May you, all the best!
On the long and far-reaching road, the clouds flow,
Hurriedly crossed half a life. In the blink of an eye, the red face is old, the green mountains are far away, the youth smoke and rain, and there will be no end to it. With all the strength, ahead, there is always an invisible desolation.
May you, treading through thousands of rivers and mountains,
Experience the warmth and cold of the world. Every time you cry, you are not alone; every time you break up, you can see you again!
The ebb and flow of the tide, drowning out how many legends;
Flowers bloom, how many stories are far away. In Yanran's looking back, how many greetings flew past the station? How much rain leaves a warm paper umbrella?
May you, with vicissitudes as a drink, and the years be fruitful,
After a thousand turns of exhaustion, you can still withstand too many trials of life, so that the flames of those sufferings can light up the roadside ahead!
Flowing water time,
Always easily through the vicissitudes of our lives. How many people appeared too late to predict; how many people left too late to say goodbye. At that time, the morning breeze was drunk, and the leaves flew in the blink of an eye...
I only wish that in this life, Shaohua changed his white hair,
You can also regardless of the reason, do not ask the place of return, sing to the wine, look up to the sky and whistle, learn to let go of a light body, no regrets and no fear for the rest of your life!
People in the grass and trees, there is no obstacle that can not be crossed.
In the depths of time, quietly watch the flowers blossom and thank you, eat a bowl of human fireworks, drink a few cups of life ups and downs, look away when frustrated, look down when proud, although they have gone through all the vicissitudes, they still smile and be warm as ever.
May you, idle boiling affectionate years,
Savor the wonderful time, in the humble, live out the health, in the ordinary, live out wonderfully.
All the way to the stumbling, a lifetime of floating and sinking.
After crossing the hill, I found that no one was waiting. But the way you smile after you cry is always sparkling.
May you, waving goodbye to the past, and rejoicing with the coming.
Live up to every breeze and cherish every full moon. In this intertwined time of cold and warmth, it is tenderly treated by the years and slowly grows old...
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