Life is in the play, one step to the end of the world, whether it is love or dreams, it is just a passing scene, and the indescribable state of the world is cold. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info there is a kind of love, thin and tasteless, there is a kind of dream, unintentional, back and forth, just the love of the eyes, the kite of the attachment, the fate is scattered, the dream is broken. The drift of the wind, the freedom of the clouds, a period of hatred, and a given without a cause, is a blessing or a curse, just a youth that can't win a bet. If you see too much, you will look down, get used to it, give up, slowly, learn to forget, learn to be intoxicated, only that elegant vision, still echoing in the heart.

There is a kind of music that hurts a heart, and there is a kind of person who portrays a kind of landscape, and time flies and locks away the youth of life. I don't know when, I looked down on the love of the flower moon, and I realized that the outside world is very exciting, and there is helplessness. Ups and downs, after a person tastes it, he understands that the world is so perfunctory, giving you what you don't have, and locking away what you have. A flower in front of people, a stick of incense behind people, feng shui building, still no dream, writing lonely, drifting, calm thoughts, still so withered, helpless.

Life is vivid, flowers bloom and fall, just a period of life, just a song and rhyme. The love light is on, the dream is awake, life is wonderful, life is helpless, sadness is coming, is the smile still far away? . Life is impermanent, a song is fragrant, a farewell is slim, the flower is drunk, the parting continues, a past, a song of red dust, greed hurts the heart, intoxication forgets dreams. When I opened the mirror, I realized that I was not as good as others said, and when I closed my eyes, everything had nothing to do with me.

Is it yours or someone else's, when a person dies, there is nothing left, and when a person lives, there are some things that he can't get in his life and can't see. The torn heart, the indescribable feelings, the wounds of hesitation, the illusion of regret, are dreams, picturesque, covenants, never to be seen again. I am lucky, I lose my life, how cold, I can't paint the past, how many dreams, it is difficult to describe the vicissitudes of my heart.

Shabby as bitter, one is not good, the other is not glorious, there is no future, no fame and fortune, no glory. There is no depth in looking at people, there is no confession in listening, people will not say that people are good in front of people, and they will damage the feng shui of others after people. There is a kind of listening, which is called helplessness, there is a rule, which is called tears, and there is a dream, which is called ruthlessness. People with a heart lose too much and have two tears when they weigh it, and people who have no heart get too little, complain too much, and answer with a sad mouth full of anger and anger.

There is a kind of black hand in my heart, ready to move, there is an article in my mind, watch out every step, fire prevention, theft prevention and girlfriends. Greed makes people look at people as trouble, it can't drive out the laziness in the heart, ignorance makes people feel that they owe it, and they can't drive away the haze in their hearts. What is poverty, no conscience, still hurts people, no sincerity, and hurts people. What is poverty, ruthlessly abandoning struggle, hurting people and hurting talents, abandoning true feelings without a reason, and fighting for others. What is poverty, I don't understand what others mean, I don't understand my own confession, you know.

You know, it's just a moment in the sea, you can't tell the changes in the world, you know, just look back and smile, looking down on the world is cold. One meaning, can't grasp the wisdom of other people's thinking, another meaning, can't control the sunshine of life, one meaning, can't swing the rainy season and sunny days of survival. People fall asleep in poverty at dusk and wake up in the riches of dawn, and they may not be sincerely grateful.

The poor can't raise a pair of discerning eyes on their own, and the poor can't read the soul and build the soul. Money can't buy sincerity, you can see through people's hearts, people can seize experience, and give up connections. The ignorant dedication is only the zero point of life, and the indifferent blindness is just the zero point of the soul. Open the door to poverty, be a man first, and then live in the world, open the door to poverty, establish yourself, and create others.

Starting from zero and ending at dusk, less than one hundredth of what you see and less than one thousandth of what you read. Money can't measure dignity and wisdom, people can't measure the future and the present, if you can't grasp it, you are poor, and if you don't understand it, you are poor. The poor do what the rich can't see, and the rich do what the poor can't understand, one is poor-hearted, the other is miserable, and when they are caught off guard, there are people who weigh their interests, and some people forget their motivation.

There is an ordinary, quiet and natural, the arrogance of writing life, flowers are separated, people help each other, ups and downs, it is a dream, it is a kind of indifferent, quiet coffee, the youth of dawn, the writing of flowers and birds, the spring breeze night, the autumn evening, how many dreams in the world, a complaint, a gust of breeze, the right person, the wrong love, see through, only to know that the dream is awake, the waste of parting, still aftertaste, lifelike, quiet into a dream, whose night boiled the breeze, whose day watched the end of the play.

The nature of rejection, the doubling of the year, the years of elegance, the small seal of the article is written quietly, ordinary, the search for the past, the years of clarification, the wordless greedy snowflakes drunk the beginning of tranquility, once the wind and snow understand, now the heart is hazy, strange past, today's world is so big, the scenery is beautiful, life is natural, who has netted the inner loneliness, who wrote the coffee of the past, brewed a cup of happiness in life, sang a song of life nature, only to know, spring blossoms, facing the sea.

I have a big house, wisdom is the dream, the heart is the door, I don't hide from the wind, I am not afraid of the cold, I walk in the warmth of the heart, the love that interweaves the margins, the listening of the writing is clear, and it is still exquisite and charming. used to be bitter, unable to think of an inner reason, saying that he was quiet and helpless, and there was a ruthless love letter. The vicissitudes of the sea of clouds, who understands the last dream, I want the last flowers to bloom, but the world you don't understand, love is a vain, people are a respect, hazy flowers bloom, just edify the last blessing.

