Tell me about it.

1, happiness is not because you have more but because you care less.

2. The bitterness and sweetness of coffee lies not in how to stir, but in whether to put sugar; The pain is not so hard to forget, but whether you have the courage to start over.

If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you will also miss the stars.

As long as you live longer than your competitors, you will win.

5, life is like a dandelion, seemingly free, but actually involuntarily.

6. Positive thinking leads to positive life, and negative thinking leads to negative life.

7. Whether anyone loves us or not, we should try to be a lovely person. Don't blame anyone, don't laugh at anyone, don't envy anyone, run in the sun, dream your own dreams and go your own way.

8. Never complain about what happened to you, either change or accept it silently.

9. Don't be afraid to pick roses because you are afraid of being stung by them. Don't be afraid to ask for true love because you are afraid of being hurt by love.

10, life is only a few decades, and the most important thing is to satisfy yourself, not to please others. Why do you have to prove something to people who are not worth it? Life is better, but for yourself. ...

1 1. If life is bad to a certain extent, it will get better, because it can't be worse.

Life perception, long ancient style, beautiful sentences

This season is fleeting. Who has been singing in the moonlight for thousands of years? Who let your sadness cycle? The delicate soul drifted alone in the cold moonlight, but it was too late to forget. Flowers fall in one season and fall in one night, destined to pass by in the cycle of flowers blooming and falling, and then forget, let strangers look at each other and live in peace. A waning moon reflects the coldness of the room and confuses my endless vicissitudes.

Borrow a clear water and accumulate a pool of lotus leaf fields; Bring a breeze and touch a green eyebrow; Ink is a piece of paper, and the title is faint rhyme; The taste of green tea is faint, and I think of a piece of dust smoke. Wandering in secular buildings, singing softly in the depths of the soul, leaving it with three thousand years of glitz, but flowers bloom and fall.

Jade Palace Golden Que, Nishang Liuyao, orchestral, silk and bamboo are flat, preferring to fold willows. Who is responsible for responding and serving the purpose of yellow silk? The history of history is very short, so how should we sum up that luxurious time? When the words are used up, how can there be enough ink? Three thousand words are still too crude.

Who is whispering in the flowers, telling the melancholy? Who printed the book on the flying petals? Looking back, flying flowers like rain mottled the memory, and the tears in the dream gradually quieted down. Time, getting old in the years, and I still stay in my dream, sad alone, sleeping alone. The beauty of this season is just waiting for you to pass by, passing by my piety, just passing by.

Mountains are accompanied by water, clouds are in love with rain, and some meet, which is doomed not to last long. In the silhouette of time, some people and things are warm in their hearts from time to time. Accustomed to looking back, those unexpected eyes, the warmth of knowing each other and cherishing each other, even if it becomes the scenery on the other side, there is no regret for this once shining attachment in life.

Time flies. A city of old things, missing for life. Autumn night, the moon is as cold as frost. Fold a melody, drink a cup of old wine, invite the wind, and drink lightly. The joy of wandering in the fleeting time, without saying goodbye, has quietly gone. My heart is still in place, withered. Waiting for you, just because you owe me a mark of past lives. Falling flowers all the way, the autumn is cool.

I think, if thin and cool has color, it must be the stone blue and cool color in Chinese painting, the blue of the blue cloth shirt worn by men in the old society. Under the flames of war, I experienced drift from place to place and falling apart from my relatives and friends. The blue shirt has been stained with a sad color and a thin color.

Time will never stop because of which one of us, because no one is whose beauty, and no one is the end of the road. The days go on, and the mileage of life is endless. After reincarnation again and again, we will find that the old man still looks at us with his young eyes, with concern and comfort in his eyes and a little worry.

