Talking about gold plating

1, everyone is most afraid that what they pay is the heart, but what others return is the knife. Friendship is good, so is love.

When you tell others that you are tired, you are just sad.

Don't want your own things, even if you like them again, you should know how to give up.

4. Some people we call dear but don't really like them, while others we call fools but really love them.

One of the basic abilities that adults should have is that when others no longer love you, you can't continue to love and lose yourself.

6, one day you will understand that love is not to change each other, but to grow together.

7. To understand life, we must look back on the past; But to live a good life, we must look forward.

No matter how careful you say, someone will misinterpret your meaning. So, learn not to care.

9. "What is a good job? First, it does not affect the rest of life, second, it does not affect family reunion, and third, it can support the family. "

10, my experience is that if you encounter any difficulties, you should move forward quickly and don't be grateful for the pit that makes you fall.

No matter how careful you say, someone will misinterpret your meaning.

First, the movie says that there is no fate between you and me, it's all up to me. I see. I used to think this sentence came to tears, but now I think, to put it bluntly, loving someone is really a personal matter, and you should hold the same attitude as living. As long as you want to continue, it's a big deal to cry and bite the bullet and love. Nothing in the world is predestined, but it is continuous. As long as you can be strong, love will last long; Love as much as you can bear!

Second, when someone is distressed, tears are tears, otherwise they are just salty liquids; Being cared for is coquetry, otherwise it is death.

Third, happiness will grow if the heart is simple and the world is simple. If you have a free heart, you will live freely and be happy everywhere.

Fourth, don't worry about the vague future, just work hard for the clear present.

No matter how careful you say, someone will misinterpret your meaning.

6. Sometimes, a feeling of boredom will pop up in my heart and I feel very tired. I just want to indulge myself once, hoping to get hysterical once.

7. In the depths of our souls, we are all lonely, always trying to find warmth from the crowd to resist the cold inside. But in the end, I left myself exhausted, and Xiao Yu shed tears, mixed with sadness and joy. As long as breathing and heartbeat are still there, we will trudge around, endure in pain and be numb in pain. It seems that today is solid under your feet, and yesterday has already become a cloud. Dreams need wings, and they can only be practiced through hard work and struggle.

Before complaining about making less money, work hard and learn to make yourself valuable.

Nine, growth is bound to be full of pain in life, and it is enough for us to find happiness side by side.

Time is a medicine, you master it is the antidote, you squander it is the poison.

11. If someone makes you sad, don't be sad for too long, because too often, they are troubled by their own stories, just looking at the corner of the truth from their own perspective, exaggerating the unmet needs, and just getting used to judging according to their own patterns and staying away from the truth. The truth is often not as tragic and bad as you think. In the truth, misunderstanding and self-righteousness hurt a lot, but few people really hurt people.

Twelve, the so-called growth, is to force you to a person, stumbling injury, stumbling strong.

Thirteen, don't say sorry to me, sorry can only get your peace of mind, not my relief.

Fourteen, people are tired of living because they can't put down their shelves, tear their faces, and solve their complex.

No one can go back and start over, but you can create a new ending from today.

Sixteen, people are always like this, when they have it, they are tired, and when they lose it, they know how important it is.

Seventeen, sometimes not don't understand, just don't want to understand; Sometimes I don't know, but I just don't want to say it; Sometimes I don't understand, but I don't know what to do when I understand, so I keep silent.

Eighteen, life is not long, only cherish, not regret.

Nineteen, it is the person you love who governs your temper, and it is the person who loves you who suffers your temper.

I think that one day, at a certain moment, everyone will meet someone who is tailor-made for themselves, and that person will let you know that what you need is a serious, clean and honest relationship. From that day on, you know you won't and don't want to be anyone's new girlfriend.

Twenty-one, many people have only done two things in their lives: waiting and regretting, and it is too late to add them together.

I'm not as strong as I thought, but I can't find a place for cowardice to rest.

Twenty-three, don't be confused, don't get stuck in love. Not afraid of the future, not thinking about the past. Okay, then.

There is a sad river hidden in everyone's heart. You have your pain, and I have my pain. It's not that I don't understand, but that I don't have time to manage.