This is an expired love letter, life hides from the cold wind to roar and be lonely, the happiness in the heart is too far, the cold sour fate is too close, thinking about the sea, thinking about the rain and dew of the kite, in the tears of the world, the moon is crying secretly, the heart is sad and laughing, I don't understand, I can't understand, I know the last love, the last willing, it's just a vow that can't be picked up, a sentence that I can't understand, this damn love, I don't know how to be gentle, I don't know how to indulge, what no regrets, it's just a parting hook, hooked away the ruthless love letter.

The gloomy heart, flowing with grief and indignation, the vast sea of people, ten years of life and death, a song of desolation, a period of hesitation, the worries written, the words you see, you are a sunny day, you are the eyes of longing, how wild the wind is, how far away the dream, do you remember my name in heaven, I am in my heart, writing the willingness and commitment to survive. The heart, hurt, the dream, went far, the direction missed the former street, only to know that you are the most beautiful in my life. The last kiss goodbye of life, no warmth, less carelessness, more loneliness now, no happiness, no clarity, no confusion.

Don't cry, even if you are poor, you have to look up and tell yourself that there is hope if you work hard. Life is impermanent, tears can't solve the problem, even if you are pitiful, you have to let go of your anger, keep time, respect your life, and feed your heart. People who are willing to cry have no good end and are worried about the future, and those who are willing to laugh know that suffering is only temporary. People have suffering, hide, not everyone understands themselves, people have difficulties, don't say it, not everyone is willing to understand themselves.

Don't complain, don't hurt yourself, people are far away, and their hearts are broken, but they still have their own time. No one wants to approach a resentful person, no one wants to listen to a complaining world. The wind gives refreshment, the rain gives hope, and people give you experience and let you know that you are considerate, not to make yourself angry. Reading people, like a lamp, seeing things, like a dream, angry, few friends, complaining, and shallow. If you are angry because someone else is talking, there is no need to walk into the crowd again.

Don't be angry, even if others give you bruises, you still have to tell yourself that these starting points will bring your success closer. It's okay to be poor, as long as you have peace of mind, others are willing to say what they want. It's okay to be poor, as long as you don't steal or rob, others can lose as much as they want. Anger hurts popularity, too upright is easy to suffer, too simple and easy to be deceived. People guard against anger, that's because they hate, and people guard against complaining, that's because they're disgusting. Keep out what you can't hear, and hide from thoughts you don't want to see.

Don't wait, good people will leave in an instant, nobles will dodge, people in the crowd, there are those you want to approach, there are people who want to avoid you. Those who can't guess clearly, guard against things, don't see clearly, pay attention, and if you can't read, keep a point. People are sophisticated, not how much you give to others, others will give you. Don't wait for dusk, can't wait, can't chase, can't hurt, can't come back. Don't be nostalgic, everything will pass, everything will leave, including yourself.

It's hard to be a man, you regret when you say it's wrong, and you worry about it when you do it's wrong. When you speak, you are afraid that people will find trouble, and you are afraid that people will delay you. suffers, is always complained about by others, is honest, and is always disliked by others. Can't express, always excluded by the crowd, can't communicate, always lacks friends. People are greedy, others hide from themselves, people are helpless, others are worried about themselves. It's hard to be a man, it's easy to suffer losses, and it's just heard about happiness. It's hard to be a man, bad luck comes quickly, trouble comes early, and troubles always knock on the door.

It is more difficult for smart people, for fear that others will avoid them, for fear that they will miss out on noble people. Experiencing wind and rain, just let others smile slightly, ten years of cold windows, in exchange for a compliment, life is bitter, with blood and sweat, in exchange for a sentence of others said smart, I dare not say it, I am afraid that others will be difficult to answer for myself. If you see through and don't speak, you won't be smart, and if you don't understand it, your wit will be gone. It is more difficult for smart people to update during the day, read their minds, flip through the sea of people, and take root step by step, and they may not know what the future will look like.

It is difficult to be poor, it is difficult to be poor without money, it is easy to be perfunctory by others, it is even more difficult to have no friends, and it is easy to be deceived by experience. The language of the rich, the efforts of the poor, an invisible end, an inconspicuous beginning, must be sincere, no conscience, no virtue. When people are miserable, everyone is afraid of themselves, and when people are poor, they are afraid of doing anything. With a shabby heart, it is easy to see the cold eyes of others, and the helpless behavior is easy to make others avoid themselves. If the poor work hard, they may not succeed, and if the rich do not work hard, they will know the end of others.

What is smart, discerning, honest and virtuous. There is a little failure, it is all confusion, there is a little misunderstanding, it is all incompetence, there is a little distance, it is all a hook. A virtuous person knows that silence is golden, a broad person, a person who knows that it is rare to be confused, and a person who is easy to be confused, knows that feng shui takes turns. It's hard to be smart, it's easy to be stupid, people have smart time, they may not do smart things, people have stupid behavior, they may not gain smart skills. People who aspire, who want to be smart, people who see through, want to forget to be smart.

It's hard to be a man, it's even harder to be poor, it's hard-won to be smart, it's harder to be smart. It is difficult to be a man, it is a lack of faith, conscience, sincere expression, and it is difficult to be smart, that is because it is difficult to endure hardships and tiredness, it is easier to suffer losses, and it is easier to suffer losses in exchange for being smart, and experience in exchange for being a man. It is difficult to be a man because there is no clever vision to gain, and it is hard to be a man because there is no extraordinary mental arithmetic to figure out people's hearts. It is even more difficult to be smart because you don't have the courage, you don't dare to break through, and you are afraid of losing, so you will lose time and give up the season of harvesting experience.

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