Classic quotations of viola for seven years

Classic quotations of viola for seven years

1. If life gives me countless faces, I will always choose the most painful one to touch. I really want to trust someone. 3. I want the simplest life and the most distant dream, even if it's freezing tomorrow, the road is long and it's Xiu Yuan. 4. Because I am my own flesh and blood. So many words have become taboo. Communication is a shame, and closeness is a shame. It is only natural to express your love for each other by demanding and slandering each other. What a sad fact this is. I have seen your most affectionate face and gentle smile. In the cold world, the lamp gave me the ability to survive. Love while walking ... 6. In the book of youth, we are in the same strain. Quilts are the graves of youth. About adolescence, self-knowledge, the simplest life, the most distant dream. All this will gradually be abstracted into some foggy dust, floating in the empty darkness outside the dream, falling day and night, and finally the dust settles. In the depths of our hopes and desires, there is a tacit understanding of youth. Like a seed dreaming quietly in the snow. So you know, I'll come back more quietly. Youth is the warmest bed and the most gorgeous clothes in life. I'm glad he trusted me and made me the first insider of his inner secrets. He is a boy who likes boys. In those years, when I was lonely and sad for him, he also missed another unattainable person, which was even more painful. 8. If you get your feelings, don't be happy. 9. You won't forget me. You don't need to forget me. I am so light to you, you can treat me like cotton candy on Sunday afternoon, eat it from time to time and adjust the taste of life. When you are alone, you will miss me, my attachment to you, and think: I met a warm woman. I will use my whole life to try to forget, to fight against missing and hope; Things are never fair. I'm playing a failed game and losing my whole life. 10. Maybe a person has to go a long way and experience the sudden prosperity and desolation in countless lives before he becomes mature. The sun is far away, but there must be a sun. 12. It is difficult before every sincere narration or memory. -13. Shihe said, give me a way and I'll teach you how to go. -14. Sometimes I understand that it is the bond between my life and my memory. They maintain all the past, sadness and joy, and also guide us into the vast road of life. This is the burden of our destiny. But I always bear its weight happily to balance my frivolous life. -& lt； Yuan Zhen > 15. Only when memory becomes something outside our bodies can we go further in this cemetery. -16. We all know the ending, but we have to go a long way to explore its significance. Our road is just a meaningless farce. 17. There is no legend that the grass grows and the orioles fly in this city. It always lives in reality, with fast drums, hurried figures, numb eyes and fake smiles, and I am being assimilated. 18. Missing is just a ceremony. True memory is innate. 19. If life gives me countless faces, I will always choose the most painful one to touch. 20. Without parting, there will be no growth, and there will be nothing attached to you. 2 1. In this world where looking back is regarded as weakness and shame. No matter how far you go, you will never achieve what you want. No matter how close you get, you can't go back to your dream. People are always a group of creatures enslaved by inner regrets and longings. They are stuck in a one-way street of life. They can't go far and they can't go back. 22. Some things fade away. You know it exists, but you have forgotten how it exists. 23. At the end of a strange road, there is a bleak and dark ashes scattered. How many indifferent human feelings can keep the regret of thick burial and thin burial? At the end of the sad elegy, send this. And in a flash, how many souls whose bones are not cold have escaped into the empty silence, but they can't afford a trace of remembrance in the world? 24. I began to believe that everyone has his own cross to bear, ........... 25. From the summer of 18, in the later time, I read the postcards sent to me by Qinghuai one by one. And every time I prepare to send postcards there, I find that I can't find anyone to send them on the road. Even if there is such a person, I don't know her address. After all, she is a migratory bird. 26. When I met you, I was still a blank sheet of paper. As soon as you wrote the first word on the paper, I gave my whole life's affection, and there was a wave in my heart. But I know that the waves are always calm. 27. I said life, if you have tasted a stirring scenery, written an article about a cuckoo weeping for blood, it is enough to shoulder with a pleasing person ... 28. Someone will tell you that you are my night sky. -"Your name is red" 29. The personnel audio book is just behind Cang resistance. A paler compromise followed. 30.4 months has a bleak life in the past, but among them, spring flowers have fallen, and summer leaves are not old. 3 1. Two people had better not be together ... not together. 32. Sleep lightly and dream more. Wake up, you are on the other side. 33. It would be great if you could really lift the weight, at least in terms of expression. 34. Soul bursts, shadows linger ... Some things fade away ... You know it exists ... but you have forgotten how it exists? 35. That's you who never sat beside me sadly, and that's me who never sat beside you happily-sadly, after the song ended, I realized that I was really unhappy because I couldn't have you sitting beside me anymore. 36. We were right and wrong, but we all liked it very much. We just forgot that you cried when we left or something. I was just hurt, but I still smiled. A year passed like this. It will continue like this next year. I don't know whether there is depression behind stability, or whether there is stability in depression. We just can't find it. What we have lost in the years is a kind of mood. 39. My only belief is that I can hold your hand and go on until the end to see what is wrong. 40. There is no legend that the grass grows and the warbler flies in this city. It will always live in reality, with fast drums, hurried figures, numb eyes and fake smiles, and I am being assimilated. 