Nice and beautiful sentences
1, walked through the flowers and blossoms, walked past the desolation of the moon, and finally became clear, the world is blurred, many seemingly difficult to separate, this is not disturbing, waiting for the sea to become dust, natural clouds and smoke, no more Yes or no. Falling into the bustling, love and hate entangled into an empty dream, and we will eventually turn away from each other, back to back across the sadness of a lifetime, just two strangers.
2, the people who chase dreams are like this, always want to gallop in the distant future, facing the drift of the heart. It is impossible to grasp the rhythm of right and wrong with the power of self-control. The road to life, after the truth, only found that the moment of innocence.
3, gardenia flowers are opened every year, and some dreams are done every year. Perhaps, Gardenia brings us not only the beauty of the passing of the year, but also a wait for a long time of youth. In the romantic fragrance of all the flowers, all the dreams are flying. Perhaps, when the gardenia blooms, what drives your dreams is flying, and what drives my dreams is flying, which drives everyone’s dreams to fly. As youth is less and less, we have already walked out of the year and month of shaking hands with youth. We have already entered the page that belongs to our own life history. Perhaps, only the gardenia can bring us the clarity and innocence, so that all dreams fly in its whiteness.
4, really love a person, not want to have him at all times, but think about how he has been, how can he do something for the other person, care about a person, often talk to himself, whether he is happy, healthy, whether it is the same as himself, Always remember yourself, think of the deep feelings, tears can not help but fall, wet the clothes, hurt the heart and lungs, dare not tell him, how is his mood, afraid that he said that he is a child who grows up, only to describe his own words Heartfelt.
5. When you are lonely, let your mind walk in the empty mountains after the new rain. The bright moon is clean and tidy, pouring into the quiet and quiet pine forest; the mountain springs are clear and sloppy, and it lingers on the odd-shaped rocks, like a white and innocent. The melted moonlight is the most magnificent poem in the mountain village, and the sound of the water is the most beautiful day in the pine forest. The world’s turmoil and intrigues have disappeared at this time.
6. Lonely lies behind the years, my heart regains the gray of the past, those sad songs, listening to such a humble fall, rubbing the wet eyes over and over again, withering the dream of this pillow, the other side blossoms A kind of unique fragrance, you are put on a long night in the corner. Suddenly, a kind of pain in the heart is covered with paleness. The whole space is missing, the memory is empty, it is no longer complete, and the time is over, telling yourself that you have passed away. I don’t want to close my eyes, so that the tears are blurred, and your figure is no longer there.
7, the wind of the season, always blowing up the flowers in the dream. There is a time when countless times in the corridor of memories, counting the beauty and sorrow, when happiness has not come and packaged, it has long been lost. When can we; we like nostalgia, remember the past, look back. Against the days when the waters flow past, I can't help but leave a long sigh.
8, perhaps this life, destined you are my unforgettable look back. I am passionate, but always believe in one sentence: "Not all the hands of the hands can be old with the children; not all encounters can be interpreted into legends. When they meet, they cherish and cherish forever." One day, all the unforgettable moments will be interpreted in the slight smile of the mouth. The ones that are moved by the heart are still the gloom of the years, those who love, will still remember.
9. I miss the days when I met you. Those memories engraved in my heart can't be worn out after a lifetime. Maybe we can't see you again. Maybe that emotion can only be the past, but you are the most touching thing I miss, maybe you will always be I don't understand, my thoughts start with you. You have known that all my love is only because of you, but now you, there is still no memory in my heart, I will not take me when I am lonely. Remember.
10, the red coat is blooming when you meet, and your deep scorpion hides infinite secrets. The intersection is our enthusiasm as always, and the deep bone marrow confrontation. The voice of the soul resonates in harmony, expecting the arrival of the day, let us come together.
11. When you are lonely, let the mind swim in the sky and sea, meet the falling clouds, and enjoy the long-lasting autumn water; the spring of the river in the spring of the river, listen to the twenty-four bridge moonlight night jade The whistling of people. The hustle and bustle of the world, the ups and downs of honor and disgrace have already been thrown away at this time. 12, the depths of the red dust, one finger of quicksand, the endless autumn dream, the gentleness of the precipitation in the pen end, the sketchy endless watery tenderness, prosperous, drunk, a dream, and finally empty, left a place Sadness still narrates the vow that once was, the sea and the stone, but the glimpses of the time, fleeting. The number of years is flowing, the flowers are blooming, the moon is missing, the joys and sorrows are separated, and whoever has escaped, perhaps should let go of that obsession, as long as the sincere love, paid, and possessed, is worthy of satisfaction, why bother So picky?
13, I really want to think of a dream drunk in the pure world, do not ask all the world, just want to sleep quietly. Only the pure beauty of gardenia can give people the purity of the years and give people a wonderful life. Perhaps, only the white color of gardenia can fade away all the knots in the heart. Therefore, in the season when the gardenia blooms, I love to dream, let all the beauty accompany my dreams flying together. No matter, fly to the mountains, or to the Bohai Sea. I think that all the fragrance of gardenia will give me a miracle of life, let me fly farther and farther in all beauty.
14, what is the fate, not only in the same time and space, an accidental meeting, because you never know the next second, you will not pass it by. Many people say that singleness is a state, but it is only a state. It has also been said that everyone who does not want to fall in love has a person who can't keep up. Some people will say that there is no fate in love, and everything is white.
15. What day is my Qinglian? Is it possible to find a Qinglian that belongs to me if I tell the story and bypass all the dust? Life can be a green lotus, there is no end to happiness, what day can I return my Qinglian? Out of the mud, not dyed, 濯 濯 涟 涟 涟 涟 , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,
16、When the wind rises, when I read it, Wanxi has a heart; when the wind falls, I will fall and I will dance to the world. All the pleated years, the cockroaches that can't be hidden, bloom in an instant. Feelings, thinking, what day is no longer dripping water through the stone? Non-flowers like dreams, what day is my fresh lotus?
17. Walk alone on the mountain, wear a thin windbreaker, stand in the sakizaki dream we stepped on, count the petals that fall from the raindrops, one flower, blossoming and ruining. I said: Zen is a flower; you say: Buddha is a life. It turns into a flower, a flower in the mountains, and a mountain in the flowers. No flower mountain will be desolate, no mountain flower will be ridiculous. You are a flower, I am fortunate to be a mountain. But nowadays, the mountains are still standing, the flowers have been ruined, I can no longer kiss you the fragrance of the dew, the thoughts are a tree of mountains: prosperity - why is it dying.
18, alone at the intersection, swing a monotonous right hand, in the shadow of the looming we left, count the dust that is bounced by the raindrops, the red dust and the drizzle, your shadow is swaying like a rain The willows are erratic, like the wings in the rain, the wings are heavy, like the pedestrians in the rain, the hurriedly rushed... The hands that once held your icy face, had to hold a weak blessing in the rain, smashing a broken tile Rain dreams, comforting our goodbye and paying homage to our past. Acacia is a dust all the way, praised by the confused resentment, lost pain.
