How many things are powerless, how many people are, how many people are together, how many people are missed, how many people miss it, how many people are in trouble, how many times they have come and go, just one is familiar with this year, and the other side is strange.

Life, how many blessings are just a kind of touch, talented man and beautiful woman, the beauty is full of beauty, just a belief, the other is indifferent, time passes quietly, the sea of ​​people is helpless, just a kind of understanding, two scenery.

Love and hate are just a past event. The wind blows away, people are helpless, and they go to work, loneliness, illusions, and loss. The past is written off. You are yours and I am mine, and I am the dreams of the vast sea. I can’t tell who is who is who.

I missed the past in my heart, but the heart is always unable to explain clearly or see through it. A scenery hides too much loss, a helplessness hides too much indifference. Are you, me or me, just apart.

Time is ruthless, the aging of the face, the prosperity of longing is just a kind of loneliness in the heart, what love is, what longing is, understanding is a kind of hurt, and missing is a kind of scenery.

Love, you are separated from each other, relatives, you are a scenery and a blessing in your heart. If possible, wait for one to believe, believe one to blessing, be grateful to the other yesterday, cherish yourself and protect your family.

A clear heart cannot be explained clearly, and the lost scenery hides too many stories, but your heart, my heart, dreams in the wind, and things in fate hide too many, too many, and cannot be explained clearly.

One yesterday, one loses, one understands, and the other lets go. Love and hate are both a kind of mentality, and waiting is also a kind of lingeringness, scenery and prosperity, loneliness and aging, but the yesterday in my heart has lost too much, and it is too late to have too much today.

Learn to dress up, give others a kind of appreciation, learn grammar, give others a kind of cultivation, learn patience, give others a kind of wait-and-seeness, and be a long life, be a pretending stupid person.

Only by giving up boldly can you recognize noble cherishing, learn to refuse, let life have a height, learn to let go, let go, let life be noble, learn to hide, and let yourself know how to cherish.

Learn to arm yourself, weigh the time difference, do not go to work, strengthen organizational skills, adjust thinking and management skills, and do not have extreme replication thinking. You must position your journey and plan your practice.

Give yourself an answer, the answer is to be polite, refuse as a supplement, speak less and listen more, do not panic when encountering things, prepare in advance, and understand the world. If you are together, gather together; if you are not together, you will disperse, stay away from being unintentional and unimprovement, and move towards the improvement of every day.

Things in the world are changing, don’t complain, there are many roads, many things, many hardships, always so helpless, always so difficult to understand, learn to endure, learn to see clearly, cherish every little thing, and be grateful for the understanding of the whole world.

Too many ways are just a mood, too many things are just a kind of dedication. If someone remembers it, there is a desire to lose it, a kind of waiting and watching, two fingers are tightly clasped, what can I ask for in my lifetime?

This is not, it is eighteen years old, that is not, it is twelve years old, it is not understand this is twenty-three, it is not understand this is twenty-five, and now, it is tired if you understand it, and it is sad if you know it.

There are many things hidden in my heart that I can’t say it out or see it. How much love, how much longing, how much touching life is written, how much understanding, and how many illusions are just a blessing in life.

Heart and heart are just a style of life, destiny and oneself, loss and old age, just a pattern and vicissitudes, blessings and fate, one is difficult to understand, the other is difficult to imagine, the one is difficult to cry, and the shadow is crying when he thinks of it.

Ten years, eighteen years, ten years, leaving the 18-year-old self, looking back, there are so many helplessness and sadness, stories and scenery, just a stroke of writing, but the heart is still a blank piece of paper.

Things in the world change so much. You leave yours, I look at mine. If I can meet you, I want to meet my own heart. I say sorry, thank you, and say you have made you wronged. My favorite heart has never rested.

I am satisfied with the next life, and I am satisfied with the present life, and I am unable to tell the sufferings of this life, and I am unable to tell the truth, and I am giving up and parting. If I let go, I can be happy, but I would rather pretend to be stupid all the time.
Chapter completed!