4. What is love? There are ten million kinds of people and ten million kinds of love. Love is a canoe floating in the sea, a pot of wine sealed in the years, and a bodhi walking in the desert. Love is beautiful green, a touch of coolness in the bustling 3,000 miles, and a trace of peace in the vicissitudes of life. Love is a bright moon, telling the end of time from ancient times to the present. Love is also a sharp knife. I wonder if there is tomorrow on the blade. Author: Bai Mei Source: You are Jinse, I am fleeting.
5. Smile and sing the song of life. Don't complain that life has given too much hardship, and don't complain that life has too many twists and turns. The sea loses its grandeur without the rolling of huge waves, and the desert loses its grandeur without the wild dance of flying sand. If life is just plain sailing at two points and one line, it loses its charm of existence.
6, overnight, the spring breeze came. Suddenly, it rolled in from the vast grasslands and deserts outside the Great Wall. Jumping over the ravine, over the ridge, into the ravine, irrigating the mountain pass, screaming and blowing the horn, roaring and roaring, flying sand and stones, flapping on the window, flapping on Sarah's face, like countless needles.
7. We always claim that we don't want to conquer the universe, but just want to expand the boundaries of the earth and expand into space; How can we be humane and loving, and how can we be brave and righteous? We don't want to enslave other races, just want to exchange cultures, learn from each other's strengths and develop together; We are the guardians of God's divine will; Wait a minute. In fact, this is just another big lie. When we always like to compare planet after planet with the earth, in our eyes, they are either as desolate as the Sahara desert, as cold as the Arctic, or as rich as the Amazon basin. Author: Stanislaw Lem origin: Solaris star.
8. On Mingsha Mountain. Women have a natural sense of belonging to the desert, because endless scenery makes people think of eternity more easily. I once read a novel by Camus. Lonely women watch the sunrise and sunset on the edge of the desert all day, and they are ambiguous with the yellow sand, and their lives are gradually integrated with the desert. Author: Jiang
9. Relationships make us not live completely in ourselves or others, but live in the middle between ourselves and others. This area is like a desert. It constantly absorbs water, but it doesn't produce any green. Author: Zhang Source: Lonely Feeling 2, Writers Publishing House
10, love is the sunshine shining in winter, which makes people who are poor and sick feel the warmth of the world; Love is the spring in the desert, which makes people on the verge of despair see the hope of life again; Love is a ballad floating in the night sky, which gives spiritual comfort to lonely and helpless people.
1 1, good thinking can be read from places where there are no words. Reading the desert, I read its magnanimous mind; Reading the sun, I read the selflessness that shines on everything; Reading the spring rain, I read its silent tenderness. Reading the sea, I read its magnificent pride. When I read the lime, I read its innocence.
12, friendship is the sunshine shining in winter, which makes people who are poor and sick feel the warmth of the world; Friendship is the spring in the desert, which makes people on the verge of despair see the hope of life again; Friendship is a ballad floating in the night sky, which gives the lonely and helpless people spiritual comfort.
13, fish can swim under the ice; In the snowstorm, plum blossoms are also ready to bloom; In the desert, humans will find the shadow of oasis; In despair, persistence in life will find hope.
14, I heard the echo, from the valley and the heart, harvesting the empty soul with a lonely sickle, refusing again and again and being happy again and again. There is a swaying oasis in the desert. I believe that I was born like a brilliant summer flower. I am as enchanting as a fire, bearing the burden of heartbeat and breathing. Author: Tagore Source: Birds