强大自己的內心

When young, feel that the process of getting old is very long, people to middle age every day in a hurry to struggle for life, for the cause and busy one day in the mirror to see their own face wrinkles, head with white hair, only to find that he is no longer young.

Everyone will gradually get older, the passage of time in a day, slowly feel, from young to old in a moment, along the way we experienced too much is right and wrong, through a lot of bumpy road, only know how to cherish, can appreciate the meaning of happiness.

Dream is really high, looked long, eyes will be sour, tears will drop...........

When I was a child, I was full of passion for life. Every morning when I went out, I saw the blue sky and bright sunshine, which would make me have a good mood.

If the summer rain is warm, autumn rain, is particularly quiet.

Experienced a summer of noise, autumn, not only let all things mature, but also let them slow down. Led by the autumn wind, the autumn rain is like a silk thread, falling from the sky in succession, they become the water curtain of the sky and the earth, in the empty world, decorated the world of autumn.

Starting from an old word, look for a piece of gentle autumn.

"Blue sky, yellow leaf land, autumn even wave, wave on the cold smoke cui. The mountain reflects the setting sun day connect water, the grass ruthless, more in the setting sun outside." Autumn scenery, love into the heart, in time, write autumn's mature, stable and elegant.

Sanmao is a famous street writer whose works were once popular. One of her essays, "being able to make yourself happy is a power", makes people laugh unconsciously.

Nowadays, people always feel under too much pressure. When they open their eyes, they are full of troubles: house, car, seat, ticket, etc

The guard called and told a reporter from xinhua news agency to see me.

To know the taste of the fruit, you'd better taste it yourself. If you want to know the warmth of the sun, you'd better go through the wind and rain yourself. There are a few lines of pessimism in this long life.

Good karma may meet cannot be asked, and good decree by destiny to gather, true feelings can keep not throw, a heart of love is never say break up, don't make love, become used to have, don't make a fault, miss into life, some people, not don't want to forget, but forget, there are always some feeling, not don't want to put, but is not put, the scar is painful Sage ERP, is not completely healed, surface with a carefree, in fact, once the rink hijinks tao lung, love is too true, hurt too deep, maybe not forever is the most beautiful, have the so-called, it doesn't matter, who maybe also is not who's who, life, say not over, considering affection, lane unknown who wake up drunk, The people forget the pain, can not let go of their most understand, some people have everything in my heart, is the mouth can't speak, so humbled themselves, some things have already know the answer, just don't want to point, so torture yourself.

Through a lot of roads, always hard to hide the loneliness of the heart; Once faced with the crossroads of hesitation, once faced with the choice of hesitation; Once I saw the beautiful scenery, because I did not keep awake, so I suddenly fell into a dream, and thus began to blur. Then he falls down on the ground hard, leaving the indescribable sadness and the indescribable romantic feeling behind. Those years of the river, never because of my sorrow, will not flow, or no longer leave sadness in the heart. This makes me feel deeply, let me show my heart, let me stay lonely and wandering.

In the days of clouds and water, there are always some cities whose hearts cannot be exhausted, and there are always some dreams that the wind cannot blow away. There are tens of millions of love stories in the passage of the year.

In a man's life, there is no one who is satisfied with everything. Tell yourself, take it easy, take it easy, and keep a normal mindset throughout your life. No happiness is designed for us, no pain is reserved for us. There are as many kinds of happiness, as many kinds of misfortunes, as many kinds of pain as there are in the world.

Your water wave is the most beautiful, the appearance of an unbecoming, wave surging.

I grew up in a small mountain village in heilongjiang province, and the rich, black land and green crops were endless. Here, there is a generation of black land owners.

There is a feeling called happiness, there is a kind of happiness called moving. And I am the lucky girl who will enjoy this kind of happiness.

Like the soft willow on the side of the pool, a circle of ripples, a year on the threshold of the new spring has disappeared. Sitting quietly under the lamp, listening to the ticking of time, stepping past me quietly, listening to the wind in the vast night sky, the thoughts fluttering...

Into the month of the twelfth month, the flavor of the year is growing. Living in reinforced concrete buildings, not only a little less enthusiasm and happiness, but a little more lonely! I can't help thinking of the happy memories of my childhood.
In the north, entering the month of the twelfth lunar month is a year. Starting from the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month, the chilly air is filled with the smell of the years, and memories of the New Year are slowly coming to mind.

On the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month before the Spring Festival, my task at home is to clean and clean the kitchen. At ordinary times is not the cup of commonly used chopsticks dishes have to wash clean, there are a stack of dishes brought from home, is coarse bowls left behind by parents and wash every year, every year, worthless, wife is always nagging: "the bowl will not use one hundred, thrown away... "I didn't throw it, but secretly put it in place. Every Spring Festival, wash it once, will think of the parents' upbringing.
Remembering my parents' death, I took a long time in the old house to see if there was anything to take away when I was dealing with the old house. To tell you the truth, these broken items left behind by parents and really nothing valuable, available only to a piece of writing we have 12 brothers and sisters are eight notes (this is had quietly collection, in a small wooden affairs) and a pile of thick bowls, back to the town.

To appreciate other people is a kind of air, a kind of discovery, a kind of understanding, a kind of intelligence, a kind of realm.
The autumn colour is near. Looking out of the window the remnants of a few green leaves on the treetop, withered yellow and wrinkled old leaves, against a kind of lofty gesture. I stood in the window juris doctor hong kong, enjoy the full autumn goldcord, appreciate the incomplete in the late life, they bloom a beautiful summer, will eventually be sanitation workers with dustpan shovel, casual pour into the bucket with "trash" three characters, with the decay of life, together to return to nature, under the thick mud, waiting for one thousand years.

These days, the northeast cooling, the continuous low temperature, minus thirty degrees, think that it is time to get cold, because "laba festival" is coming.