From cowardice to strength, I realized that life stopped in a quiet night, looked at my slender shadow, and reason told me that all this was just illusory. I was so insignificant. I wanted to get justice for fairness and justice, but there was nothing I could do. On this late summer night, I feel bitterly cold and helpless. ...
The only comfort may be the looming stars in the dark sky. Where are the stars? They have beautiful and warm light, but they are blocked by thick clouds. The stars are working hard all the time, struggling in the clouds, just to add a touch of gorgeous color to the dark night. I believe that one day, the stars will break through the clouds and show their unique talents, small and humble stars.
It's not important to be looked down upon by others. What matters is the result of your own efforts. The important thing is that after you succeed, you don't care about the slander of others, the flattery of others, and the people who once looked down on you. You should learn to be grateful, grateful to all those who have hurt you, and grateful to all those who look down on you. Because of them, you will become stronger and more successful. All you have to do is hold your head high in front of people who look down on you, look up to your success in front of those people and make them feel ashamed of what they have done. ...
So be strong and work hard. People around us are watching us. If you are not strong, who can you show your cowardice to? ...
From cowardice to strength, how do you feel about life? After the summer solstice, the temperature rises sharply, and the whole body seems to be dehydrated, eager for water, but always isolated and irreparable. The precipitation is pitiful, the earth has been brutally torn apart by the hot sunshine, and the children drinking muddy water tell their grievances and expectations with their eyes. I stick to my dreams and expectations with what little strength I have left.
People's life is so short, and people's life is so small that we can become too little. Many times, all we can do is accept it helplessly, and many things can only go with the wind. Those wild and unruly styles in youth have long been fragmented, and even sporadic fragments cannot be traced; Time is like sand in my hand. The tighter I hold it, the easier it is to lose it. Finally, I am no longer young, and my age is gradually written on my face, leaving traces of fleeting time. I began to want to cherish everything I love, but I still can't accept what I don't like. I still can't force a smile. My unhappiness is exposed and I live the most real life. .
From adulthood, we should learn to be independent and not hide under the wings of our parents to avoid difficulties, because their silver silk reminds us that when our parents are old, we should guard them with strong arms, shoulder our responsibilities and look back without hesitation. In the end, there is only one result-death, and no one can escape. From birth to death, I will struggle desperately. If I knew that suffering was inevitable, would I be so scared? Just like inevitable death, if you face it bravely, you may be able to reach the other side of happiness after crossing the river of pain. People really need faith, and firmly believe in one thing, for example, if you are still struggling on the road of dreams, remember to say to yourself: persistence is victory; When you are exhausted, you should cherish yourself. When you really love the future, you should encourage yourself: you will meet at the next intersection. Really, everything can't be arbitrary, and life can't be smooth sailing. Stick to it or never give up. We have no choice, because we only have one life.
When despair comes, I will shut myself up and let it die. I stubbornly demonstrated my strength. I never think of myself as a woman with a fragile heart and a strong appearance. I have enough energy to bear the pain. I'm not afraid of losing anything, just clinging to what I lost. I always feel that only time can prove everything, such as aged wine. The longer the time, the more mellow the taste. But I neglected that time can dilute everything. I don't know if it's good to be an adventurous woman. I like to choose the hard road, with no regrets, although it is often scarred.
I don't believe in tears in life, so I believe that tears are a sign of weakness, so I don't cry easily, especially in front of people. Finally, I know that true strength is not to stop crying, but to wipe the tears from the corner of my eyes with my own hands and then smile. If you feel bitter, cry. It is not a crime for a man to cry, let alone a woman.
If you are not strong, who will make you weak? No one can save anyone, only themselves are their salvation, there are no bad people, only bad attitude, I don't know what will happen in the future, I only know that I am not afraid anyway.
From cowardice to strength, the perception of life. When we know that weakness is useless, when we tolerate it, the final compromise passes through our hearts, hurting the bone marrow and leaving a lasting memory. We will choose to be strong.
If we are not strong, who will we show cowardice to?
Time keeps slipping through our fingers. In the hourglass of sound, we open our fingers and look at the road. When we look back, we abandon ourselves. When the lights are dim, no matter whether you are lonely or crying, no one will really care about you, and no one will fully understand you.
Parents' love is like a mountain, brothers and sisters' love is thicker than water, but our hearts are lonely. The world is changing too fast for our souls to keep up. When love becomes a myth, friendship goes away in betrayal, and marriage carries money and reputation, we begin to waste and give up on ourselves.
Life is not easy, life is not easy, life is not easy. Then, if we are not strong, who will show our cowardice to?
The sympathy of others is pity, and the tears of relatives are not edible. In the end, we still hold up our own sky, and our own way is to continue kneeling.
Walking, on the road of frosted Banqiao, walking, walking is a beautiful scenery. Although we will be like meteors, we will eventually fall into the long river of time. However, we used to be brilliant. When watching the meteor shower, we left light in our eyes. Then, when we are reduced to ashes, we will have less regrets.
There are too many shells behind us. Let's end those hopeless loves, bury those memories in the depths of our hearts, and delete all those happy and unhappy. Be a goldfish in a fish tank, and you will be happy with only seven seconds of memory.
Look online. It is full of unhappiness, anxiety and sadness all over the world, but it wastes our mood and forgets a happy heart. How short life is, we are all just passers-by in the years. If we are unhappy, who can we show our cowardice to?
Life is a person's trek in the desert, and the suffering all the way is our practice. If you are going to die tomorrow, what you want to do most at this time is to do it today. There will be too many accidents tomorrow, maybe we didn't come in a hurry, maybe we weren't ready, and accidents will happen to us. We should all be strong enough to write a suicide note and put it in the cupboard as a permanent treasure.
The world is a cold world. Without anyone, the earth still turns. Without this love, maybe there will be better people waiting for you at the next stop. Without this tangled marriage, maybe the next person who loves you will know how to sympathize with a person better. You are happy every day and every year, so be happy.
Buddha said: Yes. What you give is what you get.
I said, put it down. Let others go, and let yourself go.
Marriage is the grave of love, and marriage is a besieged city. We know it is the root of pain, but we still have to try our best to get into it. Want to come out inside, want to come in outside. Then we dig out the walls of the besieged city, and no one can get in or out.
It's noisy enough during the day, and it's still tossing at night. Because we are all weak, at night, we are afraid of loneliness, and at night, we are even more afraid to face our true hearts. We tried our best to escape.
Insomnia, open your eyes from dawn to dawn, from darkness to darkness. We are sleepy and tired, but we can't sleep.