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1. Every man's life, there will be one or two women who have loved him. They all want to give him warmth, give him a promise, want to go with him forever! At that time, he is so The bohemian, the women around me changed one after another, how many gentle women used to shed tears to listen to love songs, how many women are not hurting to believe in love and men! Now where they go, why do they disappear, they don’t understand When I am feeling emotional, I am playing with a woman. Now he knows the feelings and asks for true love. If you don’t cherish it, you will lose it. The tears will pass through your face. It’s a remorse. Many things can’t be returned. If you can return, they will still like it. A man who knows tears?

2. Unforgettable, the fresh, moist sea breeze with the sea scent of the sea, blowing the feelings of people's hair, cheeks, and every part of the body. It’s as tempting as a gorgeous woman.

3. I don't look tall, not fat or thin, and my upper body is slightly leaning forward. This is due to the usual lack of attention to reading and writing posture. My face is a little whiter than others, my hair often looks very irregular, and I never wear a hat. I have two thick eyebrows, and the brows are raised slightly, and there are two eyes under the thick eyebrows. Regarding my eyes, others have different opinions. Some people say that they are dull, others say they are very expressionful, and others say that they are very powerful. I am not sure whether these words are right or wrong. I only think that when I was a child, my eyes were very big. Now that I am a big man, my eyes are getting smaller. My mouth is quite a bit to say, but I am much less now than when I was young. After writing these, I stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself. The image I just wrote was not like my own, and it didn't seem like it. It was a bit like a bit different. Hey! Self-portraits are really hard.

4. As time goes by, the traces of the years appear on her body. The original black hair is enviable, but now it is black and white, which is daunting. The original radiant face is now wrinkled. Originally beautiful, clean hands, but now it is ugly and rough. All of this is for her children, but she has no regrets. This is the mother!

5. This middle-aged man in his thirties is of medium build and has a square face. Because he has been working in the field for many years, his skin looks rough. It seems that I haven't slept in a few nights, and his eyes are deeply immersed.

6. My brother is a fifth-grade student. Round head, fat face, a pair of big eyes black and shiny, a smile, there are two small dimples at the mouth. He is almost like me, and some people think that we are twins. In fact, he was just over ten years old and three years younger than me.

7. Li Yun is a smart, tempered child. His chubby face, with a pair of naughty big eyes, his eyes flickering, the two big eyes like black jewels just turned, the ghost idea came. On his dark face, whether it is the bulging gang, or the thin lips, or the slightly curled little nose, makes you feel funny and funny.

8. In the middle of it, I found the lights in the room. Dad’s thin figure is on the table. Ah! Dad is working so late. The weather was stuffy and hot, and I was soaked in sweat by my body. I gently jumped out of bed, went to get the hair and wiped the sweat, and by the way also wiped the sweat for my father. When I came closer, I saw that his face and back were soaked with sweaty beans, and the sweatshirts were soaked. Several mosquitoes sucked blood on Dad’s shoulders. I quickly slapped and beat my father. I handed the towel to my father. He did not care to wipe it, and he worked hard. When I went back to bed, I only listened to the clock "Dangdang..." and knocked it down 12 times.

9. Stretch your eyes, look around, don't see the white waves, but see the fish sails, the tanned bronze skin, the sharp eyes, the kind smile, and then take the mastery of the sea trial. The skill of casting nets, they will not go to appreciate the so-called landscape, perhaps used to see, and one of them is the direction of sailing, the rock under the boat and the weather changes. Seeing that the blue is connected with the distant sky, it is like a slowly rising blue continent, shining with the luster of the glazed tiles of ancient times, and widening the infinite space.

10. Vaguely remember. At that time, it was the autumn leaves that flourished. Under the glory of the sun, the golden flash of light flashed out with the wind. The breeze is slightly sloppy, mixed with the aroma of the earth, but it does not have a charm.

11. If the wind likes the autumn in the north, it is very quiet. Their family moved from the south. But he has long forgotten what the autumn of the South looks like. In the autumn of the South, there were a few more hot ones, and a little more deserted. Behind his small courtyard is a vast, grove. At the weekend, take a book, stay in the woods, and read the book of the day. In the afternoon, the faint sunshine, sprinkled on the book and the fingers like the wind, warm and comfortable. Occasionally, a light breeze blows, the leaves on the tree begin to shake, and some leaves dance with the rhythm of the wind.

12. Whenever you are in your spare time, the wind will get used to strolling in the woods.

13. That day, a rainy autumn has just passed. Like the wind with a heavy pace, came to the grove. Because, the ball that was yesterday, he did not play normally. Therefore, this has also become a place for him to send his mood. The rain on the leaves, scattered by the wind, scattered on his face. In an instant, give him a cold and comfortable. He looked up and continued the feeling, gently, smelling the autumn rain, for fear that it would slip away. Slowly, my heart suddenly became cheerful.

14. Like the wind, gently move forward, slow pace, revealing the elegant temperament. Suddenly, as the deep eyes of the wind flashed, he saw a delicately shaped leaf. The piece is very different from the leaves scattered on the ground. If the wind picks up the leaves, the lines of the lines are printed on the bottom of the eyes. —— At the end of time, I saw a fireworks that never faded, but in the end I couldn’t compare the autumn wind with the red leaves. After a long time, the wind is still relishing this sentence. He held the leaf and returned to his room.

