拥抱阳光，快乐同行，美好一天！

Embrace the sunshine, joyfully walk together, have a wonderful day!

1. 01

It seems that the text "1. 01" is already in English and appears to be a numeric representation with a period, possibly indicating a version number or a date. There's no additional language to translate. If you meant to translate a different string, please provide the complete text in its original language.

2. ˃̵͈̑ᴗ˂✌︎ ʚïɞ新的一天☀️ 再微弱的光也算是光， 再普通的人也会有 自己人生里的高光瞬间。 早上好呀！ ୧⍤⃝◌

2. ˃̵͈̑ᴗ˂✌︎ ʚïɞA new day ☀️ Even the faintest light is light, and even the most ordinary person will have their own shining moments in life. Good morning! ୧⍤⃝◌

3. 02

The text "3.02" is already in English. It appears to be a numerical notation or a version number. If you meant to translate it from another language, please provide the original text in that language.

4. 无人问津的时候，坚定且执着。 众人艳羡的时候，内心如止水。 早安！ ୧⍤⃝◌

4. Be firm and persistent when no one is interested. Stay calm and composed when everyone is envious. Good morning! ୧⍤⃝◌

5. 03

It seems like you've provided a number followed by a date format (03), which doesn't constitute a complete sentence or phrase in any language. If you are looking to translate the date format, it is typically represented in English as: 5.03 Without additional context, it is not possible to translate this into a meaningful English phrase. If you meant to provide a phrase in a different language or context, please provide the full text or more details.

6. 努力的价值在于， 当好运降临的时候， 我感到一切都是值得的。 早上好！ ୧⍤⃝◌

6. The value of effort lies in the fact that when good fortune comes, I feel that everything is worthwhile. Good morning! 1⍤⃝◌

7. 04

The text "7. 04" seems to be a numeric expression that could represent a date, a time, or a version number, but it is incomplete and does not provide enough context to translate it into English as a coherent sentence. If you could provide more context or specify what the "7.04" represents, I could help you translate it into English more accurately.

8. 最宝贵的并非你当下有多优秀， 而是通过努力， 往后的每一天都能越变越好。 早呀！

8. The most valuable is not how excellent you are at the moment, but through effort, you can become better every day in the future. Good morning!

9. 05

It seems like you've provided a number with a decimal point followed by a zero, which translates to English as: 9.05

10. 早安☀️，美妙的一天开始了， 要心若花开，脸带微笑，芬芳迎暖， 微笑便是最美的修行， 愿你与阳光相伴，和快乐并肩， 好好地疼爱自己，做自己的主人， 前方的道路必定步步留香。

10. Good morning ☀️, a wonderful day has begun. May your heart bloom like flowers, wear a smile on your face, embrace warmth, and let a smile be the most beautiful practice. May you be accompanied by the sunshine and walk side by side with happiness, love yourself well, be the master of yourself, and the path ahead will surely leave a fragrance with every step.

11. 06

It seems like you've provided a date in a format that's not typically used in English. The translation of "11.06" would depend on the context: - If it's a date, it could be translated as "11th June" or "June 11th" in English, assuming it's in the format of day.month. - If it's a timestamp or a specific number, it could simply be translated as "11.06" without any change, as it's already in a format that's commonly used in English for numbers with decimals.

12. ɦǟքքʏ ɖǟʏ☀️ “生活向来是好坏参半 鲜花与荆棘同在 莫内卷 莫焦虑 莫躺平 我们怀揣诚意慢慢前行✩〰

12. ɦǟքքʏ ɖǟʏ☀️ "Life is always a mix of good and bad, flowers and thorns side by side. Don't be consumed by the rat race, don't worry, don't be complacent. Let's move forward with sincerity and patience✩〰"

13. 07

It appears that the text "13. 07" is already in English. It is a date format that combines the day (13) and the month (07), where the month is written in two-digit form. If you were looking for a translation or an explanation of this text, here it is: 13th July (British English) or July 13th (American English) Both formats are commonly used to represent the 13th day of July.