19, a single lamp, I stand for a thousand years of scenery, will not cry, not heartbreak. The dream falls on the dust and is reincarnation several times.
20, when you are lonely, go up the river, pass through the sky, wearing a white surplus, and firmly move toward the Qingyi people who are in the middle of the water. With the Yi people, the wine is lightly swayed, the moon dances, and a plum blossom is made, and the dance is long. With the Iraqi people not to bear the spring, intoxicated. The vaginal illusion of the human world and the falsehood of falsehood have dissipated as smoke at this time.
21, the light of the scorpion flowers, who brought into the paradise of dreams? The scent of flowers, who took away from the world? Tonight, listening to the melodious music, I walked from the sea of flowers full of gardenia, smelled the flowers, drunk in this flower sea that is full of delusions and brings infinite hope. I like to smell the flowers of the gardenia over and over again, and let all my confusion disappear in the fragrance. I also like to watch the gardenia flower over and over again, let my feelings in the confusion, run again and again in the infinite wilderness, and let my soul get eternal peace.
22, the raindrops of the dragon play the dance music of the green leaves, dancing with me is my unchanging mind. The wrinkled brow locks my helpless Acacia, how can I forget that your tender eyes have melted my heart. 23, this situation can be treated as recollection, but it was already at a loss! Being alone is not born, but the moment you fall in love with someone. It is unconscious to let a person walk into his own heart. The most regrettable thing in life is to give up easily and should not give up. The stubborn insistence should not be adhered to.
24, the silent night, flashing a slight heart of light, the surging stream is constantly flowing, because of the thoughts. The streaked grotesqueness, knocking the shadow of sadness and swaying, the deep silence trembled in the empty atrium. A calm sorrow, destined to follow the fragrance. No one can understand the pain that is buried in my heart. Traveling in the depths of memory, feeling the youth of the time, in the long corridor of the past, has long been old, such as falling flowers with the wind, no trace of death.
25, do not know what the reason fell in love with gardenia, but like its tranquility, like its quiet. Perhaps, in the world of gardenia, I have a delusion and I have an expectation. After a long period of not falling, in the years of washing, let my heart once become very restless, no direction, no motivation, everything is stuck in the youthful years of Fangfei nightmare. I don't know when I started, I saw these white and innocent gardenias, and my restless heart became quiet and abnormal.
26, when I am lonely, my heart listens to the sages of the sages of the sages: the fame and fortune, the glory and wealth are all things outside, and life is like a cloud. Listening with an open mind, such as Mu Chunfeng; thinking quietly, purifying the soul. I want to let selfishness, narrowness, hypocrisy, and paranoia overflow the outside world, and let the noble human holy water extinguish the greedy desire. In the red dust, only indifferent, can only be clear; only quiet, can reach far.
27. If you are gone, it is your happiness. I would like to be sad alone. If it is cold, it is your personality. Perseverance is my nature. When a person enters the boundary river, he is destined to coexist with sorrow. There are many unpredictable things in life. You are a complex that I did not expect. Whenever I am alone, I quietly think about our encounters. Although not as beautiful as in the book, in my heart, you and I are the most beautiful.
28, your toughness has worn out my arrogance, the dark night is the moment of my solo dance, full of inspiration comes from your feelings, counting the stars, looking at the darkness, as if you are a ghost, lingering in the red dust for a long time, do not want to leave .
29, those who have had a good, after all, become a distant miss, memories, just a period of recollections that can not go back, once innocent smile, as the years go by. It turned out that sweet candy is no longer the taste of that year, there is a slight distress, the memory has not changed, we have changed, the past has not forgotten, we have forgotten, the heart still hurts, but we do not care. Yesterday's yesterday, it seems like a cloud of smoke, and when I look back, I find that we are no longer the appearance of the beginning.
30. The setting sun melts gold, and the sky in the west is red. Looking back and staring, I vaguely saw a winding man on the winding road, his backs, shorts and pants, and the whole body was filled with a touch of chrysanthemum. He is Mr. Wu Liu, who "sees the South Mountain under the daisy of the Chrysanthemum," and mistakenly entered the dust net to make him physically and mentally exhausted. After his resignation, his body and mind were bathed in the flowers of the mountains, and he harvested a rare bleak and leisurely. .
31, falling flowers, love. I am in love, I am in love, never forgotten, my poor words can not describe your thoughts, words and sentences, sadness, day and night, do not forget the face. Three feet, I will wait for a lifetime, wait for the fate to come close, and wait for your ruthlessness.
32, eager for a person's sorrow, it will be warm and mysterious, covered with veil and wind in the rain and butterfly dance, like the fish under the water in the soft wind, quiet and free, but will not flow out of tears, nor The wounds in the heart will be left behind, and the warm smile will permeate the scent of lilac flowers and blend into the purity and beauty of a person.
33. Despair buried the laughter, and disappointment concealed everything. What I should do is learn to forget. Between loneliness and uneasiness. If you are not strong and weak, who will you see?
34. Where is this day going? What will be at the end? But I know that as long as you follow the right path, there will always be gains. Where is the heart, there is hope. Even if you work hard for someone, it is worth it.
35. The quiet night keyboard sounds like your own heart, jumping text, gently jumping out and quietly falling, activate the screen, let the passionate life show the charm of silence, the time is unconsciously in the past, the sky is about to dawn The morning dawn of the East awakens the indulged soul, slowly and slowly, wakes up, I don’t know when I can’t cry, the text in the center of the whimper is wet, and the tears fall down gently.
36, the abrupt end of thoughts such as impermanent raindrops, stringless dreams. Each blisters wrapped my countless thoughts and broke my expectations again and again. Broken the rain curtain that was originally untouched, and the raindrops were connected to the wall, but the natural edge?
37. The loneliness of loneliness gave me a look at my own space. My mind was washed by the turbulent water, filtering out the emptiness and ignoring the dust. Only by washing away the lead, can you calm down and do things.
38. If you fall in love, don't give up easily, smashing, may make you regret for a while, timid, may make you regret for a lifetime. It will be mine for me. I will only be a passer of yours. I say that the corner meets love, my corner meets you, but I forget that you will also turn corners. Perhaps letting go is also a relief.
39. I met you on the road of life. It is the blessing that I have cultivated in the past. It is the place where you smile and infiltrate the heart, the place where the sun goes. It is the place where you are covered with sweat. There is not much love in the world, and the truth is given. You are equal to giving you all of me, no matter where and when you are, this situation does not change, this love is eternal.
40. How can you tell the story of the dusty days? Can you tell me what to do? The loneliness of one person finally made the mistake of two people, the loneliness of several people. Who is the loneliness of the long-lost years, and who is lonely? In the April of the world, Fang Fei is in the eye. Can you have a few April days in the world? Fang Fei, yesterday, Fang Fei, today, can finally Fangfei a few tomorrow?
