A melancholy sentence. Talk about your mood.

First, the poor and weak are often prone to blx, and they will explode all over when touched, for fear of being ignored. Only economic and spiritual independence will make you more emboldened and less angry.

Second, no one can drag you to heaven with one hand, and no one can trample you to hell with one foot. The so-called bitterness and joy in fate are just the feelings in your heart. When you transcend your own narrowness and selfishness, you will feel that heaven is everywhere; When you are entangled in troubles, there is hell everywhere. Therefore, everything is idealistic, and life is made by ourselves. Fate depends on how hard you work and how you look at it. Destiny is in your hands, in your heart.

Three, the six most precious wealth in life: first, the self-confidence on the face, second, the backbone melted in the blood, third, the belief built in the soul, fourth, the dream hidden in the bottom of my heart, fifth, the rich knowledge in my brain, and sixth, the body given to me by my parents.

Fourth, learn to be lonely in the crowd, and don't tell others if you have ideas. Also, don't believe too much what others say. Don't expect too much from others, whether morally or ideologically. You should have an indifferent attitude towards other people's opinions, because this is the most practical way to cultivate your commendable tolerance.

Don't believe everything you hear, don't spend all you have, and don't always sleep as long as you want.

6. In fact, there is no such thing as high cold. People who are silent in front of you may become talkative in front of another person. Most people can easily switch between being cold and teasing at any time. The difference is who you are dealing with. The so-called high cold is just a prelude to not opening your heart.

Seven, life does not need to be too demanding. Fireworks are easy to be cold, and personnel are easy to be divided. I don't want anything. Take one meter of sunshine to heart, make a pot of fragrant tea and enjoy it with the sky, warm a pot of hot and drunk laughter for thousands of times, send a note, hold a plain pen and two lines of paper without saying a word. Silently staring at the deep space of the years, counting bits and pieces of memories, picking up the shallow time left in the corner of memory.

Eight, sometimes, we live very tired, not because life is too mean, but because we are too easily infected by the external atmosphere and influenced by other people's emotions.

Nine, life is reluctant, looking forward to the future, the distant road is still confused. When Qian Fan is exhausted, the years turn tenderness into tears and drown them in the rolling world of mortals. They are still so clear and noisy that they cover up the vicissitudes of the years. Who will be left to lament and wander in the dim lights?

Ten, in the scorching sun, looking up at the endless sky, suddenly endless thoughts flashed in my heart, even those memories hidden in my heart that I thought I would never remember, slowly emerged in front of me! Really, all material comforts stop; It's hard to live without books. Human dignity depends on your own achievements, not on your status or birth.