Twenty-five, don't just be infatuated with love, character is more important than this. Love is temporary, but character is eternal. When love fades away, the relationship between two people depends on kindness. Take a good look at how he treats people around him. Maybe that's your future life.

Life is not waiting for the storm to pass, but learning to dance in the storm.

People often want to show themselves by discovering the shortcomings of others, but this shows their incompetence. The smarter and kinder a person is, the more virtues he sees in others; The more stupid and vicious a person is, the more shortcomings he sees in others. If you can give others steps, you will have your own steps. If you can give others face, the more face you have. Covering up ugliness is a virtue, and doing good is good.

Go straight to your heart and say it.

Go straight to your heart and say it.

First, I think I will continue to study. I don't close my eyes when I'm sad, but my tears evaporate into the air before they form. I think I will continue to work hard. After listening to the love song, I don't have to explode the bank. Those memories that yearn for love will make my mind cry. When I think of you, I feel desperate. I always make a similar figure in the street, which makes me sad.

Second, how many vows are heard in the heart, but it is still difficult to guarantee the timeliness; How much sadness, into a flying rain, so quietly wet this early winter season, condensed into cold frost and snow. The world only knows the ordinary, but it doesn't understand that frost and snow are also sad. Give me a pair of gentle hands and let me melt my sadness.

Third, withered dust, that is, rolling red dust, that touch of short and eternal love. The sadness of flowers blooming and falling shakes the thoughts like water, and whispers the delicacy of thoughts like misty rain. Looking back at the frozen life, how can Qinhuai be in this 500-year wind, 500-year rain and 500-year vicissitudes? Can there be spring flowers and autumn moons?

Fourth, spring comes quietly. Reach out and touch it? Close your eyes. Did you hear that? Open your heart and feel it? The call of distant mountains, the footsteps of trudging, and the wind of years are all on my way. Not because of heartache, not because of helplessness, not because of missing, but because of a sad music, a sad text, a sad picture.

When the spring breeze passes the fleeting lintel again, my heart will always wander in this nature with the footsteps of spring, breathing fresh breath, just like the spring between my brow and my heart, smelling the fragrance of the earth, and my heart seems to be filled with faint green, and everything is budding in this spring tide, changing the color of the season a little bit unconsciously.

Perhaps, the beautiful past can only sleep in a dream, then turn into a wisp of incense, diffuse in the face of the whole season, and then drift away memories with the wind. Looking back, the journey I have traveled has faded away from the noise of the past, and I can't even see the coming pace. I was exiled in the wilderness by time and space. After years of looting, now I only have a farewell poem, a promise and a past.

Seven, youth, is a strange illusion, gives me an empty anxiety. Sometimes, I feel that I am under the stage; Sometimes, I see myself in a dark corner on the stage. Finally, I learned that there are plays on stage and off stage, and no one can stay out of it. The flashing amorous feelings under the eyelashes took away the happiness of the years, leaving only the superficial devastation.

Eight, I was silent, watching the white clouds drift leisurely by the window, watching the naughty wind in front of me, and watching the warm golden sunshine shine through my fingers. It's really so quiet at this time that any whispers of love flow from between the lines. If missing is the beginning of lovesickness, I don't know if it's a whisper of missing or a curtain of dreams lingering on plain white paper.

Nine, the motherland is the cradle to realize our dreams and help us step into the ideal hall; The motherland is a magnificent and beautiful landscape painting, which brings us infinite pride and glory; The motherland is our great mother, who has tirelessly nurtured us1300 million people; The motherland is a belief hidden in the hearts of China people. Let's never give up.

Ten, if one day, she is indifferent to you, lack of enthusiasm, always perfunctory to your initiative and greetings, she never seems to take you seriously, you will start to feel uncomfortable, love and hate her, and complain why you are jealous and eager for her response, and why you care so much about her but never let go. Please remember this feeling, which I once loved.

Eleven, lovesick tears deep, and heaven remains our neighbourhood. A wisp of leaves is falling in the autumn wind. There is no limit to the sea of suffering, how can we turn back to the shore? After Qian Fan, how can you look back on the places you have been? Empty and sad. A person looking at the distant Millennium, obsessed with memories, can the end of reincarnation be never to say goodbye?

