The source of a line in Tiny Times is rewarded with a high score.

The lines are from Little Times 1.0 origami times.

Original text: "Every day, countless people flock to this fast-rotating city-with their grand blueprints or soapy daydreams; Every day, countless people leave the skyscraper forest of this rigid and indifferent city-leaving their tears. "

English version: "Every day, stateless people flock to this fast-rotating city-with their grand blueprints or soap bubble daydreams; Every day, countless people leave the forest of the city's rigid and indifferent skyscrapers-leaving their tears. "

Small Times Classic Series 1.0- Origami Times

1, when youth becomes an old photo, when an old photo is become memories, when we finally stand at a fork in the road, lonely, disappointed, hesitant and cruel, God opens that window, which is called the door of growth.

You like me, I like him, and you will lose to him forever.

I like you not because you have a Mercedes-Benz shuttle since you were a child, nor because you have a brand-name bag, nor because you gave me expensive boots. Even if you don't have any money, I will still like you.

4. Love without substance is just a plate of sand.

The reason why you can say that money is not important is because you have never lived without money.

6. If I were just a student receiving a grant today, would you Gu Yuan love me?

7. Everyone, including myself, is stupid sometimes.

8. Some people will be engraved in memory forever. Even if they forget his voice, his smile and his face, the feeling when they think of him will never change.

9. If waiting can bring miracles, then I am willing to wait for a year, or for a lifetime.

10, whether the essence of youth is loneliness or loneliness permeates the whole youth.

1 1. Everyone has the right to be forgiven once.

12, no one can be young forever, but there are always people who are young.

13, we live in the vast universe, and we are even smaller than the cosmic dust and the milky way light dust flying all over the sky. You were dragged into the abyss by disappointment, you were dragged into the grave by illness, you were trampled to pieces by setbacks, you were laughed at, satirized, hated, resented and abandoned. We are all little stars.

14 Many times, our life is like a narrative fragment of the soundtrack in a movie. The lens went through us one by one, then turned around and cut back. Without dialogue and lines, we silently appear in these scenes covered by music.