茶叶是男，咖啡则女，他们相爱了。

    女人爱上了茶的内敛，男人爱上了咖啡的浓郁。

    茶叶是个非常出色的男人，就象一杯上好的香茗，馥郁、芬芳，浅尝一口，生津润喉，唇齿留香。

    咖啡是个女人中的女人，就象精心种植的咖啡豆，经过研磨、加工，可能有些许苦涩，却因此而味道十足。

    茶叶是个理性的男人，冷静稳重中却显得过于克制，永远一副表情，一种口气，他从不会对咖啡说：我爱你！也许就和那种叫茶叶的饮料一样，淡淡的，若有若无的，却绵长，隽永。

    咖啡是个感性的女人，热情奔放中却显得过于兴奋，表情丰富，但反复无常，她总是问茶叶：你爱不爱我？也许就和那种

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    曾经以为，一颗心早已沉睡，没有爱恋，没有后悔，一切都可以变得无所谓。带着希望，带着梦想，习惯了一个人去憧憬，去渴望。原本以为，一颗心早已平静如水，看惯了时事的悲欢，看惯了人世的纷扰，看尽人间烟火，心已疲惫。试着学会了坚强，学会了勇敢，学会一个人去抚平心头的创伤。

love your life
　　　　　henry david thoreau
however mean your life is,meet it and live it ;do not shun it and call it hard names.it is not so bad as you are.it looks poorest when you are richest.the fault-finder will find faults in paradise.love your life,poor as it is.you may perhaps have some pleasant,thrilling,glorious hourss,even in a poor-house.the setting sun is reflected from the windows of the alms-house as brightly as from the rich man's abode;the snow melts before its door as early in the spring.i do not see but a quiet mind may live as contentedly there,and have as cheering thoughts,as in a palace.the town's poor seem to me often to live the most independent lives of any.may be they are simply great enough to receive without misgiving.most think that they are above being supported by the town;but it often happens that they are not above supporting themselves by dishonest means.which should be more

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    喜欢死亡的味道，那种带着血腥的味道刺得我泪流满面。

    红色的世界原来也可以那么美！你给的伤，你留下的痛，让我走出了黑暗。