14. 早安☀️，新的一天， 不管你是否彷徨， 当阳光升起之际， 请坚信努力皆有回报， 活出最绚烂的自己！

14. Good morning ☀️, a new day has arrived. Whether you are lost or not, as the sun rises, please believe that all hard work will be rewarded, and live out the most splendid version of yourself!

15. 08

The text "15. 08" does not provide enough context to translate into English. It appears to be a combination of a number and a date format that could mean "15th of August" in English if it is a date, or it could simply be the number "15" followed by the Roman numeral "VIII" (which also translates to "8" in English). If it is meant as a date, the translation would be: 15th of August If it's a numerical reference with no date context, it would remain as: 15. 08

16. 无法重新来过的人生，尽量让自己快乐， 被爱固然很好，没有也无妨， 莫说，莫问，莫期待，就不会有失望， 撑好伞，迈稳步， 不入歧途，不忘归途！

16. Life cannot be replayed, so strive to be happy. Being loved is great, but it's fine without it too. Do not say, do not ask, do not expect, and there will be no disappointment. Hold your umbrella steady, walk with determination, do not go astray, and never forget the path back home!

17. 生命太短,没有时间留给遗憾,若不是终点,请微笑一直向前。——题记NO1静守时光以待流年时间的沙漏沉淀着那些迷离不清的过往，记忆的双手总是无意的拾起那零落的曾经。漫漫长路，人还是喜欢回忆那些过往。笑谈时光，细数流年。风，送来了秋天的第一枚叶子，旋在手心，在季节的轮回里飘飞。淡淡的暖阳悄悄告别夏的绚烂，姹紫嫣红，轻轻挽出秋的素雅清丽，和着声声的鸟鸣。溪风轻拂，白云缱绻。一痕雁行，几竿竹韵。翩翩的又岂止是这秋的景致，更有那一腔怒放的心语，莞尔一笑，让风浮动了菲菲花絮，荡思无涯。年华如水，涤荡无边的烟波在清曈深处渴望漂泊。似水流年，三千载清风梦回故园。那依旧徘徊在长亭古道边的云影，轻挽一缕紫烟，自远方摇曳而至。静观彼岸风生水起，恍然若梦，既是梦，就把它永远留在梦里。风穿过思维的栅栏，矗立在秋的视野眺望梦中的桃源。总是相信，会有那么一个地方，紫陌阡尘的水中央，灼灼一树桃花。弄花香衣，凭栏听月，垂首怀想，一缕暗香。回首昨日熟悉的风景，细看秋日的墨绿清光，让阳光穿透这个季节的忧郁，映亮一朵微笑的花蕊。融一串眷恋，念一行祈愿，站在风华之外，期待一份安宁。