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world that childhood is the golden wave, can not everyone has a golden childhood.

the world that life is like a play, play is often the end members, but can be life ending is sad and complain, so life is not as good as drama, not the game of life, to go on steadily and surely.

met many people online. Most are passing by, talking all the time forget the warm and excited, in the end, they found, also left behind so much of his memory, two people, other, perhaps the future will meet, but also just met.

in the course of life could there be so.

loss flows through most of the day, but do not know why the flow, really think of their own when I have a few, but sometimes leaves room for others. I am sometimes very weak, although for a man, but often the same as for the leaves and sentimental woman, for the things and worry, and even human compassion .....。 Finally, some just sigh, lament the ill-fated. Or morals are bad.

Sometimes I thought to myself how I'll ever do a meaningful life, to live true yet. But careful thought, it is very difficult, there is memory, or can, it is possible out of life than not. We first life, should give up. Give up many things, and sometimes we would be better,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], but my mind was not good,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], because your heart gave others, they are great to ignore you this heart, this is just the heart of trade,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], there is no true feelings, and often shabby a few, will lost. For his heart to not own anything, they are often idle.

to the most emotional love, but mostly Complaints of Miseries, and a lot of money is their own. Only sigh,

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or in accordance with the laws of their own to live, even though the Zhuangzi that we have to let it go, I think this is right. Otherwise, the essence of the ancients for thousands of years, how to spread now? Because a lot of people have used. Hundreds of people have used dynasties. Is right.

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And most of all, I will laugh at myself for man is most comical when he takes himself too seriously. Never will I fall into this trap of the mind. For though I be nature's greatest miracle am I not still a mere grain tossed about by the winds of time? Do I truly know whence I came or whither I am bound? Will my concern for this day not seem foolish ten years hence? Why should I permit the petty happenings of today to disturb me? What can take place before this sun sets which will not seem insignificant in the river of centuries?