41, the depth of love is shallow, a trace of the thoughts, reversed the dust of several generations, like water and flowers, who is in the heart of the field? In front of the love, who is dancing in the sleeves of the bridge? Who is not drunk and prosperous? Who is not dyed for loneliness? Who washes the lead and Huawei laughs? The bustling and torn city is torn into pieces, letting the years dance to vicissitudes of life, plain and clean, and dancing lightly.
42. The emperors of the ages are ancient, prosperous as dreams, and dreams wake up without traces. In this life, I will live for you for a lifetime, do not regret, and abandon the glory of life. Past events are in my heart, night dreams come back yesterday, and the coolness of the heart is rushing. Who insisted on leaving, and remembered to remember?
43. I am at the junction of dreams and reality, and I pierce my heart again and again. Desperate a gully, buried some unknown secrets, always holding the imaginary self, stupid to the field where I laughed. Such a scattered feeling, why is it like a battlefield, it is hard to forget.
44. Years old flowers are similar. In the past, there was always a scar, or deep or shallow, groggy, drunk, looking at a piece of memory, indifference to find awkward thoughts, being washed away, who was picked up, Like a smile, but full of deep meaning, the smoke willow cloud, contains a lot of tears in the eyes. 45, you and I are not the overlord of the red dust, I only want to cover the sky, but only cover your eyes, the bangs with a clear and free-spirited line of sight, Liu Hai blurs the line of sight, after all, the bangs can't cover the slightest sadness of the corner of the eye, the falling meteor, With a moment of eternity, flashing past, you have had a meteor-like glare, but after all, it still dies.
46. If you can't remember, it is the long-awaited Enron. Why don't you want to let go and indulge in the wine? Will you be locked into the sealed forbidden place? Will the continuation of reluctance to recall be accompanied by this endless beauty?
47. If you can retreat in a tear, let me appreciate the lingering summer rain, let the lotus in the lake, and nourish the natural rhyme. A lotus flower sits on the heart of the lake, not deliberate, but I have been looking forward to it.
48. If the years are quiet, the time is as good as the first time, those tears of the collection, will you smile and say nothing? If the end of the bustling, there is a wonderful in the plain, then will not have to go back to the past?
49, time; we may have been a story, someone, climbing mountains and wading, not afraid of danger, even if the front of the Cape, will be chasing a period of happiness. Suddenly, I found that all these persistent attachments are so unworthy, so I understand, in the face of the feeling of pain, I always want to say to myself, "I have always learned to love others, I don’t know, I forgot to hurt myself."
50, is the right and wrong of the dust, the dream is generally broken, the wind is no trace. Working together to plan the next stop, I don't know, the bumps have already approached the pace of moving forward, I used all my strength, how can I not get rid of God's arranged road. Or maybe; after the fall, I only know the taste of failure. At that time, after the light slipped away, I remembered the beauty of the past.
51, the years without traces, always record the feelings of anytime, anywhere, a new notebook, I named it "sorrowful broken thoughts." In the rainy days, quietly feel the feelings in the rain, leave the lonely to the years, and leave the simplicity to yourself.
52. All the long-lasting years will eventually fade away from the scent of gardenia, immersing in the most beautiful purity, not asking the world, not asking trivial, just asking for one of the most beautiful, only one Indifferent. The life of gardenia should be a person's obsession with beauty and the most eager hope for life. The beautiful gardenia will bring all the fragrance into its beauty.
53. Through the sun, the smile has a bright sorrow. From this moment on, the heart is already faint and cold. Smile is just my courtesy. Since then, I can become friends with anyone, but I can't be intimate. My accommodation is just indifferent and I don't want to care about it. It is not a reason to hurt me. For me, my friends are just familiar strangers, but I don’t know each other.
54. I breathe that breath and taste the taste. The moonlight is like water, cool, and the smog is leaking. I let it pass at my fingertips. I feel the moonlight, the sad tears.
55, we do not understand the understanding, lofty and proud of self-righteousness, let the quicksand eroded the bit by bit of trust, the beauty of the incompleteness, the cycle of sorrow and joy, but not a change of mind can be restored, you and I can not understand the twists and turns, Silence again and again, silence is always a powerful representative, smile, how can you guess the mysterious heart, maybe you and I always think too much. 56, the midnight bell rang for a long time, but at this time there is no sleep, the soul is possessed by you, the flesh and blood are absorbed by you, the essence of life is left to you, the rest is only the body, you take everything away from me, My existence is wonderful for you.
57, cherish the flowers and the wind, look back as before. Got over and missed it. Caught and lost. In life, there is a scene of one after another. When I once again knew myself, I realized that it was; I am nothing. There is also a process of hard work, and there is a result if there is uncertainty.
58. I am used to drinking a pot of moonlight wine. By moonlight, I count the ups and downs of the ups and downs. How many times, relying on high-rise buildings, the night is over. However, there is no habit of missing your smile. In the year of the roaming, there is no such thing as you, and you have failed the six palaces.
59. The encounter is accidental. If you know how to cherish the fate, you will not be acquainted with each other. Discretion is inevitable, and you will not get caught up in it. Life is ruthless as a play. After the end of the game, even if you and I are still in a world, it is already irrelevant.
60, meet in a month and night that will not be drunk, mind 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.
61, 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.
62. Happiness always escapes the killing of time. If you want to reach out and catch something, you are struggling, hateful, and helpless. Waiting for the disappointment again and again, the result is to deepen the hate of yourself again and again! The tighter the catch, the faster the loss, but the more disappointing, the more disappointing the desire, the more struggling in the thoughts, the more sad, the quieter sleep, some things, always think very much. Beautiful, so in the imagination, of course, ruined a reality that could have been very happy.
63, looking for the scenery that once had you, day and night, years old, reminiscing about that obsessive, stubborn, etc., knowing that there is no answer... remember the past four days, like a dream, let the heart, welcome flowers Sadness, frost is a path cold, walking in the wind, the style is infinite, those memories about you, so difficult, I use words to resist the sadness, a deep love, charming, quiet night, think of your thoughts lightly.
64, the rainy journey, the hurried footsteps can not walk out of that obsession, the sleepless night of the rumors, the Tang Feng Song Yu, who has not finished the full stomach, the book that has been yellowed is full of your memory. Lonely night, I miss you like this, looking up at the sky and crying silently, the brightest two stars, but across the distance that can't be touched, the moment the meteor crossed can wake up your memory, the clouds are floating. That one can come to your words, I want to invite you to the moon, to melt the tenderness in the wine, I want to be drunk in your body, can not afford to dream.
65. Looking at the lonely scenery, the end of the stretch is the chaos that can't be seen clearly. You and I can't predict the future. Hysteria's indulgence is the way for my fool to express emotions. At night, the indifference of the stars becomes the only litigant. Maybe Chopard, the star of the stars, can understand a sad charm.
