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1. Be a simple living tree, use your own beauty to click on the beauty of the world; use your own shades to sort out the coolness of the world; use your own happiness to embellish the passage of time; use your own love for your beloved People add happiness.

2, a person, point a cigarette, gently spit out a ring of smoke, let the ring of smoke cover the lonely loneliness, watching it slowly spread, gradually faded, faded. Soak a cup of strong tea, blow away the slight white gas, drink the endless sadness brought by this loneliness, the bitterness from the tip of the tongue, this may be the taste of loneliness.

3. A man with the same sea, filled with the lavishness of a woman's water, sailed across the woman's heart, told ignorant memories, broke into the prosperous territory of the mirage, and walked through the hall of the skyscraper with memories, telling the years. The generosity and scent of the atmosphere make women feel sweet.

4, it is often said that a person has been used to loneliness for a long time. But when we opened the dusty memory, we found that the line of sight became a bit fuzzy. It turns out that we just can't find the life of two people.

5, there are always these wonderful sounds, like a string of roots playing, in my life. They are like weird elves, hovering in my world, circling into a ray of sunshine, a touch of purple smoke, a new green, a crescent moon. I often stay in the window and stare at the night sky. The beauty that was lost, the gorgeous sun of tomorrow, this beautiful melody, stopped in my heart again and again.

6. I just don't understand the thoughts of the rain, but I don't know the tricks of falling flowers. I only know that sorrow is brewing, wounds are to be released, grief is in sorrow, and beauty is sung. My heart is full of sorrow, like the rain, the flowers.

7. Stand in front of the flower branch and close your eyes. Breathing and listening to the sound of the petals. Flowering is a language that interprets the melody of nature. Listen to the sound of flowers, listen to nature's nature, listen to a good, listen to the paper string, let your mood go.

8. Once, for your quiet watch, in the moonlight, watch every quiet morning, write the time that belongs to you and me, add poetry, look back and trace.

9, there is a kind of encounter, a glance, it is eternal. There is a kind of heart, once in a lifetime, only one person. There is a kind of knowing, and once you know it, it is flowering. There is a kind of obedience, silent love, lonely and happy. There is a kind of concern, far away from the horizon, close at hand. Because of this, meet, know each other, cherish each other, and spend a lifetime of memories, to forget, will not regret, faintly walked through the long years of glory, with the sorrow.

10, the original, life is such a cruel, too many beautiful things can not stand the test of time.

11, far from watching, quietly waiting, is also a kind of beauty. Deep concern, silent blessing, is also a beautiful state of mind.

12. In this wonderful Bodhi world, thank you and the flowers for your sorrow; thank you for regaining your beautiful feelings; thank yourself and find the scattered past!

13. Sometimes persistence is a kind of pain in the cone, no support, no encouragement, only the loneliness and fear of a person walking alone, or even from the unnecessary ridicule of others, may gradually begin to doubt whether he is stupid, whether he is really obsessed, But we still have the courage to fight, and we want to keep going, because we believe that the future is the beginning of success, and it is a bright future.

14. Who is complaining about a loneliness? Recalling the past, Jun has been a stranger. Close a song of Song, the night is deep. The hurricane and the rain are irritating, and the love of the eye is inevitable. Sigh a goodbye, love is only in the dreams of the years. Heart, reluctance, love, and then difficult to rely on. On a rainy night, silently remembering a person's name in his heart, quietly, missing, only knowing himself.

15. I lay on a small bed and thought of your slight smile at the white wall, and I smiled bitterly, and those who are now no longer belong to me. The curtains passed through the dim light, and the rain drenched the fog. The dead leaves of a pool were also swayed by the rain, and the gentle wind began to beat the flowers that were about to fall. 16, a cup of seeing joy, when the divination is counted, when the sadness of youth is no longer bright across the cheek, when the past is no longer the recovery of the rain. Listen, the songs in the distance are melodious, the ancient paintings are quiet and poetic, and the painting boats are blooming. Who is telling who is not willing to leave, and who is willing to know each other when they know each other, and they are old and old. .

17, squatting through the clouds, suppressing such a situation, but cherish the heart of the children, sprinkle the thousands of feet, indulgence of young and frivolous imagination, Modao evil yeah? A "slow rain in the late spring, can not stop the sound of the waves, whenever the sky is raining again, the wind has a cloud of rain", the heart is released from the bottom of my heart.

18, the feeling of happiness is always overwhelmed by the thoughts, accompanied by you, the world is big and then wide and the eyes are full of humiliation, and you are not separated, the tide of the ocean tide is not calm. A few minutes, a few minutes, is love really desperate in loneliness, strong in despair?

19, life is sincere and gentle, and the scenery we passed, the people we loved, the past events we regretted, the one after another, the erroneous past, the long roads of the old days, the path of the old days is looking back, the original It’s that simple, is it? But those promises that have been promised, those who have been in the past in the past, and every moment that can’t be caught, can you really take it like this?

20, more than ten days of bloom, although gorgeous, but in the end it is also very difficult to clean up. I feel bad about every short break, and I feel bad every time. No one is not eager for a long time, no one does not want to be warm and accompanied, but only when they are exhausted, love is hard, love is intentional, and the heart is infinite.

21, whose story burns my eyes, let the tears splash on the paper, the scene is difficult to miss, only for whom to sigh. Only for the past encounters. Just for, I have been beautiful since I met you.

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