蹉跎岁月里，看秋水长天，谱一曲蓝色的悲欢。掬一捧暖阳，携一缕清芬，弄花香满衣，舞暗香盈袖。一缕牵念，越过千山万水之间。越过时间越过冷暖滞留在初见的绿洲之中，翘首期盼打破了眉间忧郁，霎时间，温柔姹紫嫣红开遍。只为你书一笺绕指情柔，描一季旖旎缠绵。拂过红尘薄薄的帘幕，初见的唯美依旧惊艳。一场不完美的邂逅，落墨在我的心底，成了此生最深的痴恋用思念丈量和你的距离，深深浅浅却任凭时间沦陷。若思念是美，愿在每一个晨风暮雨中拥你入怀倾听心跳的旋律。若距离是美，愿在每一晚月色里静静想你感知相通的情愫。若前生有缘，愿在岁岁年年里赏花开花落幽香满径的花海一醉千年。若今生有缘，愿许下心愿，用我一世的牵念，暖你一生的期盼祈祷你今生幸福圆满。伸出双手，遥握那飘渺在千山万水之上的迷离梦幻，采撷一片温柔入梦，挽一眉浅笑欢歌且行且珍惜，把你放心中呵暖。只愿依着时光，与你静守时光低吟浅唱，相伴安然。静守时光以待流年，回首熟悉的风景，摘一枚秋日的青叶，揽一串眷恋的花香，站在风华之外，期待一片安宁。流年似水，似水流年。看浅浅清秋，染一抹淡淡的蓝色悲欢。NO2童谣一落，陌上花开于浅笑安然里执一缕墨香，聆听陌上花开的声音，那些牵牵念念，也便穿过红尘岁月，温软了一怀恬淡。倚窗而立，临风远眺，凝眸间，总有一些情愫简约明媚，总有一些沧桑，滑过流年，渐行渐远成笑靥中的逝水沉香。许是习惯了在记忆深处，捡拾大大小小似曾相识的过往，哭过的，笑过的，早已渗入骨髓，又于默默里，演绎成了端然。常常幻想：绿水青山间，有一处小筑，溪水潺潺，桃花点点，心累了，就在这里小憩。云深处，抚一曲筝音，心语、自然两缠绵；轻吟间，安了梦，醉了眼。携一抹明媚，遮盖忧伤，浅笑流年，只想让快乐多一些，只想让美好浓一些。因为一直相信：明媚着，便是快乐；快乐着，便是美好。一季静秋，以不同的色彩勾勒，收敛了浮躁与喧嚣，多了一份沉思与静美，如一幅浓墨重彩的画卷，包含了季节的浓烈，也彰显着成熟与厚重。秋风，掀起季节的一角，轻盈着四季更替的脚步，也摇曳岁月深处的冷暖。秋天的清晨，空气中夹杂着一丝薄凉。站在窗前，极目远眺，枫林尽染，层层叠叠，透着季节的浓烈，就有如人生，只有用不同的色彩勾勒才会更完美，生命的繁华与没落，都是一种圆满。轻拾一片落叶，那清晰的脉络，便是生命的写意，人生，山一程水一程，辗转间，万千风景以过，只有经历过，懂得过，沉淀着方能生香。一直对时光有很多美好的期待，相信最美的风景在前方。走过了明媚的春，经历了繁华似锦的夏，我更加珍惜秋的包容与丰盈，怀揣着一份期许，在秋的眉眼间，看生命的繁花，开满了岁月的轩窗，轻拾文字的诗心，让婉约的心事，在浅秋柔曼的心曲里轻舞，守着内心的安然与恬静，用文字讲述这一路的悲喜。这一程山水，有错过，有伤痛，也有过挫折坎坷，当所有的过往都在秋的沉寂中落定，内心萦绕的只有相遇的温暖。不去问曾经的故事会有怎样的结局；也不想去纠结还有多少眷恋埋藏在心底，只愿珍藏着这一路相惜的感动与欢愉，浅喜，深藏，回眸处，是一场花开的嫣然。时光深处，把寒凉轻盈在过往的云烟里，把牵念温暖在掌心的纹路里，以静水深流的姿势，安然着幸福。盈一抹感悟于流年里，只要心存豁达，便能看到世上最美的风景。生命中，总有不舍的一页，那么深，又那么暖。光阴的美好，就在于相遇与别离间镌刻的岁月痕迹。流年，是一首无字的歌，一直在心中生生不息的，除了念，还有希望。紫陌红尘，看过多少物是人非的风景，走过多少聚散依依的旅程，有多少情是隔水观望的花，有多少人是到达不了的彼岸，我不是你的一记温情回顾，而你，却早已是我的百回千转。雨未央，风依旧；曲未尽，人已散，经年的莫失莫忘，早已散落在落花流水间，谁许过谁一世情牵，谁许过谁两心不忘，有一天都不重要了，或许有些感情，遇见，交错，已然是最好的结局，时光，就在这念与不念之间渐行渐远，心就在路上，一半明媚，一半忧伤。