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Red dust, warm heart

Time: 2018-11-11 Source: Unknown Editor: Xiaoyun Read: Times
With a flick of a finger, the past became a cloud of smoke. Looking at the mirror, Hongyan Can, Chunhua becomes Qiushuang; a sigh, a little regret, the old dream is always difficult to achieve. -----Inscription
After how many cold and summer experiences, the wrinkles quietly climbed up to the forehead, and the white hair secretly hid in the horns. Looking back at the road I walked, how much joy, how much sadness; Some emotion, some regret. The river of life never stops, turbulent flowing, the scenery on both sides of the river is constantly changing, there is the splendor of spring, there is the heat of summer; there is the loneliness of autumn, and the loneliness of winter. There are few that can stay in my heart. Sometimes, when I think of it, it is just a vague one. It seems that the wind can blow away when the wind blows. Although the past is a smoke and drifts with the wind, the wounds that can be left in my heart, but stubbornly refuse to heal, as if always reminding myself of the bad past.
How long a person will go in his life is always unknown; no one will tell you how much he will suffer in this life. The only thing you can do is go step by step in your own heart, accept all good and bad, bear all the responsibilities and obligations, give it without regrets, and bear it willingly. Life is a long journey, you ca n’t see the end, you ca n’t see the end, you can imagine it as beautiful, your footsteps will be relaxed, and your smile will be vivid; if you imagine it as a tragedy, your soul will be When it is dark, your sky loses sunlight.
Not everyone loves tears, but none of us can guarantee that we will not cry. Tears are not necessarily weak. When sore, tears are a poem, flowing is feelings, blooming is the flower of life; when strong, tears are a road, experience is bumpy, clear is the pursuit of no regret; when sad, tears are In a river, memories flow, and firm beliefs persist; in joy, tears are a rain, sweetness is sprinkled, and thirsty hearts are nourished. Rest when you are tired, do n’t force yourself, even if you simply stop, pat the dust and set off; stop when you are tired, do n’t wrong yourself, you should let go and let go, and forget to forget. Laugh when you are happy, let others see your happiness; cry when you are sad, wipe your tears and start on the road. Sometimes it is tears that clear our vision, and hardships that broaden our minds.
Don't always complain that life is unfair to you. In this world, no one can escape the pain and suffering that our destiny has given us. No one's life will always be smooth. No one's life will always be brilliant. No sky forever. It will be clear and clear; no one's heart will always be spotless. Life and blame depend on each other, laughter and tears are intertwined, you don't need to pay too much attention to what you lose, you don't need to pay too much attention to what you lose. If you have some, you will inevitably lose others. Setbacks and ups and downs make us feel hard, and we learn to be strong every day. When you are in good times, think more; in adversity, you have more courage; when you are successful, you are more indifferent; when you are not, you have more faith. As long as there is a quiet and indifferent heart, we will face our lives calmly.
Sometimes when I see young people's vibrant and energetic look, I really envy them, and I can't help but sigh for their passing youth. Time always leaves quietly when we have time to cherish it in the future. It seems that we have not left many beautiful memories along the way. I saw an article a while ago, "Who blew up the years, who amazed the time", and think about it, who of our years has not become a language in the confusion, who has left a lot of time for their own lives Aura that doesn't go. We are just ordinary people, without superhuman wisdom; no superior work; no bright future; no brilliant achievements, dealing with chai oil and salt every day, busy daily family life, and sometimes even do not understand the true existence of our own significance. Everyone's environment is different, their path is different, and their ideas may be different. We are just a passing passenger in our years. No matter which station we are in, we must have a balanced attitude. We must walk step by step without losing current affairs. Life is brilliant and beautiful. Don't bemoan the years of ruthlessness. The time that sneaks away urges our faces and enriches our lives. In our own world, gain a sense of understanding, grasp your own trajectory of life, smile and say goodbye in a manner as light as a chrysanthemum, be the most comfortable passer of time, and believe in the most beautiful scenery, always on the road The most true emotion has always been in my heart.
Life needs to be soaked with suffering. Without pain, life is less colorful and heavy. Don't worry about grievances and tribulations in life, sadness is only an embellishment of mood, not all of life. Learn to borrow strength in hardships and be strong in tolerance. The long roll of life spreads into the distance, no matter how reluctant we are, we can't keep its pace. Walking alone on the road, watching the scenery along the way, the experience made us understand gratitude, learn to appreciate, understand reality and self-reliance.
Thanks for all the encounters and departures, just like the lines on the bottom of Shi Li's heart. I have also been sad and sad, but the more left is the warmth. Treasure it when you have it, and let it go when you lose it. In life, there are always too many expectations that are always disappointed; there are always too many dreams that have been missed; there are always too many words that no one can complain about; there are always too many emotions that have not been converted. In fact, some things, letting go down gently, may not be easy; some people, deeply remember, may not be happy; some pain, lightly look away, may not be a training experience. The bumpy roads give a warmth to the world and fill the sun; life is wind and rain, give yourself a smile, write happiness on your face; believe in yourself, believe in tomorrow.
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