The strongest love in the world is rooted in despair, while the deepest pain is rooted in love. Love is not the joy of romance, not after drunkenness, not the blooming of spirit, it is a pilgrimage of the soul. So, please don't, don't talk about love, it's something you can't afford.
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In summer, even the hair at the root of the ear is so hot that we are used to curling up in a cool corner, and time passes us casually laughing and talking, staging a noisy farce, the plot is so subtle, from the best part to the trough, everything seems to have no end.
A tranquil afternoon, holding a green tea in my hand, quietly read the youth that had been carefully described, the beautiful and elegant words were filled with this nostalgic color, like an engraved old painting, in the precipitation of years, a cool sadness was reflected from the gorgeous colors, but it was so warm and warm that it made people feel so intimate and so lively.
I yearn for a painless love, for the path under my feet to guide me away from despair, for the journey to faithfully record the loss of my footprints, and for the years to start all over again in the tender caress. Longing for those money to go to our memories, dim lights, to avoid recreation.
Deep down in everyone's heart, there is a root that needs to be understood. Scenery personnel on the road, joy touched in the heart, we just accidentally passed through each other's life, leaving an unforgettable smell.
On a sunny day in May, wake up with the morning light, walk side by side with the river wind, sit in the sunset, sip coffee, lie on the stage and watch the stars shine, reflect the sunset, and go to the same destination as everyone else.
When we meet each other in our lifetime, sadness will not be spared. French poet Van Lehi once said: "God created man, found that he is not lonely enough, he will give his partner, let him feel lonely more deeply." Love is hidden in loneliness, and having a partner does not make loneliness disappear. Only those who can be content with loneliness can live smoothly and happily at every stage of life.
With the dramatization of life, I more and more understand the meaning of the word "superfluous". It covers the mental process of different stages of life and the truth of different levels of life, so that I can slowly learn to dominate my own life and take care of my joys and sorrows; even if I am alone, it is not a too bad situation. No self-pity, no self-abasement, no complaining, one day, one step at a time, the joy and inevitable arrival of the willow lies in our own practice.
There is an advantage at the lowest point of life, that is, no matter which direction you work hard, it is always upward. Brush off the dust on the outside, and you will see the true meaning of life. Like there is no beauty and ugliness, the world is covered with dust you are moved, all the ugliness and goodness are decorations. Everyone follows the law of balance between gain and loss. If we lose it in one place, we will find it in another place.
Things in the world are as old as they can be, but they are still falling apart and reviving every year. Light is the ripple of time, the rain falls from it. It is the man who brings the greatest happiness and the greatest pain. Man is a practical plant. He is busy watering, fertilizing and bearing fruit, but often forgets to blossom. People are hard to change. Go to the ends of the earth, who is what or what, change only the scene and scenery.
Love is like a poppy, which is a beautiful flower and an excellent medicine. But when used improperly, it can also be a deadly drug. If you don't pay attention to and grasp some of the most beautiful and precious things in life, you will often miss them, or even ask for them again and again. Sometimes these lost beauties will turn into a sharp knife, gouging blood out of your heart one by one.
Life is just home, go out, go home. All our emotional, rational, and willful pursuits and attempts are nothing but homesickness of the soul, wanting to find a person, a thing, a place that allows our body and mind to settle down in this vast and indifferent world, as if the patient had gone to bed and the libertine came home. The most photographable situation in life is not poverty and loneliness, but the loss of the ability to love and a heart of respect.
Love, like life, is an adventure, an one-way journey ending in death. I don't think living at eighty is happier than living at sixty. When the vitality of life recedes like a tide, longevity is a punishment.
Many idle afternoons, on the sofa on the balcony, a quiet boy wrote joys and sorrows in the world into scattered paintings.
(reading notes) Wutong moon
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