Chat in a circle of friends, I am still waiting for you here in the storm.

1, I'm still waiting for you here in the storm.

2. When all fantasies turn into bubbles, who knows that it hurts?

3. Greed is the truest poverty, and satisfaction is the truest wealth.

Genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent effort.

Play your memories in your mind like a movie. Everything in your diary is about you.

6. Don't worry that you will have difficulties. Those things, when time passes, are not worth worrying about.

7. The real function of tears is to wash your eyes and let you see the person who makes you cry.

I'm sorry, I can't live without you, but I don't like to defile the beauty of this world.

9. When your ability can't control your goal, you should calm down and experience it.

10, staring at the silent night, with tearful eyes leaning against the building and smiling, plain clothes Rulan is the depth of this feeling.

1 1, the environment will never be perfect. Negative people are controlled by the environment, and positive people control the environment.

12, being superior is not noble. True nobility should be superior to the past self. Hemingway

13, people who can see through three aspects of you are trustworthy: the sadness behind your smile, the love hidden in your anger and the reason for your silence.

14, life is not always beautiful, but those struggles can make you stronger and those changes can make you smarter.

15, do you have four appearances: one is crazy in front of friends, the other is perfect in front of lovers, the other is fragile when you are alone, and the other is quiet in a strange crowd.

16, the songs of the years wander on pale paper, writing down lines of attachment. The sad melody continues to spread. Does the smile in this song make my thoughts lose their direction too soon? Let me be a fragrant poem without pen and ink.

17. Did the tears dry yesterday? Do the glittering and translucent tears still leave traces on the cheeks? Who cries in the deep heart? Dark tears in the palm of your hand are foggy. Whose heart is confused?