有些情，虽然短暂，却已然走过心间；有些人，近在咫尺，却是一生无缘。总以为，不再想起，就不再染相思；总以为，不再念起，就不会再有忧伤；总以为，放不下所有，却会在眼泪掉下时转身离开，因为我只想看到彼此初识的微笑。我将一些沧桑，尽藏于心，我将一些过往，尘封收藏，不再去问流水无情还是落花无意，也不再执着的找寻有你的天涯。谁能执守一颗心，直到永远？谁愿牵一人手，走过沧海桑田？写过太多风花雪夜的缠绵；听过太多天长地久的期许，岁月中的一地阑珊，再也无法拾起，有一种相遇叫情深缘浅；有一种结局是曲终人散。爱过，痛过，哭过笑过，然后借一方晴空，拥抱阳光，继续坚强。放下该放下的，珍惜所拥有的，一笑而过，安然生活。一支蘸了胭脂的画笔，任你在时光的镜中怎样涂抹，也描摹不出最初的滋味，曾经的风景再美，也只是曾经而已。只有回不去的过去，没有过不完的当下，伤划在心底，痛过了，终会结茧，其实，我们每个人都比想象中的要坚强。手中的花茶寂寥无声，只留一手的余温，经历过后再想起，那些曾经唱过的歌，依然飘荡在心里；曾经爱过的人，却再也提不起恨，遇到了，莫问是缘是劫，爱过了，别问缘深缘浅，珍惜了，便是永远。在心中留一径浅香给彼此，若忆起，便是温暖。NO3素心向暖，浅笑安然秋日的午后，阳光透过窗棂，照在身上暖暖的。喜欢在这温婉的时光里，掬起一抹墨香，把一缕幽静，安然于心底，在委婉的词阙中，将心靠岸，让一颗心，如水般清澈，如云般飘逸。也曾在云山水墨间做着纯净的梦，相信总有些美好，萦绕在梦里；总有些温暖，不期而遇；总有些风景，会因为我而美丽；总有张笑脸，是为我而绽放。将一颗心安放在流年里，在遇见中欢喜；在经历中感动；在前行中顿悟；在光阴里细品；在岁月中，做最真实的自己。让那份持久而永恒的信念，在柔软的时光里曼妙轻舞，你来或不来，在或不在，我依然心依阳光，从容向暖，将点滴的惆怅，化作眉间淡淡的一瞥，微笑，是生命里最美的诗行。世间种种，一半圆满，一半残缺，生命因为有裂痕，阳光才能照得进来。生活有暗淡就会有精彩；有薄凉就会有温暖；有高潮就会有低谷；有痛苦就会有欢乐；有失落便会有希望。人生，总要经过一些疼痛让我们刻骨铭心；岁月，总要留下一些痕迹证明我们曾经走过，也许生命只有经历过才算完整。盈一份感悟于流年，所有的经历都为教会我们坚强；所有的过往都是一场懂得。人生，是经历千回百转，看一路的风景；幸福，是牵起一双手，尝遍人间欢愉的味道。若人生如花，淡者香。愿这一生，都如一朵淡雅的莲，婉约细致，从容绽放，珍惜每一次春暖花开，释怀每一次的冰封雪融，在静好的岁月里，与快乐同行，用微笑的韵律伴随每一个春夏秋冬，愿走过流年山高水长的我们，依旧拥有一颗梨花似雪的心。谱一曲清韵，安放于流年，让最深的幸福，以细水长流的姿势，落入眉心，生命衔接处，光阴只是窄窄的台阶。当繁华与葱茏，逐渐在流年的山高水长里隐藏，人生的底色，会越来越简单，这简单，才是人的初心、生命的本真。访遍红尘驿站，阅尽人生风景，当时光缱绻了所有的浮华，默守心底的那份安然，一粥一饭，一盏回家的灯，便是人世最踏实的温暖。生命若歌，起伏跌宕，声起声落，我们每个人都是歌者；浮华尘世，生命如茶，或浓或淡，或苦或甜，需要我们用心去品尝。时光似水，依旧潺潺，静守着红尘悲欢，铺一案素笺，漫把心事碾碎成鸾悲凤泣的哀怨，借以诗词温梦，焚烧炽念取暖，点点滴滴一路穿越苍凉的岁月，书成流韵的断章，飘扬在横风陈雨的斑年。浮华三千，只做自己，红尘纷扰，我自安然。素色年华里，展一卷心瓣，绽一世书香，不需刻意，不需掩饰，指尖温婉一份岁月静好，茶韵氤氲一眸低眉浅笑。拈一指流年，守一份安然，心，永远微笑向暖。生命太短,没有时间留给遗憾,若不是终点,请微笑一直向前。

