It is wonderful for people to get along with others. It is not because they are self-righteous that they can be recognized by others, nor do they think that they can be recognized by others. The truth that seems easy to understand may not be understood by others. In life and experience, getting along with others certainly needs to be recognized, but you need to face the right person, find the right way, and then spread your frequency to adapt to people who can understand.

I often think of the river over the dyke, where the twilight falls and someone passes by, someone sings the popular song, and the wind comes from the past life and delights you to me.

Every time, Yingying turned behind, there has been what kind of pain and endurance, those who have opened in the heart of the flowers, is how blooming and fragrant, and how desolate and withered, in the end, has nothing to do with the wind moon.

Perhaps there are thousands of scenery in the world, turning around is just a moment, but there is always a flower that has bloomed in my heart, there is always a plant that has been gentle with each other, and there is always a painting that is painstakingly inked.

In my heart, I have been longing for warmth, whether on the unmanned road or in the bleak season, I walk according to the sun, winter is coming, the seasons are tossing and turning, who can stop it?

When a person, whether there is a memory will hover in your mind when you calm down, whether you can hear my noise, whether you will also think of the time, there will be a trace of moisture in the corner of the eye, maybe you will not be as active as before, do not care as much as before, but, please remember, love has come, your world I have come, let once that fragrance permanently stored in the memory, occasionally think of.

At that time, your smile was mild and clear, polite and modest, and you catered to a slightly indifferent me with a sunny posture. In fact, you know, it was not indifference, it was tension at first sight, it was a little apprehension at first sight.

Always feel that I am lucky, the vast sea of people really met you, met the person I love most in my life.

Across the long river of memory, that section of love hidden in the bottom of my heart, so emerged in my mind, dust smoke like a dream, that beautiful encounter like a breeze, who will remember that flower butterfly dance day, that section is engraved with countless moving days.

The excellent and handsome young man completely became a legendary man, emitting a slight light in the small conversation of the people.