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Your mom died and didn't feel anything.

His face was as red as a ripe apple.

There is no real perfection in life, only imperfection is the truest beauty; Life is not smooth sailing, only overcoming thorns and thorns can the road be smooth; There is no eternal success in life, only standing up in setbacks is real success; There is no eternity in life, only a shining life can be regarded as the eternity of life.

What is Happiness? The absence of pain is happiness. What is Happiness?

Inner pleasure is happiness. What is Success? Relentless pursuit is success.

What is Forward? If you don't stop, you move forward. What is Sincerity?

Seeking truth from facts is sincerity. What is Friend? Helping each other in times of crisis is a friend.

What is greatness? To be able to give happiness is to be great.

At night, the sky is high and blue sparsely dotted with jewel-like stars, the horizon is constantly flashing with ghostly fire, and the air is filled with earth, fog and dew, and the fresh smell of rice. The dream-like tranquility peculiar to the summer night made all living things seem to want the Russians to sleep, and although there was the slightest cry of grass insects such as golden bells, the sound was so weak and distant, it seemed to be talking in a dream!

If it is said that the eyes are a pair of window sashes that open in the soul, they are two clear springs gushing out of the soul; Secret, then, is a treasure mine treasured by the soul, and it is a touch of spiritual light gathered by the soul. Is it true that there is a secret in the heart to be called a real person?

Life is a song, singing the rhythm and melody of life; Life is a road, extending the footprints and hopes of life; Life is a glass of wine, full of the mellowness and sorrow of life; Life is a mess of hemp, intertwined with life's troubles and joys; Life is a painting that depicts the red, green and blue of life experiences; Life is a fire, burning with life's visions and dreams.

The tired moon hid in the clouds to rest, leaving only a few stars as if to keep watch.

The moon hung diagonally in the sky, smiling, and the stars crowded the Milky Way, blinking their eyes.

A full moon rose, like a bright lamp, hanging high in the sky.

The moon looked kindly at the village and the fields with wide eyes, like a polished copper plate.

The full moon rose as she rose, and her silver-plated face showed a soft smile.

The full moon, as clear as the moon, has been lifted into the sky by the blue mountains in the distance.

The moon, round and like a spinning wheel, spins her romantic reverie.

At night, it was very quiet, the full moon like a jade plate passed through the clouds, and the faint moonlight sprinkled onto the earth.

A silvery full moon crept out of the mouth of the mountain and threw its reflection into the lake.

The full moon is like a yellow lantern, rising in the sky from the eastern horizon.

At night, the full moon rose, and a quiet light sprinkled the land with the silver mist of moonlight.

The moon was gradually rising, and she was dressed in a white gauze dress, demure and serene, gentle and generous. Her silver platter-like face, through the willows, left a gentle smile.

I'm here to see. For example, he has poetry and books in his belly, and he has the power to read thousands of books.

Just a better way to eat chestnuts, my uncle's family likes it very much, likes it, and it doesn't mean it.

A bright moon rose, like a bright lamp, hanging high in the sky.

Every night, the moon comes out and the sun goes down.

The moon eats, and the ocean scares pee.

When you think of the teacher's soft words, when you open your eyes and see the sun hanging in the blue sky, when you see the most beautiful bird in the forest, you know that your life is infinite, if there is no life, there is no world, and if there is no time to eat, the world will be destroyed.

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Whether it hurts or not only you know, and only you know whether it has changed or not. Don't ask me how I'm doing, it's okay if I can't die. Youth is the hope of the sun that is injured in the running of ignorance, but is displaced.

You may have stepped out of my sight, but never out of my thoughts.

Some people, forget it, people don't care about you, so why should you wronged yourself? No matter how painful it is, no matter how sad it is, people can't see it, and they won't feel sorry for you, who are you sad to see?

My heart smiles when I miss you. I will look for your back in the vast sea of people, the good times, blooming flowers in the memory, turning the moment into eternity. You are the warmest blessing in my heart, guarding the vicissitudes of life, and you are my tireless love for thousands of years.

When I miss you, I write words with my thoughts, and let the heartache of thinking about you turn into a rain of petals, flying in time and space.

Afraid of the dark, but in love with the night; I'm afraid of pain, but I get myself scarred; I hate the hustle and bustle, but I'm afraid of being alone; I am in love with you, but I am afraid that one day you will turn away and leave; I like to be happy, but I still shed tears of sadness for you; I used to think that I was your spring, but I forgot, spring is followed by winter; I used to think that I could quit love, the Internet, and sadness, but I forgot, the hardest thing to quit is you!