Literary aesthetic sentence
1. I always want to tell you gently that you are the most beautiful encounter in my life. A city, a poem, met you in the deepest red dust. From then on, my life has thousands of songs and thousands of thoughts; a love, a heart, smashed you in the most beautiful time, from then on My heart has a deep infatuation.
2, self-awareness, not everyone who will pass by will know each other, not everyone who meets will become a love. Obviously know how painful it is to miss a person, knowing that something is not possible, there are too many in the red dust, who can manage a carefree? I am in love with your world, just reminiscent of an unreachable dream, illusory beauty, enjoying the coziness in an environment that is familiar to each other and stranger to each other.
3, the people who chase dreams are like this, always want to gallop in the 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.
4, stop, no longer move forward, no longer stay, leave a body in the same place to stand still, the soul has lived under your shadow, always accompany you. Love at first sight, even though there are few words between each other, but the heart and heart are sympathetic, the heart has a spirit, who knows the deep love, who understands the love that goes straight to the bottom of the heart, know each other, understand each other.
5, until the end of the last, everything has been done for a long time. When the original innocence became the past spring and autumn after the wind and rain. Those who were cleaned by the clear, leaving only a shadow blurred to the outline of the scorpion, lost the tender green scorpion in the loss, let the sorrows soothe the painful cry, as the steps of the years gradually alienated.
6, in this cold winter night, the endless starry sky, I miss you, gently think of you, the happiness in my heart quietly bloom, I feel the joy that life has never had.
7. Xu is, is that the sweetest memory of childhood? Will the unique taste be left between the lips and teeth, no substitute? It has not been scattered for many years, and it has also been rich, with a touch of sadness.
8, the snow and the wind, the light caress, the bombs continue to be thousands of years. Under the moon, there is no discretion, and the jade is clear. At the end of the song, the singer dances in the wind and scatters the wind.
9, a few quiet in the night, a little thoughts, faint feelings, quiet meditation; flower butterfly dance fragrance, fiber refers to the light string string dream, light paper secluded with ice heart, heart falling, fingertips fragrant flowers, playing 琵琶A song condenses into a quiet, lingering in the clouds, drunk and slow. The heart breaks and whispers, and I am shocked by a dream of a dream, a dream is light and scattered, my fingertips are fragrant and faint, and you are in the poems of the rhythm and poetry of the floating poetry, and the tenderness reverberates!
10, along the street at night, no pedestrians can be seen on the road, surrounded by silence. There was no hot sun during the day, and the town in the evening breeze was exceptionally cool. The street lamps on both sides of the street burst into orange soft light, and the face was warm and the tentacle touched the warmth, only to find that beauty could not be owned. Suddenly hurt. There is always something that I can't do. When you are lost and helpless, let your enthusiasm flow. There are always some things that I can't have. When you are deeply in love, let yourself be obsessed with sorrow.
11, a season of infatuation, burned a lifetime, although the mouth said no regrets, but his eyes filled with tears. Who wouldn't want to be close to each other and rely on each other? Who is not willing to join together and sleep with the same pillow? It’s hard to do everything, countless beautiful people, it’s hard to see when it’s easy. Long pavilion willows, broken sleeves are difficult to stay, heavy building smoke and rain, add a few more. With a slap in the face, I hope that the cold mountain is thin, and the flying phoenix is exhausted. Lonely pillow dream, used to use fingertips, shallowly draw the trajectory of the heart; alone on the west floor, used to use the double eyes, search for the far back; only the red dust, used to footsteps, measuring the distance of the horizon; Moon eyebrows, light locks overflowing Acacia. 12, laughter, eyebrows, tears, and voices also sing the soul of the song, with sadness, beauty, such beauty, simple feedback, the Ziwei of the sky, whether the interpretation of the heart, the wonderful world of Lotus, accompanied by love, micro, Acacia has a dream, a star, a slow rain, a scatter of time, a chaos, a gamble, a dream, and a wandering mood.
13, the heart is like water, looking forward to the eyes, the passing of the years is still lying in the endless traces of the source, the ink on the ink strokes, the boat of life because you are in the book sea and extraordinarily wonderful, I want my water hibiscus-like, your posture floating in the air. I can't help but confess, full of thoughts, play a song, three times around the beam of the sky, continue a long and long dreams...