17. Life is too short; there's no time for regrets. If it's not the end, please keep smiling and keep moving forward. - Memoir No.1:静止时光，等待流年。The hourglass of time accumulates those elusive pasts, and the hands of memory always inadvertently pick up the scattered memories. On the long journey, people still like to remember those pasts. Talking about time, counting the years. The wind brings the first leaf of autumn, spinning in the palm, fluttering in the cycle of the seasons. The faint warmth of the sun quietly says goodbye to the brilliance of summer, the vivid colors, gently drawing out the simple elegance of autumn, accompanied by the sounds of birds. The stream breeze gently blows, white clouds intertwined. A trace of geese in the sky, a few bamboo melodies. Is it only the scenery of autumn that is graceful, but also that heartfelt outburst of emotion, a gentle smile, making the flowers flutter and the thoughts wander. Time flows like water, washing away endless waves of smoke and mist at the depth of clarity, longing for a漂泊. Time flows like water, three thousand years of dreams returning to the hometown. The clouds lingering on the ancient path are still wavering, wrapping a strand of purple smoke, swaying from a distant place. Watching the wind and water rise on the opposite shore, it is as if a dream, if it is a dream, then let it stay forever in the dream. The wind passes through the bars of thought, towering in the autumnal view and looking at the Shangren in the dream. I always believe that there is such a place in the middle of the water of the purple and white roads, a tree of blooming peach blossoms. Playing with the fragrance of flowers, leaning on the railing to listen to the moon, looking down with thoughts, a trace of fragrance. Looking back at the familiar scenery of yesterday, looking at the green light of autumn, let the sun penetrate the melancholy of this season, illuminating the petal of a smile. Melt a string of love, a line of wishes, standing outside the splendor, looking forward to a peaceful mind. In the years of waste, looking at the autumn water and sky, composing a blue happy and sad song. Pick up a handful of warmth, bring a breath of fragrance, play with the fragrance of flowers, dancing with the fragrance in the sleeves. A trace of yearning, crossing thousands of mountains and rivers. Over time, over cold and warm, staying in the oasis of the first meeting, looking forward to breaking the depression between the eyebrows, in an instant, gentle purple and red opens everywhere. Just for you to write a letter of soft feelings, to describe a season of beautiful entanglement. Swish over the thin curtain of the red dust, the beauty of the first meeting is still stunning. An imperfect encounter, falling into the bottom of my heart, has become the deepest infatuation in my life. Using thoughts to measure the distance between you, deep and shallow, but let time sink into it. If the thought is beautiful, I wish to hold you in my arms in every morning wind and rain, listening to the melody of your heartbeat. If distance is beautiful, I wish to think of you silently every night, feeling the sentiment of intimacy. If there is a cause in the past life, I wish to appreciate the blooming flowers and falling flowers in the flower sea for thousands of years in the year after year. If there is a cause in this life, I wish to make a wish, using my lifetime of yearning, to warm your life's expectations, praying for your happiness and perfection in this life. Extend your hands, reach out to that elusive dream in the midst of thousands of mountains and rivers. Pick up a piece of tenderness that enters the dream, tie a faint smile and sing while walking, cherish and cherish, put you in your heart and keep you warm. Just wish to rely on time, with you to stay in time, low吟 low sing, accompany each other safely. Waiting for time to wait for the years, looking back at the familiar scenery, picking a green leaf of autumn, gathering a string of love flowers, standing outside the splendor, looking forward to a peaceful mind. Time flows like water, like time flowing water. Looking at the shallow clear autumn, dyed a faint blue happy and sad. No. 2:童谣一落，陌上花开于浅笑安然里 Hold a trace of ink fragrance, listen to the sound of flowers blooming on the road, those intertwined thoughts also pass through the red dust years, warming a heart of tranquility. Leaning against the window and looking far away, the eyes are filled with simple and bright emotions, and there are always some vicissitudes that slide through the years, becoming a smile in the smile. Perhaps I am accustomed to picking up big and small pasts that seem familiar in the depths of memory, crying, laughing, and they