Everyone has his own story, everyone is ordinary, but different.

There are many kinds of life and many kinds of vicissitudes, just as there are no two identical leaves in this world, and there are no two identical people in this world. Every life is a unique individual in the world, with its own story, lonely journey and unique life and life value. Everyone's experience is a book.

The world is a big stage. Throughout my life, write about myself and let others see it, even if you don't let me. See others compare themselves, learn nutrition, improve themselves, and write about themselves seriously. Because in the writing of life, there is no modification or deletion, and there is no chance to draft and see others. In fact, we are also reading ourselves, truth, goodness and beauty, as well as hypocrisy behind hypocrisy, ugliness behind beauty and cunning behind smiles.

Everyone's experience is a book, everyone has a happy and sad experience, everyone has his own story, everyone is ordinary, but different. Good writing, poor writing, thick writing, thin writing, wonderful writing and mediocre writing. It's up to you. If you write it, no one else can replace it. You must always cherish and do everything with your heart, so that your life can be brilliant.

Life is our carrier. It is said that life is not easy. In fact, the most tiring thing is often not the distance and hardship of the road, but the depression in your heart. What makes people most desperate is often not setbacks and blows, but the darkness of the mind. Life will not give in to anyone, nor will it be biased towards anyone. If we love it, it will be good to us and will give us happiness. Most of the ups and downs of life can be crossed. As long as you make unremitting efforts and go out with strength, you will always feel that the gully is nothing.

The experience of the world, let the heart close to the truth, let the heart go to the extreme, which is also the direction that the sages have taken in their lives. Cloth is warmer than silk cotton, and coarse tea is more fragrant than rice. To be a clean stream in the world and interpret the inner strength of life, relying on this transcendental spirit, the wind blows through the blue sky and leaves dust lightly, becoming the most leisurely gesture of life.

Life is like this. There are joys and sorrows, there will naturally be clutch, and there will naturally be an end when there is a beginning. It's just a reincarnation. You gain something, you lose something. The key is whether what you see and lose is as you wish. All our efforts, including searching, are in a race against time.

There are too many stories in life, happy stories make us firm, and painful stories make us grow. So many stories add up to life, a book of our lives. Everyone is a book. The book was written by ourselves. Everyone has his own ideas about life, family and love, but everyone looks ordinary, but they all have a series of experiences, tortuous stories and a series of mental journeys.

Everyone is writing his own book with his own life, whether noble or humble, rich or poor, happy or miserable, one day you will find the value of this book. Maybe you are still unfinished, maybe you are unwilling, maybe you are full of ambition, and these are unnecessary. Those words, whether sad or melancholy or exciting, can't be rewritten at the end of the song.

Life is different, and everyone has different expectations and understanding of the world. Everyone's life experiences are written in books with different contents, condensing their own experiences and tempered feelings. In every text, it is the melody of the soul and the accumulation of life. There are years of agarwood, the origin of the integration of spirit and flesh, vicissitudes and tranquility, ups and downs, tears and dreams.

Write your life with your heart, write every word and chapter well, don't ask if it is wonderful, no matter how much pain and tempering it contains, every book is exquisite. Regardless of the length or thickness, it is the splendor, wealth and glory of life to persist in writing bravely.

Life is an endless slavery, so don't be afraid to refuse hardships. Transcending suffering is the power of life. On the journey of life, we must walk in the mountains and plains and taste the ups and downs. Any experience, whether it is success or failure, will always leave some traces on the trajectory of life, and when you look back suddenly, you will benefit a lot.

When one day we look back, the road of life is colorful or pale, brilliant or dusty, depending on where we went yesterday, what we did, what we pursued, what we achieved, what kind of journey we will start tomorrow, who we will meet, and what kind of full moon, joys and sorrows we will experience.

You don't know existence until you experience it, and you don't know life until you experience it. The greatest gain in life is between casual experiences. Over time, there will always be some scenery that will make people regret and miss, and there will always be some indifferent parting when they meet. No one can capture all the details of life. Efforts may be just a process. I didn't taste the joy of victory, but I tasted the frustration of failure. So I began to sigh, eager to gain, hoping to get what I wanted.

The most important thing in life is not the result of harvest, but the process of various experiences. Whether this process is valuable or not depends entirely on your own mentality and cognition. Giving life a happy and fulfilling process is more important than anything else. Even if we can't change the reality, we will always learn to control our hearts and smile and reap the process of our efforts.

Those unknown efforts, those sad experiences full of sweat and tears, are like a pot of old Pu 'er. At first glance, the soup is turbid, but the fine products are refreshing and refreshing. Between tastes, we seem to talk to time, looking for a dull and happy in silence. The harvest gained from experience is a state of pain and happiness.

Frustration makes us stronger, loneliness makes us more beautiful, and we no longer exaggerate our suffering. Although we lament that things are unpredictable, we are still grateful for these experiences, smearing gorgeous colors on our lives, and then accepting the contradiction between reality and ideals frankly, so as not to let confusion blind our eyes. I believe that the process is always more exciting than the result.