Twelve, the more you can't let go, the easier it is to lose; The more you try to catch it, the more it disappears. What you want more often doesn't belong to you; The more you try to grasp, the more you often lose. The more you value it, the less you can get it; The more you care, the more you can't catch it. Most of the things you want are not with you. Life is always in the cycle of gain and loss, and enjoying it is an attitude towards life. Only by letting go can we grasp the present.

Thirteen, it turns out that you have to wait until the wind and dust have exhausted the fragrant flowers before you can see the last round of clear moon flowers. ? No matter where you are, we will get together after vicissitudes. Everyone is a passer-by. I am your passer-by, you are my passer-by, and you and I are both passers-by of time. When you look back, that person has already been submerged in the vast sea of people, and we have no reason not to cherish the people around us.

14, eyes like water, but with a kind of cold talk, seems to be able to see through everything, slender fingers, skin like jelly, white with powder, seems to be able to twist the water out, a pair of lips, smiling, every move seems to be dancing, long hair hanging straight down the ankle, hair falling off, hair dancing with the wind, fragrant, slender waist, slender limbs, fairy-like and refined. Butterflies carved with pearls on their foreheads all night give off a faint light, but Emei can't hide its amazing face after sweeping it lightly. A crystal necklace around its neck is becoming clearer and clearer, a white jade bracelet on its wrist is lined with snow skin, a pair of gold-plated shoes on its feet are inlaid with precious stones, and its beautiful eyes flow like a pale butterfly that has lost its breath in the dark, appearing indifferent and out of touch.

15. A smell, faint fragrance, filled with the smell of earth, lingers in the dream at night, is woven into a long garland by the stars, and blooms by the flowing water in the wind. Slight ripples gently recite the shyness of the moon, while the rock of the stars touches Xiaolu's moist heart. Willow branches swaying in the wind, reflected in the plane mirror of the river, small fish playing, kissing the fragrance of taste.

Sixteen, put on a shoulder light ink poem, wrapped in a sincere heart. Wind, I am warm with you and practice in the port of time. Just describing memories over and over again in my mind, in the wind of the four seasons, the interpretation of life is simple or strong, which will also surprise time. Xin Xu once looked back and wished his heart would stay in the spring, listen to the wind of nature and calm down.

Sometimes, giving up is another kind of persistence. If you miss the splendor of summer flowers, you will definitely walk into the quiet beauty of autumn leaves. Everything, anyone, will become the past. Don't embarrass it. No matter how difficult it is, we must learn to get out. The years are quiet, and I really want to grow old with you. Take your time. No matter how long the night is, the day will come, and there will be cracks in life before the sun can shine in.

Eighteen, the dust is exhausted, and the horseshoe is light. Standing in the depths of the years, have you ever felt lost and in a trance when time passed? More than 30 years have passed, and the wind and smoke have faded away, leaving only one place, and the scattered youth has never existed. It's the time to pick up the old sleeves, half of them are beautifully dressed, half are lonely and plain, and the flowers fly away.

Nineteen, a boy's girlfriend slipped and fell into the water. He jumped into the water to look for it, but he couldn't find his girlfriend. He left sadly. A few years later, he revisited his hometown and saw an old man fishing, but there were no aquatic plants on the fish he caught. He asked the old man why there were no aquatic plants on the fish. The old man said: this river has never grown aquatic plants. At this point, the boy suddenly jumped into the water and committed suicide. Why?

Twenty, life is like this. If you are lucky, you don't have to pray. Prayer is useless after all. If there is no luck, there is no need to be sad. Sadness is helpless after all. Luck is just an accident in life. Whoever we meet is brilliant, happy, wrong and not sad. Facing life, we all have to accept it. Perhaps, life is a kind of incomplete beauty, and we can face it calmly and perhaps feel gratified.

Twenty-one, missing is the deep mourning of one heart for another; Missing is deep affection, deep love, silent thinking and quiet thinking; Miss, is a ray of acacia, a little care, a painful happiness; She often intrudes into my thoughts inadvertently, arouses every nerve of mine, and makes me feel a little happy in this tangled yearning, and my mood quickly sublimates.