66. Maybe it blooms like a flower, waiting for someone to smile, and then turning into a migratory bird flying aimlessly in the air, giving a pair of wings for love. Maybe still love, maybe still thinking, maybe it can be lost, so I choose to wait, maybe this is the meaning of love existence, I think there will always be such a person, I hope you can also wait for him. 67. The leaves are the wings that do not fly; the wings are the leaves that fall in the sky; the lonely, but the loneliness is the carnival of one person; the carnival is the melody that spreads sadness, and there is always no embarrassment.
68, the night is deep, the dream is still far away, the fascination of the fascinating and fascinating, in the illusion of the near and far, I feel that you enjoy the beauty of the world in the warm chase, open like a bouquet of flowers in the sun, a scene The picture of the once clear spirit is sketched into a dreamlike mood, just as clear as a recollection after a beginning.
69, late at night, like a person to quietly think, for loneliness and loneliness, seems to have been destined to be a habit. In the bag filled with thoughts, the past flows with the tide, like the wind. How many times have you told yourself silently that you are doing your own life and life; without looking back and reminiscing, you can only move forward on the road ahead. Full of eagerness and embarrassment, perhaps; the next stop in the dream is not necessarily far away.
70, a bamboo stick, a pair of sandals, calmly and calmly through the bamboo forest in the wind and rain, cut and cut ... "a smog of rain and rain," this is how superb free and easy. Only when you sink your heart, can you have such meticulous and profound insight into life.
71. This is a love that cannot be stripped of the years. This is a love that cannot be laughed at. It is a love that has been worn for a long time. This is indeed the precipitation and accumulation of the best years of my youth. Love. Although the songs that have been separated are over, the years of dyeing the dust are about to go, but I always admit that I love him.
72. I once saw this passage on the post: "One day, there will be such a person, see all the states you have written, read all the microblogs you wrote, see all the photos in your space, and even go to the other. The place to look for information about you, try to listen to the songs you love to listen to, walk through the places you walked, see the books you like to read, taste all the good things that you are yelling, just want to make up, your youth - His time is late."
73. The most beautiful ones, who remembers who, in the fragments of the memories, which paragraph is the remorse? I have the heart to look at the withered everything, bear all the painful heart, stand alone in the streets of a person, squatting and wondering how to leap, slowly looking back, the lights are dim, there is still no shadow, the eyes are bleak, hope to turn into The gray smoke disappeared, staying in the gaze, the wind blew the curtains, the beautiful memories made the tears blurred, and I felt a sad, beautiful, long-lasting thought, jumping over the moon, and arousing the loneliness and desolateness of the whole city.
74. Once upon a time, people who have done things, perhaps have no expectations, have become a dream of Nanke. No one can predict tomorrow. Perhaps, the former twilight is more beautiful and the scenery is more attractive. Because of the beauty of the past, it will be fixed forever. Supporting a bamboo pole, and going to the sea to ask the sea, life is also silent, I just want to be able to live a simple life in peace and stability.
75. In the rain alley where we live, in the river bay where we walk, in the mountains of our hard journey, on the roadside we meet, I am holding the thoughts in the dust, thinking about the sadness in the sun and the moon, countless times. Come back and forth, countless times of entanglement, write a stupid verse, leave a bitter letter, do the dream of passing through the time and space, dream of the person who used to hold the bottle of flowers, the heart of the fragrance.
76, in the flustered years, sometimes I will look at this white scorpion flower meditation, why some people are destined for the end of the world, why is there such a tacit understanding? Isn't this the biggest punishment for God in life? Gardenia does not give any answer, but its fragrance is still overflowing in the world. I like to look at the piece to tell the sea to be alone, I think if I can, I want to be a gardenia, often open in May and June, so that all beauty will always follow in the world.
77. The cloud is self-sufficient and self-sufficient. You don't have to remember all your memories, and you don't have to deliberately forget everything. It’s not as good as ever, to take a hard look at the clouds and clouds, and forget about the hustle and bustle. At the end of the year, you can stand alone and grow old. 78. It is a kind of regret in life that you can get together. It may be a kind of regret in life. Maybe it is the beauty of the broken, a few flowers, a few seasons, but it may not be perfect in life.
79. Some waiting is a helplessness. I only have to write your thoughts on the pen tip. Some waits can't be too long and have withered in my heart. There is a kind of happiness that is not called forever, but happiness has an eternal name called true love!
80, sometimes a little bit of bitterness, in the blink of an eye is the sweetness of melting sugar, nourishing the sleepless night, calling for countless clean and luxurious silence, leaving me a window of moonlight, poetic, messy Full of paper clouds, romantic and mysterious eyes melt the dark blue of the night sky, became a place of first love, each star became a station, dreams are floating there, and fairy tales are also made at this time.
81, melancholy face, pretending to be a strong smile, the night of the sky, the torn heart valve spilled over the ground, I want to bury the soul deeply, the love of the accumulated savings, interpret all my eternal, gaze far away, look There are tears in the sky, the independence of the people, the tens of millions of frosts, looking up at the sky alone, writing the words of the world, the time to the color of the wind and frost, the memory of the ring is deeply engraved in the depths of the soul, You are in a circle in the annual ring, another circle, full of space.
82, at least once in a lifetime, for someone to forget themselves. Do not seek results, do not seek peers, do not seek to have, but only to meet you in the most beautiful years, some loss is doomed, some fate is doomed to no results.
83. The unexpected summer rain is accumulating in the clouds. Is it just like the free flow of Youlan, or is it for my heart? Simple summer rain, simple me, simple you. Today or tomorrow, meeting or forgetting is a different continuation of yesterday’s story.
84. Turning away the entanglement of the ages, the age of dyeing the dust is clearly visible. I always admit my heart when I play the song. I love him, no matter how catastrophic I have experienced, no matter how scarred I am spurred by the years, I admit that I always love him.
85. It is memory that is easier to pass than the passing of the year. It is easier to forget than to remember, not inadvertently, but it is really cautious. Things that were once precious are carefully discarded by time. In the subconscious, I am afraid of heartbreak, so I hide my heart in the corner. Without happiness, there is no sadness. It can only be discovered a long time later that my heart has been overlaid and I can no longer find it.
86. Sadness irrigated the shackles of the mind, and countless times traversed the journey in search. With the drifting heart, bring the dreams that have not yet taken off, chasing the station in the scenery. There is a place where I pass by countless times, but I can't rely on it. There is one person, I use all my love, but I can't love it. It turns out that life is nothing more than loss and cherish.
87. Sometimes, looking at the distant sky, staying full, full of mood, once upon a time, I became so sad, how can I not find the smile of the past, the self under the sky, the Buddha has already been the world Abandoned, full of heart and heart, suddenly cold and frozen, empty heart can no longer store this kind of sad thing, distant, I can not get happiness.
