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The environment is created by the mind.

Whether a person's personal situation is bitter or happy is often subjective.

Some people are satisfied with a certain life, while others can't. Therefore, those who can be content with the status quo might as well live now, but if they can't, they have to try their best to find another way. You can't say that you are successful there, and you are not sure whether you will be happy at a certain point. Some people will never be satisfied, and their happiness is only established in the process of pursuit and struggle, so his policies will never go far. Such people may not be so happy, but their achievements may be great.

Bitterness and pleasure are judged by oneself, and there is no necessary direct relationship with the objective situation. Just like a girl who doesn't love jewelry, even if she is extremely concerned about vanity, it won't hurt her self-esteem. A poor poet with thousands of books doesn't want to exchange diamonds or stocks with a millionaire. People who are satisfied with their hometown life do not envy the reputation or title of any scholar, nor do they envy the high officials and high officials.

Your love is your bias, your fun is your price, and your temperament is your luck. The master has a paradise of master's ambition, and he has ten soft reds that he is willing to enjoy.

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Big and small

A partner talked about his relative's aunt, who never wears shoes that fit her, and often walks around in huge shoes. If her son and younger generation ask her, she will say, "All shoes are the same price, why not buy a big one?"

Every time I tell this story, some people laugh their heads off.

In fact, we will see many such "aunts" in our lives. Writers without brains just write heavy and bitter works; Painters without content only draw super-huge paintings; Traffickers who often leave home have a huge hometown.

Many people are not pursuing greatness, but are really urged by connotative greed, just like buying oversized shoes and forgetting their own feet.

No matter what kind of shoes you buy, fitting your feet is the most important thing. No matter what you pursue, it is always just right.

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select

A person's life is usually determined, such as: which university to go to? What kind of occupation do you choose? What kind of woman do you marry? ..... and so on. A person's personal decision-making ability can tell whether his personality is mature or not.

However, those who have no opinions are not bound by the resolution. Because when it comes to the necessary choices, he always makes others say, "Hey, what do you think?"

Anyone who can make great achievements is a person with strong determination. He knows that the success or failure of a thing depends on that no one can replace him, let alone make a choice for you.

At what moment of the resolution, success or failure has been exposed.

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People are like this all their lives.

I often use the phrase "life is like this" to express myself and give advice to my partner. These seven words are easy to say, simple to sound, but profound to think of. It can make me brave when I am weak, modest and kind when I am complacent, energetic when I am negative, jubilant when I am in pain, and I can let go of everything. So I call it "a blow to the head" and "seven-word proverbs". -I often think that if there is any hardship in the world, if there is anything that cannot be digested, it will only be short-lived. If so, what can't be solved?

People have been thinking about this sentence all their lives. If I were a hero, I would make greater achievements. If I were a scholar, I would gain higher knowledge; If I love someone, I will boldly report to her. Because today has passed and will not come again; This life has passed and everything has been erased. If you don't read a book and say a word, you won't have another chance. I must make good use of this embarrassing life!

People are like this all their lives, and you can master it vigorously; You can also face it calmly. Think about it, extract it from the beautiful text to be relieved! Think about it when your energy is negative, so as to help Dade! Because no matter what, you are always honored to have this life, and you can't come for nothing.

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flowery

Smile like a flower, love like a flower, hope like a flower, and life like a flower.

Everyone has his favorite flowers, and everyone has many reasons to be kind to himself and condense his life's efforts into an enduring fragrance in the long river of years. The moment of blooming, brilliant and proficient, will attract all eyes.

Flowers are so weak, no matter how beautiful or gorgeous, they still can't stand the cold rain and wind at night. Chunhong gave up in a hurry, leaving only a kind of hatred.

Hua is a magnificent warrior, trying to grow green, fat, red and thin in the wind and rain, but he didn't hang his head after all.

Life is the same, like a beautiful glass feather, which can't stand the impact of natural and man-made disasters and is destroyed into a bright light. Every piece is a transparent heart. Life is often like a epiphyllum. It takes years of tears and sweat, mixed with painstaking irrigation, to have a moment to laugh at the whole country.

