1, for a period of time, it will be lush because of an encounter, and the breeze will bypass this place, like an elegant violet, which will emit beautiful and distant tranquility, dust-laden, and gaze at a glance.
2. All living human beings are a big fish in the sea; When they were born, they set out from this coast. Their life is like crossing the sea. Sometimes they meet, sometimes they separate. When they die, they reach the shore and go to different worlds.
3, step on the moon with the wind, learn from acacia into ink, write a pen to fill in half a volume of clear words, miss you thousands of times between flowers, cross the window of time, trace your attachment. A trip to mountains and rivers will be enriched by one person;
Maintaining friendship requires three things: respect him to his face, praise him behind his back and help him when necessary.
5. The more people with stories, the more calm, simple, shallow and thin people, the more impetuous and uneasy.
6. Loving someone is really like getting a serious illness, from body to mind.
7. Anne Baby's Flowers on the Other Side: Our life is to be reborn in the attitude of constantly starting. I can't stop walking on the road for some inner call that only I can feel.
8, fold a period of time, write a touch of nostalgia, run over the world of mortals, bypass the eyebrows without regrets, calm down and meet, in the depths of the soul, warm and fragrant. The past with your heart is the deepest and most affectionate singing in the world of mortals.
9. There is a meeting. Among thousands of people, only one eye is the reunion of eyes; It is the dependence of heart and heart. A flower, a feeling, passes through the corridor of the season and turns into a faint fragrance, enchanting every morning and evening, fragrant as water, and beautiful fingertip years.
10, if life is just an encounter, an encounter with strangers, I only remember the beauty you passed by, and you won't break into my life and become the other side I can't cross.
1 1. If you just like it, why exaggerate it into love? Youth is doomed to ups and downs, tears and sweat, grievances and failures. Day, the rain spilled my thoughts, slowly, it soaked the dust; Lights, who lights up in the distance, and whose loneliness is lengthened by shadows?