生活没有如果，只有结果，自己尽力了，努力了，就好。

猫喜欢吃鱼，可猫不会游泳。

鱼喜欢吃蚯蚓，可鱼又不能上岸。

上天给了你许多诱惑，却不让你轻易得到。

要想实现，就要自己奋斗。

人生就像蒲公英，看似自由，却往往身不由己。

生活没有如果，只有结果，自己尽力了，努力了，就好。


生活加油！

逼自己一把，你就优秀了。

1. 一个人，如果你不逼自己一把，你根本不知道自己有多优秀。

2. 赚钱是一种能力，花钱是一种水平，能力可以练，水平是轻易练不出来的。

3. 年轻人不可太狂。

4. 一个人的知识，通过学习可以得到；一个人的成长，必须通过磨练。

5. 这个世界上好书很多，可以改变命运的书很少。

6. 这个世界上朋友很多，可以用一生托付的朋友很少。

7. 如果发现一个人，一个地方，一件事，一本书，可以改变你的命运。一定要想办法跟他发生关系，否则，他就跟你没关系。

8. 当一个人没有成功的时候，装也装出成功的样子。因为装的时候，他已经成为你性格的一部分。

9. 我们学习的目的，是为了使用，不是知识没有用，而是你没有使用，说明你没用。

10. 别人对你的态度，决定了你的命运。

11. 笑由心生。

12. 一个人出门的时候，口袋里都装的钱，装钱的目的，就是为了花出去，那里舒服就往那里花。一个人让别人舒服，他就是一个经营者；别人让你舒服，他就是一个消费者。

13. 一个人，敢听真话，需要勇气；一个人敢说真话，需要魄力。

14. 因为你的存在，让别人快乐起来，你叫朋友；因为你的存在，让别人卓越起来，你是教练；因为你的存在，让别人强大起来，你是领导。

15. 一件事情，对你伤害到程度与事情本身没有任何关系，取决于你对这件事的态度。

16. 你，简单了，你的世界就简单了；你，简单了，事情就简单了。

17. 一件事，会干了，好好干；不会干了，乱干。干掉次数多了，自然会干，但是，首先，你要干。

18. 一个人，想要优秀，你必须接受挑战；一个人，你想要尽快优秀，就要去寻找挑战。

19. 一个人想要创业，先要学会打工。

20. 世界上，成功的有两种人，一种人是傻子，一种人是疯子。傻子是会吃亏的人，疯子是会行动的人。

等待

我在等一个人， 


一个愿意走进我的生命分享我的喜怒哀乐的人，


一个知道我曾经无尽的等待因而更加珍惜我的人，


一个也许没能参与我的昨天却愿意和我携手走过每一个明天的人，


 一个知道我不完美却依然喜欢我甚至连我得不完美也一并欣赏的人。

给所有心情不好的人。

国王有一个女儿，这七位美丽的公主是国王的骄傲。

他们那一头乌黑的亮丽的长发远近皆知。

所以国王送给他们每人一百个漂亮的发夹。

有一天早上，大公主醒来，一路往常的用发夹整理他的秀发。

却发现少了一个发夹，于是他偷偷的到了二公主的房里，拿走了一个发夹；

二公主发现少了一个发夹，便到三公主房里拿走一个发夹；

三公主发现少了一个发夹，也偷偷的拿走四公主的一个发夹；

四公主如法炮制拿走了五公主的发夹；

五公主一样拿走六公主的发夹；

六公主只好拿走七公主的发夹。

于是，七公主的发夹只剩下九十九个。

隔天，邻国英俊的王子忽然来到皇宫，

他对国王说：“昨天我养的百灵鸟叼回了一个发夹，我想这一定是属于公主们的，而这也真是一种奇妙的缘分，不晓得是哪位公主掉了发夹？”

公主们听到了这件事，都在心里说：“是我掉的，是我掉的，”

可是头上明明完整的别着一百个发夹，所以都懊恼得很，却说不出。

只有七公主走出来说：“我掉了一个发夹。”

