人可以不认字，但不能不识人，树高万丈不忘根，人若辉煌莫忘本。
Man can not read, but he can not do without knowing. He can never forget his roots if he is magnificent.
愿你听见我的名字时眉眼带笑，愿你在见到我时不管不顾给我个拥抱。
May you smile when you hear my name, and may you give me a hug when you see me.
虽然生活那么丑，但我们微笑的样子，真的挺好看的。
Although life is so ugly, the way we smile is really beautiful. _
她趴桌子上问同桌：“你有喜欢的人吗？”他说：“有啊。”她心里一阵失落，但还是装作无所谓：“谁啊？”“我们班的，你猜？”她把全班女生名字都念了，他却都摇头。她问：“都念完了，你怎么都摇头啊”他轻笑：“傻瓜，你确定都念完了？”女孩听后，害羞的转过头。他伏在她耳边轻声说道：“还有男的你没念。”
She leaned over the table and asked her deskmate, “Do you have anyone you like?” He said, “Yes.” She felt lost for a while, but pretended to be indifferent: “Who is it?” “Our class, guess?” She read the names of all the girls in the class, but he shook his head. She asked, “You shake your head when you’ve finished reading it.” He laughed softly. “Fool, are you sure you’ve finished reading it?” The girl turned her head shyly. He leaned over her ear and whispered, “There’s a man you don’t miss.”
隔着屏幕，哪来那么多喜欢不喜欢，不过都只是消遣无聊时间的新鲜感。
Across the screen, there are so many likes and dislikes, but they are just the novelty of idle time.
每次吵架，总是妈妈先说要离婚，要回娘家。直到这一次，外婆去世了，爸爸来接我回老家，爸爸刚把车开上高速的时候，突然跟我说：我们以后不要跟妈妈吵架了，因为她再也不能说回娘家了。
Every time a quarrel happens, mother always says she wants to divorce and go back to her mother’s house. Until this time, my grandmother died, and my father came to pick me up to my hometown. When my father just drove the car on the high speed, he suddenly said to me, “We should not quarrel with my mother in the future, because she can’t talk back to my mother’s house anymore.”
你呀，就像一大块里脊，再倔强，也得接受一些安排，切成条，疼吧，裹上面，迷糊吧，还有油锅里走一趟，翻来覆去，只是出锅的那一刻，有的炸里脊盛了盘配上了椒盐，有的还会回到锅里配合糖醋酱汁翻滚一遍，无论后来你变成什么奇怪的样子，但是，有人还是一眼就看穿，你是那个可爱的小里脊，大概，那就是爱情吧。
You, like a big ridge, stubborn, also have to accept some arrangements, cut into strips, pain, wrap it up, confused, there is a trip in the frying pan, turn over, but the moment out of the pot, some fried ridge filled with salt and pepper, some will go back to the pot with sweet and sour sauce to roll over, no matter what strange shape you become later, but some people also You are the lovely little ridge. Maybe it’s love.
虽然很多事情我都能一个人完成，但心里还是希望有一个可以分享的人。
Although I can accomplish many things by myself, I still hope to have someone to share in my heart.没有谁天生是属于谁的，任何人来到你身边愿意为你停下脚步，都是一件值得珍惜的事。这世上什么东西都有个保质期， 没有比心存感激更好的保质方法， 爱是用心不是敷衍。
No one is born to whom, anyone who comes to you willing to stop for you, is a thing worth cherishing. Everything in the world has a shelf life. There is no better way to guarantee it than to be grateful. Love is about heart, not perfunctory.