I want to knock some wind flowers and pick up some snow moon, but I find that what I knock out is still a little quiet life. Maybe words are just moments of thought, just an exit. In a blink of an eye, the years of Jinse passed in a hurry, and it was another moment of youth. The taste of the world is naturally happy, but tasteless is indifferent. Since you don't want too many auras, then hide yourself, pack your bags and carry the world. Make it mine and move forward proudly.

Fill the cup of sorrow and drink the pain of missing. Time has given us ever-changing shapes, but what cannot be changed is the waning moon. Between the eyebrows and eyes, the dim light of lamps and candles appears in front of the window: who is leafing through the wounds in the calendar, who is thinking about the long-term release of the heart, who is still whispering deeply, and the wound of rolling bead curtain is better than the melancholy waves, filled with boundless breath and nowhere to die.

I can get a lot of things without wanting them. Many people can stay even if I don't stay. You are like sunshine between your fingers, warm and beautiful, but you can never catch it. I walked in the desert of love and lost my way; The scenery along the way can only be forgotten while walking. No more struggles, no more entanglements. Time is like water, always speechless.

Playing with the world of mortals, I became a wound in the cycle of life, gently bouncing off the dust on my body. Who has exhausted the thoughts of the end of the world, those prosperous sorrows have become the past, leaving me to look for it in situ and gently look for traces of the past. A west wind blew my mind away. In this life, who promised to give me half a city of smoke and sand? A thorn in a tree hurts my eyes. Who will protect me from death in this life? No one can understand the language of flowers, who is lingering with flowers.

I also spent sleepless nights where there was no rain. Just a thin heart can't solve the joys and sorrows outside the curtain. Even if I don't want to rewrite it, I have chosen my own way. I have no regrets at the beginning, but I should be more worthy of the future. I am not late for no reason, and I feel the ripples step by step. Everything is brilliant and light.

A relationship, with the years dried up, a curtain of worries, with the falling flowers withered. Who can untie the fallen petal? Who sent the fallen flowers? Recalling the past, turning around and looking back, you and I will fall into the world of mortals. Now, never give up, you and I lost the love of our lives, touched the gray, and how many memories eventually turned to dust; How many thoughts turn into clouds; How many hairs turn white.

If life is just like the first time, you don't have to draw a fan in the autumn wind. It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change. Lishan language is clear at midnight, and the rain bell doesn't complain at night. More importantly, if you are lucky enough, you will be more willing than before. Love doesn't have to die, the fragrance is just right, and ruthlessness is not necessarily a refusal. I just want you to remember: love at first sight.

A world of mortals love, a thousand years of love, a few strands of acacia across the bank, how many old dreams have been secluded? On the water side, I would like to take a boat with lotus fragrance, cross Qin Mingyue and tang style Song Yun, and find you on the vast Xizi Lake! I just want to ring for you every night when I miss you, gently; I just want to smile for you and erase the dust in your life!

With a wave of Su Zhi's hand, first frost is innocent, a curtain of dreams is near the railing, and the wind kisses the window lattice, which are your deep eyes overlooking, full of tenderness, spreading the softness of the whole world, as light as blue, bypassing my hair, swaying gently, plain and lovely, just for you. There is a dream in the world of mortals, and the years are fleeting. Time flies, the dust is misty, and the feelings are sincere and sincere. I can only give you this life. Purple smoke is drunk, willows are red, clouds are fluttering, shadows are elegant and light, blooming in your sea of clouds, picking your favorite heart in my pink core.

The dust is leisurely, the wind blows gently, the valley is shallow and soft, the moonlight fills the air, and the veils dance, but whose shadow is elegant, caressing the whisper of a vine, shocking the dust, yearning, faint, clear, graceful, lotus skirt, Shanshan, fragrant wind, touching the thin shadow and swaying the long-cherished wish of screening the stars, teasing.

The past is lazy, the bright moon is here, the wind gently shakes the leaves, rustling in the early autumn dusk, acacia sends sorrow. Who can comfort, the mood is sad and thin, the night is still early, who doesn't sleep, the moonlight is sad and tears, being alone, thinking or breaking, the moss turns into snow late, seeing flowers without thanking, and thousands of cities don't forget to do it. Tao is reincarnation, and I don't forget my feelings.

