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1, fold the willows, you smile. Then turned around. The action was fixed in the hustle and bustle, and the mist became a rain. I look fluent and dirty. I know that even though the railings are shot, time has made the final footnote.

2. In the years of life, after seeing the vicissitudes of life and seeing the slow-sightedness, I saw that the scenery of the following year is also dazzling. One person can have no beauty, no language, but no thought, no ambition, so I am very fortunate. I will realize myself and find my own right position.

3, the night, the hotbed of loneliness, is also the cradle of indulgence. I am afraid, but I love it too. However, I still can't stop the habit of heating, even in such a blazing summer, still holding a cup of hot coffee and a cup of warmth.

4. Perhaps, all the encounters in the world are not accidental. It is the grievances of past lives. It is the cause and effect of a long-awaited reunion. It is the ups and downs of the Forgotten River, and the compassionate thought on the Sansheng Stone.

5, the heart is like the sea, not to sigh the poetry, who will read me. That kind of waiting mood, that kind of unknown feelings. Over the years, the mountains and rivers have been swaying, and since then, they have been disturbed, and the ink is pitiful, and the nightmare that entangles with me is vaguely unwilling to stay in memory.

6, meet in a month and night that will not be drunk, the heart is like a stone, inadvertently, then drunk the dream, lost his eyes, staring at the end of the world, lonely heart, ask the way back. The shallow pain of feelings, as if, can stay on the stone road that will not change, then, I go to the left, you go to the right. The ridiculous barriers that I built up, collapsed in an instant, did not see the stop, the wall of the heart was finally lost, and the mess became a blank.

7. The clock's hands are turning round and round, looking at the clouds in the sky, dotted with the blue sky, but can't modify my heart. In this age of sorrow and sorrow, the singers of the past have been immersed in the long history, the once beautiful dreams, one by one. Sad, resident... my heart.

8, life, only in the wind and rain, can experience the joy of chasing! Life is only in the dark, you can enjoy the beauty of a short-lived!

9, gently sigh, through the gap like the flow of years, cool and thin skirts, it seems that you can no longer find the stars, and the moon with the stars. Even if I prayed with utmost piousness, I was very humble waiting, the spring was cold, and I became a night.

10, you said, I am too melancholy, can not bring you the sunshine of life; you say, I am too self-willed, always disturb your calm heartstrings; you say, I love crying too much, my tears always wet you sunny Blue sky.

11, those quiet times, those warm as spring waters in the past, in the quiet operation, gathered together to grow the river, the shore all the way to bloom, like our bright future. And at the bottom of the turbulent Yellow River, how many people's smiles and tears were deposited, nostalgia and pain.

12, without your days, life is as quiet as ever, people seem innocent, and will not make any extraordinary moves. However, it can no longer be happy, the heart is silent, and the smile has become a difficult disguise.

13, love tree wet flowers can not afford to fly, dyed ice heart is difficult to be fragrant. If the dream is alive, I can no longer afford a confident boat. The moist heart is soaked in bitterness. I can no longer feel the warmth of the season. In the deepest, people are lonely. In the future, I will only be under the curtain, listening to people laughing, my heart becomes a lonely empty city.

14, tired, thinking too much. But I want to let it go, but I can’t let it go. And some things are always lingering in your heart.

15. Loneliness is also a landscape. It’s just that the clouds are fascinating, it’s another grace. From then on, you can't shelter you from the wind and rain. Go to the window, and then renew the wine, put your thoughts down, let you lose weight. Long drunk, dance with the moon. In the leisure time, the twenty-four bridge is still there, the waves are swaying, and the cold moon is silent.

16, the silent night sky, there is no earthly shackles, and there is no impetuousness of the soul. Only the sound of the singer descended from the sky that day, filled the vast universe, filled my empty heart, filled the mossy poetry...

17. Fear of seeing your change and looking forward to your change. This contradiction is struggling and grimacing. It’s hard to say that those sadness can’t be said anymore. No sleep, the exhaustion of the body can not resist the embarrassment of the soul. Only, let the pain spread and dissipate on its own.

18, lonely flowers, in this beautiful music, silently bloom, fragrant my life, rich in my Han ink book incense! The sorrow of the ink color faded in the rain, melting in this transparent rain curtain, no trace, no sound! Only leave this euphemistic sound and the quiet rain sounds complement each other, and make a cup of rich vintage!

19, through time and space, you know that I can not be your tomorrow. But our encounter is a legend in the world, mournful and unforgettable. Walking in the rivers and lakes, there are always so many big loves and hates. The process is blurred and unpredictable. It is not easy to neglect and ruin the dust of the world.

20, silence is the greatest tolerance for life. Repression and self-abuse are silent protests to life. They are not required, but they are no longer motivated, not indulgent, but they have never taken good care of themselves.

21, not because of loneliness, I miss you, but because I miss you. Keep a flower in the ground, count the thoughts of you, and miss your dark fragrance to diffuse the heart in the dead of night. I fell asleep on your thoughts and left a damp on the pillow.

22, I am not willing to promise, just afraid to live up to your tenderness. It hurts, you can squat on one shoulder, how can you talk about it with you? You are already a splendid piece of my heart, and the brightest is like a moon. It’s just that I have been indulging for many years and how I can afford your thoughts.

23, loved for so long, waited for so long, it hurt so long. In fact, the beginning of the situation should never be a matter for me alone. The willingness to paint is a prisoner. Loneliness is a punishment for myself.

24, the river of love, wading through. The difficulty of life, the teeth and support. The robbery of fate, according to a single receipt. Life is a one-way line that cannot be returned. The starting point is a trip that does not return. It is hurriedly slow, deep and shallow, and stumbles.

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