If you can settle down, in this life, who wants to be displaced. Vast in the sky, strange and displaced, walking through a mountain, a journey of water, walking through the desolation of a place, when looking back, I suddenly found that no matter how many times turned a thousand times, or what kind of storms and clouds, time is far away, it will become a faded memory. Whose life is destined to be turbulent and displaced; whose life is destined to see each other for an indefinite period of time.
Life has too many surprises, and no one can resist; no one can hide. At both ends of the strange road, I wish, each at peace. Strange and displaced, prosperous faded, lonely, strange. If you can, I hope you will not be displaced. Your turmoil and displacement, my worries. I have settled down, and you are still on the move. In this life, we, goodbye indefinitely.
Only to give you a worry, pray that when you are displaced by strange roads, when the sea of people is sinking and floating, you will not be so lonely. If there is only one, in the world, who is willing to pursue back and forth in the strange road. Youth is used to squander, feelings are used to hurt, and people's hearts are used to temper. The story of one floating wave after another tells this. In different stories, in the ups and downs of the plot, in similar sorrows and joys, gradually know how to cherish, gradually learn to be grateful, and gradually learn to look at the past, present and future with a calm and calm attitude.
The road of life, one journey after another. But whoever has been in exile for many years has to be so cared for by the heavens. The road is lonely; the years are splendid. Encounters, when young and crazy, are doomed to hurt; when they meet, when they know how to cherish, they are destined to be careful to treasure. I have walked through the ignorance of youth, through the frivolous madness of wanton harm, and through the waiting of attachment. Coming and going, whose world can not be separated in this life; walking and stopping, whose life, this life can be unique.
The sunlight that passed through the cracks of his fingers jumped in the palms of his hands and warmed his eyes. There is no vigorous plot, no ups and downs, no regrets of life and death, only simple, quiet years. Time is quiet, the years are safe, my world, thousands of pampering is not an expectation, happiness and happiness is not a luxury.
It's just that I'm lucky enough to meet all the pampering; it's just that my heart is relatively small, and I can only hold happy memories, and only accommodate happy figures. It's just that my heart is easier to satisfy, a little happiness, a small joy, you can be happy for a long time.
Happiness, happiness, has always been very simple, but the world is prosperous and confuses our eyes. I just learned to cherish the time and cherish the present, so I forgot all the sorrows. Recently, tired of writing, all the sadness gradually dissipated in silence, only to find that those desolations are really nothing.
Walk by and you can see the bright sky. In the years of happiness, I am still carefully storing the appearance of happiness. The wind is fragrant to the dust, the flowers have run out, you can see the wind clear moon, spend a good full moon. The flowers bloom in half a summer, the season of joy, silence and wordlessness, only a faint joy, quiet flowing.
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