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A collection of classic bilingual stories - withering is real and blooming is just a thing of the past

A collection of classic bilingual stories - Withering is real and blooming is just a past

We will never be as happy as we imagine, nor will we ever be as happy as we imagine. So painful.

As for my tiny heart, you mean the whole world.

Sometimes, that person is right next to you. It's just that you don't know he exists because the wrong person blocks your view.

The second you think it's so late is the fastest moment.

In fact, the happiest fairy tale is no more than the simple days we have together.

Running with tears, falling gorgeously, with huge crowds of people, loving while walking.

If two people are meant to be together, eventually they will find their way back.

Life is like a new snow, take every step carefully, because every time you set foot All will leave traces.

Some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright.

Don't expose the wound easily to irrelevant people, because what others see is the excitement, But the one who hurts is himself.

I can't help doing anything for you, not asking for return, only because I love you.

No one can go back to the past and start over, but anyone can start from now on Start and write a completely different ending.

No matter how miserable the life is, it can not stop our strong will and firm smile.

I love you, but I'm sorry, I can't

I love you, I 'm sorry, thank you, that's all right

When I see you smile, all need not distressed

When I see you smiling, nothing is distressed

No matter the ending is perfect or not, you cannot disappear from my world.

Love is a carefully designed lie.

Promise is often like a butterfly, flying beautifully and then disappearing

Promises are often like the butterfly, which disappear after beautiful hover.

Fading is true while flowering is past

If you weeped for the missing sunset, you would miss all the shining stars

The sky has no wings There are no trails of the wings in the sky, while the birds have flied away.