Time is affectionate and heartless. Listening to time, quiet as autumn water, deep but silent, how much youth and bitterness are hidden in silence; Taste the time, fragrant as Song Ci, elegant but romantic, with many unforgettable thoughts floating in my heart; Thinking about time, vicissitudes of life are like the sea of hearts, surging but extremely indifferent, and how much eternal life is interpreted in sadness.

That delicacy, that lightness, that bit by bit, is the precipitation of time, the baptism of years, and the steady pace.

Like simplicity.

Because simplicity is a state of mind, and it is a transparency to experience the world.

It is also a natural and beautiful feeling.

Be a silent flower, the morning bell and the evening drum, eat the wind and drink the dew, and live quietly in the cycle of life;

Be a clean spring, wind and rain, and wash and sing in the long river of years;

Be a low-key spring rain, floating shallowly, moistening things silently and moving freely between seasons.

Hold your head high, let go of your heart, don't like it, don't argue, don't float, and have no regrets.

Like silence.

Because silence is power and life. If there is only one meeting, there is not so much melancholy; If we only know each other once, we will be the most beautiful passers-by in each other's lives; If I go back in time, I would like to change my time for an unfinished dream. Silent years, meet in the deepest part of the world of mortals, indulge in insurmountable silence, and make life indifferent and eternal without regrets.

Be yourself, because some things are no longer young when you know them; Some people will not be together if they cherish it; Some feelings, I think sometimes I have missed it!

Like rain.

Because rain is a kind of nature, a kind of romance and a state of mind. The rain window is colorful, meaningful and beautiful; The rainy sea is surging, surging and eternal; A rainy heart is wet, sad and quiet. Rain, a book, always makes people cry; Rain is a song that always touches my heart; Rain, a dream, always makes people daydream.

Rain cools nature, warms the missing world and purifies the soul.

Excellent prose: I like it. I like to cross the narrow mountain road with spring breeze. Strawberries are as delicate as red lanterns and are warmly welcomed all the way. I like to look up at the sharp and tender buds on the treetops. There is a naive pink in the extremely tender yellow-green color.

I like the eternal days in summer, and I like to sit alone under a tree in a windy evening, pick up memories and throw them away. I like looking at the sky, the gorgeous clouds are washed away with joy, and the soft evening star blinks at me.

I like the mountains in autumn. On the hillside, by the pool, it is so desolate, beautiful and lonely. I like morning glory vines all over the mountain. Xiao Zilang has been playing in front of me before she is willing to accept the trend. Sunshine, dazzling white, like tin, and like many glowing metals.

I like the sunshine in winter, scattered in the white morning fog and floating into your sight. I like the quiet and far-reaching, so peaceful and serene, and I prefer the light and heat without noise, so warm.

I like chasing dreams and that girl named Dream. In my dreams, there are always many strange feelings. I dream that I can fly and soar above the blue sky. I dreamed that I was watching the sunrise in front of Purple Mountain. Maybe it is not purple, but Shan Lan reflects the new red sun. The girl named Dream is kind and naive, but still so gentle and considerate. I like her very much.

I like flowers too. Noble and elegant peonies, solitary and clean lilies, fragrant roses, slim and pleasant autumn chrysanthemums, lotus flowers without mud and ripples, and unknown small wildflowers all over the mountains. Red is like fire, pink is like chardonnay and white is like snow. Thin petals open, revealing clearly visible veins, emitting attractive fragrance, as well as the wonders of bees and butterflies dancing. It's beautiful. I believe that when God made flowers, he also gave them the same honor.

I like another kind of flower, the smiling flower that blooms on people's cheeks. When I was crossing the street, it began to rain. An old woman smiled and handed me an umbrella. I smiled and said, "Thank you." When I gave my seat to an old man on the bus, the old man smiled and said, "What a sensible child." The passengers around me also smiled and gave me a favorable look. I smiled and said, "You're welcome!" "I like to see other people's lively, clear and friendly eyes.

I like my friend, and I like to visit her when others don't know. When she ran and jumped out to meet me, the sunshine after the rain seemed to suddenly ignite, warming each other's hearts.

I like a comfortable and leisurely life. I like to look through old things in my spare time, take some old photos and save them in my mobile phone. I like to spend enough time thinking and solving my inner doubts. I like listening to pop songs, which makes me happy. I like and yearn for that kind of rural life, how wonderful it would be!

I like so many "likes" in my heart, I really do!

Excellent prose: "I like it" 3 Music, melodious and full of passion! Without music, the world would not be so colorful. Music can not only give people beautiful enjoyment, but also make people work hard. I think in the music kingdom, my mind will be purified and my thoughts will be enlightened.