14, the heart of the autumn is coming, the promise has been light, but she is the cloud of water that he can't reach in this life. He said: In fact, we have a fate, or else, why are the red dust, millions of Bodhi sentient beings, you only meet me, smile alone? Her net is like a fan: the gathering is a fate. After the three feet of snow whitish overnight, there is only ash, no re-ignition, it is better than good years.
15. Leave a blank on the picture of life. I will play chess with you, and let the cloud cloud cloud Shu Shu.
16, Acacia kissed the reminiscence of the wine glass, perceive the beauty of the heart, the left hand took the picture of the heart, the right hand draws the tears of lovesickness, sees the sadness in the heart, but can not leave the once hidden, this warmth of the heart Can't walk in tears with tears, take away the edge that is not in the heart, and take a look at the tears.
17. On the night of the red bean, a piece of paper blew on the tip of the sketching pen, and heard the whisper of Acacia in the depths of the guzheng. On the strings that are lost, when you break, you dance for me in this dream. Imagine that you smiled at the light and sorrow, and looked at each other with no eyes, no words, no drunkenness, and a slightly red lips raised a round of moonlessness, making a beautiful picture.
18, in the summer countryside night, the bright moon hangs in the night sky, the cats catch the summer insects under the big banana leaves, the frogs screaming and falling, we will all sit in the courtyard of the valley to enjoy the cool, play with the older brothers and sisters Or listen to the adults telling stories about ghosts and myths, so they are extremely afraid of ghosts.
19, Acacia is too strong, Liangzhu is too short, with emotions, bit by bit, beautiful memory. Dream, whisper and perch; love, money and money, no words, pieces of film, are heart, drunk and pick the lights, but see the word in a line, fingertips, and smashed a curtain.
20, in the absence of eyebrows, it is good to meet each other, it is best to hold the heart, the most appropriate is Bodhi. In love, you don’t want to be pilgrimage, you are not promised to bully in love. She is a glass that is not dust-stained. She laughs at Dong Fen in the spring, and swims in the middle of the summer. She walks in the sand in the late autumn, and the winter is full of loose sounds.
21, rain, cold thoughts, can not be quiet summer, memories appear in the flowing water, the evening wind is shallow, drifting with the wind, but once the love, gentle gradually alienated, turned into a blurred line of sight, the next intersection, will still meet , speechless tears stunned...
22, Yu Yang paved road, maple leaves dance. Brilliant red maple, accompanied by elegant dance, carrying a silky and deep affection, swirling in the low sky, experienced thousands of times, the wind and rain do not. 23, sometimes... Sometimes, I really want to cry out loud and cry!
24, some people say that only by seeing through the gains and losses, will not go to suffer. I stopped, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it. In the deep years, I watched the time slowly, a cup of tea, and let my heart smash into a piece of ink painting in time, faint...
25, I hide my thoughts behind the memory, afraid of the wind blowing away. The footprints of those deep and shallow lines are turned into plain poems, and the roads connected by twists and turns are drawn.
26, I don't know, whether it is time to look at the world's smog with a faint mentality, and change with the flow of people. Let the wind rise and fall, and the Liu Mei, which is left tonight, will be watched as a bright moon.
27. Some people say that his departure is a great sorrow for the literary world, but he does not say that he is filthy to the world, because he also has a song of happiness. It has also been said that the meaning of his life does not care about length and shortness. After all, he has been here in this world and has stayed. And I said, think for another thought: no matter how bitter and tired you are, you should not end your life in extreme ways! You should live as he wrote in his poems, face the sea, blossom in spring, and be a happy person.
