Believe that happy days are coming. The heart always looks toward the future, yet we often dwell in melancholy in the present. Everything is transient and will pass, but what has passed will become a cherished memory. (Pushkin)
Some elderly people are wrinkled, but their smiles make them feel warm and approachable. Some children are very young, but their smiles bring infinite warmth and happiness! So, Learn to smile; it is the source of our joy. A smile costs very little but yields great rewards—let us smile more often.
Some say if you want something, let it go. If it comes back to you, it is yours forever. If it does not return, there is no need to wait, for it was never meant to be yours! Unexpected warmth, unexpected emotion, unexpected understanding, unexpected appreciation, and unexpected beauty—unexpectedness can last for a moment, but it cannot last a lifetime.
Those fleeting expectations, like drifting mist, guide the reckless paths of youth. Only those who have lived long enough in this world understand that however absurd youth may seem, it is often right... It is not life that determines what we do, but what we do that determines the life we lead. If you carry life on your shoulders, it will always be your burden.
Young women long to meet a gentle man who frequently adds fragrance on a rainy night. Young men hope for a kind woman who quietly serves tea in the deepening dusk. Yet, those who end up by our side are often the ones who clumsily add clothes for us or nag while serving us food. Time is not cruel; if forced to choose between beauty and truth, it always leaves us with the truth.
How I wish I could suddenly wake up and find I had only fallen asleep in a primary school class, and that everything I am experiencing is just a dream. You tell your classmate about your long dream, and they call you a fool and tell you to listen to the teacher. You look at the playground outside the window; everything is so familiar, and everything is still full of hope.
If the motherland is a ship on an expedition, my pen is the oar pulling it forward; if life is a long piece of music, my footsteps are the dancing notes.
