second, maybe you can't have a deep blue sky, but you can be an elegant white cloud; Maybe you can't have the vast sea, but you can be a quiet stream, maybe you can't have the vast grassland, but you can be a persistent oasis. As long as you are full of confidence, you will feel the meaning of life.
third, people are from the end of the world, lonely geese and mountains, and the years covered by wind and sand, the land of dark willows and bright flowers, and the faint sadness, are also so boundless. The visitor is a guest, but the person who goes is hurt. The prosperity is like the west wind, and the beauty and white hair are in a hurry. The pavilion ancient road, the evening breeze and the flute, whose watchfulness, whose melancholy, also stay in the dream with the string broken and the piano disorderly!
fourth, if the moon is like a hook, look at my begonia like jade eyes. Thinking of your romantic life, thinking of your white clothes to lock the autumn. I'm full of flowers and flowers, but I don't see you drinking. I'm dancing in my sleeves, and I'm old, but I don't see you lying in the blue boat under the moon. They all say that acacia is a dirty thing, and they all say that they are sentimental and bald. Now, I am homesick and bald in the mirror, but I no longer remember that you once held porcelain glaze and hit Ma Yulou.
5. After passing through many vicissitudes of life, we have aged our faces in the years of tempering, but we have not lost our own souls. Stepping through an ordinary day, the road ahead is still constantly extending, unloading heavy ideological burdens, throwing away unnecessary emotional burdens and facing your life with a smile. Looking back, the years are traceless; Look ahead, the sun is shining.
six, the vast land is broken with one sword, where is the prosperity? Send a song to you, don't ask the people to get together at the end of the song. The breeze is moist and the tea smoke is light. Relive the old dream, the old friend has gone. You can also drink tea quietly and crush this scene, the prosperous fireworks.
7. The power of faith lies in that even in adversity, it can help you to set sail forward; The charm of faith lies in that it can summon you up the courage to live even if you encounter danger; The greatness of faith lies in that even if you encounter misfortune, you can keep a lofty mind.
8. In the firmament of Wenhai, I brushed the time and saw the loneliness after the prosperity. I still guarded the warm city, and with a touch of reverie, I opened an elegant heart flower and reached the unreachable distance. A light ink engraved with the vicissitudes of life, gently shallow. Silently pray that my sister will always be well, and it will be sunny every day. Although the world is separated by one side, we still have each other's ties. When you read it, it is warmth.
9. Weaving yarn in misty rain, Yao Liu's light flowers shine on the still water, vaguely seen, looking at the women outside the dust in plain clothes, who are not fond of or flattering, who are lonely in Leng Yan, regardless of who is the same as Lian Meng, leaning on the piano and Cui Huan all the way to Yao Song, sending her heart to the cool breeze and bright moon, and walking indifferently through the calm of that flower, listening to the quiet Zen cause in the depths of the world of mortals.
1. The moonlight, the clear fragrance, the flying flowers, the fragrant fragrance, and the quiet dream of sitting quietly enjoy a quiet beauty. Qian Qian's long hair, like green willows, stirs the ripples of a lake in the depths of the world of mortals. The closer and farther it is, the closer Yuyuan is. The years are so quiet and good, and my heart seems so clean and dust-free. The fragrance of falling red is dyed green by the wind, the leisurely green yarn enters the purple pot, and the silver floc ice string holds the rosy clouds, and all kinds of vulgar feelings make idle worries.
11. The sunshine is rising bit by bit, but the wind is not blowing intentionally, which makes the trees move together with the distant mountains in the continuous silence of purple. In a purple landscape, a mirage conjures up a slope of red, orange, yellow, green and blue, which is as colorful as this season. This time, in the scenery of four o'clock, it has already reached the depth of spring in Zimo.
12. The smoke around sends out colorful smiles with the sunlight, and between the colors, it deceives people to turn a blind eye to the thick green. The light yellow, golden yellow and orange yellow of Maubou didn't care whether the non-flowered face aroused the world's attention and smell, so the golden ink turned the pen, painted a wild golden sunset with appropriate depth, and put a Hongqiao on the crown of the tree. This time, where can I see the decline of the red and the decline of the green?
13th, this festival, I only like to be alone by the lake with clear autumn water. When the sunset is parallel to the lake, I can see that the long orange is full of golden light of the lake, such as the sand on the ancient silk road, and my eyes are full of dreams of flying in the desert of Dunhuang. The shore willows in twos and threes are decorated with green leaves at this moment. In that lake, orange is already better than the sunset rain.
14. You are an oasis in the desert, a lamp in the dark, a shade in the hot summer, a beacon light in the fog, a charcoal fire in the severe winter, a stepping stone in the turbulent flow, an invisible air, and an intangible sunshine. Ah, friendship, where are you?
XV. Ideal is a sacred distance. Without ideals, there is no stubborn faith, and without faith, there is no soul. Courage is a sharp knife to open the way. Without courage, there is no open road, and without road, there is no goal. Faith is a compass for progress. Without faith, there is no clear route, and without route, there is no destination.
XVI. Everyone wants to keep youth forever and cannot bear to leave it; Watching youth pass by, endless sadness and regret will arise in my heart; The loss of youth is something that people will always feel sad about; The loss of youth is something that people really feel sad and happy; Even if there is a miracle of youth recovery, no one will be willing to spend a lot of youth.
Seventeen, thinking, the middle view of the pupil, the future is past and unknown; Think, remember people, right and wrong, not confused. Read, the moon in the air, what night is it today, I don't know. Love, dream person, flickering, sleepless. I hate thinking about it for twenty years, and every inch of it hurts. Three hundred years in spring, summer, autumn and winter, treading on thin ice is a ruin.