How many people are too obsessed with the beauty of flowers that don't belong to them, and the people they like are not with them?
Compared with the world, the ego is just insignificant. When you are in a bad mood, just look at the scenery outside the window, travel and feel the world.
Life is only a few decades, and there may be no tomorrow. Don't curl up in a small shadow and entangle yourself with no flowers!
Once you turn around, time becomes a story, once you look back, time becomes a landscape.
The ancients said that if there are flowers that can be folded straight, they should be folded straight. It's not, is it?
After loneliness wakes people up, even if they are destined to each other, they will wait at the intersection and wait for each other.
Some past events, about happiness or pain, can only be buried deep in my heart; Some hopes, about the present or the future, can only be slowly forgotten.
Life is a bumpy road, even if you keep falling, you have to get up.
Life must live like a madman, so as to forget the ups and downs that life has given us.
Nothing belongs to us forever. Life is like a journey with a terminal. Maybe we will gain something on the trip, but we can't take it with us after all.
Time is up. If you don't give up, you have to put it down.
Have you ever seen real death?
All kinds of regrets before death, attachment to the world, gentle enjoyment, disappointment and fantasy ... mixed feelings, and when that moment really comes, you will not completely close your eyes, but your eyes are empty and dull, like a deep black hole.
Fame, success or failure, good and evil, rewards and punishments, good and evil ... all have nothing to do with themselves, and they are not celebrities, so they will not leave this world with fame and prestige, and future generations will not even remember their names, as if they had never been here.
There are always some blooming flowers in life, which are always the most beautiful and short-lived in their own blooming season. At that time, even if you miss the color of the branches again, the fragrance will wither and wither in the urging of the years and cannot be preserved.
All the property will be lost eventually. It is better to let go of those pursuits, look down on those fleeting fireworks and savor the quiet life.
We are all growing up, and years bring us not only the growth of age, but also psychological maturity. What is mature is not the years, but the feelings we have experienced.
Flowers or flowers, we are still ourselves. Although we can't have the whole world, we can have our own world!
It's good to have flowers, so why care whose they are?