You are the sea, you are the gentleness itself. But this gentleness is the biggest weakness of life.

"The starry sky is bright, but I don't know how many people look up at the starry sky, full of endless thoughts, how many people have been waiting under the starry sky, but never thought how many can be realized, if I can, I am willing to turn into a starry sky for you and accompany you with the moon."

"It's a painting, and there should be such a painting in this world. You are a train from afar, you should come from the sun, appear in the white mist, I face the sun, raise my hands to cover my eyes. So, I was recoiled to the back of time, just 3 minutes apart. The blood had grown to the tip of the pen, perhaps because the picture that had fallen was too beautiful, and suddenly, he decided not to paint. You didn't see it in the car, I was locked in the tip of the pen. ”

Even if the stars shine brightly, even if the moonlight is bright, the dark night sky will still hit.

"One night I burned all my memories and my dreams were transparent. One morning I threw away all my yesterday, and since then my steps have been light. "Sometimes you really don't have to care too much about the past, you still have to throw away what you should lose, it's not good to be relaxed, forget the past, and tomorrow is a new beginning!

"The encounter between people and people is like lighting a lantern, everyone is a lantern."

"Some people went looking for lanterns with lanterns, some people sat in the dark guarding lanterns that could not be lit, and some lanterns hid."

"He said he was the lantern that was hiding, and it was consumed when it was lit."

I was originally a calm water, and your appearance broke my peace and touched my heart.

"People who are in their hearts will be nostalgic, haunted by dreams, thinking, thinking, and suddenly their eyes are moist, what is the taste of missing? It's really long-sighted, and it's a kind of sadness that turns back and forth. ”

"Laughing without saying a word is a kind of open-mindedness, and pain without saying a word is a kind of cultivation. The past is not in love, the future is not welcome, the present is not worth it, so good. ”

It's raining today, it's raining heavily, and it seems to be only for me who is disappointed. Lift up your head, your smile, and dispel all my dark clouds. From then on, the cherry-colored umbrella and you will melt into my memories and will stay with me until I die. Rain seems to be a kind of haze all the time, and most of the moods are always not so pleasant, but it cannot be lacking in life, just like the frustrations and tribulations in life.

A 1-year-old child is often forgiven for pulling and pee into his pants, while an 80-year-old is blamed, a 1-year-old child is not worried about having no one to feed him, and an 80-year-old is worried about having no one to support him. As the child grows, the old man degenerates. They don't have "dementia", they just return to the state of a child. When they forget the past, how to eat, how to speak, please be patient, this is the cycle of life.

The world was panicked, but a few taels of broken silver, but a few taels of broken silver, bent the backbone of the young man. It's not easy to live, I didn't understand it when I was a child, but now, I have a deep understanding.

"The person who squatted on the corner of the street and smoked, the person who swinged lonely in the park, the person who was drunk and vomited in a nightclub late at night, the person whose eyes suddenly turned red on the bus, the person who cried with a mobile phone on the roadside bench, the person who cried silently after domestic violence next door, the person who hesitated to look down at the railing of a tall building, the person who was lying alone in bed and couldn't sleep, let's have a good night together." What a strong sense of picture, do you feel a trace of empathy?

"There is a path that leads to the depths of the soul. The road is lined with flowers and trees. There seemed to be a mist in front of me, and the lights in the distance could be faintly seen. The freshness of the air strikes the nerves. That is the road to poetry and distance, that is the road to the world of the future. ”

The road is too crowded, life is cold and hot, I hope you can still change your original intention, and your enthusiasm will always remain.