话才说完，一头漂亮的长发因为少了一个发夹，全部披散了下来，王子不由得看呆了。

故事的结局，当然的是王子与公主从此一起过着幸福快乐的日子。

为什么一有缺憾就拼命去补足？

一百个发夹，就像是完美圆满的人生，少了一个发夹，这个圆满就有了缺憾；

但正因缺憾，未来就有了无限的转机，无限的可能性，何尝不是一件值得高兴的事！

人生不可免的缺憾，你怎样面对呢？

逃避不一定躲得过

面对不一定最难受

孤单不一定不快乐

得到不一定能长久

失去不一定不再有

转身不一定最软弱

别急着说别无选择

别以为世上只有对与错

许多事情的答案都不是只有一个

所以～我们永远有路可以走

你能找个理由难过

你也一定能找到快乐的理由

懂得放心的人找到轻松

懂得遗忘的人找到自由

懂得关怀的人找到朋友

天冷不是冷 心寒才是寒

愿你的心都是暖暖的……

人的长大伴随着一些失落，

人的成熟附带着一些伤痕。

好在有希望这东西，

你总还可以去等；

好在人与人之间，

距离产生美感；

好在生命里，

快乐比痛苦多；

好在这个世界，

还有很多美丽；

好在当你成熟的时候，

你还不算一无所有。

Wanna kill yourself? Imagine this. You come home from school one day. You’ve had yet another horrible day. You’re just ready to give up. So you go to your room, close the door, and take out that suicide note you've written and rewritten over and over and over. You take out those razor blades, and cut for the very last time. You grab that bottle of pills and take them all. Laying down, holding the letter to your chest, you close your eyes for the very last time. A few hours later, your little brother knocks on your door to come tell you dinners ready. You don’t answer, so he walks in. All he sees is you laying on your bed, so he thinks you’re asleep. He tells your mom this. Your mom goes to your room to wake you up. She notices something is odd. She grabs the paper in your hand and reads it. Sobbing, she tries to wake you up. She’s screaming your name. Your brother, so confused, runs to go tell Dad that “Mommy is crying and sissy won’t wake up.” Your dad runs to your room. He looks at your mom, crying, holding the letter to her chest, sitting next to your lifeless body. It hits him, what’s going on, and he screams. He screams and throws something at the wall. And then, falling to his knees, he starts to cry. Your mom crawls over to him, and they sit there, holding each other, crying. The next day at school, there’s an announcement. The principal tells everyone about your suicide. It takes a few seconds for it to sink in, and once it does, everyone goes silent. Everyone blames themselves. Your teachers think they were too hard on you. Those mean popular girls, they think of all the things they’ve said to you. That boy that used to tease you and call you names, he can’t help but hate himself for never telling you how beautiful you really are. Your ex boyfriend, the one that you told everything to, that broke up with you.. He can’t handle it. He breaks down and starts crying, and runs out of the school. Your friends? They’re sobbing too, wondering how they could never see that anything was wrong, wishing they could have helped you before it was too late. And your best friend? She’s in shock. She can’t believe it. She knew what you were going through, but she never thought it would get that bad… Bad enough for you to end it. She can’t cry, she can’t feel anything. She stands up, walks out of the classroom, and just sinks to the floor. Shaking, screaming, but no tears coming out. It’s a few days later, at your funeral. The whole town came. Everyone knew you, that girl with the bright smile and bubbly personality. The one that was always there for them, the shoulder to cry on. Lots of people talk about all the good memories they had with you, there were a lot. Everyone’s crying, your little brother still doesn't know you killed yourself, he’s too young. Your parents just said you died. It hurts him, a lot. You were his big sister, you were supposed to always be there for him. Your best friend, she stays strong through the entire service, but as soon as they start lowering your casket into the ground, she just loses it. She cries and cries and doesn't stop for days. It’s two years later. The whole school talks to a counselor/therapist at least once a week. Your teachers all quit their job. Those mean girls have eating disorders now. That boy that used to tease you cuts himself. Your ex boyfriend doesn't know how to love anymore and just sleeps around with girls. Your friends all go into depression. Your best friend? She tried to kill herself. She didn’t succeed like you did, but she tried… your brother? He finally found out the truth about your death. He self harms, he cries at night, he does exactly what you did for years leading up to your suicide. Your parents? Their marriage fell apart. Your dad became a workaholic to distract himself from your death. Your mum got diagnosed with depression and just lays in bed all day. People care. You may not think so, but they do. Your choices don’t just effect you. They effect everyone. Don’t end your life, you have so much to live for. Things can’t get better if you give up. I’m here for absolutely anyone that needs to talk, no matter who you are. Even if we’ve NEVER talked before, I’m here for you. Copy and paste this as your status to show people there are people out there that care. Yes, I definitely care.

不流进大海，就流进杯子。

『如果无法活得伟大，活得活得简单、干净、透明、实用也是美的。』

他曾是一个顽劣的孩子。用文具盒夹住前排女生的头发，在老师粉笔盒里放一只青蛙，让课桌抽屉里麻雀的叫声响彻整个教室。

父亲吊起他的双手，用粗粗的皮带抽打他。重重的体罚只会加重他的叛逆。

最后一次，他打碎了全教室的玻璃。

他被叫到老师办公室。走在去办公室的路上，他做好了种种应付老师的心理准备。他想，老师这次一定不会轻易饶他的。

老师安详地坐着，手中的茶杯冒着热气。意外地，老师叫他坐下，和颜悦色。他有些惶恐，也有些不明就里。老师说话了：“你说这杯子里的水像什么？”他感到意外，想了想，说：“像杯子。”

老师点点头，对！你再看看面盆里的水像什么，他说，像面盆！你再看看塑料桶里的水像什么？他迷茫了：“像塑料桶啊。”他弄不明白，到底水像什么呢？

跟着老师，他走到了离学校不远处的一小块烂泥塘边。烂泥塘水面漂浮着各种垃圾，散发出熏人的恶臭。老师指着泥塘里的水说，这里也是水，你愿意做这里的水吗？人有不同的状态，进入了不同的状态，就如同水进了杯子、面盆、塑料桶和烂泥塘。

那个冬日，走在回校的路上。这个孩子的心里第一次产生了自责感。老师亲切地抚摸着他的头，指着远方跟他说：“你很聪明，我希望你将来能流进大海！”

流进大海，人生的形状就像大海，人就成了大海，获得了大海的丰富和博大。几十年过去了。他没有流进浩渺无根的大海。可是，想起老师的话，他常常从梦中惊醒。他不能流进烂泥塘而万劫不复，他一直这样劝导自己和身边的人们。

如果人生像水一样注定要流进一个容器，我愿意流进杯子、面盆、哪怕是塑料桶。即使没有大海的宽阔和深沉，即便平庸。但是，活得简单、干净、透明、实用。