"A fairy tale that can be written into works"

1 The sunset falls into the star field of Zhao Zhao, and the mountains and rivers are already autumn.

The streets are long and narrow, gathering is fireworks, and scattering is human feelings.

The city is generous and bright all night, just like a teenager who is not afraid of the years.

The moon fell into the chimney, and the countryside tilted slightly in the turbulent wheat waves at night.

There is orange on the horizon, which is tenderness and expectation, expecting the sunset to slow down.

Fortunately, there are stars in the world to clear the way, so thorns are also glad you came-"First-class Lawyer"

Life is like this. Whether we are envied or envied, we are all struggling where we are not seen.

I put pen to paper to write down my youth, but the ink has faded, and I can't write about the future or bohemian. ...

What you meet is providence, and what you have is luck. Why can't it be imperfect? Everything has cracks, and that's where the light comes in.

The moon climbs halfway up the mountain, the windows are bright and clean, and the black words are written on the paper. It's time for the children to grow up.

1 1 Never speak ill of each other, never think secretly, never stop being perverse, never let it grow, always be young, and always have tears in your eyes.

1 2 I hope I am the shining protagonist in my own story, and at the same time become the idol of many people, waiting for my official position.

1 3 No one's life is always perfect, but whenever you look ahead, you will be full of hope and invincible-Wu Zhe's running.

1 4 Everything here has a beginning and an end, but it can accommodate all unexpected encounters and reunions after a long separation. The world is magnificent. Welcome home. -"Global College Entrance Examination"

1.5 A person or a small number of people may experience the sudden collapse of the sky, but time will not stop because of who, and everything in the world is still in a hurry. -"Six hexagrams"

1 6 when the baby landed, people didn't know his future path, just said congratulations. When a person puts on a white cloth, people don't know what the world will be like after death, just saying it's a pity.

1 7 youth is an endless encounter, like the lost cherry blossoms in America. When a flower turns into mud, it contains the next bloom and glory.

Dawn suddenly appeared on the horizon. The bright red rising sun, like a broken bleeding heart, struggled out of the abyss of the dark night with a faint brilliance.

1 9 I began to write, watching the afterglow of the sunset sprinkle on everything in the world, the clouds danced, took off the petals of roses, and seemed to think of something, writing down their stories one by one.

Flowers can be given to yourself. Flipping a coin is just the answer you need when you are confused. You can chase the sunset glow and roses to draw romance, or you can watch the sunset with implicit love in the twilight.

2 1 the so-called grand plan is just a pie drawn by everyone, and different people make different efforts. Some people took a bite; Someone picks up bread crumbs; Some people smell the cake; Some people watched the cake disappear.

In addition to looking up, our eyes should always look down, down to disease and pain, down to corners and cracks. What we see in our eyes is not only the magnificent scenery, but also the warmth and coldness of the world.

Not all flowers bloom in spring, not all rivers flow to the sea, flowers bloom in all seasons and rivers flow in all directions. As long as you love mountains and seas, you can go anywhere. This is not a landscape.

We are not gifted people, even a little mediocre in the vast sea of people, but our life is not just scribbled poems. When the fog clears and the sky is bright, we will definitely see the lighthouse in the distance, running for a long time and becoming the protagonist in the story.

I put pen to paper to write down my youth, but the ink was pale, and I failed to write down the future and bohemian, so I traveled across the mountains and seas all my life, stained with the maple leaves in the forest and the salty taste in the sea, and put pen to paper to write down this fleeting time. The world is not only in front of us, but also "poetry and distance".