The pleasure of the past has long ceased to exist, the beauty of the past has long since drifted away with the wind, the attachment of the past has long been illusory into a bubble, the once heart-to-heart communication has long been blocked into inability to communicate, and the once expectation has long been scattered into a wisp of light smoke...
A grain of rice nourishes a benefactor, a stone of rice feeds an enemy, and the old man is right. Don't give it to yourself without moving, leave some pride and heartache to yourself, remember, the coolest is not the heart.
Once upon a time, we no longer wanted to let others easily see our sorrows; Once upon a time, we would rather sit alone in a daze than try to talk to anyone. Perhaps, it is really understood: no one but yourself can really understand you. People say that understanding is harder than love, and this should be a wise saying.
The most precious thing is not the material you have, but the people who accompany you. You can't force others to love yourself, you can only try to make yourself a person worthy of love, and the rest of the things depend on fate
Grievances that can be spoken are not real grievances; The pain that can be shouted out is not real pain; An injury that can cry is not a real wound. The real grievance is the unspeakable suffering; The real pain is the death hidden in the heart; The real hurt is the helplessness of tears flowing into the heart.
If the monthly profit is lost, the water is full, it overflows; Flowers bloom and are nearly withered; The emotion is the strongest, and it is gradually becoming flat. All the things in the human world that are extremely beautiful seem to have only a short life. Beautiful ephemeral flowers, only a moment to bloom will be annihilated; Beautiful fireworks, only brilliant once to dissipate. A good childhood will go away at any time; Good years will be lost between the fingers. Perhaps, God created these beautiful things just to leave us with a good thought, so that we can learn to cherish and cherish.
We always feel that we have been the most beautiful. However, once beautiful, it was only once. Time can't go back to the past, we can't go back to the past. Perhaps, it was once only suitable for shallow memories, not for deep thoughts. If you miss it, you will only be sad and troubled; if you don't forget it, you will only be sad and painful. Life, can only keep going forward, go forward, out of the haze of the past, in order to be able to freshly bathe in the sunshine of tomorrow, a bright smile.
Looking back carefully at the road ahead, every time the most bitter and difficult journey is to support the past by yourself; every bumpy and muddy journey is to go alone; every time you tear your heart and lungs, you are a witness to moving forward; every painful break in the liver and intestines is a self-transcendence
Time is like quicksand between your fingers, quietly slipping away, once upon a time, we lost our innocence and could no longer live simply and happily; Once upon a time, we lost our truest selves and lived every day in a heavy veil; Once upon a time, when we were sad, we would not shed tears, we would not show our vulnerability in front of people when we were sad, and we learned to decorate our faces with a smile.
The frost and wind of the season have long been dusted off the warmth of the past, and the coolness and cold have long been soaked in the cold winter. Cold, is the main theme of winter; Cold is the unique charm of winter. Through the wind and sand of the years, although everything has long been known in the chest, but still willing to stay in the self-made fairy tale and refuse to wake up, not childish, not stupid, just want to keep the butterfly dance of dreams in the heart, just want to let the soul stay a little more pure. When you are sad, when you are most helpless, remember to use a sentence to encourage yourself, "If you stand at the trough of life, don't worry, because no matter which direction you climb, you are moving upwards." The most painful today will always pass; the most difficult present will always leave. No big deal, you just need to suffer for a while.
At night, the wings stretched out, the vast sky was covered, and the heavens and the earth were clothed in ink and merged into one. Silence envelops the delicate body of the night and returns all things in heaven and earth to silence. The wind, softly and gently drifting by, like a dream that is afraid of disturbing the night, tiptoeing on his feet, holding the skirt, quietly blowing, so soft that it does not startle a slight wave...
The hourglass of time, passing in the morning and the curtain, we learn to be strong and lose our original innocence; We learned to disguise and throw away the simplest catharsis of true feelings. Perhaps, this is the price of growth, this is the compulsory course of life.