88, the years are quiet, the time is light, kiss me have been singing, once, I treat all your deep love as a secret as conservative, even if too much tolerance, how can you be willing to suffer a little bit of damage and grievances, sometimes I wish, you can read a little bit, but I am afraid that you will see through, dear, this road, although we are not pungent, we can have too much sweetness, bitter happiness, just like this, you Still willing to leave me?
2, the people who chase dreams are like this, always want to gallop in the distant future, facing the drift of the heart. It is impossible to grasp the rhythm of right and wrong with the power of self-control. The road to life, after the truth, only found that the moment of innocence.
3, gardenia flowers are opened every year, and some dreams are done every year. Perhaps, Gardenia brings us not only the beauty of the passing of the year, but also a wait for a long time of youth. In the romantic fragrance of all the flowers, all the dreams are flying. Perhaps, when the gardenia blooms, what drives your dreams is flying, and what drives my dreams is flying, which drives everyone’s dreams to fly. As youth is less and less, we have already walked out of the year and month of shaking hands with youth. We have already entered the page that belongs to our own life history. Perhaps, only the gardenia can bring us the clarity and innocence, so that all dreams fly in its whiteness.
4, really love a person, not want to have him at all times, but think about how he has been, how can he do something for the other person, care about a person, often talk to himself, whether he is happy, healthy, whether it is the same as himself, Always remember yourself, think of the deep feelings, tears can not help but fall, wet the clothes, hurt the heart and lungs, dare not tell him, how is his mood, afraid that he said that he is a child who grows up, only to describe his own words Heartfelt.
5. When you are lonely, let your mind walk in the empty mountains after the new rain. The bright moon is clean and tidy, pouring into the quiet and quiet pine forest; the mountain springs are clear and sloppy, and it lingers on the odd-shaped rocks, like a white and innocent. The melted moonlight is the most magnificent poem in the mountain village, and the sound of the water is the most beautiful day in the pine forest. The world’s turmoil and intrigues have disappeared at this time.
6. Lonely lies behind the years, my heart regains the gray of the past, those sad songs, listening to such a humble fall, rubbing the wet eyes over and over again, withering the dream of this pillow, the other side blossoms A kind of unique fragrance, you are put on a long night in the corner. Suddenly, a kind of pain in the heart is covered with paleness. The whole space is missing, the memory is empty, it is no longer complete, and the time is over, telling yourself that you have passed away. I don’t want to close my eyes, so that the tears are blurred, and your figure is no longer there.
7, the wind of the season, always blowing up the flowers in the dream. There is a time when countless times in the corridor of memories, counting the beauty and sorrow, when happiness has not come and packaged, it has long been lost. When can we; we like nostalgia, remember the past, look back. Against the days when the waters flow past, I can't help but leave a long sigh.
8, perhaps this life, destined you are my unforgettable look back. I am passionate, but always believe in one sentence: "Not all the hands of the hands can be old with the children; not all encounters can be interpreted into legends. When they meet, they cherish and cherish forever." One day, all the unforgettable moments will be interpreted in the slight smile of the mouth. The ones that are moved by the heart are still the gloom of the years, those who love, will still remember.
9. I miss the days when I met you. Those memories engraved in my heart can't be worn out after a lifetime. Maybe we can't see you again. Maybe that emotion can only be the past, but you are the most touching thing I miss, maybe you will always be I don't understand, my thoughts start with you. You have known that all my love is only because of you, but now you, there is still no memory in my heart, I will not take me when I am lonely. Remember.
10, the red coat is blooming when you meet, and your deep scorpion hides infinite secrets. The intersection is our enthusiasm as always, and the deep bone marrow confrontation. The voice of the soul resonates in harmony, expecting the arrival of the day, let us come together.
11. When you are lonely, let the mind swim in the sky and sea, meet the falling clouds, and enjoy the long-lasting autumn water; the spring of the river in the spring of the river, listen to the twenty-four bridge moonlight night jade The whistling of people. The hustle and bustle of the world, the ups and downs of honor and disgrace have already been thrown away at this time. 12, the depths of the red dust, one finger of quicksand, the endless autumn dream, the gentleness of the precipitation in the pen end, the sketchy endless watery tenderness, prosperous, drunk, a dream, and finally empty, left a place Sadness still narrates the vow that once was, the sea and the stone, but the glimpses of the time, fleeting. The number of years is flowing, the flowers are blooming, the moon is missing, the joys and sorrows are separated, and whoever has escaped, perhaps should let go of that obsession, as long as the sincere love, paid, and possessed, is worthy of satisfaction, why bother So picky?
13, I really want to think of a dream drunk in the pure world, do not ask all the world, just want to sleep quietly. Only the pure beauty of gardenia can give people the purity of the years and give people a wonderful life. Perhaps, only the white color of gardenia can fade away all the knots in the heart. Therefore, in the season when the gardenia blooms, I love to dream, let all the beauty accompany my dreams flying together. No matter, fly to the mountains, or to the Bohai Sea. I think that all the fragrance of gardenia will give me a miracle of life, let me fly farther and farther in all beauty.
14, what is the fate, not only in the same time and space, an accidental meeting, because you never know the next second, you will not pass it by. Many people say that singleness is a state, but it is only a state. It has also been said that everyone who does not want to fall in love has a person who can't keep up. Some people will say that there is no fate in love, and everything is white.
15. What day is my Qinglian? Is it possible to find a Qinglian that belongs to me if I tell the story and bypass all the dust? Life can be a green lotus, there is no end to happiness, what day can I return my Qinglian? Out of the mud, not dyed, 濯 濯 涟 涟 涟 涟 , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,
16、When the wind rises, when I read it, Wanxi has a heart; when the wind falls, I will fall and I will dance to the world. All the pleated years, the cockroaches that can't be hidden, bloom in an instant. Feelings, thinking, what day is no longer dripping water through the stone? Non-flowers like dreams, what day is my fresh lotus?
17. Walk alone on the mountain, wear a thin windbreaker, stand in the sakizaki dream we stepped on, count the petals that fall from the raindrops, one flower, blossoming and ruining. I said: Zen is a flower; you say: Buddha is a life. It turns into a flower, a flower in the mountains, and a mountain in the flowers. No flower mountain will be desolate, no mountain flower will be ridiculous. You are a flower, I am fortunate to be a mountain. But nowadays, the mountains are still standing, the flowers have been ruined, I can no longer kiss you the fragrance of the dew, the thoughts are a tree of mountains: prosperity - why is it dying.
18, alone at the intersection, swing a monotonous right hand, in the shadow of the looming we left, count the dust that is bounced by the raindrops, the red dust and the drizzle, your shadow is swaying like a rain The willows are erratic, like the wings in the rain, the wings are heavy, like the pedestrians in the rain, the hurriedly rushed... The hands that once held your icy face, had to hold a weak blessing in the rain, smashing a broken tile Rain dreams, comforting our goodbye and paying homage to our past. Acacia is a dust all the way, praised by the confused resentment, lost pain.
19, a single lamp, I stand for a thousand years of scenery, will not cry, not heartbreak. The dream falls on the dust and is reincarnation several times.
