On the aestheticism of one hand

Two loving hearts will not disappear because they are far apart, and deep thoughts will grow stronger because of the long night. On windy days, my heart will fly in the sweet ocean, dear, I think of you all the time!

Just like a lively party has just ended, everyone has left, and the lights have gone out, leaving you alone in the dark. People sometimes need to be lonely from the province. Only when you move from noise to silence can you concentrate on your own thoughts.

Some wounds are always painful because you always touch them.

It is a gap in time, occasionally projected into the alley of life, and sometimes it is really necessary to go this way. In fact, nothing can stop you from growing up. Even if you are alone, don't be afraid. You can live beautifully.

I never knew that love would erode people's hearts like white wine, so thick and deep. I never knew that love was the source of missing, and it kept flowing into my heart.

Love makes people strong, but it also makes people weak.

I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I am when I am with you. New love comes, old love goes.

On the aestheticism of one hand

When you like someone, do you feel that you are always not good enough?

Magnificent hexagonal petals, as light as smoke, as moist as jade and as white as clouds, quietly fell to the earth, covering Mother Earth with a quilt. Looking around, the whole world is as white as a fairy-tale snow kingdom. The fallen branches are covered with shiny silver bars.

Running is a unique experience, which combines two primitive human impulses: fear and happiness. Whether we are afraid or happy, we will go running. Running away from misfortune is also running for happiness.

Let nature take its course, which contains a lot of despair and unwillingness.