Dreams may not come true today, nor will they come true tomorrow. The important thing is that it is in your heart. The important thing is that you have been trying.
3, love a person and hate a person, will hurt your bones. In this world, some people are in love, others are in hate, and they love each other to death, and they hate each other bitterly. On the surface, the world seems to be painless, with a breeze and a rain, and it is calm day after day. But love and hate are needles sewn on the world's cotton-padded jacket. A needle is warm, a needle is cold, warm is thin, cool is cool, warm is cool, so this world has a precious temperature.
4, crying and laughing, between tears; Love and hate, between thoughts; Go and stay, but between waves. Suppose life is a play, a dream. In dreams or plays, we all play different roles, releasing our emotions and pains. What hurts is always the true self in and out of the play.
5. Can there be a balance between home and country? Love and hate, how to distinguish? How to repay kindness? Which is more important, beauty or the world? Can those two moons match each other? Can kings and kings synchronize with each other? Can bullies and "Heaven and Man" get what they want? There are many talented people in troubled times. It takes only two people to play chess at the top of the mountain, and only one person to master the supremacy of the world!
6, life, there must be a lot of tempering, in order to understand the ups and downs of life, life, always have to experience, in order to feel the true meaning of life, bitterness and joy, joy and sorrow, love and hate, are compulsory courses in life, after reading these lessons, I also understand that those vague memories are just some spices in life, life, as long as you think about it, will be full of flavor.
7. Don't give up a love just because of a little flaw. After all, in love, what is needed is true feelings, not perfection.
8. The test of good and evil, love and hate, loyalty and betrayal.
9. Time can really forget everything, whether it is love or hate, truth or hypocrisy. Finally, I gradually found that I didn't forget, just didn't want to remember.
10, February, I put a paper kite in the sky, drew a transparent thin line from my mind, and let her lead me to March when flowers bloom and fall. The fire in April burned flowers all over the floor. I picked up a dead leaf and unfortunately cut myself. I don't know my pain. I know my pain is that the rain in May disappears in the clear sky in May, and a rainbow disappears on the edge of June, the other edge of June. The last drop of rain that fell in July moistened for a month. In the huge corolla of Guangxi, the lost years are cherished, and love and hate melt into memories of August. Every thought leads to drunkenness. Only when I am awake, I will walk straight through the frost in early September and watch the snow flying in November and the cold in December. I was frozen in the only picture and had a January dream-in February, I put a paper kite in the sky.
1 1. After life gradually revealed its true colors and was beaten back to its original shape again and again, I haven't gone far, and fewer and fewer people and things can be remembered. I can only continue to write to myself, to Akita and to more and more strangers. Love and hate, honor and disgrace are different, but they are all the same. Life.