Life needs to be moved.

Whenever people are quiet and idle, I often think about how to spend a person's life is not wasted. In the end, how to go through life in order to minimize regret? What on earth is what you want to keep most in your heart until the end?

When I have gone through the years, experienced the vicissitudes of life, seen the prosperity, washed out the lead, in the face of the bloody sunset, will my heart still be moved like a tide? Will my blood still run like a rolling river? Will my soul still be as light as a butterfly?

I know that I love the world so much, so touched by the existence of life, so grateful for all the hazy joy, and grateful for all the little bit of happiness. My heart is always full of a lot of moved, my blood is always hot and hot, my eyes are always so affectionate and focused.

When I am touched by a warm moment of kindness, a kind of unspeakable emotion will flow all over me, at that moment, how happy my heart is, how boiling my blood is, how happy my soul is.

In an instant, the door of my heart suddenly opened, and the propositions that puzzled me seemed to have a hazy answer: it was a feeling that I always liked, a feeling that life seemed to be surging with thousands of troops. It turns out that what I have been thinking and looking for countless times is to be moved and moved by that kind of life. No matter when and where I am, I hope I will always have a heart that is easy to move, easy to feel and surging, and a soul that can fly lightly.

The happiness I really want is the palpitations of my heart; the happiness I really want is the passionate collision between life and life. So, if I can, I am willing to burn myself to become a beam of light in the darkness of others, I am willing to give roses even if there is no trace of fragrance to stay, even though I am so small and insignificant.

Moved is not a word, but a beating heart, a moving Sanskrit song of life, a passionate dance of the soul.

Moved, such as the refreshing sweet spring, such as the intoxicating breeze, such as the rustling winter stove, let the heart clear and rich, let life moisten and warm, let the spirit bright and immortal.

A person who will not be moved is indifferent; a heart that is not easily moved is cold; a soul that cannot be moved is empty; a world that is not moved is terrible. Reading and appreciation of American articles

What is the joy of life when there is trouble in the world? Is not because of love and moved, because moved and warm, because of warmth and beautiful, happy, happy?

Because moved, so I live sonorously; because moved, so I love affectionately; because moved, so I am sincerely loved.

Because I am moved, I often burst into tears because of a certain picture or story; because I am moved, I am often deeply touched by a grass swaying in the wind; because I am moved, I am often grateful at the bottom of my heart for some touching heartstrings; because I am moved, there seems to be no hatred or resentment against the world in the bottom of my heart.

I am afraid to muddle along insensibly, I am afraid to live without a soul in a trance, I am willing to believe in beauty, to believe in truth and goodness, and to move everything around me, every plant, every tree, a worm and an ant.

God has given us a bright red and moving heart, so that we can all live with our hearts. The long journey of life, as long as you are willing to take your heart and soul on the road, a lot of scenery, you can resonate for it shock; a lot of things, are worth your gentle wait; a lot of encounter, are worth your excited blood.

May you become a creative and moving person, may you move others but also move yourself, may you dance every ordinary day because you are moved, may you love this world because you are moved, and may you not regret coming to this world because you are moved.