Today's Picks
Swipe left or rightThe happiness of life is not about having a car, a house, money, or power, but about being carefree and free from illness and disaster.
Happiness is not having everything, but having what you want right by your side.
I'm just one stroke away from the peak of my life, a huge sum of money I don't know the amount of.
One ought to know a bit about music. My specialties in playing instruments and singing are: Bragging (blowing cowhide), holding others back (pulling hind legs), messing around (playing the lute randomly), and being contrary (singing off-key).
Ruined by the internet. Before, I just silently lived my own bitter life. Now it's great, I have to watch helplessly as others live good lives.
I've envied many people, but I love the ordinary me even more.
Mom says: Rest should be as important as work, or even more so — just like a phone must be charged.
Mom says: When you are at your weakest, the strongest version of you is preparing to make an appearance.
Those who tear open packages the moment they arrive, hit the snooze button the moment the alarm rings, and eat snacks the moment the bag is opened—how dare they say they have procrastination?
Haven't posted on Moments for a day, and I already feel much more mature and steady
Two ways to lose a friend:
1. Lend him money
2. Don't lend him money
I understand all the reasons
But my useless tears
Still fall so damn easily
In this life, being selfish is easy, but loving oneself is hard
The moon moves, I move too
Teacher's grace stays with me through and through
Happy Mid-Autumn Festival and Teachers' Day 2022
We gaze at the same moon from afar; our eyes will meet upon its light
Years grow long, clothes wear thin, loved ones await the moon as stars fall in
A lifetime with you by my side
Is the best reunion I could ever find
Bright moon over hometown
Family gathered around
Warm lights feel like home
I once thought only wind, flowers, snow, and moon were scenery
In the end, firewood, rice, oil, and salt are all poetry
Parents gaze with longing deep,
Their love like moonlight, mine to keep
May I be the star and you the moon, each night our light shines pure and true
Moonlight lights the night road,
Dreams still shine with silver glow
When I was little
The moon walks, and I walk too
Grown up, the most beautiful moonlight is still in my hometown
The road home is long and fraught with strife,
The bright moon guides me across the mountains of life
As autumn cools and days grow cold,
You must begin to adapt
To the temperature of this world
No need to complain
You can hug me
As soon as summer arrives, I feel like I have nothing to wear.
Because the pretty clothes I bought last summer
were all worn as loungewear and pajamas during autumn and winter.
Those who tear open packages the moment they arrive, hit the snooze button the moment the alarm rings, and eat snacks the moment the bag is opened—how dare they say they have procrastination?