28, the cloudy and sunny rounds of the moon, the joys and sorrows are common, if both hearts are the same, then the old and the old. This is the case when the hands and feet are in contact, the Shanmeng vows always forget, and the Cowherd and the Weavers each party. Who is brewing for the end of the world, Wang Fushi looks forward to wearing the eyes, Wushan above the clouds; who is singing from the corner of the song, plum blossoms to break the intestines, Acacia a lot of thoughts. The moon locks the spring dreams three more, the wine is idle and the tears are two lines; Xiaofeng plays the shadows, and the flowers bloom into the dreams. The mind is dyed by the low-pitched, and the chorus and the string are heart-wrenching. If the flower is beautiful and locked, it seems to be hidden between the water and the eyebrows. Three thousand prosperous are buried in the snow, but Acacia is fragrant.
29, I have always believed that there is a kind of feeling in the world that can be cheeky, just like a first encounter, not on the road, but in the heart; without passing by, it will leave an instant surprise; no need to look back Go, that back is still the beauty of my heart. A feeling, at first sight, goodbye, and in the eyebrows, are all memories.
30. Missing sometimes makes you feel like a peach, sometimes it makes you cry. We won't stop ourselves from thinking because we know that we are so sad. Similarly, we know that love can hurt people, but we still have the luck to love, because we believe because we are eager to get those pure The care of love. At this time, what would you think of in such a night?
31, the years do not complain about leaving, Jiangnan smog in the rain and rain, there is your sorrow and grief. A faint sorrow, light and clear in the dust, waiting for you to return to the storm, return, drunken dreams, book a cup of peach wine. The fragrance of peach blossoms is diffuse, drunk in the moonlight, drunken in the human heart, the fingertips are fragrant, the flying pigeons pass the letter, the night is stunned, the photo is in the sky, the dream is in the thousand miles; the smile is laughter, the lonely is written, the sadness is not sad. Red dust mites, Yi Yun is difficult, fingertips are blooming, I am waiting for you quietly in the depths of the red dust, straight ahead of the old, mountains without edges, heaven and earth, talent and singular!
32, a song of Acacia, shot a few degrees of red dust to come and see the people outside the window and I am isolated, a lot of thinking, is a stranger. It is difficult to have the Xijiang Mingyue of the funeral flowers, and the arrogance of the twenty-four bridges. The lonely smoke that I missed, circling in my dreams, I have never been to the end of my life, but how can I be so old? Look at the beauty smile, tears into the sky, there is a different kind of love in the belly entangled in the heart, the wind and rain has blown the red floor full of a place to leave. Finally, I have to admit that my youth is far away. This life is really a crime for the peach blossoms.
33, Tianxin Yueyuan into each, cut constantly, rational and chaotic feelings, the mountains are exhausted. The heart of the water may not have a burning heart. Even if she is a reincarnation, she still remembers: thousands of years ago, at the moment of encounter, you unveiled my long-lost cockroaches, even if the north wind blows down the corridor, you are also a peaceful mountain. 34, the past is a smoke, I am in the lost memory, the black of the pupil, the white under the moon, who in the moonlight look at a few lines of small orders to cold out the rice paper, even if you try your best to never return to the old time Ink incense...
35, undecided young and frivolous, who laughed at the pavilion last night, a few degrees in the dream of the present day. He, Jin Ge Tie Ma, has a high level of eight buckets. She, quietly to the incense, the book covers the millennium world. She knows that the floating world lives and the red dust has its own life. Although he is willing to follow the world in a thousand miles, he will not be able to change back to the past.
36. I know everything, I hate myself, I have a seven-handed and exquisite heart, crystal clear and translucent, can not tolerate a little bit, but the world is full of dirty, full of selfish desires, full of sin, so I am entangled, I am sore, I am sad I am sad.
37. The fate of the fate, the share of the share, what is destined in the afterlife, what vows to say in this life, there is a promise that can be expressed with the promise of the world, with the mind to tell the life of the sky, the wind, the wind I have hidden the feeling of lovesickness. It is the rain that wets the beautiful road scene and hurts the thoughts of the picture at the moment.
38, 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.
39, drizzle, dance with the wind. Such a scene is the easiest to knock on the door knocker, play a song of love, the sound is like a stream of water, gently push the heart of the boat, enjoy the waves. The beautiful melodies are solidified in the air, and the raindrops slap the window. It is a kind of fresh and sloppy, and the raindrops fall on the bottom of my heart, seemingly flying with the thoughts in my heart.
