A person, a city, a classic word, a good word spoken by a circle of friends, is sad.

Don't try to tell others about your sadness. People who haven't experienced it will sneer. People who have experienced it will say don't think too much. People who like you will be anxious, people who hate you will be happy, and eventually you will feel desperate.

Companionship and understanding are more important than love. A person's happiest moment is to find the right person, the one who dotes on you, indulges your habits and loves everything about you.

I used to think that love was love at first sight, but later I thought that love was a long stream. Later, I felt that love was a sense of security, companionship, dependence and reluctance to let go. Now I think love is when I love you and you love me, it's as simple as that.

Everyone makes mistakes. If you really love someone, no matter what he did to you before, no matter what mistakes he made, you will forgive him.

One of the secrets of happiness is to grasp the rhythm of love. Remind yourself of the current beat at any time, step on the right rhythm, stop when it is time, and leave when it is time; Enter when it is time to enter, and return when it is time to return.

One person, one heart, wait for a lifetime. A person, a city, distressed for a lifetime. One person, one road, lonely life.

No one coaxed me when I cried, and I learned to be strong; I learned to be brave when there was no one to accompany me when I was afraid; Nobody asked me when I was bored, but I learned to put up with it. When you are tired and have no one to rely on, you learn to stand on your own feet. Don't blame anyone, don't laugh at anyone, don't envy anyone. Go your own way. If you are not strong, who will you show weakness to?