15. The sea, the true sea, like the vast land of the northern plateau, condenses a mysterious vitality that cannot be said, giving a deeper transcendence of nature.

16. Walking into the chaotic blue plateau, it seems to be able to support her cold appearance and hear the groaning of his deep life. It is different from the real plateau continent. On the plateau continent, all life is unremarkable; Here, everything is wrapped in the chaotic opaque sea water. The impulse of the inner life is only occasionally changed. The waves are gone and disappeared. Here, everything is moist, soft, delicate and variable. . . . Others can’t really see his heart, he will have a desire for him, go deep into it, and understand its inexplicable psychological world.

17. Standing on the beach on the shore, looking into the distance, only seeing a piece of white. The sea and the sky are integrated, and it is impossible to tell whether it is water or heaven. The so-called: fog locks the hills and mountains to lock the fog, and the sky is even watery. The sea in the distance, under the bright sunshine, like a piece of fish scales on the surface of the water, and like a naughty child constantly jumping to the shore. Looking at the sea, our hearts seem to have become wider. In this realm, people are refreshed and refreshed.

18. The sea is rising, and the waves in the sea are coming to the shore. Some rise up, like a rolling hill; some hit the reef on the beach, splashing waves of several meters high, and making a sound of "哗...哗...".

19. Time, like a piece of paper falling on the surface of the water, carrying the thoughts of falling and falling, the days of reunion come with the wind, with a burst of fragrance, and quietly drifting over, finally, slowly sinking, sinking into Full of joy. It’s almost a year of mid-autumn, this season, with the taste of childhood, some happy, but also some drunken, drunken may be moon cake, chrysanthemum, yellow wine, round moon, and perhaps, there is also the head of the month Hope.

20. Some people have been rushing through their lives, and they have traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers. Looking at the clouds and snow, like a monk, they chose the whole world as their home. Some people hold the books in their lives, and they cook the delicious Chinese tea into a fragrant tea. A Zen heart comes to the heart, with a thin pen and a heart, like a poem is also like a painting; some people live through the life of the wine, green laughter, happy life. Toasting the red face, the flowers are lingering. Who can choose a lifetime, for poetic life.

21. Look at it, the silence in the moment, how drunk, how beautiful, how memorable, the hardcover of the autumn leaves, the roundness of the autumn moon, the soft light of the autumn water, and the autumn It’s so long, it’s so beautiful, it’s so gorgeous. Under that month, who is it? A white skirt, from the depths of Dangui, carrying a sweet-scented osmanthus, singing a Mid-Autumn Festival, dancing in the silent time, let people dream, long thoughts long.

22. A piece of red leaves, after a few drifts, and finally silently landed, the hook man is thinking about autumn. I read the window of ten years, sighing last night's dream, tears, and now tears. Since the beginning of the autumn, the ambition has declined. In the past, the mountain climbed high and the mountains were all down. At the university, people are more, and their hearts are hard to change. From this social road, the bonfire left alone, it is difficult to have peers.

23. In the autumn, you slowly left, so quietly fell into my poetry line, I thought it could bring the coolness of the wind, but it did not expect to bring the tears of the rain. The beautiful poetry, there is no season decoration, just like the sky, there is no trace of white clouds, shallow autumn is shallow, deep autumn is deep. We have carved the story into a line of text, which is to occasionally turn up in the future, and to have beautiful memories in this season.

24. Xia has passed, with summer injury; autumn has been bleak, sandwiched with cool; the fragrance of the lotus has been collected by the season, waiting for the next next year, beautiful bloom. This half-acre lotus pond, the remaining dead branches, gray and messy, who's eyes, once quietly staring, seeing the autumn wind slipping over the shoulders of the residual lotus, then there is no smile, only vaguely remember, left in the wind, The fragrance of the lotus.

25. Time flies like water and there is no return. As I get older, I am slowly getting used to walking alone with a lonely mood. I can see strange scenery and listen to lonely singing. He bumped into the drows of life and lamented the past with the wind. The sleek streetscape of the lampshade is full of light and brilliance; the clear water-like feelings touch the whistle and dust of the night.

26. Sleepless tonight, bring a touch of warmth, let go of the thoughts and cross the mountains and waters to embrace you. Gently look back and stare deeply. Your smile is still so bright, warming my coolness. Who will tears into tears, who will remember the past deeply. In the shallow years, only love is dependent, only you are dependent. I am still in the depths of the red dust and watch you.

27. The days are not shocked, the time slips away between the fingers, and the season has entered the eyebrows of late autumn. The weather in the morning and evening gradually cooled down. In the morning, I felt a little cool when I put on my coat. I opened the floor-to-ceiling windows of the balcony and looked up at the blue sky. It was spotless and crystal clear, like the endless calm blue sea. The seasons are full of flowers, and I have a colorful picture in my affectionate gaze.

28. The lonely loneliness, whoever messed up the hair; the riverside of Sansheng, who made the flow of the year. On the bridge, who drank the Meng Po soup, carved this long thoughts. Forgotten, sentimental! The red line that was wrongly tied in the hands of the old man was gone for thousands of years. It seems like the water is flowing, allowing me to endlessly think about each other; the butterfly is falling, I promise you a tender feeling; the moon is full of defects, and the vows are beautiful, and it is the flower of the world.