2. The road is trodden, and history is written by people. Every move of man is writing his own history. -Ji Hongchang
3. I hope I don't feel guilty about life every time I look back-Guo Xiaochuan
4. The value of life is not measured by time, but by depth. -lev tolstoy
5. The value of a person should be judged by what he has contributed, not by what he has achieved. -Einstein
6. Life is really like this cup of strong wine. It won't be so delicious without repeated refining! -Guo Xiaochuan
7. The dark night is a prelude to the day. -Guo Xiaochuan
8. Winter has arrived, can spring be far behind? -Shelley
9. Believe in yourself first, and then others will believe in you. -turgenev
1. forget the past like smoke, and the bottom of my heart is selfless. -Tao Zhu
flows to the north and south of the motherland, holding saussurea involucrata in the Tianshan Mountains, picking red beans in the Nanshan Mountains and sending them to lovers. As a pledge of pure love, he picks pieces of shy red maple and presents chrysanthemums in Ao Shuang, wishing winter warmth and happiness, happiness and sweetness, all the wishes come true, bathing in brilliant sunshine, and wishing his career prosperity and prosperity. Holding hands, we can see that when the flowers meet the sunshine, there are thousands of flowers, and there are different kinds of red flowers. When the tender flowers are air-dried, the plain heart will be quiet and boundless, and the romantic moon will be soaked in frost, and the red makeup will bloom alone, leaving traces of fragrance, leaving a proud and gratifying mood.
Autumn is deep, and the red makeup has been removed from the withered flowers. The autumn water is silent, lonely and thin, and a pool of broken shadows is stained with ink. The strings are cool, and yesterday's stunning city is placed in silence. A wisp of fragrance left behind has precipitated glitz, and the silent seeds are temporarily hidden in the moss under the waves. When the ice and snow melt, they will meet again, and the white lotus will bloom on a pool of clear water. When I look at her in the breeze, the residual capacity is condensed, and she lives for three minutes. With the healing fragrance, the dream of rebirth will quietly erupt. The past and the present are close to a pool of residual lotus dreams, and a few beautiful ink marks will fall, and the eyes will be dry and fragrant, and the heart will be washed away. It will also be proud to accompany Winter Girl to walk in nature.