Life is a beautiful river, the passage of some things are always precipitation, may be valuable pearls, shells, may be useless coarse branches rotten leaves, or with good wishes drifting bottle, or may be discarded by the worry cloth. They are all quiet precipitation in their own place, waiting to meet the right person.
And the life is exactly subtraction and not addition, even if we did not meet the pearl that adorns life colour, shell, also do not pick up the trouble that those other people throw away and sadness, otherwise the life that can give oneself only is filled up.
We always for those who can not get things constantly forget, in fact, just overestimate its value. Those who can not be their own deified things, may be and what they want to have a world of difference. Therefore, do not blindly pursue can not get, not to blindly pick up, rob others "things". Believe in your own hands, it is possible to be a real treasure.
The grapes you can't eat may really be sour.
If you have just realized how much "junk" you need to throw away, please put down your hands. Come with empty hands and go with empty sleeves to lighten the burden of life. Life is nothing more than empty hands and empty fists, where there is what gain and loss is worth holding on to.
The world, wonderful life, as under the wind to listen to cicadas, a wisp of wind, a good mood.
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