Whoever says he has not lied has lied!

Lying, like a sign on the road can be seen everywhere, and somewhere can be built. Its intention is only known to those who lie, and there are also people who see the road signs, deliberate or random, intentional or calculated, good intentions or malicious intentions, and the colors reflected by each lie are different.

Some people lie because they have to, some people lie habitually, and some people can't help but lie, so don't speculate about the purpose behind their lies, which one do you belong to? Or is it the fourth, the fifth?

All of them add up to mine. But the number of times I lie to people is actually very small, because most of the lies are deceiving myself.

You can't help but lie to yourself, once, twice, three times...... I obviously care about what others think of me, but I say to myself: speech and eyes are superfluous, just be happy! It's just that in the end, I'll be sad because of something, find out all the shortcomings I know, and then hide and cry. Knowing that he was already in chaos, he fooled himself that he could continue to accomplish the almost impossible things, and in the end it only became worse and more chaotic. I had given up, but I told myself that I had never started.

The word lie still can't be implemented on oneself, and the degree to which you know yourself is more than that of others! If you want to deceive, you can't deceive, you will only be exposed by yourself.

Liars are not all liars, but nine times out of ten, what liars say is a lie, but none of the bad people have the words "I am a bad person" written on their faces. A good person says that he is a good person, and you won't fully believe it when you hear it! The seeds of lies are scattered in the hearts of all people, and whether the fruit is sweet or poisonous is often tasted most truly by those who water and fertilize it! When I was a child, I often bought a lot of snacks with lunch money, and my mother hurriedly said that I had a good meal every day when I asked, and I don't know when my mother found out, but I remember that I had to go shopping for food at noon every day, as if I had signed in, and I now wonder if the owner of the store who was familiar with my mother complained to my mother that I never patronized his small shop! When I was a child, I lied habitually! Besides, I lied three times and twice for snacks!

Now, I rarely meet with lies, and I have almost forgotten the feeling of blushing and heartbeat! Lying to people is actually very tiring, very tiring, and the horror of that heart hanging in the air will only be relieved by the moment it falls to the ground. I don't want to experience it again, and I won't miss it! However, lies are also an indispensable seasoning in our lives, just like I still can't do it without lying to myself, and I feel like lying is like salt. Our days need salt to spice up, bones to strengthen, tears to salt, and I think so lies lie. Sometimes a lie that is harmless can also ease the atmosphere, doesn't it just add flavor? Sometimes a lie can sustain a relationship, or give a belief, isn't it reinforced? As for the tears being blended, it remains to be understood.

Since you can't be a person who will never lie in your life, then be a person who doesn't lie for harm, the people we can deceive are often the people who trust us, and once this trust is broken, it can't be restored!