Walking in the world, accepting or rejecting, loving or not loving, giving up or clinging. Everyone should have a heart of acceptance and tolerance, but also learn to refuse. I refuse to be numb.
Although the tempering of life makes too much enthusiasm to make a cloud of smoke, but can not let the feelings grind out the old man.
If there is no cloud to let the eyes fly and chase, then what is the fun of life?
I refuse to be bright forever.
Because it is an illusory dream, pain can make me grow and make me strong. The rain and snow in my life made me able to clearly see the road under my feet in the spring dream.
I refused to fold the blooming flower, which is destroying the beautiful life.
A fragile slender flower stem, after a lot of struggle and pain, blooms beautifully, how can I bear to destroy the happiness of others for personal lust.
I only looked at it from a distance, silently praying for the miracle of nature to open every corner of life.
I refuse to gamble tomorrow with youth.
In the precious season, how can it stand up to a lot of money, and the money can be recovered, but whether it is an hour or a minute. there is nowhere to be found. Youth belongs to oneself, grasp it, use it, cherish it, and harvest the fruits of the golden autumn.
I refused to be the gentle flower on the window sill that was afraid of the wind and rain. They could only sigh the changing weather through the glass window.
One day, the wind swept past the sinister window, and the delicate flowers plucked, falling and regretting and sad. I admire women who are shouldering shoulders with men and gain the respect and life of the world with their intelligence and charm.
I admire the woman who has some pride. She relies on her shoulders to provoke the burden of life. She gets out of the hall, gets the kitchen, rolls up her sleeves to kill the chicken and slaughter the sheep, but it also has a kind of warmth.