Lonely life, who will listen to the pure voice in your heart? Looking into the future, who will appreciate the splendor in your eyes?
Tacit understanding and harmony are forged by heaven, so what a bosom friend shares with you is not only feelings, but also yearning. Zhong Ziqi died and Boya didn‘t want to live in the world. So I dropped the piano and gave up. Share, but also so desolate.
“Raise your glass to invite the bright moon, and make three for the shadow.” How can you measure the size of these cups when the moonlight is shining all over your mind? Is it sadness or missing? May we all be blessed with longevity. Though far apart, we are still able to share the beauty of the moon together.. Acacia is not a person’s thing, thousands of miles away, someone with you to share the bitterness of Acacia. After bitterness is sweetness, after sharing is happiness. Lonely brew, Miss mellow. Dongpo‘s yearning is tied to the solitary grave thousands of miles away, while the yearning in the solitary grave is full in the world. Don’t worry about it. Someone will share it with you at any time
After losing, I know how to cherish, but I don‘t care when I have it. So Li Yu sighed, “the carved railing should still be there, just Zhu YangAi.” The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city has deep vegetation in spring. Home country revisits, boundless rivers and mountains. When Li Yu is alone on the fence and alone sad, someone needs to share his sadness. Who would that be? His country is sleeping in the wind. He will send his sorrow to the wind and tell his sorrow to the rain. A spring rain helps him to share all the pain. Spring rain, cage away all grief. It turns out that sometimes we share not only happiness but also pain.
Persistent pursuit needs unremitting efforts, but a Bing is alone to keep that feeling. Also in the pursuit of music to the infinite yearning for beauty. He hopes that people can share his happiness, that is, the appreciation of “Spring River, flower and moon night”. Erhu with its quaking
The sound stirs the string deep in people’s hearts, and with a slight twist, infinite feelings are born. Appreciation of beauty, if it only exists in the world, and no one appreciates it and no one shares it, will be like a withered flower, a petal withering, a sadness falling to the ground. To share everything of beauty is to believe in life.
Sharing is a kind of fraternal state of mind. If you learn to share, you will learn to live.
Sharing is the depth of thinking. When you think deeply, you share the pain of your friends. Sharing is a kind of belief in life. When we understand sharing, we understand the meaning of existence.
I learned that sharing shoulder the heavy responsibility, pick up happiness, let go of pain, let the sun shine into the heart.
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