I always listen to music before going to bed at night.

"Della's Memories" reminds me that when the author wrote this piece of music, he must have recalled intoxicating past events, and these past events also inspired him to move forward bravely. I listened to this piece of music, which not only made me forget the troubles and tiredness of the day, but also reminded me of many happy times, such as the opening ceremony, study and leaving ceremony of Grade One. All this seems to be just yesterday, and those beautiful past events always make me cry-excited and nostalgic. It also seems to tell me that the past is the past after all, and we should not indulge in it. We should strive to create tomorrow and the future!

Beethoven's "minuet in G major" makes me feel relaxed and happy, as if I were walking towards distant ancient times with music. This piece of music reminds me of the lively scene of nobles holding this piece of music in a magnificent palace. At this point, my mood is more carefree. This kind of music makes me imagine a colorful and vibrant picture: on a new green grass, many small flowers of different colors sway with the music, like one flower after another; Under a blue sky, many colorful butterflies are flying all over the sky with music, and the world has become a sea of butterflies; Colorful ribbons in the sky-rainbows sing with music, and that wonderful song echoes between heaven and earth. This song seems to have turned me into a little flower, always welcoming the new sun with a smiling face; This song is like turning me into a butterfly, flying far away, looking for a blue sky and green space of my own; This piece of music seems to have turned me into a rainbow, and I tried my best to go my own way-do my job well.

Tchaikovsky's Italian capriccio is full of enthusiasm. I think Italy at that time must be picturesque and the people lived a rich and healthy life. This piece of music gave me confidence, so that I would not bow to the immediate difficulties, but learn from it, sum up experience, know that the road ahead is full of light, hold my head high and build the motherland more prosperous and strong with high technology.

Music, you are the most beautiful thing in the world, you purify people's hearts-bring people to a pure world; You enlighten people's minds-bring people into an enterprising world.

Music, the world is colorful because of your existence.

Excellent prose: I like it 4. I like it. I like lingering rain. When it rains, the dense rain pours down in chunks. Like a white fog that can't be melted, it blurs your vision. Hold a light-colored umbrella, step on the water vortex on the bluestone board, stay in the rain and watch the rain wash away the world. After the rain, the breeze mixed with the smell of rain will firmly make your heart fall. But I can't say why.

I like the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan water town. Through the historic bluestone brick street. Look at the historical rings and leave a little trace here. I especially like nostalgia. The older things are, the less I can take my eyes off them. There is no reason, just because there is a story in it. Memory blurs the line of sight. There was once a man who walked through every deep street here. Looking at the bustling crowd, but only silently watching the changes of the world. The lake in the south of the Yangtze River is also my favorite, with green waters and green mountains and a boat, shuttling on the lake. Let the wind drag your hair and watch the water ripple in the paddle, and then disperse around. Here, everything is as beautiful as heaven, and I think time will stay here forever.

I like sunny skies. My favorite nature is pure blue, without a trace of mixed blue sky. Sometimes, one or two unbearable white clouds will quietly decorate the light blue sky. This is also unique. If, on such a soft day, you lie on the wooden rattan chair on the top floor and bask in the sun, and try to reach out to the blue sky, you will find that it seems that you can touch the blue sky!

I like sunshine. Watching every inch of sunshine fall from the sky. Squinting my eyes, feeling the sunshine stroking my dark hair and cheeks, warming my heart. I don't know why, so let the sun cover my whole body, and my heart will be full. I like the sunlight penetrating through the leaves, and the mottled veins seem to hide the sunlight. Sunshine is selfless and warm.

I like words. Fragile words always carry a person's memory, tenderness and thoughts. Brilliant language, pure words, can make you intoxicated, however, onlookers do not understand the taste. Words are enchanting.

Love is incurable, just like addiction, you can't quit. However, you will never hate to like it.

Excellent prose: "I like it" 5 I like the first bright dew in the morning. When I find the "transparent bean" lying in the cradle, I will walk quietly. Under the breeze blowing Buddha, the bright elves trembled. Shh, I held my breath for fear of waking it. At this time, I seem to hear the fiery and fragile life playing a hopeful song.

I like walking on the endless beach in the afternoon. The fiery red sun covered the blue sea with a golden coat. Under the sea and sky, the hot sand lingers under your feet, and layers of waves come to people, interpreting the crazy and vigorous tenacious life in life, in full swing.

I like the yellow lanterns that shine at night. Whenever the gorgeous sunset glow is slowly swallowed up by the night, the mimosa hangs its head quietly. The small yellow light that came to stand guard on the old locust tree also appeared, bright and not dazzling; Pancake style and banana style both exude a refreshing faint light, like a quiet lullaby, which makes people fall asleep.

