Inspirational talk about philosophy of life: Genius is an inspiration and ninety-nine perspiration.

1. Only by striving for upward development can the bent bamboo whip be turned into straight bamboo.

2. As long as you don't give up your efforts and pursuits, grass also has the value of embellishing spring.

Only a down-to-earth person can say: The road is at my feet.

4. Lush seedlings need water; Growing teenagers need to learn.

5. The stars make the sky dazzling; Knowledge makes people grow their talents.

6. Light candles for clarity and read books for reason.

7. Perseverance can conquer any peak in the world!

8. Heaven will be a great man, and he must first suffer from his mind, his bones and muscles, his body, his body and his actions.

9. A gentleman strives for self-improvement.

10. A tenacious seed never sings a curse song to barren land.

1 1. The human brain and limbs are the same. If you use too much, it will be effective, but if you don't use it, it will be useless.

12. Without ideal incentives, people's activities will become empty and insignificant. Chernyshevski

13. Any achievement is the result of hard work.

14. Don't let the pursuit boat dock in the harbor of fantasy, but raise the sail of struggle and sail for the sea of real life.

16. People who brag about their knowledge are preaching their ignorance.

17. Poverty is strong, and it does not fall into the blue sky. -Wang Bo

A lovesickness, a concern.

In every dead of night, I am used to listening to my favorite songs and thinking quietly.

Missing is a beautiful loneliness, and loneliness will be especially beautiful as long as it is missed.

A little frown from you or a smile from the corner of your mouth were put into my file, into the folder of memories, and the password to love you for life was added.

"Do you know what it feels like to miss someone?" "It's like drinking a large glass of ice water, and then it takes a long time to turn into tears."

The fleeting moment only took away that moment, but it will never take away my memory of you.

Care also has a name, called self-stabbing.

I can't resist the yearning that comes from all over the mountains in the middle of the night.

When I miss you, I force myself to drink a whole bottle of wine, put myself down and stop thinking about you, but after I wake up, I think your dream continues.

I have been waiting for someone, waiting for someone to turn around, waiting for a smile, and finally waiting for me to lose my smile. I am tired of crying, I am silent, I want to abandon it, I am cold, but I still miss you after that moment.

Delete the words line by line and send you the last sentence "hmm" It doesn't matter. Not all emotions should be told to you, such as my unhappiness, such as I miss you so much.

I miss you romantic and sweet, and my thoughts are hazy into a little hope; Miss you is a warm melody, friendship rings in my heart, picturesque love, in my dream, I will try my best to give you happiness!

People often suppress their nostalgia and think it is a victory.

I really want to see you. I can stand far away.

I really miss you, whether you have someone or we don't contact. My heart really hurts to think of you, and I really want to cry to think of you. I just saw a lot of your photos when I was sorting out the album, and I deleted some of them. When I deleted them, I was as upset as if I had been gouged out. It hurts the same, alas.

When will this water stop and this love end? I just hope your heart is the same as mine. Don't miss it.

Commitment is a responsibility.

1, the person who said he would never leave me has gone; Say that you love me, and hold others' hands; The man who said he would wait for me left with another man. Love, don't say it easily. Is commitment a responsibility or a kind of injury? ...

2, there is a kind of love, obviously deep love, but I can't say it; There is a kind of love that obviously wants to give up, but can't give up; There is a kind of love that you know is suffering, but you can't let go; There is a kind of love, knowing that there is no way out, but the heart can't be redeemed. Some things, some people, don't really want to forget, they will definitely forget.

Love begins with hope and ends with despair. Giving up means that I no longer have any hope for you.

I couldn't help being sad, so I slowly learned to hide. Because I didn't want to be stabbed again, I gradually learned to pretend.

5, time, let the deeper things get deeper and deeper, let the shallow things get shallower and shallower, look lighter and hurt less. Over time, love will fade and break up. Don't wait for the wrong person, and don't break your heart. It really takes a long time to understand the people and things you really miss.

6. We will never regard each other as irreplaceable as before; We will never love as hard as before until we cry.

7. Many stories often start with happiness and end with sadness. A series of hasty scratches in life will become unforgettable memories for us.

8. I was told that the memory of fish is only 7 seconds. After 7 seconds, it doesn't remember the past, and everything becomes new. Therefore, the fish in that small fish tank will never get tired. I'd rather be a fish, forget everything after 7 seconds, and the people I met and the things I did can disappear. But I'm not a fish. I can't forget the people I love, the pain I care about, and the pain of lovesickness.