There are fewer people who love flowers now. When people are busy for survival, they can't even grasp their own life. Who will listen to Hua?

However, impatient metropolis, please don't forget that this world is a mirage. All the flowers, all the flowers. Therefore, the Buddha touched the flowers and Ye Jiaxiao; This smile is the world.

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life

Life is probably the only identity in the universe that should be respected. The gestation, birth and expression of life is essentially a process of overwhelming public sentiment. Life, like music and pictures, has a predetermined tone or color in secret. When it hits the spring tide, when it hears the trumpet sound of encouragement, it will immediately rise and expose its essential brilliance and agitation. Although, this essence may be dirty, fragile and boring; Its owner has no choice. Maybe.

We should realize that life is hope. It should be said that vulgarity and vulgarity should not be complacent too early, nor should they be mistaken for the fact that they have successfully declined. Camouflage is also not lasting, because it always rolls away like a long river, and contemptuous jugglers, philistines and vulgar sticks will never be crowned as educators, writers and soldiers. After their unimpeded life is over, their descendants will feel ashamed for a long time.

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I respect life.

I revere the mystery of noble life. I admire the fireworks of life when it is born, grows, fights, is disabled and dies. I admire a living soul flying freely in mountains, rivers, oceans and continents.

Yes, life is hope. It flies infinitely and is free, which makes one of the human beings unwilling to fail and pursue his own golden pasture without regrets.

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Flower of the soul

Every pond smells of the ocean.

In every stone, there is a shadow of Gobi.

So the poet said: a clover, plus my imagination, is a vast grassland.

Walking in the countryside of autumn moon, I remembered a poet's inquiry to old Tolstoy: Do all/mature/hang your head?

Yes, every step we have taken will become a thing of the past, whether it is a happy meeting or a bitter parting, but please believe that no matter whether we are eager to wait or sweet memories, every song we sang will not disappear in an instant, just as rosa luxemburg said: "Wherever I go, as long as I live, the sky, clouds and the beauty of life will be with me!"

A narrow and selfish mind can brew a physical hell, and a broad and bright mind can become a paradise for others. There is only one layer between hell and heaven.

And all the flames of jealousy always start from the combustion itself. This article is from American Reading Network.

A big brother writer reported that I said:

"How many times did your foot break? But don't be depressed, just be true, whose pace is different from that of the city. "

When you finally win the flower of success, don't you mourn the intersection of the past? Don't you mourn the old wood in the luxurious house you built from scratch?

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trust

It takes many years to trust someone. Therefore, some people have never really trusted anyone all their lives. It would be a pity if you only trust those who may please you. If you believe everyone you see, you are a fool; If you never hesitate to trust someone, you may be abandoned by the person you trust so quickly; If you trust a person only out of some shallow necessity, then annoying suspicion and rebellion may follow; But if you dare not trust a person who is worthy of your trust, you will never get the sweetness of love and the meekness of the world, and your life will be bleak.

Trust is a living emotion, trust is also a noble emotion, and trust is the bond between people. You have a task to trust another person unless you can prove that that person is not trustworthy; You also have the right to gain the trust of another person, unless you are proved unworthy of that person.

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have

In this mortal world, there are actually countless soft objects. We always hope to get too much and make many objects our own.

Life is short, time flies, and it flows away inadvertently between possession and loss.

Lost the sun, there are stars shining, lost money and gained friendship. When life separates you, you have the kiss of the earth.

Hold on to accidents and cherish them; If you lose, it will be a test of taking over the true knowledge of life, and it will be a promise to fight for the reputation of rugged life.

If you have kindness, you will abandon falsehood; If you are enough, you will abandon boredom; If you have a solid one, you will give up your temper. Whether it is deliberate sublation or accidental loss, as long as it is really owned, isn't it a point to give up aboveboard at some point?

If you lose it inadvertently, you can fight for it from scratch. Without love, spring can be searched, without will, winter should be honed from scratch. But if you lose laziness, you can't pick it up again.

