Yes, the vast space gives people the feeling that time is endless.
I have nothing to say but giggle. It's a good idea to giggle when you have nothing to say.
4. Compared with the sadness when you get something, the sadness when you don't get something is not sadness at all.
Many rooms and doors inside are connected by stairs and corridors, which are as complicated as the world and people's hearts.
6. Mrs. Toast likes to hear her drown people's voices with less love.
7. The female toast will regret looking down on others. Female toast made the mistake that smart people often make: look down on a fool.
8. Don't tell me what will happen tomorrow. It's not dawn yet, but I see I'm worse than before dark.
9. However, proud people are not easy to realize what kind of mistakes they are making, let alone proud women.
10. When Weng Boyi still had his tongue in his mouth, I asked him what history was. He told me that history is the knowledge of knowing today and tomorrow from yesterday.
1 1. Brother Smart fully exposed the stupidity of smart people on this issue. He can see the complexity from simple questions that others will not think of.
12 but people are all the same, silversmiths, toasts and minions just want to do what they want, and dare not ask if there is any hope.
13, I think about this question like this: Sakyamuni was a prophet before, and then he no longer needs to think with his own brain.
14, yes, God told me to see, listen, be in it and be detached. God made me look like a fool for it.
15. Usually, he is careless about everything. That doesn't mean that he doesn't care about anything, but shows his intelligence-he can make everything clear and just right without blowing off dust.
16. At the sight of Tana's face, her beauty hit me like a hot bullet just leaving the gun chamber. From skin to blood vessels, from eyes to atrium, I was hurt by the beauty of this woman. It's easy to turn me back into a real fool, just give me a really beautiful woman.
17, originally, such a question should not be thought by the monk, but he still couldn't help thinking. After thinking about these questions, he doesn't have much hatred for other sects in his heart, but he must also face the hatred of believers of other sects. Finally, he asked, "Why does religion teach us to hate instead of love?"
18, we often say that there is no smell on Han people, and if there is, it is only the smell of water, which means there is still no smell. People from England have a taste, which is similar to that of sheep. It's barbarians, like us, who have this smell and don't hide it. It is civilized people who have this smell and want to suppress it with other smells, such as the British, such as my sister who came back from England.
19, I took a boat full of earthly feelings and sailed leisurely to the other side in a cool breeze. Along the way, accompanied by the bright moon and the stars, it adds a bit of calm mood between mountains, water and green. Those faded landscapes are the fate of dust. At the end of my eyes, the world lingers in my heart, and after several cycles, it floats in my heart for thousands of years.
20. In the afternoon, I walked naked in the noisy and foggy street, and the dirt on my body crawled into my heart, covering up my dying light. I don't know if you left a clue on purpose, but a light appeared in front of my eyes. This is your promise. You never took me away and you never let me go. I've always been bitter about your promise not to forgive me. It should have settled down like fallen leaves, but it was quietly brought to this world, wandering around the world with the wind that once floated between our fingers, and never returning. Now, this is a testimony that we have different paths to return …
2 1, in the book of youth, we are in the same strain. Quilts are the graves of youth. About adolescence, self-knowledge, the simplest life, the most distant dream. All this will gradually be abstracted into some foggy dust, floating in the empty darkness outside the dream, falling day and night, and finally the dust settles. In the depths of our hopes and desires, there is a tacit understanding of youth. Like a seed dreaming quietly in the snow. So you know, I'll come back more quietly. Youth is the warmest bed and the most gorgeous clothes in life.
22, your fault, my fault, a glimpse in confusion, doomed to love on thin ice, drank Meng Po Tang, crossed the Sansheng Stone, crossed the forgotten river, and finally became a walker on the Naihe Bridge. Everything must be decided. I only vaguely remember that I missed you, and my tears left me. I spent my whole life looking for it, just for the dust to settle, but the gentleness of the past messed up the dust road. I spent all my time. I lost my life. I expressed a piece of acacia and touched the fragrance. I learned a volume of Sanskrit Zen, which was my twilight years for you. I floated with you in the world of fireworks. The collapse of tea fragrance, the blue and white with black color, hangs a curtain for you, stepping on a myth that belongs only to us.
