The warm evening wind blows sweet memories, warm and beautiful.
Things in the world, as long as the vitality does not die out, even if the heavy natural and man-made disasters, temporarily blocked, there will be a day of rise.
If you want to become better, you don't have to look back at the people who have hurt you. There is still a long way to go. Warm things will happen in the future.
How to confess is a kind of injury, I choose lies, if lies are also a kind of injury, I choose silence.
You know, before each diamond is discovered, it has to go through the lonely time of buried dust.
In this beautiful and regretful world, you and I are all loners from afar.
The sun will always set on you, and you will have your own astronauts and moon.
Bookstores and cafes are natural allies: they don't care about time, they advocate leisure.
If that orange soda boy only belongs to summer, then I can only count the short and sharp cicada chirp in his life at most.
In fact, kites have acrophobia, but they trust the people who hold them.
As long as there is a distance in the heart, we will habitually block those colored voices.
Along the way, without the youth, we have reached the imaginary distance.
Flowers and leaves are related. At least they have the same soul and draw the same essence. Even if they do not meet, they are also lasting happiness.
When a star falls, the sky will not be bright; A flower withers, can't waste the whole spring.