How much do you understand in life, how much you lose, whether it's true or not, maturity is experience, every yesterday is the giving of time, every today, is the effort of life, how much growth comes from parents, how much suffering, from childhood.

Every time I look back, how much I lose, how much I understand, every time I give, there is a kind of touch, and every touch is a complete transformation of life.

Believe in yourself, live up to the time, don't miss yesterday, come on, give yourself a chance, give time a belief, the source of growth is experience, the source of maturity is understanding, take a look, gains and losses are just a moment of life, you can't see the scenery of the year.

How many mistakes, lost time, grew up yourself, how many right, became the understanding of life, the coldness of a lifetime, doubting the former youth, a listening, a dream, a person to life, a hard work, lost too much understanding.

Looking back at the road, I don't see the encounter of the year, I don't see the scenery when I come, how many fates, just a flash in the pan, how many dreams, just experiences, so that understanding is more exciting, and the experience is more mature.

Life is natural, desired, noble, understood, understood, truth, paid, every fate has the payment of life, every truth, the fate to be arranged.

Understanding, it is also a kind of forbearance, gain, but also a kind of compassion, letting go, it is a kind of experience, maturity, a kind of moving, looking back, it is a kind of longing, unforgettable time, people who are difficult to read, just a deviation of time.

Inspirational growth, see the prosperity of life, every time you look back, it is because of loss, every time you think of it, you can't meet again, this is fate, but also the true meaning of life.

The story is always like this, I understand that it is always like that, a terrible maturity, let myself go through the wind and rain, helpless life, learn to be at peace with the situation, and see through the hot and cold world.

The most really young, too naïve, too ignorant, every understanding is the loss of life, the experience of bits and pieces, the accumulation of maturity, and the later painting of the ground as a prison, has become a retrospective reflection, can not synchronize the scenery of previous years again.

Experiencing the past, how much crying, thinking of the present, how many grievances, looking back on the people of the year, just passing by with a smile, thinking about it, goodbye is so difficult, life is always like this, grievances are always like that, a lifetime is so difficult, there are always a lot of stories and regrets.

A little fate, a drop of love, difficult for yourself, suffering too much mood, life and death are vast, who is whose experience, who is whose maturity, where has the time gone? .

After several twists and turns, when I grew up, I found that I was getting more and more lonely, life is always like this, one is different and two wide, true and false, good and bad, one is really ruthless, one is helpless, one is a false experience, one is bad and mature, loneliness is always like this, and everyone is happy.

Fate is love, helplessness is understanding, the alms of time are always a cup of waning moon, cold their hearts, hurt their own stories, no matter how good the scenery is, after all, I can only think of the name, the strings cry, and say goodbye silently.

Because of scarcity, so regret, because of encounters, so deeply hidden, unforgettable is people, lost is time, can't let go of love, inseparable is fate, can't erase is the road.

People and people are time differences, life and life, there is a time distance, and later, I learned that experience, maturity, are all suffering and loneliness, sad and desolate words, sad heart, bear helpless indifference, accept the most difficult torment.

Love mood, who is the mood, who is the road, who is who, who is who, in a lifetime, there are always so many people, let yourself change, let yourself grow, let yourself mature, later, there is no later, the end of the story, look back, can not see again.

Dependent origin and extinction, who is whose experience, dependent origin and extinction, who is whose maturity, the later road, know the time, know and understand.