23. The ancients grieved for autumn, not only heartbroken. I don't know why, from beginning to end, autumn has always played that bleak and lonely role in people's hearts, and those poems and articles depicting autumn have cast a gray shadow. Maybe it is autumn wind, maybe it is fallen leaves. Some people, lying in front of their own windows, look at the crumbling leaves hanging from the branches and finally lament the shortness of life; Some people, in a foreign land, stand under a tree and watch the fallen leaves dancing with the wind. When the dust settles, they quietly return to the embrace of the earth and sigh that they have been drifting all their lives. They let many scholars write poems and articles about sad autumn, but they also imply a desire for a happy ending.
24. Under the crisscross of time, many things are just lies sown by time, but you and I are willing to stick to our own opinions for an unwritten lie, and even fight black and blue. Graduation may be mixed with the pages written by the past time machine, or it may reveal the sweet soup and wine endowed by the future world. There is a moment when you and I meet, and there is also a moment after graduation when you and I will be like strangers in the fragrance. In fact, life is impermanent and ups and downs, but when it passes, everything has settled. Looking back, the campus path we once walked is still there, the classroom where we once sat and struggled is still there, and my attachment is still there …
25. After Qian Fan's death, looking back now, that sincere love is getting stronger and stronger, and it has been interpreted as a mutual affection by the wind and frost; That simple friendship has gradually become pure in the long years and is defined by time as everlasting; The unpleasant past has drifted away and been washed away by the sun and the moon. People who love each other and know each other, after vicissitudes of life, the dust settles, and fate becomes a beautiful memory, engraved in the rings of life. After the baptism of wind and rain, it has been sublimated in the soul and has become the thought that accompanies you all your life. In the days when the wind is light and the clouds are light, keep quiet in the pure land, be indifferent to the world of mortals and enjoy family happiness. I relaxed my eyebrows and drunk my heart, and practiced in Tianya Road all my life.
26. I may be too willful. I've always been quiet and too much. Until I met you, the dust settled. It's just that I don't think you've ever been nice to me or loved me. When you call me girl, my heart is at a loss. From beginning to end, no one has ever called me that. The gentlest sweet words I have ever heard are first love, a boy who can hurt people. Unfortunately, I don't know how to cherish it. Because I love you so much, I can accommodate you, so I can tolerate all your bad things. I'm not that kind of annoying girl. You can tolerate whether you love me or not. After you leave, I will pray silently, hoping that you will be as happy and safe as ever. I just hope you can still smile after breaking up. I just want to see you happy on the list.
27. You, me and me are somewhat blurred, just like a mirror, but in the end, I believe that fate will be three lives, and I still don't give up ... The bright moon, alone in the west wing, is like a dream, lingering, lingering. How many stories have been settled, or parted ways; Or passing by; Or the future is bright; Or help each other. No matter how the story ends, it is all from past life practice. Tears or smiles are not the final answer, but indifference, peace of mind and a trace of emotion that ignites the mood. Touch the mood, only dare to taste alone, hide in a corner, only look at the present, the past can not be clear. How many sighs and sighs, only sighs, the wind can't stop, the dust can't stop, how can flowers stay, only falling, only helplessness, only floating. The piano is like jade, the moon is like frost, and all the characters are forgotten.
28. During this period of youth, I breathe unclean air, have dreams and fantasies, and have boiling enthusiasm in my bones. Youth. If a person drinks cold water, he will know. Just as not all tears are bitter, not all smiles are sweet. In a certain period of time, I tried to smile warmly, repeatedly, and finally it hurt my mouth. Bitter and bitter, all the memories will be gradually abstracted into some scattered colors under the words tampered with by memories, floating in the empty darkness outside the dream, falling day and night, and finally the dust settles. In the depths of our hopes and desires, there is a tacit understanding of youth. Like a seed dreaming quietly in the snow. Youth is the warmest bed and the most gorgeous clothes in life. Maybe it hurts, maybe it's gloomy. However, everyone loves it.
29. We are burdened with too much pressure and responsibility, and we always feel very tired in reality. Sometimes, whenever we feel tired, we can try to imagine that one day after many years, when we look back on today's fatigue and helplessness again, we can imagine how many storms there have been along the way, and finally the dust settles after glory and gratitude; The meeting of dreams is like this, and the mountains and rivers washed by lead flowers are always silent; The ups and downs of reality always seem like a life of singing and crying. However, if we travel in life, we are at the end of the world, alone, drinking an altar of wine, dreaming of death, and sadness is aching on the farewell coast. Even if the feelings are not over, the strings are still broken, but it is unforgettable, the music is still young, and our hearts will eventually become thrilling after the waves. Here and now, let the tired heart turn into auspicious clouds, and let the existing mood condense with a touch of poetry and start again!