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Anonymous users2024-02-10The most important thing is that the world can't stay, and the face is a flowery tree.
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Anonymous users2024-02-091.Even tears are a kind of remembrance. Even if you shed tears, you can't go back to the past.
2.When all the stars have changed directions, the North Star will still be in the same place, when everyone does not understand you, does not forgive you, or even leaves you, as long as I stay where I am, you will not get lost.
3.The scholar said: "If there is a fate, we will meet again in the second half of our lives."
4.Messy hair, embarrassing stubble, as if, maybe, probably, maybe, as if, it seems to be so chic...
5.After the pain, you won't feel pain, and some will only have an indifferent heart.
6.Happiness is endless, but it is difficult to reach.
7.Clocks and watches can go back to the starting point, but they can't go back to yesterday.
8.Even if I was given another lifetime, I would never forget him.
9.Hate you, but also love you, hate is value, love does not need to be explained.
10.When my face shows happiness, who else can see that my heart is crying.
11.Keep going, just because there's no going back.
12.Because I love you, I will let go and give you freedom.
13.It's okay if you're gone, I'll always be behind you and wait for you to turn around.
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Anonymous users2024-02-08What is love?
An elf sits among the green foliage in contemplation.
The wind is as if there is nothing.
A bird flew over and perched on a branch, looking out at the ripening rice fields in the distance.
The elf took out a bunch of yellow rice and asked, "Do you love this rice?" ”
Love. "Why? ”
It drives my hunger. ”
The birds peck at the rice and gently comb their glossy feathers.
Do you love this rice now? The elf took out another bunch of yellow rice.
The elf plucked a leaf and filled it with a pool of spring water.
The birds drank the water and prepared to fly away.
Are you going to do something more important? I have rice and springs here. ”
I'm going to go to that valley with hyacinths and see that hyacinth. ”
"Why? Does it drive away your hunger? ”
No. "Does it nourish your thirst? ”
No. "Then why are you going to see it? ”
I need it. ”
Why do you need it? ”
I love it. ”
Why love it? ”
I miss it day and night. ”
Why miss it? ”
I love it. The elf was silent for a moment, then asked another question:
Why do you only love that one hyacinth? There are countless hyacinths in the valley. ”
Because it's the only one. ”
"Why? Is it different from all the other hyacinths? ”
Some. "What's the difference? ”
It's the only one I love. ”
The elf laughed softly, and the bird flapped its wings away.
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Anonymous users2024-02-07Ask what the love of the world is, and ask what the love of the world is, and ask what the love of the world is, and ask the promise of life and death.
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Anonymous users2024-02-06When love shines like a bright sun through the cold heart, we will find that love itself is a wave of trembling strings, a diffuse of a floral fragrance, long-lasting, warm, and extending from one hand to another, from one person to another. It is the warmth that wafts from the depths of the benefactor's soul, awakening a tired footprint in the spiritual world, a heart that has been indifferent, and then the beloved person will shine a warmth on the other heart like a match in his own heart, even if it is sometimes so weak.
Life is like a song, and the high-spirited melody comes from every humble note. Life is like an essay that allows you to read smoothly because of every seemingly useless punctuation mark. And we live in pleasure and sometimes fall into memories because of those useless goodness. >>>More
Yes, I never believed in those storylines when I watched TV before, but now I do, because of what I've experienced firsthand, I can't help but believe it. Sometimes love is like this, you know you can't do that, but faith drives you to do that, sometimes it's very contradictory, and even for a moment of tenderness to accompany a lifetime of happiness. I hope you don't encounter such love, it's better to be bland, it's true to be bland!
Stinky beauty, only three years old, surrounded me all day long to ask my mother, mom am I beautiful, from time to time in front of the mirror singing and dancing.