If the heart is young, the world is not old; When the heart is old, life will be barren. Years, not because of experience and regret, but because of vicissitudes; Life doesn't grow old with time, but changes with mentality.
No matter how bitter your heart is, you don't have to say it often; No matter how difficult the road is, just feel it with your feet. The bitter complaint is weakness; Pain is power.
If the heart is connected, time will last forever.
If the heart is young, the years are not wasted; If the heart is tireless, life is colorful.
Time passes gradually in the ticking hour hand, and we draw our desired colors and patterns in the center of pure white drawing paper. I drew a rainbow, and I found that these seven-color watercolors not only beautiful my paintings, but also gorgeous my life.
I want to say, even if my face is desolate, my mind will be stained with mud. The road we have traveled, the bumps we have traveled, the injuries and pains we have had, the pains and joys we have had, and the photocopies of our youth are all soaked with tears.
Youth is gone, and so is brain. Tell yourself again, don't cry during my years in Shaoguan and blowing in the wind. With a young heart, chase more happiness!