"Let life be beautiful like summer flowers" (Let life be beautiful like summer flowers) is a poem written by Rabindranath Tagore and included in "The Birds". The following are inspirational quotes that I have compiled and collected for you. You are welcome to read.
1. It started to rain, and the drops hit the glass, making it lonely and clear.
2. I have suffered, been disappointed, and experienced "death", so I am happy to be in this great world.
3. Constantly burdened with determination and repetition, happiness will eventually find an oasis swaying in the desert
4. Born like a bright summer flower that will never wither or fail. Like a fire, I bear the load of my heartbeat and the burden of my breath. When I die happily, I am like the quiet and beautiful autumn leaves that are not blooming or chaotic. My posture is like smoke, even if it withers, I still retain the pride and mystery of my plump muscles and clear bones. Please see me wearing a hairpin on my head, walking all the way. Blooming along the way, I often miss some, and I am deeply moved by the wind, frost, rain and snow
5. Don’t try to find it, and don’t worry about gains and losses. Understand this and just love. You know, if you love someone, he or she will not die.
6. Her eager face disturbs my dream like rain at night.
7. I fell to heaven just to be king in hell
8. One day we will all die, and the memories without our names will no longer be meaningful. One day we will all forget. , I was saddened by a story that got worse and worse. There comes a time when we all sigh. Smiling and remembering, there was the beauty of stupidity. We may end up becoming people we don't recognize. But only then. Only then can I fearlessly announce to the whole world: I have grown up.
9. So, in the framework of a pure love story that shines with light blue light of romance and joy, we see some of the heaviness and sadness of life, some of life and death, and some of the tears. , guilt, concern and nostalgia. The Xinyi flowers sway in the wind, as if forcing us to express the deviations and weights in our lives.
10. We have been looking forward to this day for too long, and when people look forward to it for too long, joy often turns into inexplicable sadness.
Eleven. The lazy afternoon sun hits my face, making me feel confused.
12. Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, and death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves.
13. Time uses its unique and mean way to make us gradually more tolerant and understand that no matter how we are treated by life, we must still promise ourselves that there will be sunshine tomorrow. I think silence is a sign of growth, and the sign of maturity is how to be silent.
14. Born as the bright summer flowers
15. I believe in myself, born like a bright summer flower, unfailing, as charming as fire.
16. The brown liquid surges in the dark night, lingering until it is fragrant.
Seventeen. I hear echoes, coming from the valley and my heart, harvesting the empty soul with a lonely sickle, repeating determination and happiness, and finally there is an oasis swaying in the desert. I believe that I was born like a bright summer flower, invincible, as charming as fire, able to withstand the burden of heartbeat and the burden of breathing, and never get tired of it.
18. Those nostalgia, passion, and hatred that once had twists and turns. Almost smoothed away by time, just like the indescribable joy and desolation of our lives.
19. I heard echoes from the valley and the heart. Harvesting the empty soul with a lonely scythe, repeating determination, and repeating happiness. There will be an oasis swaying in the desert
20. Since you are born, you are as gorgeous as a summer flower; since you love, you have to give all your emotions.
21. Love is a pool of struggling cyanobacteria, like a gentle wind, passing through my bleeding veins, guarding the faith of the years.
22. The lights in the distance are always brighter, but you have to remember that the sunlight will also cast a shadow when it falls on the petals, not to mention life.
23. In life, people keep leaving or entering, so what I once saw disappears, what I once remembered is forgotten, and what is missing, does it mean that it does not exist? What is remembered is Not that it will ever go away.
Twenty-four. The maple leaves fall and the setting sun is like blood. Who sits on the hill and drinks wine? His lips are bright red but his expression is calm. Childhood is fleeting. Guanyin and the King of Hell are walking by the river. Life and death. On both sides of the River of Forgetfulness, the moon is like frost. Flowers have no clothes, the sky is about to rain, the body is like mud, the cruel youth is retreating, the old people are beginning to get tired of their bodies, seeing ghosts in the rice fields, eating mud and grass, a spring of weddings and funerals, laughter and laughter, life is like a play
Twenty-five ,life. Over and over again. Frivolous and tireless.
Twenty-six, night comes and dawn goes, and the times bloom and fall like flowers. You know how to wait.
Twenty-seven, contending with the pale life, contending with failed struggles, and contending with the lost time, this is the only thing that can be proud of the writing profession.
Twenty-eight, it is said that life is like summer flowers and death is like autumn leaves, but that’s it. Sad, sad, disappointed. So what? Not everything can be repeated, and not everything can be turned back.
Twenty-nine, I believe that I can hear everything, even foresee separation, and meet another self.
Thirty. You expect my love, but you don’t love me. So my life is entangled with you, like a long iron chain, the clattering sound becomes more and more harsh, and the links of the chain become more and more harsh. It's getting harder and harder, and you desperately want to break free. My despair has become the companion of your hatred, clinging to the weakness of your hasty promise, trying to drag you into the pool of tears. You shattered my freedom, and used I built my own cell freely with broken bricks.
Thirty-one, I am this dazzling moment, the flash of flame across the sky
Thirty-two, I When I hear love, I believe that love is like a gust of sad wind passing through my blood-losing veins. The faith that has been stationed in the years. I believe that everything can be heard. I can even meet and be separated. When I meet another self, there are some moments that I cannot grasp. Let me walk around and look around. The passing will not return. Please watch I wear a hairpin on my head and flowers bloom all the way
Thirty-three, Died as the quiet beauty of autumn leaves
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I heard echoes from the valley and my heart
< p> Harvest the empty soul with a lonely sickleConstantly repeat determination and happiness
Eventually there will be an oasis swaying in the desert
I believe in myself
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Born like a dazzling summer flower
Unfailing, as charming as fire
Bearing the burden of heartbeat and the burden of breathing
Never get tired of it
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I hear music, coming from the moonlight and the carcass
Using the extreme bait to capture the ethereal beauty
A life full of intensity , and full of innocence
There are always memories throughout the world
I believe in myself
When I die, I will be like the quiet and beautiful autumn leaves
Neither prosperous nor chaotic, the posture is like smoke
Even withered, it still retains the pride of plump muscles and clear bones
Mysterious and mysterious
3
I heard Love, I believe in love
Love is a pool of struggling cyanobacteria
Like a gust of miserable wind
Passing through my bleeding veins
< p> Faith that has stood for years4
I believe that everything can be heard
Even foresee separation and meet another self
And some The moment cannot be grasped
No matter how much you wander around, what is gone will never come back
Please see the hairpin on my head, it blooms all the way
Frequent omissions Some, deeply moved by the wind, frost, rain and snow
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Prajnaparamita, one after another
Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves
Still care about what you have
Translated by Zheng Zhenduo