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You have to remember the people who held the umbrella for you in the heavy rain, the people who helped you keep out the outside world.

The person who silently accompanies you in the dark, the person who makes you laugh, the person who chats with you all night.

The people who visit you in the car, the people who have cried with you, the people who have accompanied you in the hospital, the people who always think of you.

The people who take you around and say they miss you.

It is these people who make up the little bit of warmth in your life, and it is these warmth that keep you away from the haze.

to make you a good person.

Haruki Murakami, "Norwegian Wood".

Before you are young, you are old; Before it succeeded, it failed; Before it blooms, it withers; It's over before it even starts. The days faded away with such sighs. In fact, if you don't recognize the old, you will always be young.

You don't admit defeat and you keep fighting. If you don't bow your head, the world will see that you are still holding your chest up. If you don't give up, no one can judge the end of your life.

—Liu Tong, "Your Loneliness, Although Defeated, is Still Honorable".

A child born in the early hours of the morning will always fall asleep because God owes him a good sleep. —The Bible

All the splendor that has ever been in life needs to be repaid with loneliness after all. - Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

It has been nearly ten years since the autumn of the northern country. In the south every year in autumn, we always have to think of the reed flowers of Taoran Pavilion, the willow shadow of Diaoyutai, the insect singing of Xishan, the night moon of Yuquan, and the bell of Tanzhe Temple. Even if you don't go out in Beiping, it is in the middle of the sea of people in the imperial city, renting a rafter house to live, get up in the morning, make a bowl of strong tea, sit in the courtyard, you can also see the very high turquoise sky, and hear the sound of pigeons under the blue sky.

From the bottom of the locust leaves, you can count the rays of sunlight leaking down to the east, or in the middle of the broken wall, you can still feel the blue flowers of the morning glory (morning glory) like a trumpet. When it comes to morning glories, I think blue or white is the best, followed by purple and black, and pale red is the lowest. Preferably, at the bottom of the morning glory, teach a few sparse and long autumn grasses to serve as a foil.

"Autumn in the Old Capital" Yu Dafu.

A few wisps of smoke gradually drifted out of the sky, but they did not move, but they deepened, and after a long period of doubt, they realized that it was a ridge that had just melted snow. - Yu Qiuyu's prose collection.

The snow in the south of the Yangtze River is moist and beautiful; That's the news of youth that is still fainting, and it's a very strong virgin. - Lu Xun "Snow".

Some places are golden, a few are bronze, a few are that kind of gray, and there are indescribable colors, none of which are not innocent, and none of which are ugly. The more I looked, the more I felt that Yue'er seemed to be talking to me, what did she say? But I can't think of it, but Yue'er really looked at me so charmingly and warmly.

The shadows of the trees were hazy and quiet, and it seemed that the friction of the wings of the birds could be heard between the branches. The fields were peaceful and quiet, and the sheaves of wheat stood as solemn and silent as soldiers.