40, aside, watching other people's smiles, listening to the joys of others. Constantly... In the stories of others, they are pursuing their own past, and they are in love with their own gentleness, and they miss the same feelings that they once belonged to themselves.
41. Happiness is around, still not satisfied. In the middle of the night, I am tirelessly modifying the fate of you and me, but I can't move the roul of history. You will eventually be strange, right? I do not believe.
42. My heart always hides your shadow, knots in my heart, bears your affection, and carries on your lovesickness, and becomes a dead button. If you are absurd, you will not be able to solve it. open.
43. What a happy thing to let one person live in another's heart, smile spreads in the handle, misses the joy in silence, no matter how many journeys, there will be a feeling in my heart. Touched by the gift of heaven, let the soul know each other; love the reincarnation of destiny, let the world have this legend of love.
44. If life is only as early as it is, even though it is only a plain emotion, I am still grateful. No matter how ruthlessly diluted the years, it is still like the taste of water, or as beautiful as ever. Not in a city, I miss only a feeling, a shallow smile, a slightly melancholy look, can satisfy my agitated heart, how many times I can't stand my own feelings, I want to find that Acacia At midnight, I confided to you gently. After all, I still regret it. I want to say something, but I didn’t say it. 45, the heart is like a floating, not sure. At this time, the state of mind is no longer suitable to continue to indulge in the picturesque scenery of the day. The smog of smoke and rain, sporadic and bitter, filled with a full of ambiguous mood. Only when the pen is stopped, listening to the clarity of the paper on the pen, in the familiar melody, the thoughts are turned into a faint handwriting, and the sky is set in the cliff without a cliff. Only then will the soul of the soul be given a chance to redeem.
46, Xiaoyue silent window before, the night is warm and the heart knows the cold. On an empty space next to the street in Furong Industrial Zone, the night and night dances and dances, the sounds are endless, and the sound is heard. A deep but floating feeling occupies the whole heart, as if all the dust mites have gone, cheerfully scattered in the heart. Like some lively and light elves, they are baptizing the soul once and for all.
47. Meeting, always seemingly quiet and beautiful, but after rubbing the shoulders, the heartache whispers and fills the entire century, trying to use its unique warmth to wipe out the mark of the scar!
48, time leisurely, come and go. Take a red sleeve that is covered with glazed glass, and dismiss the destiny that has already been destined, and slanted in the spring rain for a long time. Weathered the grief of the land
49, 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.
50, squatting, all the world is right and wrong, grace and grievances go with you, turned into dust. Feelings are still, thinking is like this, this is the first encounter between you and me.
51, the years like the wind, smashed a few dust, leaving a scent of thin dreams, Gu Panzhong, still drunk and lingering. Shallow drinking, borrowing the beautiful mountains and rivers, throwing away three thousand troubles, and picking up the loneliness of the bustling and lonely dreams.
52, the sky is getting darker, the air becomes cold, but it can't cool the feelings of lovesickness. The acacia of the bones gradually fades with the night, and there is no hope for death. Why is it difficult to die? But if I am dead, who else loves you like me?
53. Acacia this wine, drunk, and hurt. I have never forgotten, the tenderness of the eyebrows is like water, and the heart is warm in spring; I think more, I will wait before the flowers, and whisper in the moon. It is a pity that the red dust does not understand the human world, and the two hearts are mutually agreeing, all paying for a river of water; the wishful thinking is worth a few years of spring and autumn. When you gather together, look at each other and don't look back. And look, Changqiao 18 sent, but also, tears wet pear rain, clothes with water and wind. It is a pity that the wind and the moon do not know how to leave, the west wind is half-night, and there are countless Acacia blows; Xiaoyue’s hooks add a curtain of dreams. This is a short-selling month. Even if a thousand cups are drunk, they don’t care, they are in the plum blossoms, and they are dyed with daisy cream.
54, time left blank, lonely night light love; miss sometimes, happy sometimes. I think so I am, I think so I love. Because I have always believed, so beautiful and eager to get beautiful.