20, when you are lonely, go up the river, pass through the sky, wearing a white surplus, and firmly move toward the Qingyi people who are in the middle of the water. With the Yi people, the wine is lightly swayed, the moon dances, and a plum blossom is made, and the dance is long. With the Iraqi people not to bear the spring, intoxicated. The vaginal illusion of the human world and the falsehood of falsehood have dissipated as smoke at this time.
21, the light of the scorpion flowers, who brought into the paradise of dreams? The scent of flowers, who took away from the world? Tonight, listening to the melodious music, I walked from the sea of flowers full of gardenia, smelled the flowers, drunk in this flower sea that is full of delusions and brings infinite hope. I like to smell the flowers of the gardenia over and over again, and let all my confusion disappear in the fragrance. I also like to watch the gardenia flower over and over again, let my feelings in the confusion, run again and again in the infinite wilderness, and let my soul get eternal peace.
22, the raindrops of the dragon play the dance music of the green leaves, dancing with me is my unchanging mind. The wrinkled brow locks my helpless Acacia, how can I forget that your tender eyes have melted my heart. 23, this situation can be treated as recollection, but it was already at a loss! Being alone is not born, but the moment you fall in love with someone. It is unconscious to let a person walk into his own heart. The most regrettable thing in life is to give up easily and should not give up. The stubborn insistence should not be adhered to.
24, the silent night, flashing a slight heart of light, the surging stream is constantly flowing, because of the thoughts. The streaked grotesqueness, knocking the shadow of sadness and swaying, the deep silence trembled in the empty atrium. A calm sorrow, destined to follow the fragrance. No one can understand the pain that is buried in my heart. Traveling in the depths of memory, feeling the youth of the time, in the long corridor of the past, has long been old, such as falling flowers with the wind, no trace of death.
25, do not know what the reason fell in love with gardenia, but like its tranquility, like its quiet. Perhaps, in the world of gardenia, I have a delusion and I have an expectation. After a long period of not falling, in the years of washing, let my heart once become very restless, no direction, no motivation, everything is stuck in the youthful years of Fangfei nightmare. I don't know when I started, I saw these white and innocent gardenias, and my restless heart became quiet and abnormal.
26, when I am lonely, my heart listens to the sages of the sages of the sages: the fame and fortune, the glory and wealth are all things outside, and life is like a cloud. Listening with an open mind, such as Mu Chunfeng; thinking quietly, purifying the soul. I want to let selfishness, narrowness, hypocrisy, and paranoia overflow the outside world, and let the noble human holy water extinguish the greedy desire. In the red dust, only indifferent, can only be clear; only quiet, can reach far.
27. If you are gone, it is your happiness. I would like to be sad alone. If it is cold, it is your personality. Perseverance is my nature. When a person enters the boundary river, he is destined to coexist with sorrow. There are many unpredictable things in life. You are a complex that I did not expect. Whenever I am alone, I quietly think about our encounters. Although not as beautiful as in the book, in my heart, you and I are the most beautiful.
28, your toughness has worn out my arrogance, the dark night is the moment of my solo dance, full of inspiration comes from your feelings, counting the stars, looking at the darkness, as if you are a ghost, lingering in the red dust for a long time, do not want to leave .
29, those who have had a good, after all, become a distant miss, memories, just a period of recollections that can not go back, once innocent smile, as the years go by. It turned out that sweet candy is no longer the taste of that year, there is a slight distress, the memory has not changed, we have changed, the past has not forgotten, we have forgotten, the heart still hurts, but we do not care. Yesterday's yesterday, it seems like a cloud of smoke, and when I look back, I find that we are no longer the appearance of the beginning.
30. The setting sun melts gold, and the sky in the west is red. Looking back and staring, I vaguely saw a winding man on the winding road, his backs, shorts and pants, and the whole body was filled with a touch of chrysanthemum. He is Mr. Wu Liu, who "sees the South Mountain under the daisy of the Chrysanthemum," and mistakenly entered the dust net to make him physically and mentally exhausted. After his resignation, his body and mind were bathed in the flowers of the mountains, and he harvested a rare bleak and leisurely. .
31, falling flowers, love. I am in love, I am in love, never forgotten, my poor words can not describe your thoughts, words and sentences, sadness, day and night, do not forget the face. Three feet, I will wait for a lifetime, wait for the fate to come close, and wait for your ruthlessness.
32, eager for a person's sorrow, it will be warm and mysterious, covered with veil and wind in the rain and butterfly dance, like the fish under the water in the soft wind, quiet and free, but will not flow out of tears, nor The wounds in the heart will be left behind, and the warm smile will permeate the scent of lilac flowers and blend into the purity and beauty of a person.
33. Despair buried the laughter, and disappointment concealed everything. What I should do is learn to forget. Between loneliness and uneasiness. If you are not strong and weak, who will you see?
34. Where is this day going? What will be at the end? But I know that as long as you follow the right path, there will always be gains. Where is the heart, there is hope. Even if you work hard for someone, it is worth it.
35. The quiet night keyboard sounds like your own heart, jumping text, gently jumping out and quietly falling, activate the screen, let the passionate life show the charm of silence, the time is unconsciously in the past, the sky is about to dawn The morning dawn of the East awakens the indulged soul, slowly and slowly, wakes up, I don’t know when I can’t cry, the text in the center of the whimper is wet, and the tears fall down gently.
36, the abrupt end of thoughts such as impermanent raindrops, stringless dreams. Each blisters wrapped my countless thoughts and broke my expectations again and again. Broken the rain curtain that was originally untouched, and the raindrops were connected to the wall, but the natural edge?
37. The loneliness of loneliness gave me a look at my own space. My mind was washed by the turbulent water, filtering out the emptiness and ignoring the dust. Only by washing away the lead, can you calm down and do things.
38. If you fall in love, don't give up easily, smashing, may make you regret for a while, timid, may make you regret for a lifetime. It will be mine for me. I will only be a passer of yours. I say that the corner meets love, my corner meets you, but I forget that you will also turn corners. Perhaps letting go is also a relief.
39. I met you on the road of life. It is the blessing that I have cultivated in the past. It is the place where you smile and infiltrate the heart, the place where the sun goes. It is the place where you are covered with sweat. There is not much love in the world, and the truth is given. You are equal to giving you all of me, no matter where and when you are, this situation does not change, this love is eternal.
40. How can you tell the story of the dusty days? Can you tell me what to do? The loneliness of one person finally made the mistake of two people, the loneliness of several people. Who is the loneliness of the long-lost years, and who is lonely? In the April of the world, Fang Fei is in the eye. Can you have a few April days in the world? Fang Fei, yesterday, Fang Fei, today, can finally Fangfei a few tomorrow?
