Tisch
Perfect Life
Struggle, strive, and be loyal to certain ideals-this is worth fighting for in itself.
I have believed, tried and worked hard for my ideal-this struggle has not been in vain!
There is no friendship without freedom. Friendship likes free air and will not be confined in a straight and narrow wall.
There is no friendship without freedom. Friendship needs freedom, not just confined to narrow circles.
To resist a tyrant is to obey God.
We should obey God, and more importantly, we should resist dictators.
Patience and diligence, like faith, can move mountains.
Just like faith, patience and diligence can also open stones.
The method is of great help in preventing troubles in business: it makes tasks easier, avoids confusion, saves a lot of time, and instructs those who depend on business what to do and what to hope.
A good method can not only reduce troubles, it can make things simple, it can eliminate doubts, it can save time, it can teach those who have ideas and tell them how to place their hopes and how to implement them.
Justice is the insurance of our lives and property. Obedience is the extra price we pay for it.
Fairness is the insurance of our wealth and life, while loyalty and obedience are the insurance premium we pay.
If there is any kindness I can show, or any good thing I can do for anyone, let me do it now, and don't stop or ignore it, because I won't go this way again.
If I have the opportunity to express my goodwill and show my goodwill, I will not hesitate to implement it immediately, because I may never have such an opportunity again.
Death can cross the world, just as friends cross the ocean; They still live among each other.
Death is just the shuttle of the world-just like friends crossing the ocean-they still live in another world forever.
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Go for a walk alone
Leave me alone.
I'm not asking myself to slow down.
Or ask me to speed up the pace.
I deviated from the route.
Drift back slowly
Over and over again
Go for a walk alone today.
Peace of mind
Keep wandering around
Didn't tell myself what to look for.
But I saw something.
Didn't tell myself what to listen to.
But I heard something.
I didn't tell myself how I should feel
But I feel it.
I saw it without looking.
I didn't listen, but I heard it.
I felt it without deliberately feeling it.
During the five-mile journey,
I mused,
I was devastated,
I'm cured.
During the five-mile journey
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be grief-stricken
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I've never taken my pulse,
Without my heart rate record,
But I can feel it beating gently.
Sometimes I think I feel
The world still beats.
Didn't measure the pulse
No heart rate was recorded
but I ...
But I obviously felt it.
Heart and the world
Pulsating together.
Tisso
What is getting old?
Is to lose the glory of form,
The luster of the eyes?
Give up her wreath for beauty?
Yes, but that's not all.
Why are you getting old?
Have you lost your proud appearance?
Dim eyes?
Or is the beautiful face stripped of its crown?
Yes, but far from it.
To feel our strength—
Not only our prosperity, but also our strength-recession?
Is to feel every limb
Become rigid, every function is inaccurate,
Every nerve becomes more fragile?
Is to feel your own strength.
Not only is youth gone, but also the decline of strength?
The gradual stiffness of limbs is a deep feeling.
Move slowly
Nervous relaxation?
Yes, this, and more! But no,
Ah, this is not what we dreamed of when we were young!
This is not our life.
As soft as the sunset glow,
The decline of a golden day!
Yes, that's it, and, but no.
Oh, this is not the old age you and I dreamed of when we were young!
Our lives have not become
As mature and soft as the light of the sunset.
Just like the dusk of a day!
This is not to see the world.
From a height, preoccupied with prophetic eyes,
The heart was deeply touched;
Cry, feel the fullness of the past,
Gone forever!
Look at the world.
Eyes that no longer predict ecstatically from a height.
The heart is not easy to be deeply shocked.
Cry, or feel the fullness of the lost years.
Time goes by.
That is to spend a long day.
Never thought we were young.
It's a supplement, confinement
In this hot prison, the moon
Spend a few months with fatigue and pain.
The days are long.
I don't feel young.
It has accumulated and solidified bit by bit in the years.
In the cage now, there are countless suns and moons.
Weakness and pain increase.
That's what I suffer,
And feelings, but half, weakly, our feelings:
Deep in our hidden hearts.
Deteriorating the vague memory of change,
But no feelings, not at all.
It is enduring all this.
Feel everything with an incomplete heart and a fragile heart.
in one's heart of hearts
Those boring memories have slowly rotted away.
No emotion.-not at all.
This is the final stage.
When we were frozen inside, it was quiet.
Our own visions,
Hear the world applaud the hollow ghost.
The blame lies with the living.
Finally came to the last stage of life.
When the heart freezes, only the rest
Your own ghost walks
We heard that the world welcomes death.
He always condemns all people who are born.