回复：﹌________︴恩爱 ︴我可以很勇敢，也可以很简单。

I don't think that when people grow up, they will become more broad-minded and can accept everything. Conversely, I think it's a selecting process, knowing what's the most important and what's the least. And then be a simple man.

Remember, the brick walls are there for a reason. The brick walls are not there to keep us out. The brick walls are there to give us a chance to show how badly we want someting. Because the brick walls are there to stop the people who don't want it badly enough. They're there to stop the other people.

I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes.

There is no rehearsal in the life , once missing , it will be lost forever.

The fact is that the world is out of everyone's expectation. But some learn to forget, but others insist.

No matter how cruel the destiny treats one with tribulation and misfortune, it will correspondingly treat him with happiness and sweetness. Even if the happiness is short and false, it's enough to light up the whole future life.

I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I am with you.

The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them knowing you can't have them.

To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world .

Among those people that appear in our life, some are to teach us, some to comfortus, some to share and some to love.

Let`s write that letter we thought of writing "one of these days".

When you are old and grey and full of sleep
And nodding by the fire, take down this book
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Yours eyes had once, and of their shadows deep.
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead.
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars

Save a place for yourself, before going out to love.
You don‘t have to know who to love, how to love, or how long your love will last.
Just wait for the one time. Maybe there will never be the one. But just wait, because it already is your reward.

The sapling that bears our mark of love has grown into a big tree,
but our once fervent love is lost forever in the wind.
The little mark has become a scar.
When the wind blows, we hear the sigh of the forest...