Too much desire has become a burden. What can make you more satisfied and satisfied than having indifferent tolerance?

Choose indifferent, and then prepare to take the mountain road.

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Shadow farewell

When people sleep until they don't know when, there will be shadows saying goodbye and saying those words-

There are places in heaven that I don't want to go; There are some things I don't want to go to hell, I don't want to go; There are things in your future golden world that I don't want to go to.

However, you are what I don't want.

Friend, I don't want to follow you, I don't want to live.

I don't want to!

Well, I don't want to. I might as well wander around.

I am just a shadow, otherwise I will sink in the darkness without you. However, darkness will devour me, and light will make me disappear.

However, I don't want to wander between light and dark. I might as well sink in the dark.

However, I finally hesitated between light and dark, not knowing whether it was dusk or dawn. I raised my black hand and pretended to drink a glass of wine. I wonder when I will travel alone.

Alas, if it is dusk, the night will naturally sink me, otherwise I will be disappeared by the day, if it is dawn.

My friend, time is running out.

I will wander into the darkness without land.

You still want my present What can I offer you? Without it, it is still darkness and vanity. However, I would like to just be dark, or disappear in your days; I would like to be nothing and never occupy your heart.

I'd love to, my friend-

I travel alone, not only without you, but also without other shadows in the dark. Only I am submerged by darkness, and the world belongs to me.

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In the faint blood

In memory of the dead, the living and the unborn—

The present creator is still a coward.

He secretly changed the heavens and the earth, but did not dare to destroy a penny of the earth; Secretly make the living things decline, but dare not save all the corpses; Secretly make human blood, but dare not make it fresh forever; Secretly let mankind suffer, but dare not let mankind remember forever.

He designed for his own kind-human cowards, set off China's house with ruins and graves, and diluted the pain and blood with time; Pour out a cup of slightly sweet bitter wine every day, neither too little nor too much, and pass it on to the world so that the drinker can cry, sing, wake up and get drunk. If he knows, if he doesn't know, he will die and live. He must make everything want to live; He didn't have all the courage to destroy mankind.

Several ruins and several deserted graves were scattered on the ground, reflecting faint blood stains. () People are chewing the dim sadness of people and me. But they refused to give up, thinking that it was better than emptiness after all, and each used it as an excuse, chewing on the slim suffering of people and waiting for the arrival of new suffering in one breath. New, which makes them both afraid and eager to meet.

These are all good citizens of the creator. This is what he needs.

Rebellious soldiers come from the world; He stood, saw all the ruins and graves that had changed and existed, remembered all the deep and long-lasting pains, faced up to all the overlapping and blocked blood clots, and knew that everything was dead, alive, alive and unborn. He saw through the tricks of nature; He will rise to make Su Sheng, mankind, or mankind completely extinct, citizens of these creators.

Creator, timid, ashamed and hiding. In the eyes of soldiers, heaven and earth have changed color.

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epitaph

I dreamed that I was facing the grave and reading the inscription on it. The tomb seems to be made of sand and stone, with a lot of peeling and moss, leaving only a few sentences-

"... to have a fever in the cold; See the abyss in the sky. I can't see anything in everyone's eyes; Free from despair. ……

"... a wandering soul turned into a long snake with fangs in its mouth. Don't bite, bite your body and eventually fall down. ……

"... leave! ……"

After walking around the village, I found the lonely grave, which had no vegetation and had been destroyed. That is, from the big bird's mouth, I saw a dead body with a broken chest and abdomen and no heart. On the other hand, there is no sadness or joy on the face, but it is misty.

I can't turn around in doubt, but I have seen the rest of the sentence on the dark side of the grave-

"... a hundred years of heart-feeding, you will know the original taste. The wound is cruel, how can we know the original taste? ……

"... eat slowly after the painful decision. However, its heart is old, how can it know? ……

"... answer me. Otherwise, leave! ……"

I'm leaving. And the body of the dead has sat up in the grave, lips motionless, but said-

"When I become dust, you will see my smile!"

I hurried, afraid to look back, afraid to see him follow.