"If the life of waves, the buckling." We trudged in the short life, experienced numerous wind snow and rain, then in a certain intersection are likely to be the fate of all the unknown future
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In the unknown, our confusion, confusion, pain. We cannot see the end of the horizon, can't see through the fate of the future, cannot read the life of a sudden change in the situation...... From the heart of sincerity in the lonely stretches, like a candle in the winter cold and gloomy atmosphere
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Things change, life is not always a breeze, the sun and rain. Those hiding in the dark of the depressed, those wind disease to the storm, those with less than anti damage
NuHart, enough to make life beautiful with the vicissitudes of life, enough to be reduced to fragments of our beliefs shaken, a dejected.
Our life, always be fame and material pursuit. We fell into the secular eyes inextricably bogged down in. Bear matter ordinary psychological rather fragile, bear the purest things not because of the pursuit of fame and fortune and lose the spirit and become feel depressed
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We are on the way of life seems to have lost too much, so there is always a way tired and a miss. Through the rear know, life is a dream, a fall of vegetation. A lot of things we are pursuing, originally did not belong to their own, such as vegetation, every autumn to winter. Then, we pursue the matter and fame, not so
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Our heart, sometimes very tired, very painful. Such as in the surrounding silence and empty nights there, and flawless, ignorance. In this full of drama on the stage of life, we have seen deceit hypocrisy and the fickleness of the world too much, and we also bear too much sorrow and pain. Our life, such as in a boat on the sea in the vast, rickety bumps with towards the distant horizon, never to return......