22. My world is so quiet that I can hear my heartbeat. The blood in the atrium slowly flows back to the ventricle, and so on. Smart people like to guess their minds. They may have guessed other people's hearts, but they also lost themselves. Silly people, who like to give their hearts, may be cheated, but they may not be able to get others'. You thought I was invulnerable, I thought you were invulnerable.

Twenty-three, we run counter to each other and stick to these two different beliefs, but in the end we achieved the same goal by different routes and got the same result. Many years later, I don't know whether this is the cruelty of fate or the mercy of fate charity. Farewell is the hardest lesson in life. We have been learning to say goodbye since we were born. Say goodbye to childhood and youth; Farewell to innocence, farewell to relatives, farewell to what I once loved.

Twenty-four, I stayed up last night, listening to the wind whispering in my ear, and the wet words moistened my missing wings. Pillow a curtain of moonlight, you can't see the light sorrow between my eyebrows. Round after round, the moon is short and full, making love fall step by step. Tears, there is no way to start. A sturdy frame changed the direction of the wind and settled under the cold and heavy eaves. Feel the warmth of your attachment through the moonlight, thick but not thick, thin but not cold.

Twenty-five, others have other people's roads and their own lives. When one day others suddenly become mature and steady, will we let ourselves enter the state immediately? Our impetuousness makes us unable to recognize the reality, our profligacy makes us indifferent, and our recklessness makes us unable to see ourselves many years ago. We are young, and we have to face the youth that will eventually die.

Twenty-six, I wanted to keep this hurried time with the most sincere feelings, but after all, I couldn't sigh that the years passed, and the years faded and I didn't know how to cherish them. What has been entangled in my heart for a long time is helplessness and emotion, which is inevitably a bit bleak, just like caring and loving someone. Before I put it down and think of it, just like falling flowers, I can only look forward to it.

Twenty-seven, maybe I can meet a girl, talk about a love-related love, lie prone on a table with only black and white, draw pictures, maybe frown, maybe hold a pencil, and I will always think of her occasionally in my heart, my girl, I am thinking of you.

Twenty-eight, those who are moved, happy or even at a loss, it is best to use a small gesture to explain. No matter how hard your heart is and how narrow your mind is, it will melt into a trace of sweetness in your memory. Youth is still there. After listening to a few songs and loving a few people, time passed.

Twenty-nine, even if there is only one drop, will leave for a moment. Happiness is water, tears that gently slide across the face. Smile or bitterness is filled with satisfaction and comfort. Happiness is water, which is the sweat from the old farmer's forehead when he looks at the gratifying crops with a hoe for a while. Happiness is a free-flying raindrop, and 10,000 drops will nourish the earth.

Thirty, the road is long and the sun is setting in Xiu Yuan. The mountain road is full of red sky and residual snow. With our laughter, beautiful pictures are constantly fixed in front of us. I like to carry your bag and hold your hand forever.

3 1. Few people are destined to fall in love with her. Therefore, I always feel lucky, and it is my great honor to fall in love with her. At the same time, it is also contradictory and inferior. I am often not sure whether I am fit to carry her love. Being with her is a blasphemy or a degradation for her.

Thirty-two, some words don't need to be said, some tears don't need to flow, feelings are written in truth, and moving doesn't mean feelings. Tough summer, autumn autumn, each other through the cold winter, another spring. However, ink tassels and delicate fragrance still exist. In the end, it is just a memorial ceremony to interpret elegance and snowy moon into paper and ink flying flowers. Have a good trip and have a safe life. This is the most helpless and sincere confession.

Thirty-three, maybe there will be a past, maybe I can only see you in my memory. The world of mortals is like mud, but I met you in the deepest part of the world of mortals and left you in a hurry when the wind was light and the clouds were light. Maybe I am still me, maybe you are still you, maybe one day, in the noisy world of mortals, you can still smell each other's call. At that time, I promised you that I would indulge in the most fireworks world and never say goodbye again.

Thirty-four, thin rain, still lingering in the sky; The gentle breeze is still telling the story of the past. Whose sorrow is wrapped in the rain that comes with the wind; Who is waiting in the heart that goes with the rain?

