<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" > See Word No. 694</h1>
"Qingshi has had several spring dreams, how many wizards of red dust, do not need to worry about and arrange, and now receive it now." The golden sentences shared with you today come from Zong Pu's "Su and Jane", life is up and down is ordinary, thick as wine, light as a dream.
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Although the begonias are beautiful, they are only fragranceless, and the ancients thought that this was a great regret. If there is no fragrance, points will be deducted, and the beauty of the flowers can also be averaged. If you think about it, how can everything be so complete.
02
At some point, the cinnabar peach tree full of flowers had also been exhausted, the branches were empty, and there were no petals on the ground. Other flowers will also leave the scene. There are ups, there are exits, and the same goes for people.
03
Time soothes everything.
04
Autumn is a fruitful life, colorful and solemn, hazy and clear, full of the taste of great enlightenment.
05
Mother's love, many subtle twists and turns can not be said, can not be fully captured. But it is also because of these subtle twists and turns that a home is formed. This home is alive everywhere, every inch of the wall, every inch of the curtain is alive.
06
The novel is the input of the author's soul, it is to crush itself and give life to the novel. And I want to express not only myself, but a group, an era.
07
Flowers and people will encounter all kinds of misfortunes, but the long river of life is endless.
08
Beauty is the highest good.
09
Lilac knots, these three words give people a lot of imagination. Thinking about those verses, I really feel that they are burdened with unsolvable grievances. Everyone has many unpleasant things in their lives, and one thing comes again after it is finished. So the lilac knots are every year. Knots cannot be solved, and the problems in life are also inexhaustible. Otherwise, wouldn't it be too bland?
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Write novels, otherwise I am sorry for the history that boils over and then condenses around me; write prose, otherwise I am sorry for the feelings that flow between my chest; I write fairy tales, otherwise I am sorry for the strange illusions in front of me; I am sorry for short poems, otherwise I am sorry for the changing notes in my ears. I write because I have; I write because I love.