Time is a miracle, we always work very hard, but we can't see our own hearts, how many things, has become a story in the eyes of others, how many fates, has become the past of others' hearts, one is different, two wide, not all sour, sweet and bitter.
How many people, insisting on their own world, looking at their own hearts, counting some right and wrong, counting down some losses, always thinking that they can, and finally losing, losing, scattering, forget it, everything is good to gather and scatter.
A person's name can be written into his own heart, but he can't see other people's stories, how much bitterness, just countless past events, how many tears, just one person's strong support.
Ask yourself how much time you need to accumulate a miracle in your life, how much you lose, in exchange for a get, no answer, no loss, there will be no current self.
Thirty years old, time constraints, language limitations, ability limitations, how many constraints, let yourself start to give up, how much to get, so that you can not go back to the past, our cognition, just became a joke.
The story is still the same once, a talk, a loss, how many smiles, no limits of bitterness, how many tears, no mental persistence, one person holding up, one person suffering.
The dream is scattered, the person wakes up, loses a lot, misses a lot, gets older, finds that his world has changed, can't be willful, can't have a temper, to know their own bottom, but also to know that their ability is limited.
Once young, I thought I had grown up a long way, but when I grew up, I found that my life was limited, there were not many years to struggle, and there was not much time to rest.
In the hasty world, it is too late to talk about words and deeds, the helpless mood, the time to greet the past life and this life, how many stories, hidden in the heart, can not be said, how much helpless, hidden in the heart can only be buried.
A person, a heart, a tear, greeting a thousand times, just a road that has been walked, now, just talking, how many words, just helpless, just a parting.
A slight smile, missed the world, if you choose to go to work, you can only earn money, then you will lose a lot, if you don't fight, earn money to spend, then you don't have much meaning.
In the world of youth, the mood of loneliness, the world of adulthood, some people talk about etiquette, some people talk about interests, some people talk about bitterness, and some people talk about cool wind.
The world is changing, people's hearts are changing, some people love to learn, some people love to read, some people like to find jobs, but there are few people who really like money.
A person who chooses to miss out will lose a lot of opportunities, a person who is wrong to marry will miss himself, and when we are sober, maybe it is the time when we lose.
Excellent people like to speculate, lonely people like to be partial, only serious people know what they want, what to give up, what to be serious.
Before the age of twenty, there are no exams, there are answers, but after the age of thirty, even if it is an exam, it may not pass.
Between people, there is always too much disparity, time, age, language, the road that has been, the accumulation of every day, so that many people fade the essence of struggle and cannot grasp the fate of the future.
We are always very simple, simple to get married to rely on parents, we are always very unleveloped, even thinking is left by relatives and friends, and finally know that without the main heart, doomed to no good life.
People who give up, people who are too late to speak, people who work hard, people who are too late to greet, lonely hearts, always stop and go, look and ask, don't know today, forget the future.
Choosing time is choosing the answer, choosing age, choosing to lose, we are too late to qualify, we have to slowly accept getting old.
The normal state of life allows us to recognize multiple choice questions, but the lonely voice makes us unable to see the answers in our hearts, unable to grasp the examination papers, and unable to find the teacher.
Some people are vivid, some people are scaled everywhere, whose lives have sunny days, but some people are destined to hurt others as the answer, some people take the maintenance of the family as the examination paper, and some people find teachers for their children.