I like colorful colors, whether reflected in the sky or spread on the ground, they are very pleasing to the eye. The most unforgettable visit in the ecological park was that small creatures like chameleon and gecko crawled around the branches, which made me deeply feel the delicate transition between colors and the ingenious move of nature.

I like music and symphonies. Listen, the springs in the mountains are jingling, cicadas on the branches are singing, and the wind is blowing across the lawn ... How wonderful, isn't this the purest and most euphemistic music in the world?

I like another kind of music, flowing in people's voices. Every time at all kinds of song and dance parties, regardless of men, women and children, regardless of the home of disabled women, everything is boiling. Everyone is singing and humming loudly, and there is no boundary. With the accompaniment of songs, the dancers danced, and with the roar of fireworks outside the window, they mixed into bumpy notes. After a few minutes, the song stopped, but the cheerleaders still cheered. Music makes people happy.

I like pure and flawless family relationships. Every morning, I never forget to say "good morning, grandparents!" " To my grandparents next door. At this time, my mind seems to be particularly bright and broad, and the warm home seems to be warmer. When they smiled at me with kind eyes, they answered me kindly: "Good morning, granddaughter!" " "Invisible love is flooding again, and the rich fragrance makes me feel that precious and sweet family affection.

I like the traditional food in my hometown, and I also like my own unique taste. As long as you taste oyster fried, spring rolls, batter ... a familiar taste will come out involuntarily, gently pick up a small piece, and that strange taste will be chewed between your tongue and immersed in your heart. Swallow it, the taste buds are still pounding. ...

I like playing chess. "The river boundary is three points wide and deep." Chess is full of China people's talents for thousands of years. On the chessboard, foresight, attack ... everywhere is full of wisdom; Win by abandoning your child, take advantage by giving it away ... there are traps everywhere.

I like reading. Whether it's martial arts novels, essays or popular science books ... they are my inseparable mentors. I like reading in the dark, and that silence is with me, smelling the inky scroll and reading the eternal wisdom.

I love life because it can make me happy!

Excellent prose: "I like it" 6 Between the distance between strangeness and encounter, sincerity is the road of fate; Sincerity is a bridge of tacit understanding between meeting and breaking up in a hurry; Between eyes, sincerity is the electricity of induction; Between trust and trust acquiescence, sincerity is the shining light.

Sincerity is a desirable word, which will never disappear in people's hearts, no matter in the past, present or future.

I like sincerity. Treat others and everything in life with my sincere heart. Whenever, I leave a warm place for sincerity in my heart. I believe: sincere love can soothe those lonely and disappointed hearts; Sincere help and care can give those in trouble new strength. In the personnel room, only the key of sincerity can make life more tolerant, understanding, friendly, caring, harmonious and beautiful.

I appreciate sincerity. I open my friend's heart with sincere heart, make my friend close to mine, and make our pursuit of life sound. For my dear friend, I will never deceive his feelings with words I don't want, conspicuous behavior and clever response. For you, I still keep my sincere heart (do you hear? )。

I praise sincerity. Sincerity is a seed, although insignificant, it can grow a new green full of hope; Sincerity is a key, which can help you get endless friendship and find happy love; Sincerity is an influence agent, which can affect the hard heart and cold face of the world and teach the prodigal son to turn back; Sincerity is the expression of true feelings, a state of mind and a kind of fraternity.

From this, I have gained a reliable criterion for judging sincerity, that is, to see whether a person is moved by his sincerity.

Let's all learn to be sincere, have sincerity and know how to treat others sincerely.

True feelings, sincerity, and true love are all sincere!

Excellent prose: "I like it" 7 I like windy days. Yes, I like windy days.

I like lying in a small bed, without deep drowsiness, feeling the wind blowing from the window, soft and simple, very good!

I like the wind at night, walking in a deserted alley, not as busy as the city; There is no such noise during the day; There is no such entanglement in the dust of the world. Have a plenty of breeze; Have a plenty of stars; Have a plenty of quiet. I like the wind around me in the alley, like a loving mother holding a gentle child, giving me freedom that is not free. Soft, light and leisurely!

I like the wind in the morning. The morning sun gave me a new day. The wind woke me up and dispelled my drowsiness. I felt a chill in the darkness. It is happiness that comes with the wind and beats my heart.

I like the summer wind, that drop of sweat gave the wind a sacred praise, and the wind also gave us a smile; I like the spring wind, with new hope, blowing the earth green, making the dead branches grow palms, exuding vitality and the power of new life; I also like the autumn wind, which has a bleak autumn feeling and a strong coolness. Sad feelings are unnecessary when I see the wind blowing the ripe and heavy fruits. Seeds should also return to the earth, pregnant with new students in the coming year, and the wind gave them gentle greetings and bid farewell to the once chic; I like the wind in winter. It is the wind that blows down the snow and purifies the soul. Although the cold wind is not very affectionate, it has honed passers-by in life.

