Chapter 263: Come Out (5)

In life, the rarest thing is a good attitude; The most difficult thing to let go of is true feelings; The most memorable is the person who enters the heart; The hardest thing to find is to be understood. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info people's life is entangled with love and hate, accompanied by gains and losses, and wrestling with right and wrong. In life, everyone will have troubles, at work, everyone will have problems, and in life, everyone will have difficulties. If you think simply, have a pure vision, and have a normal mentality, you will have a lot of inexplicable troubles.

Don't embarrass yourself too much, some people are not worth your heart and lungs; There are some things that don't need to be engraved in the memory forever. Don't wait until you can't do anything before you choose to go with the flow; Don't be forced to settle down with what happens because you have nothing to worry about. What you think is happy, seek it; What you think is worthwhile, wait; What you think is happy, cherish it.

A person's life is entangled with love and hate, and accompanied by gains and losses

Some people, if they can't wait, can only leave; Some feelings, if they don't go well, they can only give up; Some pains, lingering, can only be forgotten; Some happiness can only be remembered. Some of the past, about the pain, can only be buried in the bottom of the heart. Learn to endure, learn to smile, swallow tears, swallow pain, the road, you have to walk by yourself, and you have to do things by yourself. Tell yourself that you have to get up when you fall, and you have to be strong. A person's life is neither as good nor as bad as imagined.

There will be sadness behind everyone, and there will be unspeakable difficulties. Everyone will have their own tears to wipe and their own path to follow. Just remember, add a coat to yourself when it's cold; Buy yourself a loaf of bread when you are hungry, and give yourself a strong strength when you are in pain; If you fail, give yourself a goal, fall down and get up in pain, give yourself a tolerant smile and continue to move forward, and be your truest self.

It is not easy to love someone, but it is much simpler to hate a person, love and hate are often only a line of difference, can no longer love and hate, once deeply loved lovers turned into enemies overnight, the end of love is hate, it feels like using hate to persuade themselves to love again, when running a love is so vigorous racking their brains, regardless of one to give everything, thinking that they will use the love of their lives, they will get the same return.

The moment of hatred is so easy and without a lot of effort, which is really confusing.

It's hard to love, and it's hard to convince ourselves to give up a love, and now we have to use hate to continue to bind ourselves, and we have to continue to spend time and energy to hate someone we don't love, which is not cost-effective.

Love someone, when we know that there is no result, we will have the idea of giving up, such as feeling the other party's harm to themselves while paying, and at the same time giving up will also produce "hate" What is hate? Hate is to care about a person's words and deeds, and then tell yourself that it is not called love, and to continue your attachment in another form of care is equivalent to changing the direction to continue to hurt yourself, this time it is your own harm to yourself. n

If you really love someone, then how can you hate him, there is no one right or wrong in love, a slap can't be slapped, isn't it? Hate is just hating yourself, what's the use of hating the other party, hating the other party will only hurt you more, it's better to let yourself think about it, where is your mistake, why did you let the other party hurt? Find out the reason so that you can learn to be obedient in the future, don't always let yourself get hurt, then no one will pity you, no one asks you to give each other the love of your life, but you don't have a good grasp of yourself, no wonder others, many things are like this, you have to experience it yourself to understand, you will understand that the bleeding sadness is not stabbed by others but stabbed by yourself, so no one blames others, only blames yourself for being too persistent and believing in yourself, thinking that you are not wrong about the other party, thinking that this is his own. The wounds of love will only make us see ourselves more clearly, and will make us learn what to do to protect ourselves.

Outside the window, the bleak autumn breeze blows, and a yellow leaf falls gloomily

Under the blood-colored sky, the splendid palace, filled with the air of love and hate, the sword, quietly falling, and after a long silence, there is a crisp crash with marble...... The merciless curtain fell, and the rise and fall of a family was silently ended in the funeral march......

She is beautiful and should not belong here, but unfortunately she is caught up in this bloody massacre of love and hate, and she has only love...... She loves to be thoughtless, believes in his integrity and kindness, believes in his sincerity, even though she doesn't know the secret behind his madness; Even though she heard him say that he no longer loved her, perhaps out of love; Even though she knew who her father had died from......

Even with everything, she still loves him and believes in him; She loves Nangong Yuxi, her father, even if she doesn't know that her father is taking advantage of her feelings by arranging for her to meet the prince on the corridor, even if she ...... She also loves her brother, her mother, her ......

Tears slid down her face, her mother's early death was born in the Warring States period, and all she faced all day long was the cold marble and the death-like lake. The flowers blooming on the high bed, the little rag doll sitting crooked in the corner of the table, the room where she grew up seemed warm, but they were all soulless empty shells......

Maybe God loved her beauty, or maybe it was ...... It was God who could not bear to let the innocent see the final outcome of this bloody massacre, and how cruel it was for her, all this should not have happened to her! Let the flowers, carrying her peacefully, leave silently with the singing voice floating from afar, and return to the happy place that should belong to her...... If, "her hair was braided in two braids and draped over her shoulders," she could see Hamlet's tears at her grave in that happy place, she would surely let the tears slide across her face once, and this time, it was tears of happiness......

And he, as a sword in the hands of Claudias, was played by fate. He was not bad, but perhaps because of the words and deeds of his father, Polonias, he had a natural wariness of the prince. And when he learned something from France and returned home, he saw the ruined family and heard the news of his dead father, and his heart ...... also followed the life and death of his father, and became a dead ash! (To be continued.) )