41, the depth of love is shallow, a trace of the thoughts, reversed the dust of several generations, like water and flowers, who is in the heart of the field? In front of the love, who is dancing in the sleeves of the bridge? Who is not drunk and prosperous? Who is not dyed for loneliness? Who washes the lead and Huawei laughs? The bustling and torn city is torn into pieces, letting the years dance to vicissitudes of life, plain and clean, and dancing lightly.
42. The emperors of the ages are ancient, prosperous as dreams, and dreams wake up without traces. In this life, I will live for you for a lifetime, do not regret, and abandon the glory of life. Past events are in my heart, night dreams come back yesterday, and the coolness of the heart is rushing. Who insisted on leaving, and remembered to remember?
43. I am at the junction of dreams and reality, and I pierce my heart again and again. Desperate a gully, buried some unknown secrets, always holding the imaginary self, stupid to the field where I laughed. Such a scattered feeling, why is it like a battlefield, it is hard to forget.
44. Years old flowers are similar. In the past, there was always a scar, or deep or shallow, groggy, drunk, looking at a piece of memory, indifference to find awkward thoughts, being washed away, who was picked up, Like a smile, but full of deep meaning, the smoke willow cloud, contains a lot of tears in the eyes. 45, you and I are not the overlord of the red dust, I only want to cover the sky, but only cover your eyes, the bangs with a clear and free-spirited line of sight, Liu Hai blurs the line of sight, after all, the bangs can't cover the slightest sadness of the corner of the eye, the falling meteor, With a moment of eternity, flashing past, you have had a meteor-like glare, but after all, it still dies.
46. If you can't remember, it is the long-awaited Enron. Why don't you want to let go and indulge in the wine? Will you be locked into the sealed forbidden place? Will the continuation of reluctance to recall be accompanied by this endless beauty?
47. If you can retreat in a tear, let me appreciate the lingering summer rain, let the lotus in the lake, and nourish the natural rhyme. A lotus flower sits on the heart of the lake, not deliberate, but I have been looking forward to it.
48. If the years are quiet, the time is as good as the first time, those tears of the collection, will you smile and say nothing? If the end of the bustling, there is a wonderful in the plain, then will not have to go back to the past?
49, time; we may have been a story, someone, climbing mountains and wading, not afraid of danger, even if the front of the Cape, will be chasing a period of happiness. Suddenly, I found that all these persistent attachments are so unworthy, so I understand, in the face of the feeling of pain, I always want to say to myself, "I have always learned to love others, I don’t know, I forgot to hurt myself."
50, is the right and wrong of the dust, the dream is generally broken, the wind is no trace. Working together to plan the next stop, I don't know, the bumps have already approached the pace of moving forward, I used all my strength, how can I not get rid of God's arranged road. Or maybe; after the fall, I only know the taste of failure. At that time, after the light slipped away, I remembered the beauty of the past.
51, the years without traces, always record the feelings of anytime, anywhere, a new notebook, I named it "sorrowful broken thoughts." In the rainy days, quietly feel the feelings in the rain, leave the lonely to the years, and leave the simplicity to yourself.
52. All the long-lasting years will eventually fade away from the scent of gardenia, immersing in the most beautiful purity, not asking the world, not asking trivial, just asking for one of the most beautiful, only one Indifferent. The life of gardenia should be a person's obsession with beauty and the most eager hope for life. The beautiful gardenia will bring all the fragrance into its beauty.
53. Through the sun, the smile has a bright sorrow. From this moment on, the heart is already faint and cold. Smile is just my courtesy. Since then, I can become friends with anyone, but I can't be intimate. My accommodation is just indifferent and I don't want to care about it. It is not a reason to hurt me. For me, my friends are just familiar strangers, but I don’t know each other.
54. I breathe that breath and taste the taste. The moonlight is like water, cool, and the smog is leaking. I let it pass at my fingertips. I feel the moonlight, the sad tears.
55, we do not understand the understanding, lofty and proud of self-righteousness, let the quicksand eroded the bit by bit of trust, the beauty of the incompleteness, the cycle of sorrow and joy, but not a change of mind can be restored, you and I can not understand the twists and turns, Silence again and again, silence is always a powerful representative, smile, how can you guess the mysterious heart, maybe you and I always think too much. 56, the midnight bell rang for a long time, but at this time there is no sleep, the soul is possessed by you, the flesh and blood are absorbed by you, the essence of life is left to you, the rest is only the body, you take everything away from me, My existence is wonderful for you.
57, cherish the flowers and the wind, look back as before. Got over and missed it. Caught and lost. In life, there is a scene of one after another. When I once again knew myself, I realized that it was; I am nothing. There is also a process of hard work, and there is a result if there is uncertainty.
58. I am used to drinking a pot of moonlight wine. By moonlight, I count the ups and downs of the ups and downs. How many times, relying on high-rise buildings, the night is over. However, there is no habit of missing your smile. In the year of the roaming, there is no such thing as you, and you have failed the six palaces.
59. The encounter is accidental. If you know how to cherish the fate, you will not be acquainted with each other. Discretion is inevitable, and you will not get caught up in it. Life is ruthless as a play. After the end of the game, even if you and I are still in a world, it is already irrelevant.
60, meet in a month and night that will not be drunk, mind 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.
61, 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.
62. Happiness always escapes the killing of time. If you want to reach out and catch something, you are struggling, hateful, and helpless. Waiting for the disappointment again and again, the result is to deepen the hate of yourself again and again! The tighter the catch, the faster the loss, but the more disappointing, the more disappointing the desire, the more struggling in the thoughts, the more sad, the quieter sleep, some things, always think very much. Beautiful, so in the imagination, of course, ruined a reality that could have been very happy.
63, looking for the scenery that once had you, day and night, years old, reminiscing about that obsessive, stubborn, etc., knowing that there is no answer... remember the past four days, like a dream, let the heart, welcome flowers Sadness, frost is a path cold, walking in the wind, the style is infinite, those memories about you, so difficult, I use words to resist the sadness, a deep love, charming, quiet night, think of your thoughts lightly.
64, the rainy journey, the hurried footsteps can not walk out of that obsession, the sleepless night of the rumors, the Tang Feng Song Yu, who has not finished the full stomach, the book that has been yellowed is full of your memory. Lonely night, I miss you like this, looking up at the sky and crying silently, the brightest two stars, but across the distance that can't be touched, the moment the meteor crossed can wake up your memory, the clouds are floating. That one can come to your words, I want to invite you to the moon, to melt the tenderness in the wine, I want to be drunk in your body, can not afford to dream.
65. Looking at the lonely scenery, the end of the stretch is the chaos that can't be seen clearly. You and I can't predict the future. Hysteria's indulgence is the way for my fool to express emotions. At night, the indifference of the stars becomes the only litigant. Maybe Chopard, the star of the stars, can understand a sad charm.
