Fate is predestined, and everything depends on human efforts.

A fate, meeting in a sea of people, a feeling, waiting for many years, a love, from the heart, a touch, from trust.

Some love doesn't need too many words, some are moved, some are from the bottom of my heart, and some are just the most sincere compliments.

If people are sincere, they can talk to each other, trust each other and get to know each other. The most beautiful words are not beautiful, but true. The best person is not how perfect he is, but how much he cherishes. Life with love is the best and the road with love is the most beautiful.

The happiest feeling is that someone misses you, and the truest feeling is that someone is distressed.

The language is not gorgeous, but in my heart, the feelings are not warm, but sincere.

Love is warm and cold, and fate is gathering and parting, so that mutual appreciation can last forever.

Love is dark, the heart is true or false, and the heart is warm.

Sincere dedication, sincere harvest, careful care, only the gathering of hearts. What else can I ask for in my life? As long as someone knows how cold it is, that's enough!

Needless to say, a lot of love is felt with your heart, and a lot of love is inaudible. Time has proved this.

What passed you by was only a temporary obsession, and the one who really loves you will never leave.

Life is a confidant, don't be ungrateful to the right person. In life, constant meeting and constant parting all converge into a life story.

Even if we leave each other, shoulder to shoulder, it is the affection of previous lives that brings us this life.

There is always a lonely journey, and there may be a lot to say, but I don't know what to say and who to say.

Maybe you will be inexplicably lost and do something abnormal to prove your existence. May be like loneliness, accustomed to silently bear everything.

In fact, life is not lonely, but is shrouded in some kind of shadow, ignoring every pair of eyes that care about us. The four seasons flow, and different scenery makes a selfless foil to life. It turns out that every concern comes from silence.

The journey is long, touching a treasure and a thousand words, a sokcho, a wild flower and a dead leaf, all of which show the massiness of life. Life is not sad. Open tight clothes, open your mind to the sunshine, and embrace every warm-hearted scenery. Heat will run through the whole blood, and life will be full of warmth. When the face is no longer beautiful, women understand who is the most affectionate and who is the most affectionate. When power is no longer in hand, men know who is the most sincere and who is the most sincere.

That's the way things are in the world. When the scenery is beautiful, we often don't look down and often don't cherish it. When you are proud, you often don't want to look straight. You often don't know how to cherish, you can't tell good people from true feelings. When the prosperity is over, you will understand. In fact, at any time, true feelings are important.

The most tiring thing in my heart is not what I insist on, but what I give up. What bothers me most is not what I remember, but what I gave up. On the way of pursuing, I persisted a lot, and on the way of running around, I remembered a lot. I always don't know what to give up in my regretful heart, and I always don't know what to forget and give up in my messy mood.

Don't hate the people you used to like, and don't regret what you did. In this world, everything is an opportunity. There are reasons for leaving and reasons for losing.

All encounters and getting along are an established fate. Leaving is the end of fate, losing is the end of fate, and life is the end of fate.

Remember those beautiful things, those laughter, walk well now, do well now, that is, life is beautiful again. Don't envy other people's happiness. What you think you don't have is on the way, and what you think others may have is on the way.

In life, some people pass us by, but they have no time to meet, but they have no time to get to know each other, but they still have to say goodbye. Be nice to yourself, because life is not long, and be nice to people around you, because you may not meet them in the next life. If you had not fallen, someone would have helped you. If you have no difficulty, someone will help you. If you are short of money, someone will give it to you. If you are not wronged, someone will love you. You know, it's better to ask for help than to ask for help. It's better to rely on yourself than anyone else. Don't be depressed and don't cry. No one understands the pain hidden in your heart. Don't give up. Don't stop. No one will go this way for you. Don't be confused and disappointed. To live is to make a name for yourself.

Without backing, you can work hard for your country by yourself, earn by yourself without money, have no helpers, shoulder the burden and have no background, and handle it by yourself.

Living doesn't depend on anyone, but on yourself. Living is not by anyone's confidence, but by yourself. Living is not by anyone's ambition, but by yourself.

Shallow encounter, deep memory, quiet together, silent love. Reading you in the years of fireworks is a gentle and elegant poem. The distance from Qianshan is the distance from heart to heart, and the distance from Wan Li is the warmth of the end of the world. Condense the generated thoughts in the pen, give them to fleeting time, let time remember them and seal them into the warmest picture in life.

Make a dull time, flowers will wait for you, flowers will wither for you, Mika. Looking at the shore of the fireworks world, watching the quiet time of two people, growing old with you and China.

Time flies, things change, and the beauty in life is irreplaceable. I can't sit still in the clouds, neither sad nor happy. Your figure has been deeply engraved in my heart. Why did I meet you among thousands of people? Why would I miss you in Qian Shan? From then on, I willingly accepted the cycle of meeting and parting, and accepted the fate of origin and fate.

See or not, read or not, love or not, never look back. In the past year, when the flowers were blooming, the lights were dim. On this cold night, I just want to have an affair with Mo Wen, bring a warm note, dye it with the fragrance of plain ink, spread a paper of tenderness, paint my thoughts of you into Chinese painting, and carefully treasure it in the depths of my heart.

For a long time, I miss you like a cloud, holding my breath and staring at you, sprinkling half a flower fragrance for you and staying in the fleeting ink fragrance. In this life, I will turn mountains into water, and I just want to miss you by Xiqiao Bridge.

Memories carved into the clouds, writing poems and lyrics for you, don't want to ask the afterlife. In life, there is no experience that you can't get out of, only yourself that you can't get out of. Feelings, there is no hard past, only hard feelings.

Some people can't forget it, but they can only be distressed by one person. Some feelings can't be let go, and they can only make much ado about nothing. Maybe others have forgotten you for a long time, and memories are just personal cages. Maybe others live better than you, but it's useless to care. Past, lingering, future, how can you come? Only by letting go of memories can we let go of ourselves, turn our backs on the past and face the sunshine!