55, 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." 56, the voice of the bead curtain, read the lakeside, the heart of the distant shore embankment, that is the fate of the afterlife, but talked about the present, the heart of the song, the short-lived words, keep the watch The soul of the soul, the heart of the word around the string of thoughts, the tears in the thoughts swirling the scene in front of the eyes, the heart and the emotions, and the change of dreams.
57. Life is not only personal, but also belongs to relatives, society! It is also a responsibility to love life and live well! Life is responsibility, whether it is for people, for things, for things, simple and persistent, and living is happiness.
58. Every morning, I always like to open my eyes and think of you quietly. I want your smile, happiness and happiness. I miss your naughty and shake the wave of spring tide. If love is a fairy tale of sea and stone, I would like to exchange all the true feelings; if the love is not myth, I would like to spend the rest of my life waiting to embrace.
59, no matter what, waking up is the night! The evening wind did not fall, and the residual willows danced. The water is flying like a dream, and the mountains are covered with snow. Looking back on the past, who can settle?
60, you have arranged everything, waiting for the reincarnation of fate, you and I are living together, happy and happy, for a lifetime, God blinked in the air, the ending changed instantly.
61, the bleak and thorough water immersed my body, feeling the body began to float, like the clouds, I struggled, like struggling in the palace. I grew up in Xiaoshui Township, diving is not difficult, once again surfaced as I expected outside the palace wall.
62. Dedicated all the fragrance in the heart, draw the sorrow of the heart, with the pessimistic dance of the song in the heart, around the strings of thoughts, can not warm the cold of the cold, what is the heart, how the dream goes, Acacia A smile, but simply splashed tears, rolled up all the faces, can not save this gorgeous sadness.
63, life is bitter and happy, I know, love can not be eternal, I know, too care, will hurt, I know.
64. If the years are quiet, the time is as good as the first time, those tears of the collection, will you laugh 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?
65. Every twilight, I always like to walk quietly on the footprints we walked. After you left, I fell in love with the hopelessness. Perhaps, the deepest feelings of loneliness, the heart of things, like a smoke and water to render the leafy canoe, that is a little bit of laughter in our boat. Relying on the railings, closing the eyes of the rain and swallowing double flying moments, recalling the whisper of the toasting of the toast, tears hanging down, who is complaining? I don't think about it, I don't forget it, I feel tender and affectionate. Who knows how to be a child?
66. Anyone who wants to commit suicide in the event of setbacks is more vulnerable and selfish. In fact, each of us has come to this world with two unavoidable, identical, and important responsibilities, that is, the love of parents and the love for their children, and we must end up for the elderly and must be children. Raising an adult is a duty that should be fulfilled as a person and a duty that should be performed! We can only get rid of this life if we have completed these two tasks. Otherwise, will you live up to this precious life that God has given us? 67, strolling and breaking, the foot whispering with the breeze and drizzle, the shattered memory turned into the haze between the fingers, surrounded by the body of the body that was eroded by the time, not long-willing to disperse!
68, slow mood, swaying portrayal, a lot of love that does not turn, floating simple, talk about the frequency of the heart, but no previous charm, light beauty, tears back, how simple, However, it is impossible to tell the parting of the heart. The gathering is not in the dream, the heart is not in the heart, it is the beating of the wounded, or the tears of the other need to cover up the wound in the heart.
69. The age of the year is deep, and you can hold a deep drink with you, and you should pay attention to it, regardless of the reason, without asking the result. Tenderness is like water, and good times are like dreams. In the south of the south and in the north in the north, although it is impossible to talk long, it can be warm in the text.
70, soul, right, is the soul, such as the soul of the lotus. Even though, people, vulgar, but soul, the decision can not be vulgar. The soul is a "metaphysical" thing, and it can't enter the mortal world by the dust. The soul, to be transcendent, to be refined. Like the lotus, above the clouds, look at yourself quietly and know yourself.
71, the afterlife, I, willing to be a lotus, An Rus, quiet. A glimpse of one's heart, the silence of the lotus. Even though this life has been deeply immersed in mud, it is impossible to extricate itself, but it must also be like the soul of a lotus.
72, the wind and the year of the fireworks fall, little research into ink, the old things, if the wind smashed the smoke and rain scattered around the world, and some of the memories that refused to retreat, why so long-lasting turn in the eyebrows of time...