Nanshan farewell song, infatuation, autumn wind blowing bead curtain, water lily, September dust, rouge tears red. Face-lifting, fat poetry, singing early spring with one piano, full of poetry and painting, dripping with nectar, if the water is 3,000, just take a ladle of water, lightly hold the Song poetry, the jade inkstone, the lonely snow shadow, the peach blossom, the chilling window, the agarwood, and Qin Qing are drunk all over. Singing drizzle, purple smoke curled up, dancing under the moon and getting drunk with the breeze.

The moon shines in the deep courtyard, and the people in the secluded path have not returned. When you play an old song lightly, the flowers are also sad. The past is vivid, and spring returns to the earth. Yao Si, the bright moon is still speechless, pointing to Sandy, can't finish playing with her heart. Liang Xiao is lonely, ChanJuan is lonely, clear and soft, acacia is flowing, melancholy is lingering, tears are flowing, and tears are cold and cool. The night is cold, the birds are whispering, and the soft breeze is dazzling.

After several worries, I asked the flowers for nothing. Who will send the breeze and the bright moon and leave the capital empty to bury flowers? When I met you, plums cleared the dust first, and the south of the Yangtze River was misty and rainy. A piece of pure white and delicate snow propaganda, like flying flowers and smoke, gently knocks on each other's hearts. Deep in the Millennium Hutong, the wind returns to the bamboo language, and a glance under the umbrella of 24 bones looks like an old friend returning home. From then on, I fell in love, September, and fell in love.

Full moon flowers, swaying wind, a cold moon lamp, yellow leaves flying, drunk and dreaming, red cinnabar tears, moon condensation rain, dusty wind, heart flowers, cold flowers and autumn millet, no three-inch eyes, alone in the West Building, in the starlight, it is difficult to warm the face, it is difficult to be alone, frost and snow, beauty fu, peach blossom wine, pear flower dew. Father's thousand songs, thousands of waters and Qian Shan, graceful flowers and shadows.

Delicate and soft, take a few handfuls of fine water. A farewell song will break the string and funeral music will be played. After a lonely night. Clear ink and full pen readings remain unchanged. Wet red hate ink shallow seal topic, want to solve tears. Turn your heart to the wind and write down your inner thoughts. Gaunt and damaged, how much prosperity and red buttons, Iraqis are getting thinner and thinner. The crescent moon shines on the west wing like a hook, so the pillow is sleepless and the night is cold. There are thousands of lanterns, and there is no chance of lovesickness. If you are obsessed with words, don't be ashamed of being young.

I once wanted to ferry to the Peach Blossom Garden alone, but I didn't want to open a pool of gulls and herons, but I was helpless in the final struggle. I tried to hold a glass of Mei Huajiu and till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon, but I ended up with a banquet. I wanted to soak in a piece of paper fragrance and live in a piece of pure land, but I wandered in the noise of the ages.

Thoughts, dust, dreams, flowers and dances, as well as thoughts, breezes and butterflies. Tea adds fragrance, singing partner. I was there when you came, and I was there when you didn't come. Looking forward to the world, sending love to the distance. I hope to spend a lot of time, but I feel lonely. Who is the heart for? Lonely lamp and thin shadow, who is love? A mood and a glass of sake. Eyes full of haggard, heart full of sadness. The porch window is dark and the moon shadow is fragrant.

The flower shadow is melancholy, the sake invites the dream to drink, the clouds are about to drip, the ice moon bay is cold, the ink and jade beads are dripping, the essence is exhausted, the powder tears are raining, the pen and ink sing with the blue, and the beauty is fascinated by the peach blossom dream, but it is empty. If you want to enjoy the Yuanyang, you don't want to enjoy the fairy. The flower rain is the core, and the picture scroll is strange in the snow, but the dew can't be so fine. A plum blossom blooms in the courtyard, birds fall on the branches to listen to the broken rain, mottled stars are fascinated by Kazuki Watanabe musician Mo, and they monopolize the enchanting music.