I like the wind in my hometown, which is my childhood heart and the waiting of my unchanging heart. My friend told me that the wind in my hometown is an indelible landscape, which can be attached and will never disappear unless you leave!

I like the wind in the distance, the wandering of the prodigal son, the wandering in words and the wandering in the distance. In stormy days, I always miss you without hesitation. I don't say anything, because words are inexhaustible. Hyacinthus orientalis knew my homesickness and blew it from me to where I wanted it to go.

I like the wind by the sea. When I step on the beach and look at the sea, I am kind and free, full of vitality and rushing. Only at that moment, the waves laughed into sea songs, and the sea sang the waves and blossomed! I shouted excitedly: sea breeze, blow as much as you like! Tide, a five-line note surges!

I walked into the forest, the wind was strong, and I was a lovely spirit in nature. Leaves are accompanied by flowers, leaves can dance and flowers can smell fragrance. Birds are singing in the mountains, gently blowing with the wind, and I fell in love with the deepest crystal!

I like standing in front of the waterfall, looking for the shadow of the wind. I know she must be hiding in the waterfall, dumping the magnificent scene with the waterfall, otherwise she is hiding in the stream, turning into a silver belt with the waves, coiled in the shape of Jackie Chan, with a long history!

I like the wind in the north, warm and elegant; At the same time, I also like the wind in the south, which is heroic and hearty.

I like windy days. The wind comes and goes without a trace. She is so naughty and uncertain, like the beautiful girl in "Seeds of Love", covered with a transparent veil, hazy and poetic, which left me with a deep illusion.

I like windy days. Nobody pointed at me and said, you idiot. Wind is just a natural phenomenon, just the flow of air. I'm glad they didn't spoil the beauty of the wind and affect my mood. I am immersed in the tangled drunken wind!

I like windy days! Windy days are happy days, windy days are not lonely days; Windy days are happy days, windy days are carefree days; A windy day is a dream day; A windy day is a day without sinking!

I like windy days! Yes, I like the wind. ...

Excellent prose: "I like it" 8 hopelessly fell in love with a cafe with big life, small space, dim lighting and antique decoration. There is a romantic atmosphere everywhere. Different from the coffee shop at the corner of the business school, there is a lot of silence and a lot of breath that can't be found here. In this way, I was simply attracted.

Sometimes, in books borrowed from the library, I accidentally find some notes quietly inside, which contain many short and touching feelings. Many words will be carefully drawn with a gel pen and marked with beautiful sentences. Sometimes I wonder what an elegant person the reader who borrowed this book is. I will quietly put those bookmarks back in the paper folder of the book and clip them up. I believe that when I return this book at the weekend, some unknown people will meet this book quietly and be deeply moved.

Moved by people sniffing roses on the road, if these people don't have roses in their hearts, I believe they won't have elegant manners and become another beautiful and elegant landscape fragment in spring. At some point, someone will become a landscape in a certain period of your life. Render the color of your life.

In a letter to Hu Lancheng, Zhang Ailing said, "I will never love anyone again, and I will only fade away." After all, Hu Lancheng is a "good guy who can't be elected".

Sometimes I reflect on myself. People who care about themselves care so much, but the care I give to the people I care about is far from the care I give to the people who care about myself. Afraid, what will you get for nothing? What will you owe after getting something for nothing? No matter many things are illusions or mistakes.

Know yourself better than others, so, in a corner, tear open your heart and see if the moldy, rotten and smelly things inside should be taken out to bask in the sun. Or cut it and throw it away. If suppurated, it will be contagious, which is no longer the concept of giving up.

Make yourself a thick protective shell. Because there are too many words, I can't say for sure, even if-that's impossible.

The photo for my aunt, though it may not be taken clearly, is an article by Bi Shumin, with a sentence at the end that women should enjoy it from now on. Aunt, I'm really tired. In fact, she can completely reveal the oppression between the lines, mentally and physically. Maybe she represents such a group of people who need to be hurt like their mother.

I suddenly got used to living with headphones on the road, for no reason, and some may just cover up the fragility that I shouldn't cover up.

Sometimes, the temper will become very bad. What happened? Myself.

Don't be too kind to me, I'm afraid that one day, you will be disappointed. Maybe I can't give you what you want, but I know my stubbornness.

Turn on the lights like a fool, turn on the computer and type on the bed.

Then,

No, and then.

Words are a wonderful thing. It's worth being a carrier and relying on. But I didn't know it would betray you.