4 1. What is picked in the morning and evening is withering. My youth is no longer thin, it tramples heavily on me, making me hug the painful ideal tightly. When the liberal arts students around me read Buddhist scriptures, they introduced uncommon ancient prose into their articles, which seemed to know Chinese very well, and copied the classic expression of Anne Baby's "Jing Ke. China" in another form, which seemed very sad. There are so many Milan "Kundera Kafka Haizi Haruki Murakami, including the works of the little prince Peter Pan ... These beautiful life recorders and recorded works have been misunderstood by vanity and superficiality, and I feel very sad. Because we all walk so easily in the shadow of others' aura, we are silly and noisy, and we firmly believe that this is our own advantage and value. And I indifferently insist on trying my best to describe the hostility between ideal and reality in pale language, as well as the long-standing indifference and hope, rejection and compromise in my heart. Really, really, again. Youth, my lovely youth. It turns out that some things are really done inadvertently, and some people are really destined beyond imagination. ..... No matter how God gave me a tree, I staged seventeen years of joys and sorrows, and some people and things were so clearly engraved in the scenery along the way. I learned to be safe, to lie, to be calm, to be silent and to be patient. The joy of tossing and turning turns into a cup, and I stand in the wind and sweep them into the darkest corner of my heart. It doesn't matter anymore. Smile at others with bright eyes and teeth like that, the soul bursts and the shadow lingers. Only strength is everywhere. So if you have misfortune, you have to bear it yourself. Comfort is sometimes stretched. If you are not strong, you have to work hard. We are not naked, hungry and unaccompanied. We have no right to be sad. We can write happiness for a long time. How difficult it is for a person to learn from his past easily and sincerely. Missing is the most helpless thing in life, humbleness. In this world where looking back is regarded as weakness and shame. No matter how far you go, you will never achieve what you want. No matter how close you get, you can't go back to your dream. People are always a group of creatures enslaved by inner regrets and longings. They are stuck in a one-way street of life. They can't go far and they can't go back. Some things fade away. You know it exists, but you have forgotten how it exists. Because they are flesh and blood, many words have become taboo. Communication is a shame, closeness is a shame, and it is natural to express love for each other by demanding and slandering each other. What a sad fact. At the end of The Stranger, there is a cup of gloomy ashes scattered. How many weak human feelings can keep the regret of keeping a thin burial? At the end of the sad elegy, give this silent green monument a so-called mourning for the lonely marriage age? In this world, in a flash, how many bitter souls with cold bones follow into the empty silence, but they can no longer afford a trace of commemoration in the world ... hiding in a certain time and missing the palm print for a while; Hiding somewhere, missing someone standing on the road, on the road, makes me worry. However, I choose to forget the people I care about. I stood in the wind, and my broom swept the scattered glass near the darkest corner of my heart. There is no legend that the grass grows and the warbler flies in this city. It always lives in reality, with fast drums, hurried figures, numb eyes and fake smiles, while I am being assimilated. The wind blew empty. A year passed like this. It will continue like this next year. I don't know whether there is depression behind stability, or whether there is stability in depression. We just can't find it. I woke up from a dream ... nothing to remember ... only on the road can life be respected. Even language should be abandoned. There is only a clean silence between you and me, and it takes years of muddy youth to understand an unavoidable truth: fate is uncontrollable, especially when we were born in such a wrong age. If we can really lift the weight easily, at least in expression, that would be great, because they can't see the time. So the posture is still. I am willing to reduce my life span by ten years in exchange for her roaming and growth in fairyland. Comfort has been lengthened. Remember that you will have a future life with a gentle sea breeze. If you have tasted a stirring scenery once, wrote an article about a cuckoo crying blood, and had a wrong shoulder with a likable person. That's enough. I've been thinking about how to punish my sin. I don't think I have given my mother the pride she deserves in this family. God says that people live only to make amends. I am soberly aware that I exist in this world, and I am disappointed with the surrounding environment, but I think what kind of resentment my sin has turned into in my mother's place. As long as there is good in our hearts, only good will be saved, and we must have the farthest dream and life. The simple life is even sadder. I'm the only one who misses it. I know that if there is no separation, there will be no concern for growth. Fortunately, now I can finally forget it gently and smile slowly ... At that moment, the world is about to fall asleep peacefully, as silent as I have never lived in my room before you. Sometimes traced back to the depths of a stranger's life, we can clearly feel the similarity in the depths of everyone's soul. If life gives me countless faces, I will always choose the most painful one to touch. There are many people you are willing to forget. Actually, no. They are always in a corner of your heart. Know the end of your life. In the end, you will miss the light in the dark in every corner, because they constitute your memories and feelings. But you can't hug them anymore. You can only understand at the end that the journey is a lost process that you will never forget. But I always willingly bear its heavy burden to balance my frivolous life. Under such redemption, life continues with dignity. The sun is far away, but there must be a sun. Starting today, read, write, play the piano and draw. Give every day a warm name and be a likable person. Personal basic information Original name: Qin Zhao pen name: Viola 7 Year Gender: Girls' Day: 1988. 10.5 Constellation: Libra hobbies: writing, music, movies, photography (hate selfies), tourism education: studied in Chengdu Foreign Languages School and private high school from 2003 to 2005. Before the college entrance examination, I passed the GRE foreign language, the written and oral examinations of Tsinghua's self-enrollment re-examination, and finally I unexpectedly failed in the college entrance examination. So I improved Tianjin Foreign Studies University. Favorite writers: Shi Tiesheng, Qing Shaoran, Huang Biyun, Haruki Murakami, Anny Baby and other favorite words: Shi Tiesheng's Qiu Si, Qing Shaoran's Pillow Grass, Huang Biyun's She is a woman, I am also a woman and other writing clues: The quilt is the tomb of youth in 2002 (won the prize of the same name the following year), North China in 2003, Auditory hallucination, Old Town in 2003-2004, Far Town in 2005, and Letters in 2006. I can't sit beside you sadly, with a blue face and a city.