have long seeped into the bone, and they have been performed in silence. Often fantasy: in the green water and green mountains, there is a small building, with babbling streams and scattered peach blossoms. When the heart is tired, I will rest here. In the depths of the clouds, playing a guqin, heart words and nature intertwined; whispering, calm the dream, make the eyes drunk. Bring a touch of brightness, cover up the sadness, a smile flowing through the years, just want to make happiness more, just want to make beauty more. Because I always believe: bright, is happy; happy, is good. A season of quiet autumn, outlined with different colors, constrained the impetuosity and noise, added a lot of meditation and beauty, like a thick ink painting, containing the intensity of the season, also shows maturity and thickness. The autumn wind picks up the corner of the season, light and agile, the steps of the change of the four seasons, also sways the cold and warm in the deep years. In the morning of autumn, there is a little coolness in the air. Standing in front of the window, looking far away, the maple forest is full of red, layer upon layer,透着 the intensity of the season, as if life, only with different colors, will be more perfect, the prosperity and decline of life, are a kind of perfection. Pick up a fallen leaf, that clear脉络, is the meaning of life, life, mountain a process, water a process, turn, thousands of landscapes have passed, only after experiencing, understanding, can be produced fragrance. I have always had many good expectations for time, believing that the most beautiful scenery is ahead. Having walked through the bright spring, experienced the prosperous summer, I cherish more the tolerance and abundance of autumn, with a sense of expectation, looking at the flowers of life between the eyebrows of autumn, picking up the heart of poetry, letting the delicate thoughts dance in the soft melody of early autumn, keeping the calm and tranquil in the heart, telling this journey of joy and sadness with words. This journey of mountains and rivers, there are missed, pain, and also have suffered setbacks and difficulties, when all the past are settled in the quiet of autumn, the heart only revolves around the warmth of the encounter. Do not ask about the ending of the story of yesterday; also do not want to worry about how much yearning is buried in the heart, just want to treasure this journey of love and joy, shallow joy, deep hiding, turning back, is a smile of the flower. In the depth of time, the cold is light and light in the past clouds, the yearning is warm in the lines of the palm, with the posture of still water flowing, safely. Pour a touch of insight into the years, as long as the heart is open, you can see the most beautiful scenery in the world. In life, there is always an unforgettable page, so deep, so warm. The beauty of time lies in the years carved between meeting and parting. The years are a song without words, always生生不息 in the heart, in addition to thoughts, there is hope. The purple and white dust has seen how many scenes of people and things change, walked through how many gatherings and separations, how many emotions are like water-viewing flowers, how many people can not reach the opposite shore, I am not your warm look back, but you have already been my thousand turns. The rain has not ended, the wind is still; the song has not ended, but people have scattered. The years of not losing and not forgetting have already scattered among the fallen flowers and flowing water. Who has promised a lifetime of love to each other, who has promised that two hearts will never forget, it doesn't matter when one day, maybe some feelings, encounter, cross, is the best ending, time, is in the between the thought and not think, away, the heart is on the road, half sunny, half sad. Some emotions, although short, have already passed through the heart; some people, close at hand, but are forever without a cause. Always think that not thinking will not cause相思; always think that not thinking will not have sadness; always think that I can not let go of everything, but I will turn away when the tears fall, because I just want to see the smile of the first meeting. I have hidden some vicissitudes in my heart, and I have sealed up some past, and I no longer ask whether the flowing water is merciless or the falling flowers are unintentional, nor do I stubbornly search for the天涯 with you. Who can hold a heart forever? Who is willing to hold a hand, to pass through the沧海桑田? Written too much of the entanglement of wind and snow; listened to too much of the expectation of eternal love; in the years of confusion, it is impossible to pick up, there is a kind of encounter