Middle-aged people's understanding of life imprisonment

Distress is the root of wisdom and a survival ability of life. Sadness is a kind of cultivation and the driving force of life. Life has no choice, but there is a choice.

No one pays too much for others, and no one gives up too much for himself, just because of reality, just because life is far away.

Paying may not win, but betting may not lose. Let's get started. Every beginning makes us sad. As long as the ending is smiling, why care about the process?

Go your own way, say your own words, understand your feelings, and be yourself. What you lose may not come back, but what comes back must be the best.

There is no rehearsal in life, and many things can't be done. If you like, you will be moved by your feelings. If not, your feelings will determine your life.

People, people, everyone has poor times, heart to heart, everyone has bitter times, be yourself, don't let yourself down, life is like a dream, don't laugh, the future is difficult.

Withered heart, lost the care of life, helpless words, always put down the pattern, a person, always bear the greatest wind and rain.

In life, there will always be a time when a person is lost. In an instant, there will always be a withered heart. Don't laugh at others, don't delay yourself, someone will always stop and ask yourself.

Seeing people is affectionate, everyone is good and everyone misses it. There are always a few careless people in life, and there are always a few people who don't like it, only to know that life is short.

After vicissitudes of life, I know that years are innocent and life is different. There is always a feeling of moving, but helplessness is also a vicissitudes of life. How many helpless, lost the love of life.

A person's world, a person's flying flowers to the moon, there is always a moment when people are old and can't understand, only to know that middle age is just a vicissitudes of life, and people forget each other, just a string of thoughts.

In short, there is always a kind of helpless tranquility, a kind of feeling, and an incomprehensible poetry to know the helplessness of life.

I don't know what makes me vicissitudes, I don't understand what makes me support, I know that life is short and the journey of life is still so far.

Lonely hands, a hug and years of wisdom are just one person's understanding, and the inner vicissitudes are just an tolerance for life.

There is always a ruthlessness in life, a person's memory is a poverty in life, years are always casual, and life is still so unsatisfactory.

Years are seamless, life is bittersweet, and there are always unforgettable experiences and understanding. Losing is also a kind of love, so is letting go. Life has no rehearsal, but it has its own future.

When you understand, others have given up, when you lose, others have left, and when you get it, you can't see the future.

Time is always a person's appearance, life is always a person's hesitation, loneliness is also a kind of heart, injury is also a forgiveness for life, and the initial regret is only a person's touch.

Unfinished roads, unfinished people, everything is scattered, everything has changed, years have changed people's hearts, mercilessly lost their dreams of life, and a piece of paper is desolate, which has become the first regret.

Learn to tolerate, learn to forgive, but can't go to the streets, learn to forget, learn to lose, but can't get a smile.