Our relationship is like a play, you are a cameo but I am too deep into the play. A person's life is nothing more than falling in love with a girl when he is young and frivolous, boasting about marrying her in Haikou, being crushed by life, reality, materialism, and people's hearts, and finally finding someone casually for the rest of his life. We are as small as dust, we are as big as mountains and seas, but we are just circling in circles around the word "fate".

The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, beginning in warm spring and ending in winter. Say goodbye and never see each other again, and finally spend the spring and autumn alone. The sunrise in the east urges people to wake up, and it is not as good as the sunset to understand my heart. Once met the red face in the sea, the beauty is now buried in Sangtian.

You have to hide your weakness, and the world is raining heavily. All things live by living, and no one carries more for you. I can't decide whether a person will appear, and I can't decide if a person leaves, all I can do is to cherish every unexpected surprise and endure every sudden departure

The world is a mirror, and looking at one more person with your heart is equivalent to wiping the mirror one more time. The heart is not his heart. Be a sensible person first.

There are still a lot of kindness in this world, big and small, parents' advice, friends' greetings, strangers' comfort, etc., etc., so don't be too disappointed in the world, even if you are a little tired, you still have to live when you get up the next day, to love the world, to make friends, to be busy with life, sooner or later, spring will come just like winter will go.

"There are not many truths in this world, and a woman's blush is better than a long dialogue." But later with rouge, I couldn't tell whether it was true or false

Thunder beats the true filial son, the wealth is ruthless, the hemp rope is broken in detail, and the bad luck is looking for the hard-working.

There is a kind of person called expressive phobia, who doesn't want to talk about anything, just thinks that you look at it or he sees it. Such a person is very tolerant, and his self-digestion ability is very strong, so strong that it is sad. Occasionally, I want to be interested in sending an emotional dynamic and I feel that I am simply hypocritical, and I am afraid that others will ask you what's wrong, and then silently delete, delete, and delete again, sometimes I feel that I see through life, and sometimes I also want to be cared for

It's terrible to like someone, especially the person you knew when you were most vulnerable, you like her, she only thinks you are a friend, how enthusiastic she is when you are a friend, how indifferent she is after you confess, this kind of half-life thing or don't do it, delete it before you like it a little

Don't. Don't talk. Don't tease. Don't love. Don't touch it. Don't like it. Don't see. Don't think about it. Don't get used to it. Don't read it. Don't cry. Don't be nostalgic. Don't regret it, don't destroy yourself.

Perhaps, this is the sadness of the legendary goodbye at first sight. In fact, human beings are more fragile and strong than they can imagine. Sometimes, a word that can be vulnerable brings tears to the eye. Sometimes, when I suddenly look back, I realize that I have gritted my teeth and walked a long, long way. If one day you say that you will still love me, I will tell you that in fact I have been waiting for you. If we pass by one day, I'll stop, stare at your distant back, and tell myself that person I once loved. Maybe people can love many times in their lives, the day you left, I decided not to shed tears, facing the wind and holding my eyes without blinking, closing my eyes, thinking that I could forget, but the tears left behind did not deceive myself.

I hate gentle girls. The gentle girl is actually gentle to everyone, but I am still there to be complacent and get carried away, and in the end we break up unhappily, and both parties are hurt.

The work has not yet improved, and I am reluctant to leave home, and the talk of marriage has come to an end, but what I want is still on the way

You are like the clouds in the sky, you can see but you can't touch them, and you go with the wind.

Poor and bored are most affectionate when they are rich and busy, and they are the most casual

Mistakes can be corrected, so what about missing them, will they still be encountered?

The boy does not show his ambitions, and he is born with an eight-foot body

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