9. The last love you gave me was to let go of your hand. A person's world is cold and silent, then turn around. The scenery outside the window is swaying its beauty. What falls between your eyes is loneliness. The dry river pond is quietly blooming with a lonely gesture, so far away and so close. There is only a lonely back in the field of vision, a cold wind, and you stand as a tree full of thoughts. I think, I am willing to tell myself my heart.

10, if loving you is wrong, I don't want to be right; If right equals no you, I'd rather be wrong all my life.

A kind of lovesickness and a kind of nostalgia.

It's getting dark and the night is becoming more and more obvious. The birch leaves outside the window are swaying in the wind, so I can't tell the direction of the leaves. Whether it's east or west, whether it's me or him. How I want to pray for unscrupulous wind, wind, can you stop for a while, let me see the direction of the leaf, see if it is as I imagined, and see if it has its own ideas.

In the early morning of summer, birds spread their wings in front of branches and talked to each other with unabashed eyes. Their voices wake up sleepy people like alarm clocks, and they have to walk a long way. In the summer afternoon, frogs with new limbs sang intoxicating songs endlessly by the pond, never feeling too tired and not knowing whether what they did was right or wrong; On a summer night, a cool breeze blew on my hair, and my restless heart calmed down. I think of you in the distance, and it seems difficult to sleep. Your figure floats in my mind. I really want to ask you face to face: honey, are you okay?

I will always dream of your face, always hear broken words and always think of your figure.

It is your cold and amiable face that is deeply hidden in my heart and has become eternity in my life. It is said that time can change everything and forget everything, but your face is lingering in my mind. Maybe thinking about the day and dreaming at night. No matter in the cold wind, in the continuous spring rain, or at night when the moon hangs on the treetops, you will always go through that window and brush the window lattice in the dark, bright, quiet or noisy night sky, and throw yourself into my dream, where you will always see your innocent smiling face. Those charming eyes and clear fundus seem to be wasting water, and there is no trace of anxiety. Bright eyes shine on my heart like stars in the sky; Clear eyes are like a pair of round mirrors, reflecting my figure. How I want to follow those stars and light up my life; How I want to, my figure has caught your eye, and I have been walking with your eyes. Look at your eyebrows again, as if they had been cut with a comb, so neat. I will never forget your glittering skin and red eyes. What's more special is the little black hemorrhoid next to your eyes. How beautiful it is against those eyes. Otherwise, you will always be an oblique bangs. Liu Hai brushed her brow lightly, and when she smiled, she was shaking gently. How happy I was when I saw your face.

It is too many words that make me think too much and lose my way forward. I always feel that I have been at a crossroads with dim lights, and it is difficult to choose my own path. How I want to hear your voice, what you say in my ear, and how I want to see your lips open and close. Dear you, can you give me a perfect answer? Whether you can keep me from wandering at the crossroads, whether you can accompany me through this difficult life path, as long as it is the direction you guide, your company, even if it is wrong, even if it is an impassable alley, I will choose without regrets. Because of you, as long as I can be with you, even if there are more thorns on the road, I am not afraid of any bitterness and pain.

There are too many figures by the lake, in the park, in the downtown and beside the highway, which always makes me think about your appearance involuntarily. How are you doing? How I wish I could walk to Wan Li where you are. Someone always says: If you like someone, you will definitely like where that person is. I quite agree with this sentence, which is deeply imprinted in my mind. How I want to see that beautiful place, how I want to come to your side, how I want to tell you my endless love and eternal concern for you. I really want to be with you, always accompany you without regrets, hold your small and exquisite hand, let the fragrance in your sleeve intoxicate my life, go to see flowers, the sea and the colorful market with you. Let's peek at dancing butterflies and bees; Let's pursue the happiness of diving water eagle crossing the sea; Let's experience the noise in the market. Dear, let me accompany you and travel to every corner of the city where you live.

A kind of lovesickness and a kind of nostalgia. A thousand words, it is difficult to tell my feelings for you.

I really want to tell you that you are the eternal expectation in my life, you are the lingering happiness in my memory, and you are the eternal acacia in my heart. Forever and ever, the seas run dry and the rocks crumble. I want to tell you that my heart for you will remain unchanged even though the ages are old and the seas are dry and the rocks are rotten.