Thirty-five, some people don't love, that is, they don't love, and it's just futile to insist. Some people are very happy and spend a whole eternity together in the blink of an eye. Some people are very lucky, holding hands, that is, they have gone through a hundred years together. If you are not a lifelong person, don't talk about it all your life, don't be reluctant to part with it, just let it go if you can.

36. Be a kind-hearted person, let your heart flow slowly with a clear stream, let the flowers bloom quietly by the stream, let the grass grow silently by the water, and let the past years move forward in warmth and gloom. Be a person who cares about the breeze, let love take root in your heart, let beauty bloom in your heart, let kindness shine in your heart, and let the fleeting time smile warmly. The heart is beautiful, and the blowing wind is also beautiful; The heart is beautiful, so is the fluttering rain. Beautiful heart, everything is beautiful!

Thirty-seven, in the years of whispering, the sunset leans against the old door and gradually sinks into the aimless smoke. Drink a bottle gently, twist a few neon lights into color, grind an inkstone into a thread, and sign a piece of paper to leave love. The swaying moon shadow is full of indifferent loneliness. In the fleeting time of light ink, I downplay my heart and eyebrows, and I count my old worries.

I really want to trust someone. But everyone is busy in this world, and everyone is so embarrassed. I can't bear to ask for other people's care. If you want to be disappointed in personnel, the only way is not to give it any hope. This is not despair, it is the only way to survive, and it is also a prerequisite for happiness.

Thirty-nine, the shadow of the withered rose, let my heart pass the chill, the pain in my chest spread, my vision became more and more blurred, my eyes were full of tears, and I slipped down my cheeks. If you leave like this, I will still stand at the intersection where we met and stare. Even if there is no hope, I am willing to watch like this, humming that familiar love song for you day and night, because you are my dream and shine in my heart.

Forty, a sunny night, the autumn wind flows slightly in the air, indicating that the final parting is coming, and the yellow leaves are tightly surrounded, for fear of being separated from each other accidentally. Even the bright moon in the sky couldn't bear to see this last parting, and she couldn't help calling the nearest cloud to cover her hazy sight.

4 1. Many things in life will be late. We always have to wait a long time when we start looking. About these guys who are late, I told them that I don't care if you are late, but I care if you will leave after you come. I just want you. If you come, don't leave.

Forty-two, finally, heartache, heartbreak, heart turned to dust. The final choice, in the moonlight, was forgotten. Thousands of times, things are different; I want to say that I am still resting, and I am finally close at hand; After all these years, you and I have finally become strangers. Loving you is always the sadness of blooming flowers and falling flowers, and it is the sadness of a moth.

Forty-three, how difficult it is to love someone, only you know. Losing all your youth turned out to be a mistake. I don't want to play dumb, but I have to admit defeat. Who can keep the missing lover? I can only pretend to be deaf and dumb, pretending that I am very happy, and I can't keep tears in my heart.

44. Some things are not knots, but scars. You are beyond my imagination, and I am beyond your imagination. How strong you have to be to forget; You are not brave, and no one is strong for you. There is nothing I can't get through, but I can't go back. Tears are brighter in the eyes and a bleeding heart is stronger. After the pain, I won't feel pain, and some will only be a cold heart. A person, a city, distressed for a lifetime.

Have you ever heard these sweet words that directly poke people's hearts?

Have you ever heard these sweet words that directly poke people's hearts?

1. I asked her if she was happy, and she nodded tearfully. I asked him if he was happy, and he smiled and waved.

Good night sucks, but I just want to tell you.

I don't like you so much every time I say cruel words, but I always hate to give up.

The clouds on your face are light, and no one knows how tight your teeth are. You smile mercilessly, and no one knows that you can only cry silently when you cry.

I passed that intersection again, but you didn't come to hold my hand.

6. I really love you. I closed my eyes and thought I could forget, but the tears I shed didn't deceive myself.

7. Too many love stories are hidden in my heart, but I don't know where to start.

8. I learned later. It's not that he can't speak sweet words. He just won't tell me.

9. I hesitated for several days and finally decided to flip a coin. I'll tell you with my face up. What should I do with my back up? Turn it over.

10. When you reached out to me, I thought I could go with you for a lifetime.

1 1. You said you couldn't understand me. I didn't deliberately hide it, but you never looked at me seriously.