How can my family give me something to send to my friends?

Thank you for your family's concern. The things have been received.

Talk about sentences suitable for sending friends:

First, time is really the best span in the world, which makes the pain pale, makes persistent people choose to leave, and then people come and go, and after vicissitudes, you will understand that everything is life and nothing can be helped by people.

Over the years, I have made many friends who have no contact with me and spent a lot of money that I don't know where to go. Time has made me see clearly what is true and what is false. I will continue to work hard in the future. Maybe you are awesome, but I may not be awesome.

Third, I have seen many people clearly, but I can't expose them. I hate many people, but I can't turn my face at will. Life is to force yourself to obey and not be humiliated.

Fourth, we haven't contacted each other since, and no matter where we go, we will still have memories. And I began to learn to forget and erase all the intersections that we abandoned in the past. Thank you for your smile. I have often felt panic over the years.

Five, the more experience, the more I feel the importance of my loved ones, the more I can't stand the difference. The person I love will always be my weakness and our armor.

6. No one in this world is indispensable, nothing is irreplaceable, nothing can't be given up, nothing must be owned, just do your best and leave it to fate.

Seven, time passes slowly, just like a flood, the distance between people is getting farther and farther. What a big thing it was at the beginning, it will eventually be diluted very lightly. -August Chang 'an "Hello, Old Times"

Eight, people's hearts are relative, changing truth for truth; Feelings are mutual, warm your heart with your heart. Good fate is not separation; True feelings together. If you look at people with your eyes, you will miss them; It is true to feel with your heart.

Nine, life is getting more and more depressed. Standing alone in the sad wind, you become less and less like yourself. What forces you to move forward is not the faint light of the dream ahead, but the abyss of reality behind you.