66. Maybe it blooms like a flower, waiting for someone to smile, and then turning into a migratory bird flying aimlessly in the air, giving a pair of wings for love. Maybe still love, maybe still thinking, maybe it can be lost, so I choose to wait, maybe this is the meaning of love existence, I think there will always be such a person, I hope you can also wait for him. 67. The leaves are the wings that do not fly; the wings are the leaves that fall in the sky; the lonely, but the loneliness is the carnival of one person; the carnival is the melody that spreads sadness, and there is always no embarrassment.
68, the night is deep, the dream is still far away, the fascination of the fascinating and fascinating, in the illusion of the near and far, I feel that you enjoy the beauty of the world in the warm chase, open like a bouquet of flowers in the sun, a scene The picture of the once clear spirit is sketched into a dreamlike mood, just as clear as a recollection after a beginning.
69, late at night, like a person to quietly think, for loneliness and loneliness, seems to have been destined to be a habit. In the bag filled with thoughts, the past flows with the tide, like the wind. How many times have you told yourself silently that you are doing your own life and life; without looking back and reminiscing, you can only move forward on the road ahead. Full of eagerness and embarrassment, perhaps; the next stop in the dream is not necessarily far away.
70, a bamboo stick, a pair of sandals, calmly and calmly through the bamboo forest in the wind and rain, cut and cut ... "a smog of rain and rain," this is how superb free and easy. Only when you sink your heart, can you have such meticulous and profound insight into life.
71. This is a love that cannot be stripped of the years. This is a love that cannot be laughed at. It is a love that has been worn for a long time. This is indeed the precipitation and accumulation of the best years of my youth. Love. Although the songs that have been separated are over, the years of dyeing the dust are about to go, but I always admit that I love him.
72. I once saw this passage on the post: "One day, there will be such a person, see all the states you have written, read all the microblogs you wrote, see all the photos in your space, and even go to the other. The place to look for information about you, try to listen to the songs you love to listen to, walk through the places you walked, see the books you like to read, taste all the good things that you are yelling, just want to make up, your youth - His time is late."
73. The most beautiful ones, who remembers who, in the fragments of the memories, which paragraph is the remorse? I have the heart to look at the withered everything, bear all the painful heart, stand alone in the streets of a person, squatting and wondering how to leap, slowly looking back, the lights are dim, there is still no shadow, the eyes are bleak, hope to turn into The gray smoke disappeared, staying in the gaze, the wind blew the curtains, the beautiful memories made the tears blurred, and I felt a sad, beautiful, long-lasting thought, jumping over the moon, and arousing the loneliness and desolateness of the whole city.
74. Once upon a time, people who have done things, perhaps have no expectations, have become a dream of Nanke. No one can predict tomorrow. Perhaps, the former twilight is more beautiful and the scenery is more attractive. Because of the beauty of the past, it will be fixed forever. Supporting a bamboo pole, and going to the sea to ask the sea, life is also silent, I just want to be able to live a simple life in peace and stability.
75. In the rain alley where we live, in the river bay where we walk, in the mountains of our hard journey, on the roadside we meet, I am holding the thoughts in the dust, thinking about the sadness in the sun and the moon, countless times. Come back and forth, countless times of entanglement, write a stupid verse, leave a bitter letter, do the dream of passing through the time and space, dream of the person who used to hold the bottle of flowers, the heart of the fragrance.
76, in the flustered years, sometimes I will look at this white scorpion flower meditation, why some people are destined for the end of the world, why is there such a tacit understanding? Isn't this the biggest punishment for God in life? Gardenia does not give any answer, but its fragrance is still overflowing in the world. I like to look at the piece to tell the sea to be alone, I think if I can, I want to be a gardenia, often open in May and June, so that all beauty will always follow in the world.
77. The cloud is self-sufficient and self-sufficient. You don't have to remember all your memories, and you don't have to deliberately forget everything. It’s not as good as ever, to take a hard look at the clouds and clouds, and forget about the hustle and bustle. At the end of the year, you can stand alone and grow old. 78. It is a kind of regret in life that you can get together. It may be a kind of regret in life. Maybe it is the beauty of the broken, a few flowers, a few seasons, but it may not be perfect in life.
79. Some waiting is a helplessness. I only have to write your thoughts on the pen tip. Some waits can't be too long and have withered in my heart. There is a kind of happiness that is not called forever, but happiness has an eternal name called true love!
80, sometimes a little bit of bitterness, in the blink of an eye is the sweetness of melting sugar, nourishing the sleepless night, calling for countless clean and luxurious silence, leaving me a window of moonlight, poetic, messy Full of paper clouds, romantic and mysterious eyes melt the dark blue of the night sky, became a place of first love, each star became a station, dreams are floating there, and fairy tales are also made at this time.
81, melancholy face, pretending to be a strong smile, the night of the sky, the torn heart valve spilled over the ground, I want to bury the soul deeply, the love of the accumulated savings, interpret all my eternal, gaze far away, look There are tears in the sky, the independence of the people, the tens of millions of frosts, looking up at the sky alone, writing the words of the world, the time to the color of the wind and frost, the memory of the ring is deeply engraved in the depths of the soul, You are in a circle in the annual ring, another circle, full of space.
82, at least once in a lifetime, for someone to forget themselves. Do not seek results, do not seek peers, do not seek to have, but only to meet you in the most beautiful years, some loss is doomed, some fate is doomed to no results.
83. The unexpected summer rain is accumulating in the clouds. Is it just like the free flow of Youlan, or is it for my heart? Simple summer rain, simple me, simple you. Today or tomorrow, meeting or forgetting is a different continuation of yesterday’s story.
84. Turning away the entanglement of the ages, the age of dyeing the dust is clearly visible. I always admit my heart when I play the song. I love him, no matter how catastrophic I have experienced, no matter how scarred I am spurred by the years, I admit that I always love him.
85. It is memory that is easier to pass than the passing of the year. It is easier to forget than to remember, not inadvertently, but it is really cautious. Things that were once precious are carefully discarded by time. In the subconscious, I am afraid of heartbreak, so I hide my heart in the corner. Without happiness, there is no sadness. It can only be discovered a long time later that my heart has been overlaid and I can no longer find it.
86. Sadness irrigated the shackles of the mind, and countless times traversed the journey in search. With the drifting heart, bring the dreams that have not yet taken off, chasing the station in the scenery. There is a place where I pass by countless times, but I can't rely on it. There is one person, I use all my love, but I can't love it. It turns out that life is nothing more than loss and cherish.
87. Sometimes, looking at the distant sky, staying full, full of mood, once upon a time, I became so sad, how can I not find the smile of the past, the self under the sky, the Buddha has already been the world Abandoned, full of heart and heart, suddenly cold and frozen, empty heart can no longer store this kind of sad thing, distant, I can not get happiness.
88, the years are quiet, the time is light, kiss me have been singing, once, I treat all your deep love as a secret as conservative, even if too much tolerance, how can you be willing to suffer a little bit of damage and grievances, sometimes I wish, you can read a little bit, but I am afraid that you will see through, dear, this road, although we are not pungent, we can have too much sweetness, bitter happiness, just like this, you Still willing to leave me?
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