An inspirational outlook on the future of life

1, youth is the scenery we have been chasing. In the face of smiles and tears, in time, we hold hands tightly, stick to the fragrance of life, and never give up the pursuit of dreams. In the Loulan of the years, sometimes approaching, facing the distant road, I always believe that everything, whether clear or vague, is in a trance, and there are always unforgettable fragments, which are the marks left by the years on the title page. After several twists and turns, I keep running on the long shore of time.

Life is like four seasons. Spring is an innocent childhood, happy and beautiful; Summer is a sweaty, hard-working young man, hard but full; Autumn is looking back on the old days, lonely and happy; In winter, the end of life is buried by thick snow. What I fear most is not the death in winter, but the desolation in autumn.

3. Let my eyes pass over the mountains and their backbones, and over the collarbone of water and water. I know, somewhere, I can put down my missing wings, gently lean against your window, like a blue flower, quietly confide fragrance and quietly dye your dreams. Or, gently hold your concern with the wind, sit in the lotus moss under the moonlight, put some bitterness in the depths of my heart, let the smile bloom into a dignified, and keep a golden age for you for a long time.

4, deep feelings, meaning. Insomnia in the middle of the night Beauty is thin and uneasy. Stick to it for a lifetime, when will you be happy? Love remains, but love remains. What is the cause of heartache? Love this life at first sight. I am sincere about life. Sorrow tears wet clothes. It's been a long time and it's hard to see each other again. Sigh the chaos of life. What is the fate of falling in love? Love is hard, so is gathering. It's hard to live in the world. Thinking and reading are also difficult. Suffering from a lifetime of hard to see each other. Broke my heart for love. Tired of love. Why do spoony people do that?

5, it is difficult to give up, the heart is difficult to stay, spent in the moonlight, and suddenly became the sand between the fingers. It is better to live forever, forget each other, go home, see the green hills looming, run all the way, and look at the horizon. Dimfragrance floats and flowers fall, but after the flowers fall, it may not be peaceful. All those looking back, holding prosperity and sadness, frowning, destiny takes a hand, have become the past.

6. Tell a love story and write a love picture. Open a love flower and cover a blue tile. * * * Drink a cup of green tea and grind a bowl of green sand. Roll up the veil and look at the crescent moon in the sky. Love is like blue and white ink, why not be afraid for a while. A prosperous idea and a gray idea, a happy idea, prosperity everywhere and brocade everywhere. I miss you inch by inch when I think about it.

7. Gently spread a plain note. In such an hour's light, write a faint note, make a thin curtain of acacia, let the deep thoughts walk in the Shui Mei Valley like the wind, look for the little smile of each flower and send it to one side. A bunch of lovesickness, a bunch of attachment, sitting under a lamp, filled with a little love song, ying ying is fragrant and dyed, and I should whisper to you in the unfolding line of the song-like years.

8. The beauty of life comes from love. If love is in full bloom, beautiful scenery will come. In the world of mortals, as long as there is a place where love passes by, I believe there will be a beautiful scenery and a faint fragrance.