First, "We have no regrets. At that time, we hurried forward and seldom looked back. Today, I still have no regrets, but sometimes I think of the torture suffered by Yin Hui, and my heart hurts. "
Second, reality itself is a series of absurdities that are not necessarily continuous and continuous.
When the nightingale heard its voice in the nest on the oak tree and looked out from the leaves, she was surprised.
Fourth, everyone's life is a journey, but they take different roads, choose different directions, pay different emotions and have different stories.
This is a rudder, so don't bother to turn it.
6. Delicate dewdrops are exquisite words, a fluttering light, and some soft and even breath; With a smile, inadvertently, look around.
Seven, I haven't been out of the house, it's not easy to move before I leave, and I don't know how to live after I leave.
Eight, now even the autumn clouds and yellow leaves have been thrown into the distance, leaving only the gray sky completely lonely. Can you stand listening to the cold wind alone?
If you plan to walk in the world, don't expect so much. And when every road is deserted, everyone is a passer-by, and every memory is once.
Happiness is a luxury. There are always too many regrets in life. Neither you nor I can indulge in happiness.
Eleven, winter has the purpose of winter, cold as flowers, flowers have fragrance, and winter has memories.
Twelve, that night, your hand held mine, and the lost starry night blocked the sadness mentioned.
Thirteen, on the stalk of memory, who doesn't, two or three flowers, full of emotional flowers.
Fourteen, warm yellow light gushed out and covered himself.
15. Everything in the universe is objectively priceless, and the mountains, rivers, flowers and animals reflected in human nature have begun to have beauty, temperament and spirit. Reflected in human nature, not to mention people themselves. Without human feelings and feelings, even if there is nature, there will be no natural beauty, not to mention human wisdom, human creation and artistic expression of all life. In this case, who should despise the little trip they feel? In order to strengthen our courage, we should believe that only when human beings have this kind of emotional gallop can the real world continue to produce the essence of cultural relics entrusted by our spirit.
Sixteen, I slept, and my poem recorded your tenderness. You might as well put your bud in peace of mind and make a shade.
Seventeen, the young man cried, "There are no red roses in my garden!" " His eyes were full of tears. "ah! Happiness depends on these little things! After reading the ancient books of sages, I have fully understood the mystery of philosophy. However, my life is so embarrassing because I can't ask for a red rose. "
Eighteen, "I want to answer this question all my life. Are you ready to listen to me? "
19. The young man said, "Musicians will play bamboo silk in the music world, and my lover will dance according to the syllables of stringed instruments. She dances so beautifully that she doesn't even touch the ground. Those well-dressed teenagers will envy her. But she won't dance with me because I didn't pick red roses for her. " So he and I fell down in the grass, burying our faces in our hands and crying.
20. There is really no need to worry about the damaged body of an institution in many ways. I have some sympathy for the vehicles used on the expressway between Guizhou and Yunnan. Being a person in China is the same as being a car in China. When you are exhausted, someone will drag you over and push you up a long hillside. If you were more sensible and worked harder, you wouldn't have climbed the mountain panting at the end.
Twenty-one, on April day in the world, the planetesimals blink inadvertently, and the drizzle is sprinkled in front of the flowers.
Twenty-two, but tightly holding the sad brand, touching the disappointment that has not landed; Dusk, night shift, tiptoe, all empty, no more tenderness;
23. No matter how you hide it, if you want to keep the innocence of youth, years will mercilessly leave traces of rings and wind and frost on your face.
24. If my heart whirls around with the familiar wheat straw, the blur is like a path through countless fences, and the branches of all kinds of flowers and leaves are stunned by the grass. Today's footsteps are no longer willing to step on the sand.
There are two kinds of luxurious lights in the room, which often make me nervous like a flower. Riding the breeze of feeling, it is deeply scattered among the cold and smart branches and leaves. One is candlelight, a tall pedestal, a long candle hanging down, and a red flame burning when the curtain is opened. The other is the sunshine at noon in early spring, and large areas are scattered all over the room intentionally or unintentionally. Those window grilles, pens and inkstones are bathed in the light, and they all turn into still life patterns in a short time, and red-core twigs are dotted in several places, which makes the room more fragrant and makes people pitch and touch a kind of spirituality.
Twenty-six, ten days are all pictures, and the day is an epic ancient thing.
Pick what you want to do most-don't sacrifice what you want to do. If you don't do it, it's inevitable that you will care, and you don't have to regret it after you do it.
Twenty-eight, you are Wen, you are Wen, you are June day on earth.
Twenty-nine, death is a chapter of tragedy, and life is the backbone of tragedy! The characters in our group drama all have their own personalities, which are contradictory; Reason and emotion are incompatible; Face-to-face conflict between ideal and reality; One side or the opposite side is excited into sadness. The days passed day by day. Yesterday and yesterday piled up and mixed into an inevitable background, making the walls or air around us so solid and ethereal that every time we stand every day is so important and so small and helpless! I can hardly find words at the moment, because, really, I'm just completely confused; I feel that life is as insoluble and incomprehensible as death.