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Aauto Quicker is in the mood to say some sentences that can express his feelings about life.

1. Sometimes, I always feel time is like a river. We just sat on the shore and watched it flow away quietly.

2, a falling flower can make people cry; One note will grow lovesickness.

3, time is long * * * The certainty that we have walked together is the stability of the years on the earth. This affectionate hand-held fireworks will not live up to time.

The furthest distance in the world is not that you don't know I love you when I stand in front of you, but that you can't hear me say I love you when I stand in front of you.

It's a pity that time is in a hurry and life is in a hurry. We are all just passers-by, wandering in every corner of the world of mortals. I came in a hurry and went in a hurry, leaving only a few memories in my heart.

6. I don't like you when you like me; If you love me, I like you; When you chose to leave, I fell in love with you.

7. There is an unspeakable secret joy, and there is also a homesickness that is lost in the fog and refuses to let go.

8. A stranger who passed by just for that sentence taken out of context, an empty memory in a mirror and a dream made the years pass without a trace. When love comes back, there is a place for it. Those who taste it, are fascinated by the eyes, and those who taste it deeply, get into the marrow and get the heart. A little beauty turns into a butterfly and corrects her heart knot. Delicate old feelings turn into tears, pure as dust. A faint dream, falling into the dust, is still fragrant.

9. Remembering the past without regret, without words, acacia haunts my heart. You are the knot that I can't untie in this life. Day after day, silence stares. Count how many dusk, dreaming together. Dream words, full of complaints, a wisp of paper and ink, a book depicting long-distance solitary smoke. The wind doesn't tell loneliness, the wind doesn't write suffering, and my shallow words and pen and ink have already told me the distant thoughts. Never change.

10, thoughts pass through your fingertips and condense into indifference in your heart. When I am alone, there is a transparent loneliness and helplessness in my mind, which stirs up a river and releases a touch of sadness.