Life perception, long poems and beautiful sentences

Konoha has returned, and the waning moon is windy. The news is half gone with the wind, and I feel homesick tonight. Autumn rain, autumn rain and west wind blow away half.

Nalan Rong Ruo's Nalan Ci

Who does Xiao Li hate? The snow suddenly turned over the fragrant pavilion, and the breeze blew the bottle of plum, and the heart turned to dust.

Nalan Xingde's Jiangnan Dream

The wind is blowing and the water is crystal clear. A mirror of wet clouds is still clear, and the rain clears up.

Who sweeps snails in dreams? Outside the curtain, the fallen petal is red and small. It's quiet to sleep alone. Where's the trouble?

Jin people are friends with their children and grandchildren in the temple.

The lotus wind is light, the lotus is cold, the rainbow is broken, the window is red, and the curtain hook is first released. The fields are covered with green, and fish are floating in the sunset. At this time, the painting pavilion hangs on the sheep's nest and sleeps and combs her hair.

That old path, that road, is heavy and full of sadness everywhere. I want to swim on Lake Furong. The red dress is messy, lying and watching the peach leaves send to Lanzhou. The afternoon wind blew down the dream of Jiangnan, which was full of dragons.

Nalan Rong Ruo's Golden Gate

Who turns over the bleak music of Yuefu, the wind is rustling, the rain is rustling, and the snuff is thin for another night. I don't know what bothers me. I'm bored when I wake up, bored when I'm drunk, and I never dreamed of going to Xie Qiao.

Nalan Rong Ruo's Tsesang

Life is like a flower in March,

I will miss it all my life, and it will come like a flying flower.

I don't know the age limit when I am drunk.

Several rounds of spring scenery are like jade.

If the breeze doesn't know the language, how do you know the scenery love?

Thousands of years of the same flower, the sea alone becomes a field.

Laugh for a thousand years, laugh at the bustling world.

Sigh that Mr. Liu doesn't blow cotton, knowing that you are around.

Nalanrongruo

The moon is affectionate Ying Xiao Wo, and now she is laughing at me.

Live up to the desire for love, walk alone and sing alone.

I dare not say what happened at that time recently. It was all blue-collar.

The moon is shallow and the lights are deep. Where did you find the clouds in your dreams?

Nalan Xingde's Picking Mulberry Seeds

A dream is absurd, a dream is half ringing, and it is difficult for several people to think about it;

A drama, the spring shirt is embarrassing, who can solve the red makeup;

In the last chapter, the past turned yellow, so the old man started again;

Immortals, young and frivolous, why not forget each other.

Huajian old story

Recalling the original exploration, the wind in Yang Liuyi was blowing in the wind; Now back on the road, snowflakes are flying everywhere. I think about it today, and the rain and snow are decadent.

People who know me worry me. What do I want if you don't know me?

The Book of Songs

The Millennium is frost,

Wide sleeves fluttering, where now?

After many vicissitudes, after many hesitations.

The clothes were foggy and finally became masterpieces.

Zhao Fengnian's Sun Jade Bracelet "Return to Han and Tang Dynasties"

West wind, Yangtze river, golden head tree, looking at the Huaihe River.

Tang Xianzu's Peony Pavilion

Being busy makes people idle and have no place to be happy. Killing people in the daytime is heartbroken. There is only unspeakable love in the world. Tang Yuming once again passed, and the red candle greeted people, and the handsome mountains and rivers helped each other. But lovesickness pays off, and the Peony Pavilion is on the road of life.

Tang Xianzu's Peony Pavilion

Such flowers and plants are loved by people, and life and death follow people's wishes, and no one complains, whether it is sour or bright.

