2021-04-13 18:52:56 from today

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It is a human race one person consideration.

jingdisi.cnI will never forget the future I painted in the sky with youHe's like a moon. There are so many stars beside him.

In the windless sky, I fly the kite in my hand. Looking at it, it seems that an angel who has lost his wings falls out of my eyes.Your happiness is my happiness.I like the light sunshine, fresh air, with old noodles, steamed bread and milk in the morning. That kind of enrichment is all my sunshine.

With my good night, the dream to do the most moving!Leave a drop of hourglass, that's the trace of me thinking about you.

Some people, like kites, can't come back once the thread is broken.

jingdisi.cnAt that moment, I would like to say sorry to the past and the past.With the growth of age, people will always become more and more tolerant, so many things are not really solved in the end, but forget it.

Indifference is a kind of beauty, a kind of mentality, a kind of self-cultivation, a kind of realm. Indifference is a street lamp waiting in the quiet night, bright and kind, unknown. Calm as I am, light as it is; hold a light heart, live a calm life like water. Long journey of life to see the wind clouds, flowers bloom and fall, suddenly look back, smile, keep a indifferent heart, embrace a calm beauty.Spring dream without trace is because too many beautiful things always make people feel empty. Floating life is like a wisp of smoke, which is difficult to catch. There are many different opinions about life, and each person has his own way of expression. The poet put his pen to the end, the elegant guest put his feelings on the landscape, and the actor exiled himself on the stage. There are many mediocre people will be a lot of broken feelings in life between the bit. We want to escape some fatalistic arrangements, but we will meet them in a narrow way.

Meeting is a kind of beauty, like a small city reflecting the gorgeous sunset at night.For some people, life is a sad thing and a helpless mistake. It's like a beautiful butterfly falling into the dust net by mistake; a boat crossing the river by reed berthing in the wrong harbor; a clean plant blooming in the wrong season.