In addition to the strength of this body and the invincible skill of the world, it can only be said that there are many helplessness in this life, a lonely lamp until dawn, and a long letter with half a long letter. The two cold plums are adorned with stump branches, but the snow is late at the beginning of this year. After drinking all three bottles of green leaf wine, it is difficult to stay after all the flowers. Temporarily stay in the shop to get drunk, and count how long it will be when you will leave the person. Amazing dreams at noon, where can I hear the sound of apes. The six sighs of the floating life are shallow, and they do not envy the immortals in the sky. It was the night of July 7 again, and the moon was shining with new snow. Where to find the heart of the eight wildernesses, the deep affection does not reduce the sigh of Sijun. Kyushu Sauvignon Blanc, the dust of the previous life is here. It's a pity that nine out of ten things are empty, and I'd rather be drunk in the fragrant bush. A hundred years of life is too short, and the moon is full of jade. I don't want to leave a name for eternity, but I hope that this life will be a king. Even though the spring and autumn are chaotic, the book has to be lovesick.

But.

You have to live proudly. You must have the confidence to be invincible and have the courage to face the world. You want to live like a boat with peace and fear.

You have to endure deception, loneliness, betrayal, perfunctory, blows, and shine.

You can have nothing, but you have to have a proud heart and a sex that doesn't bow your head.

Time, all things have, empty, all things have, all things are unavoidable, and then one of the ways is unfathomable, I can also think about the way of thinking, if I think about the way of time, then it will pass, time is short, sigh. I know that I have surpassed the people of this world, but how can I think? I only think, if the day, someone sees me talking wildly, laughing, feeling, thinking, fearing, Buddha, and I can also. Therefore, I write down the things, first pass on myself, write more, but not necessary, do not change a word, leave it to future generations to change, if I have no descendants, then wait for the fate of the people to see the hole, if not, the number of Hengsha River, the end of the dry bones. Thinking of it, I wrote a piece of flying light to remember my thoughts.

So time seemed to be fast and slow, taking away the night.

You must know that everyone's growth is also bloody and painful. No, you're the only one. Only by bearing what you think you can't bear is that you can bear the unknown. The blue smoke produces jade with frost clouds, and the sun and moon draw light on nine glasses. The burning mound stone will be exhausted, and Pu Xiang Qingwu will be lonely. There is no way to dream of wandering the world, and the vicissitudes of life are gradually in the past. Through the ages, he will eventually be a person at this time.

Lu Yan has been familiar with the Book of Changes since he was a child, and once said that there is no good or bad in things, the key depends on how you see it, if you think about the bad side, it will be bad. You think on the bright side, and it's good. This has nothing to do with being optimistic or not, there is a logical relationship between it! So I can: Everything that has happened is a good thing! This is the best point of view that I have given me so far when I read the Book of Changes!

Can we, be real, must be real? Can we, be unreal, must the unreal be unreal? If it can, then, what is the thing that is so far away that I can't see clearly, if it can, that, what can deeply move my heart, if it is really so, then does the place where I can never go exist with me, if it is really like this, will the infinitely beautiful world in my heart never appear, but if not, where does the temperature felt by the fingertips come from, why do I not even leave the slightest memory after waking up from countless dreams, the temperature transmitted by the palm of my hand is getting warmer and warmer, and there is only a trace of touch after waking up from the dream, but why do I always doubt the real boundary, why do I have the feeling of forgetting something very important, the big tree next to me is firm, and he raised his arm to pick a leaf, the veins are clear, and the clouds on the horizon are insignificant, perhaps only the heart can touch them. Other people's stories, you are leaving, I didn't keep it, you didn't look back on your own story, you are leaving, I was nervous like a dog, desperately begging you not to go, telling you that everything would be there, you still haven't looked back, very curious, what kind of man can make you stay, I'm still in the same place, I can't find the exit. Once the frost and snow are white, to stay unintentionally two minds, a thought to go with the heart of the Qing, do not ask the frost and snow to ask the white head, often in the dream, thoughtless, senseless, invisible, this natural state.

Many tragedies are born unwillingly, people are always insatiable, crazy chasing their so-called obsessions, but everyone knows, a mirror, an empty talk. For the sake of an uncertain illusion, he put up his own bargaining chips, and in order to make a comeback, he lost all his money. In the end, some people will look up to the sky and roar, and the crystal in the corners of their eyes will laugh at the foolish dream of the beginning. Going around and around, seeing all the ups and downs in the world, it is better to lie down and watch the clouds roll up. Like drifting in the floating world all day long, whether it is stormy or cloudy, whether it is scorching the day, in the end it is also a cup of turbid wine to drink, unwilling to cross the red dust over me, willing to parasitic to be few, meaningless joys and sorrows, just seek peace in a lifetime, do it with heart, but also a chic. Words, looking at it, I can see my own shadow, but some people I don't know, such as friends who are comrades and like-minded, just have the same state of mind. I was silent for a long time, I didn't share, I wanted to hide my feelings like a secret, afraid of being seen through, at a glance!

It is not necessary that man has an intrinsic nature of disposition, which can be seen from every arrogance, because it is so easy that man is so apt to see this quality as little as ever, that it does exist in man all the time, and it is only why man sometimes enjoys and actively engages in error like a child, because he has to receive this last grace in vain, even when it is dark.

I don't know what love is when I'm young, and I prefer good news. Prefer good news, strong writing and resignation to the dawn. Now it has done its best, and it is powerless and heartless. Weak and unintentional, but he knows how to pick up the lamp and look at the red scarf. A flower blooms, a love for a lifetime. One flower thanks, one injury destroys another. The flowers bloom, whether it is heartbroken or sad, the enemy is just the hurried footsteps of the years. Looking back, the flowers bloom spontaneously, the water flows artesianly, and everything is still the same. The old, only those who look at the flowers, this may be the so-called price of growth.

At a glance, the years have become a waste, and there are too many stories of the rivers and lakes. I walked through the mountains and rivers to take in the scenery one by one, and what I thought about was still the past for you to be lonely. I will grind it again, and I will tell you and me in detail. That year, you sat behind you on campus, and you didn't know the blessings and misfortunes. Forgive me for being a demon for a long time because of love, but I still want to beg each other to let go. The pear nest that you smiled gently has been willing to fall since then. Exiled in Tingzhou, the dream soul returned to his hometown. Zeng also poured ink on the vain gambling book, but it was ordinary and difficult to find that day. The past is like yesterday, and everything is wrong. You see the acacia flower blooming, you see it falling again, whether it is just like you and me. Amphibious butterflies, golden cage locks, each seated. The fragrance of flowers and bones is zero, and I am not willing to live hard. I have kept it, and I have begged bitterly. However, this is a joke that is hard to stop, and I have been waiting for a long time, and I am sad for many years. Can you let go and go? I know that I am troublesome to you, I know that I am cowardly, I give everything to live for you, whether everything is my fault. Who will be sent to the melancholy colorful clouds and Xu Biluo, and the three lives will cut the swing rope.

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