A short sentence

First, the heart is natural and beautiful, the heart is natural and sincere, and a simple life can bring a happy life. After the years are shallow and human feelings are warm and cold, life needs a calm and calm, and of course it needs a self-healing. The wounds in life are all the same, and sadness and optimism depend on whose thoughts. If you want to live, you must cherish every heartbeat and take your time.

2. The furthest distance in the world is not between life and death, but between the most familiar person and the most unfamiliar person.

Third, this city is not easy to live in. It can give you fame, profit and limelight, but at what cost! Time flies like a locomotive, and the parties are at a loss and haggard, because there is still a bigger salary and a higher position waiting. This is really a huge arena, the survival of the fittest. -"Anything you want."

Fourth, the prosperity is exhausted, and I have been languishing in the wind all my life. When I looked back, there was neither sunny nor rainy. Bright moon building, lonely, no one complains, the world has my dreams. It's a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, but I can't help it, wandering in the sea of people, feeling weak. Enthusiasm, in exchange for indifference, how much affectionate loneliness. People have been in blowing in the wind, and flowers bloom and fall as they please. No matter how vicissitudes of the world, a dusty acacia, only osmanthus fragrance floating in the dark.

Five, the ice dew is like a jade drop, the banana is destroyed, and the heart is haggard. Who will accompany the Mid-Autumn Festival full moon? But lonely and drunk. Willow droops, moss yellow eyebrows, lock autumn rhyme? Who is the sad voice when the stream comes back from boating and the blue shirt plays the flute? The rustling wind broke Didi's heart The flowers are flying, and the beautiful shadow caresses the strings and hopes for your return.

Six, if not, maybe the mood will never be heavy. If you really miss it, I'm afraid your life will be hard. A glance is enough to make the heart pass the hurricane and get a deeper understanding of the scenery in the barren land. A long journey is enough to make a fragile heart haggard. Whenever I look at autumn water, I can't help crying. How can death not be calm, how can love be indifferent.

The road we walked together and the place where you lived are all prosperous and romantic cities. One day, looking for our past, walking to that road and place feels like an empty city, familiar and strange, just like between us.

Eight, in life, too much helplessness and sadness have made me thin into a tree and withered into a grass. I'm afraid that your shoulders without wind and rain can't support the strong wind of this world, and I'll blow you back to your original place, leaving me with only a few scars. So, Feng, for your better tomorrow, I can only wither my desire, stay in your heart for a while, and then leave forever, leaving me alone to drink all my sorrows and hardships.

Nine, the world is hard to say, the smoke and willows are withered and fall off, which means that they are at a loss, wearing a sea of people, indifferent and indifferent, and are destined to care for life. The deep brand does not need to be retained, it stays in the eyes, stumbling, and finally, separation.

From now on, we are just strangers. .......

Life is not a smooth journey of happiness, but always swings between luck and misfortune, sinking and floating, light and darkness. Some things can't be changed, only your own mentality can be changed. Basically, a person's attitude towards himself can determine his happiness and sadness. If you want to be happy, you can be happy. Life is a mirror. If you smile at it, it will smile back at you. You cry to it, and it cries to you.

Halfway through the conversation, we were speechless and smiled helplessly. Our people have nothing to say. I have already become a passer-by. -Simboska "After the Unexpected Encounter"

Thirteen, strange to familiar and then strange, leaving some regrets, maybe we are not familiar with it at all.

14. I thought I was not intoxicated with the prosperity of the world, nor was I sad for the bleak desolation. If you are haggard, it must be vermilion tears. I am in the depths of the world of mortals, looking back more than 300 times, I still can't smell the rouge. Looking for a ray of love, like smoke curling from a kitchen stove, looking at the ferry shallowly is already confused. I didn't mean to break into anyone's rainy season, but I was deeply stained with the feelings of parting. I can't help sighing that Iraqis are so far away.

15. The greatest pain in life is not being unclear, but being confused. If you think clearly, you are smart enough; if you are confused, you need wisdom. Live life, and finally live wisdom. Sober people know what they want, and sober people want everything. People can be sober, but they can't be sober. Let a heart appreciate slowly on the road, instead of struggling on the road.

Sixteen, life is a mistake, a harvest of wisdom. Life is practice, you practice Buddhism, I believe in Buddhism, he abides by Confucianism, and each has its own Dojo, which is doomed that the magnets of our hearts will degauss in each other's magnetic fields, which is an inevitable choice, inadvertently. People are like gyroscopes. The more people pass by, the more free and easy they turn. The years swayed with that gaunt face, less immature at that time and more determined.

I tell myself that you talk too much, you listen to others too much, you sit in a strange room for too long, your sleep quality is too poor, you think too much about mediocre things, you hope too much, and you comfort yourself too many times.

Eighteen, because I haven't seen you for two years, I have little contact, so I can only know from the photos that my appearance has changed and my hair has grown again. But I will never know that my thoughts, habits, ideals and temper have all changed. It turns out that we can't blame anyone for lovers.

Nineteen, no one wants to leave an irreparable failure, and no one wants to face an irreparable miss. In the end, this positive love and pursuit can only be suppressed, and when abandoned, it can only produce an unspeakable sadness-disability in exile.

20. Happiness in life depends on mood, and luck depends on mentality. In the long life, nothing can be seen at a glance, a temporary spring breeze is nothing, and a temporary failure is nothing. Holding a dignified joy, leaving a glimmer of hope when you are sad; Be responsible for life and be cautious about every day that belongs to you.

Twenty-one, people are more or less living according to their own model. When others are too different from themselves, they will feel angry, and when they are too similar, they will feel sad. That's all.

Twenty-two, the world is hard to say, and the smoke and willows are withered and fall off, which means that they are at a loss, covered with a sea of people, indifferent to the world, and destined to be concerned for the rest of their lives. The deep brand doesn't need to be retained, but it stays in the eyes, stumbling, leaving at arm's length and finally separating.

Twenty-three, faint come, faint go, faint get along, give people peace, give yourself peace; Come quietly, walk quietly, watch quietly, relax people and relax yourself. Fiction and fact, looking back on the past, a cloud of smoke, how many sighs ... A person can see many people's shadows, but he can't see himself, which is a person's sorrow!

24. Don't look for happiness in other people's eyes, or you will be sad forever. Don't look for dignity in other people's mouths, or you will always be humble. Dignity is given by oneself, and happiness is also found by oneself. Stay conscious at any time, try your best to fulfill your responsibilities and obligations, cherish yourself and be your own master, so that you can live more freely.

Twenty-five, nothing to do all day, only confused thoughts, panic fears, empty shadows, boring suffering, lonely sadness, dull nerves, confused faces, melancholy heart pain, uninvited, tormenting me, gaunting me. I am still like a monk who is ringing a bell-muddling along, continuing my life in a series of lamentations, bound by that disciplined fate.

I haven't seen a flower, nor have I missed a flower. It seems destined to be a kind of sadness, forever embedded in the dust of uncertain future. Maybe it's attachment to heaven. At the last moment of that bright life, you silhouette for me. I don't know. Is this a brush?

Twenty-seven, you and I are not familiar, so familiar that I don't even know your input method.