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Once was once, the past is long gone, be yourself. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoWe can't just love one person in our life, but there is often someone who makes you smile the sweetest, and missing someone is like drinking a glass of cold water, and then one drop after another condenses into tears. Memories often turn over at night when the lights are dim, and the sweet and sour scenery has become the most poignant landscape, and the old beauty cannot be extinguished in metabolism.

You are careful to prevent others from getting involved in what you are doing. The only root cause of this is a lack of trust. Not believing in the abilities of others, blindly pursuing personal fulfillment. If you overcome point 4 above, this point is well solved. Happiness is the road that we strive to walk, the love and touching encountered on the road, the wind and rain, frustration and pain encountered on the road together constitute this road.

Leaves are tired of staying by the side of the tree every day. The wind comes to pursue Ye, promising to take her around the world, and Ye and the wind are gone. After the passion, the wind got tired of it, threw the leaves on the ground, and resolutely left. The leaves are covered by dirt and run over by wheels. At this time, she thought of the tree, and remembered the quiet stay. Ye understood: The world is very big, but even if you go all over the world, there may only be one that belongs to you, and if you miss one, you may miss a lifetime.

Don't point to the sky and say there is no sun because of a cloud, believe that there is always hope. Don't change yourself for the sake of others. Be yourself, and the right person will like the real you. Every girl has her own greatness. You don't need anyone to prove your excellence. Because the greatest wonder of a woman is independence.

Stand in a corner of the world and watch the sun rise and set. All day long, I am sleepy with the memories that are about to decay in the years that are gradually wearing away. It becomes rendered by layers of turbidity. After walking the same street, return to two worlds. Didn't know each other at first, and eventually didn't recognize each other.

The falling flowers are intentional, the flowing water is ruthless: the calendar goes by with time, but I can't turn the page, the page of heartache; I let go of my dignity, let go of my personality, let go of my stubbornness, it's just because I can't let go of you; I close my eyes, I miss you the most; I open my eyes, and I want to see you the most; I am so obsessed that I can't forget it; I love it to the point that it hurts, it hurts to cry, and I choose to give up, maybe giving up is a kind of helpless despair, which makes people feel painful.

There are always some obsessions in people's lives, which have become the concern of a lifetime, whether you are doing well or not, is still my most important thing, déjà vu, and has become a strange distance.