There is a saying in the folk: "Drinking tea is an art that can make you gradually go bankrupt."
... I have experienced a lot of things, and I gradually agree with this point!
The vicissitudes of life are a roll of black and white film that records the stars we walked through: chic or beautiful, sighing or happy.
The vicissitudes of life, belonging to the face of the dusty servant and the soul of the falling, belong to the heavy desire of "buying sweet-scented osmanthus with wine, not like a teenager."
Life is a tree of flowers, it is destined to accept the baptism of fate, where is the glory of life? Wake up in the morning, radiant on the face, full of smiles to meet the future. At noon, the brilliance was on the waist and lived upright in the moment. In the evening, the glory is on the feet, and do yourself on the ground.