of cotton wool not be envied? How can its ever-changing figure not be fascinating? The sun shines on it, and it covers its face with its body, so its soft lines turn golden again. Turn into a horse, a fish, ups and downs, and waves. Beautiful as a girl and lively as a child. How I want to fly to it and have it. But I don't know how to treat it and have it. It is a sacred petal in my heart. If you hold it in your hand, you are afraid of flying, but if you hold it in your mouth, you are afraid of melting.
I often dream that I become a cloud, colorful and come and go freely. The wind is my companion, and I swim freely in the ocean of the sky. We learn from the pious Kuafu and race against the sun. The wind told me that we left a story about the wandering of the sky and clouds. I told the wind, don't run, Kuafu is waiting for our triumphant figure in heaven. The wind began to be fierce, and my running began to be fierce, forgetting time and space. The sun tanned my skin and I smiled at the wind. It's nothing. This is a healthy color. During the running, I heard the voice of Kuafu shouting and cheering, and I saw the admiring smile of the sun. The wind says that running is a kind of strength, and we forget why we should chase it. I said, sometimes chasing doesn't need a reason, because it is a pious belief.
The above are excerpts from beautiful sentences I compiled for you. I hope you like them.