called deep love and shallow cause; there is an ending called the parting of the scene. Loved, hurt, cried, laughed, and then borrowed a piece of clear sky, embraced the sun, and continued to be strong. Let go of what should be let go, cherish what is possessed, smile and go past, safely live. A paintbrush dipped in rouge, no matter how you paint in the mirror of time, can't描摹 out the original taste, the scenery of the past is beautiful, but it is just past. There is no past, no endless present, pain is in the heart, pain, will eventually form a cocoon, in fact, we are all stronger than we imagine. The flower tea in my hand is silent, only leaving a hand of warmth, after experiencing, thinking of those songs that were once sung, still floating in my heart; the people I once loved, can no longer rise to hate, encountered, do not ask whether it is fate or disaster, loved, do not ask the depth and shallowness of the cause, cherish, is forever. Leave a trace of fragrance in the heart for each other, if you remember, it is warm. No. 3:素心向暖，浅笑安然 On a sunny afternoon in autumn, the sun shines through the window, warming the body. I like to pick up a trace of ink fragrance in this gentle time, put a trace of tranquility in the heart, in the委婉的 verses, anchor the heart, let a heart, as clear as water, as light as clouds. Also in the cloud water and ink painting, doing a pure dream, believing that there are always some good things, lingering in the dream; there are always some warmth, unexpected; there are always some scenery, will be because of me beautiful; there is always a smile, is for me to bloom. Put a heart in the years, in the encounter to be happy; in the experience to be moved; in the forward to be enlightened; in the years, to taste; in the years, to be the most real self. Let that persistent and eternal belief, in the soft time, dance lightly, you come or not, come or not, I still rely on the sun, calmly to warm, turn a little depression, into a faint look between the eyebrows, a smile, is the most beautiful lines in life. The world is half full, half broken, life because of the crack, the sun can shine in. Life has darkness and brightness; there is coldness and warmth; there is climax and trough; there is pain and joy; there is loss and hope. Life, must experience some pain to let us be deeply engraved; years, must leave some traces to prove that we have passed. Perhaps life is only complete after experiencing it. Fill a sense of insight into the years, all the experience is to teach us to be strong; all the past is a kind of understanding. Life is to experience thousands of turns, to see the scenery along the road; happiness is to hold a hand, to taste the taste of joy in the world. If life is like a flower, the faint one is fragrant. I wish this life to be like a dignified lotus, elegant and delicate, calm and blooming, cherish every spring warm flowers, let go of every ice and snow melting, in the peaceful years, with happiness to walk, with the rhythm of smiling, accompany every summer and winter, wish to pass through the years of high mountains and long rivers, still have a heart like a pear blossom. Compose a clear melody, put it in the years, let the deepest happiness, with the posture of slow water flowing, into the eyebrows, the junction of life, time is just a narrow step. When the prosperity and lush, gradually hidden in the years of high mountains and long rivers, the bottom color of life will be more and more simple, this simplicity, is the original intention of man, the essence of life. Visit the red dust station of the world, read the scenery of life, when the time is intertwined with all the pettiness, silently keep the peace in the heart, a bowl of congee, a lamp at home, is the most sincere warmth in the world. Life is a song, fluctuating, sound rising and falling, we are all singers; the floating dust world, life is like tea, or strong or weak, or bitter or sweet, needs us to taste with heart. Time flows like water, still潺潺, quietly watching the joys and sorrows of the world,铺一案素笺， slowly grind the heart into the lament of the phoenix and the weeping, borrow poems to warm dreams, burn yearning to keep warm, bit by bit through the years of desolation, written into the broken chapters of the stream, fluttering in the wind and rain of the years. Three thousand floating, only do yourself, the red dust is confused, I am peaceful. In the years of plain color, unfold a heart petal, a lifetime of literary flavor, do not need to be deliberate, do not need to conceal, a finger of the years, keep a piece of calm, the heart, always smiling to warm. Life is too short; there's no time for regrets. If it's not the end, please keep smiling and keep moving forward.