Healing copywriting
Hope and sadness are both a ray of light.
One day, we will meet again.
"Have you seen the clouds? Those are the wings of the sky."
In such a hot summer, a hole was burned out of the boy's back by the girl's sadness, and it penetrated right through. To the heart, the winds of countless seasons pass through this passage. There was a firefly flying in the wind, flickering brightly and dimly.
The ears of wheat hold up the setting sun, the wind carries strings of tiny lights, and the leaves turn around, turning up the dusk.
No matter how accustomed you are to waiting, it will still be sad not to be able to wait. That kind of sadness is called disappointment in the book. It wasn't until he grew up that he realized that there was a greater sadness called despair.
Most of the lyricism in this world will be regarded as unnecessary moaning. I can understand what disease you have. Basically, they are close friends.
He heard the wind coming from the forest, caressing every plant like a gentle hand. A little damp. Because the wind carries the sound of the gurgling stream. Then these recede like a tide, and the chirping of early cicadas comes up layer by layer. It was as if he was wrapped in a linen bag that stung his skin, stuffy and dark.
Just like the vast universe. You see the bright starlight and feel intoxicated, but in fact it travels through countless light years. When you look at it, maybe this star has been destroyed for a long time.
This side of the mountain is Liu Shisan’s childhood, and the other side of the mountain is Grandma’s sea. The mountain breeze is gentle, like the waves swaying under the moonlight, gentle and soft, staying behind time. It became a story I heard as a child.
Just waiting, also called hard work? Are you waiting for others to leave, or waiting for yourself to give up?
Sad silence, time will break, let the two rivers go to different places, stubbornness His silence will be broken by himself, and his stubbornness means that he will destroy the embankment, even if the river dries up.
Not everyone is just willing to remain silent, and not everyone is just willing to wait. There will be people who hold explosives in their arms, stick to the high and thick city walls, and be shattered to pieces.
Live for others, but also live for yourself. Hope and sadness are both rays of light. One day, we will meet again.
The butterfly dies on the road, and there are thoughts hidden by the clouds. Some people are unforgettable and will forget them in a few years. Some people stay with you whether you live or die.
Liu Shisan often said that people in small towns are lazy and unable to develop. But she likes it here. Everyone really doesn't look at the future, they only care about the present, one meal and one drink, day and night. In the city, you will be happy when you get the bonus and go to the mall. In a small town, it is a joy to watch gourd flowers bloom on a rainy day. The two kinds of joy may be indistinguishable.
Wang Yingying sat back in the yard. The peach branches were thick with leaves and the wind was blowing loudly, as if they were bringing news from the mountains and forests. She smelled it with satisfaction, and seemed to be able to smell the breath in the wind. It went over the mountains and ridges, through the years, and had the smell of waves lapping on the beach.