Not active, afraid of losing you, too active, afraid of romance. Stretch out your hand for fear of making mistakes, and retract your hand for fear of missing them. More afraid of being interrupted, less afraid of regret.
Life and death are rich, your son becomes happy, hold your hand and grow old with your son.
You have given me an unbearable weight in my life, and I will repay you with my whole life.
The real peace is not to stay away from the noise, but to hedge and plant chrysanthemums in your heart.
Everyone has a past. The past is worthless. Only the present and the future are real.
Everyone's life is a journey, but the road they take is different, the direction they choose is different, the emotions they pay are different, and the stories they happen are different.
Many things in the world are actually just lies sown by time, but we are willing to persist in a lie and even recall our life.
No matter how you hide it, if you want to keep the innocence of youth, years will still leave traces of rings and wind and frost on your face mercilessly.
Nothing is better than childhood, such as grasshoppers in the fields, streams in the mountains and wild horses running. Just like a glass of light water, you can see clearly and drink slippery. There is no childhood with gongs and drums, and there is no unfortunate experience of bitter cold.
Some people say that falling in love with a city is because people you like live in it. In fact, falling in love with a city may be for a vivid scenery in the city, for a childhood memory, and for a familiar old house. Maybe, just for the city. Just like falling in love with someone, sometimes you don't need any reason, no antecedents, nothing to do with romance, just love.
Finally understand that some roads can only be taken by one person. People who invite their peers will spend the rainy season with them, but one day they will be separated at a ferry. On the world of mortals, walking alone, the green radish brushed the skirt, and Qingyun wet the promise. Mountains and water can be forgotten in pairs, and days and months can be irrelevant. At that time, there was only one person's floating world, and one person's small water flowed forever.
It is said that the world is fuzzy, we are often lost in the ocean of smoke, and the fireworks around the dust always make you and I dare not breathe freely. After Qian Fan's death, looking back at that year, that innocent dream had already drifted away, and now the years left only desolation everywhere.
Life is always praying for perfection. I think good tea needs a good pot, good flowers need a good bottle, and beautiful women should be talents. But I don't know, sometimes regret is also a kind of beauty, and it is more enjoyable when you are casual. Too delicate and perfect, but living a thrilling life. Even if you plan to live in the world, don't expect too much and don't ask too many reasons. And when every road is deserted, everyone is a passer-by, and every memory is once.