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The best confession of life

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Posted on: 08/09/17

The leaves will gradually grow old, face will grow old, I hope that our heart will not be because of the passage of the years and old, not because of the flow of time and vicissitudes of life, may we all know because, and cherish all have around more, whether it is family, love or friendship. Indeed, it brings us some leaves Piaofei about season of sadness, but still believe that "no not heartless things, into a joke". It is a return to the end of life, but when the fall red for the coming year once again into the bloom of life, this is not pregnant with another birth? Isn't this another beginning of life? Life, there is no joy and sorrow, there is nothing right and wrong, as long as once brilliant, as long as it was crazy, and the heart will not leave too much regret Hong Kong serviced apartments.

Welcome flowers, look after the flowers, flowers, dreams, know how much flowers know. I always feel that all the causes and effects in the world are destined to be good Wine School Hong Kong. There is no antecedent, no consequences, only the beginning is doomed to a good opportunity. Time rushed through the course of life, we will meet a number of people, but also lose some people, and those who agree to go to the end of the people, unconsciously, gradually scattered, and no longer contact wine tasting hong kong.

People sow in spring and harvest in autumn. Perhaps you are still busy with your life at this moment; perhaps you are still troubled by the troubles of life now; but please don't be disturbed by the outside world. As long as you keep on walking, you will be better. Through the sowing spring, after the effort, you will reach the harvest of autumn.

In autumn, the precipitation of life, thoughts of quiet beauty, want to put this line into the September love writing, all the feelings, carefully feeling joy and grief along the way, right and wrong, and then embark on a new step, continue in this harvest season again. In September, Asaaki San, but the sad heart set. May everyone in this harvest season, one more beautiful, less dim, more joy, less sadness.

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