Tang Xianzu's Peony Pavilion

For you, it's as beautiful as flowers and jade, like water passing by. This is a question of looking around in a quiet boudoir and feeling sorry for yourself.

Tang Xianzu's Peony Pavilion

It turns out that colorful flowers bloom all over the world, which seems to have given the ruined wall, beautiful scenery, family courtyard, sunset, clouds and green pavilions, rain and wind, smoke boats, and Jinping people to see this shame!

Tang Xianzu's Peony Pavilion

I was shocked to find that my lovesickness was hidden because it was already in my bones.

Tang Xianzu's Peony Pavilion

Life perception: a long sentence about aesthetic emotion and artistic conception.

First, it must be good for someone to be jealous of you, but you should try to live up to this jealousy.

Happiness won't miss anyone, it will find you sooner or later.

Third, I am not perfect, but I am a complete self.

Fourth, wait and wait, I have waited. I already care about whether I care or not.

Five, some constraints, we asked for it; Some pressures are self-sufficient; Some pain, we volunteered. Recalling the past is time-consuming and meaningless. There has never been an innate misfortune, only the persistence of not letting go. Don't look away. Envy, jealousy and hatred are all misguided. Only by insisting on being yourself can you see the next second. Don't take some people too seriously. What will accompany you to the end is you and your shadow.

Sixth, practice is to cultivate a grateful heart. People come empty-handed and return empty-handed. Everything is a gift from the world. None of these gifts is bad, and we should be grateful. Grateful, grateful pain makes you awake; Appreciate that failure brings you close to the truth; Gratitude for loss makes you know how to cherish; Appreciate that life gives you energy; Appreciate that success makes you feel happy. Happiness is a sweet feeling, only a kind heart can feel it.

7. Do you always change your bottom line for one person? Keep making excuses for others and try to forgive them. But, silly boy, maybe he doesn't like you that much.

Life is not waiting for the storm to pass, but learning to dance in the wind and rain.

9. Married life is like a long conversation. When you want to get married, you must ask yourself this question. Can you still talk and laugh with this woman when you are old? Everything else in marriage is short-lived, and most of the time together is spent in conversation.

Ten, there is always a certain section of the road, you can only walk alone; There are always a lot of things you need to carry alone. Don't be afraid of loneliness, it can help you outline a clear picture of inner turbidity, which is a fate course you can't refuse; Don't avoid hardships, don't let the dust in the cold world freeze your smile and delay your steps. The longer you walk, the older you get, and the lighter your heart becomes. Can't forget yesterday, it is the shadow that binds you; Looking forward to tomorrow, can be described.

The world is a mystery and we are all strangers.

Twelve, I want to find a fresh-keeping box to put all the touches you have given me; When I don't like you so much, I will take it out and savor it.

Thirteen, in this bizarre world, no one can live a flowing life. But I always believe that those who have experienced all kinds of disasters and tasted all kinds of tastes will be more lively and clean after walking through Pinghu misty rain and years of mountains and rivers. Time is always a bystander, and all the processes and results need to be borne by yourself.

Fourteen, no painting is not evaluated, no painting is not discussed. If you are silent, someone will accuse you of being too smart; If you are good at talking, someone will accuse you of bragging; If you praise others, someone will accuse you of ulterior motives; If you criticize yourself in good faith, some people will fly into a rage and think they are meddling. Can you live just by looking at other people's faces?

Fifteen, the current efforts or depravity are a kind of accumulation, and they will silently pave the way for you. Endeavour will gradually flatten you, and depravity will lead you astray. Everyone was full of youth, but how many people encouraged themselves in time and how many people sighed late? When the leaves fall, I realize how lucky we are to get together; When flowers fade, I know that blooming is so short. For the rest of your life, you are young and free to bloom. Don't live up to this fleeting late autumn.

