Whose eyes have stayed in whose heart? Who has ever played with whom will never forget? There is a kind of regret called once loved. There is a kind of forgetting called the dusty past, with a fragrant memory, a cherish, even if there are countless stations in life, once stopped, but also warmed the footsteps forward, looking back, it is also the most gorgeous scenery in life.

Hold a wisp of the light smile of the years, use a plain heart brush, lightly describe the past, let the brightness of the heart, spread at the corner of time, happy in every encounter, relieved in every parting, not to say sentimental, not sad and joyful, if you can smile and recall after many years, it is the most beautiful ever.

On a winter night, there will always be a little coolness, sitting alone in front of the window, letting your heart flutter with the snowflakes. The road I have walked, looking back in solitude, across a journey of mountains and rivers, is still an indelible scenery in life, just like the meeting between me and you without an agreement, although with the season is getting farther and farther away, but often in the midnight dream back to sing shallowly, swaying the loneliness of this season. Maybe many things are like the sunshine between your fingers, warm and beautiful, but you can never catch them.

A journey of landscapes, a treasure, the alleys of the passing years, and encounters constitute the abundance of life, enchanting the poetry of words, and decorating the lasting and eternal beauty of life. Back to the beginning of the story, how many familiar figures loom in the silhouette of time; How much warm affection, in the passage of time, if you are leaving. The flowers in the palm of the hand, rippling in the heart lake, will always tell those past in the depths of time.

Walking on the road of life, we smile outside the window flowers bloom and fall, the leaves wither and fall, watch the clouds outside the sky, the wind stops and the wind rises, and the beautiful time reflects the clearest shadow in the clouds, which is permanently imprinted in our minds.

Thinking back to the inconspicuous things in my childhood, although the things are small, those memories are so moving, because with these memories can I continue to make progress, continue to pursue and seek, so that I can grow up, and my childhood is always recalled. At that moment, the shots appeared in front of your eyes in an instant.

A wisp of wind will blow the sentimentality of the years; A song will ripple through the heart lake. It's been so cold this winter, and some of the words that I didn't have time to tell you seem to have been frozen in the air for a long time. Perhaps, in everyone's heart, there is such a sad corner hidden; In everyone's heart, there will be a memory that only belongs to them, the sentimentality of a falling flower or the beauty of a flowing cloud, the other side that others can't touch and can't reach, some roads in life, even if you are lonely, you have to go down alone, even if you are lonely, you have to enter the play alone in your own space.

Dreams often change, dreams are the goal pursued in a person's life, only struggle and hard work, that will dream come true, that will become a reality, only memories of everything will make you feel good.

Thinking back to the inconspicuous things in my childhood, although the things are small, those memories are so moving, because with these memories can I continue to make progress, continue to pursue and seek, so that I can grow up, and my childhood is always recalled. At that moment, the shots appeared in front of your eyes in an instant.

The beauty of life lies in the inadvertent harvest of touch. The petals of all the memories, those beautiful times that have waited with me for a period of time, accompanied me to interpret tenderness, and still carry a faint and dark fragrance, spreading on my fingertips. Like the strings of music fluctuating the soul, with the cycle of time, with the joys and sorrows of the world, flowing between the heart. If memories are an old book, there are some plots that can only be fragrant after precipitation.

Dreams often change, dreams are the goal pursued in a person's life, only struggle and hard work, that will dream come true, that will become a reality, only memories of everything will make you feel good.

That good time is called youth.

The road of life is not a straight process, but a spiral path, sometimes forward, sometimes backward, stagnant and then forward! There is no one's path, it is straight, there is no fork. Stop and laugh at the storm; Sit back and enjoy the flowers; Sink down, calm as the sea; Settle down and sit still. The heart is quiet, and the heart is constant.

The biggest mistake people make in their daily lives is to be too polite to strangers and too harsh to close people.

If you can get through the day in peace, it's a blessing. How many people today will not see the sun of tomorrow, how many people will be crippled today, how many people will lose their freedom today, and how many people will be ruined today.

The realm of life, in the final analysis, is the realm of the soul. If you are confused, no matter how far you go, you will not be able to capture the true image of life and appreciate the charming scenery. Only the tranquility of the soul can create the elegance of human nature. This kind of quietness is peace after gain and loss.

I finally realized that I was looking at people too simply, I never thought about what kind of face was under the mask, I always treated the mask as a face, but I forgot that the smiling face was often a tearful face under the mask.

When the heart is calm, you can hear your heart. Perhaps, what you are fanatically pursuing is not what you really want, but only accommodating others or society; Perhaps, what you are struggling with, what you are broken may not be what you really want to love or should love, but just a momentary unwillingness. Sit down, enjoy the flowers blooming, watch the water flow, and when your heart is calm, you will naturally see clearly. Smiling and watching the flowers bloom is a quiet joy; Quietly appreciating the flowers is a casual freedom.

Be simpler and more positive, and there will naturally be fewer worries. Clear the haze in the heart, the heart can be pure to be calm, and the heart can be comfortable. If you want to be simple, you have to pack, and the process of packaging is the process of moving from complex to simple. There are some bags that must be carried with you, such as happiness; Some bags must be sealed forever, such as painful memories. Life is walking, packing, and there are fewer and fewer packages, which anyone can count, but not everyone understands.

Life must learn to be able to take it, to be able to let it go is to survive, and to let it go is to live; It is the ability to take it, and it is wisdom to let it go. Some people can't afford it, so it doesn't matter if they can put it down, and some people can afford it, but they can't put it down. If you can't take it, you'll be mediocre, and if you can't put it down, you'll be exhausted. There are so many things in life that need to be let go. As long as we let go of those unnecessary burdens, then we will move forward calmly on the road of life!

There are always some things, whether you want it or not, it has to happen, and you can only accept it; There is always something, whether you dodge it or not, it is coming, and you can only face it; There are always some people, whether you let go or not, he and she have to leave, and you can only be sad.