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你所知道的不要全说，你所听到的不要全信。

没有不变的承诺，只有说不尽的谎言。

跟自己说声对不起，因为曾经为了别人难为了自己。

现在不努力，将来拿什么，向曾经抛弃你的人证明它有多瞎。

不要忘掉别人生气的时候说的话，因为往往那才是真相。

人这辈子，最怕的就是，在某一天，听懂一首歌，因为，那时候往往都是，物是人非，曲终人散，就好比这句话一样，听懂了，是经历，听不懂，是幸运。

自信的抬起胸膛，偶然旳的抬头视人。

倘若深情被辜负，余生尽予孤独又何妨。

第一杯祝你出人头地前程似锦；第二杯谢你曾真心待我快乐过；第三杯祭你我多年感情无论真假。

从现在开始，不沉溺幻想，不庸人自扰，好好生活，做一个接近幸福的人。

就算星星碎掉了，溢出来的光也很好看 。

Clean literary sentences|Even if the stars are broken, the light is also very good.

这辈子你好好读书，等下辈子我不抽烟，我不喝酒留着长发，有着干净的笑容，穿着洁白的裙子去找你。

In this life, you study hard. In the next life, I don't smoke. I don't drink. I have long hair. I have a clean smile. I wear a white skirt to find you.

初秋总是温柔，日渐把夏天留下来，日落后还带秋风。

Early autumn is always gentle, leaving the summer behind day by day, with autumn wind after sunset.

蝉鸣是窗外渐渐倒数的钟声 ，考卷的分数是往上爬的树藤。

Cicadas are the bells that count down gradually outside the window. The score of the examination paper is the climbing rattan.

逝去的从容逝去，重来的依旧重来，在沧桑的枝叶间，择取一朵明媚，簪进岁月肌里，许它疼痛又甜蜜。

The past leisurely passed away, the future is still coming again. Between the branches and leaves of the vicissitudes of life, choose a beautiful hairpin and put it into the muscles of the years, making it painful and sweet.

就算星星碎掉了，溢出来的光也很好看。

Even if the stars were broken, the light would be beautiful.

草在结它的种子，风在摇它的叶子，我们站着不说话，就十分美好。

The grass is growing its seeds, the wind is shaking its leaves, we stand and don't talk, it's very beautiful.

云边有个小卖部，货架堆着岁月和夕阳，背后就是山。 老人靠着躺椅假装睡着，小孩子偷走了一块糖。 泪水几点钟落地，飞鸟要去向何方。人们聚和离，云朵来又往。

There is a small shop beside the cloud, with years and sunset on the shelves, and behind it is the mountain. The old man leaned against the recliner and pretended to be asleep. The child stole a piece of sugar. When are the tears falling? Where are the birds going. People gather and leave, clouds come and go.

晚风轻踩着云朵，夕阳深处有一家橙色的便利店贩卖着橙色与温柔。

The evening wind gently steps on the clouds, and there is an orange convenience store selling orange and gentleness deep in the sunset.

少年心动是仲夏夜的荒原，割不完烧不尽，春风一吹，野草就连了天。

The young heart is the wasteland of midsummer night. It can't be cut and burned. When the spring breeze blows, the weeds will be in the sky.

我最喜欢的那一年，空气自由新鲜，远山和炊烟，狗和田野，我沉睡一夏天。

I most nostalgic that year, the air is free and fresh, distant mountains and smoke, dogs and fields, I sleep a summer.

夏日里的遗憾一定会被秋风温柔化解。

The regret in summer will be softened by autumn wind.

你身上的温柔，是克莱因的蓝再加上莫奈的一点灰。

Your tenderness is Klein's blue and Monet's grey.