Sixteen, with tears in my eyes, I read and reread, but I have to admit that youth is a book that is too hasty.

Seventeen, if you do something, there is a strong sense of waste in your heart, whether it is in front of a group of friends, attending a party, doing a job, or even facing a lover, once you think why do I waste my time here? You must leave, don't continue to treat yourself badly, your heart is not a public toilet.

Eighteen, life, people should be relaxed, the heart should be at ease.

Nineteen, when you are in trouble, never leaving is a timely help. When you are stable, never giving up is a pity. When you are proud, never giving up is the icing on the cake.

Twenty, don't be confused, don't fall in love, don't be afraid of the future, don't think about the past, it's safe.

2 1. Happiness means having a grateful heart, a healthy body, a satisfactory job, a lover who loves you deeply and a group of trustworthy friends.

22. If life is just like the first time, will it be more prosperous as a fleeting time?

Twenty-three, more and more understanding; In life, there are many things that make us feel ups and downs, and there are also many things that make us dumbfounded. If we all care, we will all be angry and our hearts will be intoxicating and broken. Life, can't haggle over every ounce, everything is competition. There are many things I don't like; There are many things I can't stand. What can make us peaceful is still plain; What can make us quiet is indifference. Awakening is not always good, confusion is not always bad, and peace of mind is the best.

24. Everyone has a tattooed lover in his life. Fire can't be put out, and water can't be flooded.

Twenty-five, walking in the world of mortals, everyone has tasted the ups and downs, and tasted the warmth and warmth of human feelings. Walking makes the outline of life gradually clear, learns to let go of many things, and learns the great significance of tolerance and understanding to life. Life, this is a difficult trek, with an indifferent attitude. Give yourself a good mood, look forward to it, the wind blows your face, and it is very comfortable; Give others a natural smile, the breath will glow, the incense will kiss you, and the heart will warm.

26. Is there a moment when you want to escape and give up, feeling that all your efforts have been in vain and what was once important is no longer meaningful? There is really no need to make any decision at this moment. Just like waiting for the dawn in the dark, all you need is to wait, wait for this moment and become a thing of the past.

The greatest happiness in life lies not in having it, but in the process of pursuing it. Happiness is on the road, not at the end. Life is like a delicate chess game with no solution. Instead of pursuing solutions, enjoy the game with your heart. Nothing in the world is difficult for one who sets his mind to it. Too much emphasis on the perfection of the result will only make the process empty and boring, and the result may not be as you wish. Let go of your obsession with your goals, but you can do better.

28. I want to talk about an aboveboard love. My parents know that, and so do his parents. When I am bored, my mother will naturally say, Tell him to take you out to play.

Twenty-nine, be a faint woman, don't float, don't rush, don't care about flashy things, don't pursue, don't force. Live your life indifferently, don't be vigorous, just feel at ease.

Thirty, there are always some things that will happen whether you like it or not, and you can only accept them; There is always something, whether you hide or not, it will come, and you can only face it.

Thirty-one, I can't stand the present state and I have no ability to change it. Angry at his incompetence, but never tried.

Thirty-two, time does not necessarily give birth to love, but we must look at people's hearts, and time will tell the truth.

Don't underestimate yourself, everyone is in the sky. Many times, it's just that we are blinded by obsession and can't see more choices.

We always forget that happiness is not to get what we don't have yet, but to know and appreciate what we already have. Maybe that's the case. True happiness does not depend on any external people or things, nor does it come from fickle emotions and feelings, but a clear, happy and calm state of mind. The biggest obstacle to happiness is asking too much for happiness.

35. There are always imperfections in life, bitter tears, regrets, deep grievances and regrets. Life is also perfect, which always makes us laugh in tears, realize in regret, hide happiness in resentment and love in hatred. To see if life is perfect, we should underestimate those imperfections and enlarge those possible perfection. As long as your heart is perfect, the world is perfect. So what we cultivate is a heart that loves the world.