Mother burst into laughter, and then into tears, as my wife and I shared with her all her sorrow and joy.
In the past, no one can hold the world forever, how can life be as I wish, laughing and crying are decided by people, sorrow and joy.
Everything is right and wrong, and the answer is in the remote memory. No matter whether you pursue it or not, it is lost. Buy the bill with sorrow and joy, pack it with loneliness.
Looking at the course of life lengthened, sorrow and joy are two sides of life, even if they do not appear at the same time, they always go together.
With a broad mind to live your loyalty to life, this is the most true self-confidence and the most simple style, experience the wind and rain, perfect personality, listen to the return of sorrow and joy, a leisurely, this is life.
Life on the road, always can not leave sorrow and joy, because of experience, so understand, not all the dreams, have the expectation, how many feelings, is not close to the idea, how many people, became the flower of watching the water.
Life has ups and downs because of love, sorrow and joy.
A man who hasn't experienced sorrow and joy of earth, departure and reunion, who hasn't suffered ordeal, will never understand the true meaning of life.
To life, to the true and profound understanding of fate, all the sorrow and joy are so meaningful, all the memories become so beautiful, learn to see a rich and colorful past.
The long time, more time to be a person to walk, the road to pass the long lane, or to meet the rain and flying flowers, is the fate of the giving, a light and light, how much sorrow and joy to go.
A hundred years of life, an eye to empty. Life does not bring, death does not take. All meet by chance, sorrow and joy are determined by the heart. If you can see clearly and put it away, everything is like a flower in the mirror. The moon in the water, though pleasing to the eye, is not eternal.
Everytime when I recollected what happened that night, my feeling of both sorrow and joy recalled.
Experience the sorrow and joy of life, experience the taste of life, dejected or disillusioned, Enron in the present, can be determined in the cool of life.
I like the night of full moon, with the moonlight, reading and reading, the close and transparent sadness flowing in the cool tears, and the deep love in the voice of the ferries, that deep feeling conceals the sorrow and joy of you from the wrong people.
People have sorrow and joys and sorrows, but the moon is full of ups and downs.
"People have sorrow and joy; they part and meet again. The moon dims or shines; it waxes or wanes. Nothing is perfect, not even in the olden days"
The world, all people, everyone is like a small dust, in the wind and rain in the light, in the sun smile, in the spring and winter, winter and summer in the cycle, tasting the taste of sour, sweet, sweet and bitter, with the expression of joy and sadness, expressing the sad sorrow and joy of fusion and separation.
The light holds the love, combs the red dust. Then there will be endless past years, endless sorrow and joys and sorrows.
Years of silence, many stories connected, gain and loss, sorrow and joy, hope, encouragement, the years are more like a kind of enlightenment, life thus awakening, free and easy, positive, rich.
My youth, with any of the youth in the world, is full of sadness and sadness in the middle of the world, full of sorrow and joy in the years, but in the silhouette that has not yet recovered, the memory of the depths of time.
A song, a song and a rustle, disconnected from the world of sorrow and joy. With a touch of vicissitudes, full of sleeves and fragrance, the dust will be left without trace.
It is fate that follows one's own tightly, never abandon, and truly deduce the love, hate, sorrow and joy of past and present life.
Life is the accumulation of bitterness, happiness in bitterness, life in sorrow and joy, joy in sorrow.
Perhaps there is no sorrow and joy in the world. Therefore, suffering is not bitter, happiness is not joy, but in the heart of equality and unity, everything is just a feeling and a passing.
The ancients fell lonely in the autumn, but they also had words to win the spring Dynasty. I think sorrow and joy should have been there, just like fallen leaves floating in the air, but they were also returning to their roots and their lives depended on each other.
The sky is not the best, intertwined with sorrow and joy, with the lively life, to deduce the kindness and broad life of life, Thanksgiving all the stories, pay tribute to all the meeting, deep respect, send far, and then the new journey.
