Life is like a make-up mirror. When you smile at him, he smiles at you, and when you cry at him, he cries at you. Yes, there are always disappointments in life. Why care too much? As long as your heart is open, you have plenty of reasons to smile at life. I don't believe in the lines of the palm, but I believe in the power of the palm and fingers. If you're not sure where you're going, this is your burial place. Smile, don't be discouraged, don't be proud. You will find how beautiful the world is. Life is a cup of wine, intoxicating; Life is a longing, yearning.

The fragrance of flowers is strong, you should feel it with your nose; Life is beautiful, we should use our hearts to understand. I can't forget Nietzsche's distant cry. Perhaps it is not easy to understand his madness - it is human destiny. It's not easy to understand what he wrote down but didn't do it in the end - that's all the possibilities of understanding people. In the way of the creator, he said: "what they throw to the hermits is injustice and filth, but my brother, if you want to be a star, you have to shine on them without nostalgia." Everything can change, only our ideals can not change; Everything can grow, only our pride can not grow; Everything can be old, only our young hearts can't be old; Everything can go back, but we can't go back. When ordinary people look at life from the perspective of beauty, we have to praise: where do those natural and beautiful scenery come from? Is it God's uncanny workmanship? No, it's us. It's us who created all this with our hard-working hands and made life wonderful because of us.

When you are used to living a life, you only live one day in your life; If you live a new life, you will have a wonderful day. Meditation -- this also seems to explain our interpersonal relationship. If the dog is willing to try wagging its tail on the makeup mirror, the situation will completely change, and the dog in the makeup mirror will certainly repay its equally friendly behavior.

I'm used to opening the window at night, let the night wind blow the long curtains, play my favorite zither, and make a pot of tea Guyu green tea. Light, don't miss the people far away, and don't wait for the phone that doesn't know when to ring. Just let yourself be in the faint, clear tea fragrance and spend the best time of the day with your shadow!

Life is rich and colorful. People are often the beautiful scenery in life. The true feelings between people, the warmth in the family and the dedication in the society are colorful beauty.

The beauty in life is not what life gives us, but the clear reflection of our hearts and life. Not only are our hearts seeking the beauty of life, but the beauty of life is also surging against our hearts.

Autumn is gentle, just like a mother nurturing her children. Autumn is amorous, such as a girl's clear eyes. The bright and clean autumn moon is amorous. The bright moonlight spreads out and puts a layer of gauze on the earth, revealing a dreamlike beauty. In the face of setbacks, perseverance and courage are beauty; It is beautiful to lend a helping hand to people in trouble; Respecting the old and loving the young is beauty; Protecting the environment is beauty... Beauty is produced all the time in life. We should not only find beauty with our eyes, but also create beauty with our hands! Let the beauty in life be everywhere.

I grew up slowly and have been struggling in the society for several years. I began to doubt what the definition of happiness is. Can you really find the person you love most in your life? What if you find it? Can you live with him? Life has taught me too many things, and I gradually understand the helplessness in life. Fragments of life are like little sails, drifting with the waves. In an instant, they disappear without a trace, leaving only a sea of life and the horizon. I stood on the beach of life and played. I always felt that I was too ordinary and too insignificant. I hid when I was bored. My life has been plain since then. But this quiet life like a sleeping night has more loneliness and depression. So I returned to the magnificent sea again and set sail again. I suddenly understand - life can not escape, only face.

If the ideal just blooms for a moment, and then it is only used in hanging, then what is the meaning of the ideal? If passion is a hormone of youth, and you only know you have it when you cry many years later, what's the meaning of passion.

Everyone should live in his own world. Perhaps there is no magnificent legend, but it is the plain that can let our tired heart rest. Among them, there is no lack of beauty in life.

I often hear people complain about life and society. Now there are fewer and fewer beautiful things, and life is becoming more and more boring. I want to live with the idea of "being a monk for a day and hitting the clock for a day" every day. Of course, I will be tired and lose my enthusiasm for life. At that moment, a touch deeply attacked me. It's like many years ago, I suddenly saw the figure of a boy I fell in love with. I felt inexplicable joy all day. A very ordinary day seems to be touched by the morning and plated with Phnom Penh.