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The world is so big, and it's really hard to find a place where you can really like to stay.

Everything is difficult before it becomes easy.

When you are tired, think about your family, those pairs of expectant eyes are enough to make you energetic, when you are wronged, think about your family, if your shoulders are not enough to be their support, then take the grievance as a stepping stone, step on it step by step towards success.

If you can't read a book, you don't need to pretend to be vulgar and elegant, you can put it on the shelf. One day, you will suddenly remember this book, take it off the shelf, and feel that every word is so beautiful. I guess that's the fate of people and books. It's not the same from person to person, before that time, no matter how much you love me, I can't love you. It's not that you're bad, it's that I'm not ready.

Many times, they think they can understand the world, but they are just self-righteous.

Between your lips and teeth is your name, and between your eyebrows is your shadow, putting you in the love song of the whole world.

While we are all young, take a few more steps, enjoy the scenery along the way, don't rush to the destination and miss the warm people and things in the passing year; while we are still young, say more romantic words, do more childish things, don't miss the best moments and occasions in life with jokes; while we are still young, shorten the distance and extend the time. While we're all young, do whatever we want.

You have to lose something to gain something. There is no absolute fairness in this world, only relative compensation.

Later, I realized that instead of worrying about the future, it is better to work hard now. On this road, only struggle can give you a sense of security.

If someone asks me why I love you, I think I can only say something like, "Because it's you, because it's me." ”

The passing time shines on the vicissitudes of life. It's too late to forget, too late to count. The eyebrows are so short, and the thoughts are so long.

I don't think any of us can go back to the way we were, and we'll all go on with our lives after we leave each other. And in it, probably, no one will appear again. But this does not mean forgetting, maybe we will put each other in our hearts and keep the imprint of our former youth.

Our worries are nothing more than not being able to let go of the beauty of the past, being too attached to a person who has gone away, a withered love, and a dusty thing.

If you continue to be kind, you will always be close to happiness.

The two looked at each other, and in the end they just forgot about each other. No more to see each other, no more to fall in love, no more to connect. Goodbye, really never again. If you can't love deeply, please forget it. Whose age is in whose story is aging, like an unspeakable picture.

You ask me if I'm doing well, and I say I'm fine. What's good is that I drive by the boundless wasteland alone, I stand by the unfathomable sea with my eyes closed, I cope with the little calculations in life, I resist the occasional ill-intentions of fate, and I want to call you at those times, I'm afraid. But in the end I held back, I can't rely on you anymore. I'm fine, and although I still miss you, I still learn to let you go.

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