73, a word of life, read this life, Acacia accompanied by the frequency of heartbeat, swaying portrayal, fingertips, a scene of dreams of life, walking with the eyes and shadows, empty, enthusiasm, full of heart, a heart I am full of love, I am not worried, I can’t read it, I still choose the reincarnation in the afterlife, I don’t ask for it, I’m willing to have a thought.
74, Haizi's departure, many people exclaimed, a comet's fall, more people sigh, his poetry is thunder. A country can have no poet, and a mother can't lose a child at all. Haizi, he put the most painful poem into the land of his songs, and embedded it in the blood of a mother's pain, in the atrium. Ending life with such tragic feelings is really cruel. He may be very helpless, perhaps very free and easy, but it is only the deceased, such as the long-lived memory of the living, the sadness of the bad and the disappointment, the sorrow and grief Miserable!
75, the red dust has you dressed up, the beauty is beautiful, the confusing worldly savage, and turned into a piece.
76, the soul is dreaming, three thousand blue silk dance, the world of tenderness with the little ink on the prime illusion into your eternal, silent, staring at the vast tourmaline, fingertips time spent my years, In the year of the flow, guard the vows with your promises, hold hands, and live quietly for a long time.
77, light blue smudged pink white peach, good-looking big and delicious, eat the faint aroma between the lips and teeth, no longer like this market to buy kiwi, white peach, blood peach, listening to seductive, eaten, but always There is no sweet and crisp taste at that time. 78. When the dark fragrance floats, the spring breeze is inconsequential. Only one song, old and beautiful. Songs are full of peaches, who can solve thousands? Clear and constant, the most important thing! It’s hard to send a lover of love. I only want to stand by and wait for the spring and autumn.
79, when those tangled years, with a touch of blue and white renderings. Stretch your arms and gently untie a long-lost tie. One end, tied to the smoke of yesterday; the other end, even in the shallow Greek.
80, heartbreaking dreams, parting songs, people come to dreams and still have thoughts, it is the exchanges, the heart cycle, the walk is so chic, the sadness that comes, the image of perception, the mind of the walk, a gift, can not be delivered to the dream A see, see no more, is the heart, will gather the picture of the past, is a tear, will slowly wash the once gathered.
81, passionate tears, the endless night is long, do I have to put you in the most secret corner of the heart to collect, let yourself guard a lonely sky, walk independently with the hard, and then do not want to be a warm segment?
82, soul dreams in the south of the Yangtze River, there is a piece of land, the name of the hometown; the wine is a song in the rain, there is a feeling, called obsession. In the depths of the bustling city, waiting for a rain and rain, waiting for a reunion, casting a shadow of the mottled in the flow year.
83, see or not, are all crazy. Read you, in the day and night, such as the stream, into the heart; such as the Qingquan, 婉 about the rhyme; read you, in the Xiaoyue Bend, such as whispers, such as the string, bits and pieces, ecstasy. When I meet, I will love my life, and I will carry the stars all over the sky. I will write for you all the best. In the light ink, I will be full of love and sing for you.
84, quiet, such as lotus. Only with such silence can we discover the truest self. Lian, understand quiet, only understand self. Although the flowers are beautiful, but they don't understand, it just lives in the world of others, and blindly compares the amount. In its world, it is not itself, but others. Flowers don't understand static, but they are also destined to return to dust.
85, but dear, but how much warmth in the world, between you waved, you have added a lot of fragrance. The long thoughts, the red dust, the soul is clear, and only leave you when you leave.
86. Every time I miss the long-awaited gaze, my eyebrows will bloom intoxicating sweetness. Days and nights, heart and mind. However, when the dream is broken. I can only silently take care of my wounds.
87, a dream in spring and autumn, two lights in the sun and the moon. Unseen memories can always be turned into a haze between the fingers when you are not intent, with the past as a cloud-like mist, and along the shallow footsteps, chasing the unruly Reflection, finally, gradually integrate into life!
88, the silent night, flashing a slight heart of light, the surging flow of the stream, 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.
89. Sadness irrigated the sacs of mind, and countless times traversed the journey of searching. 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.
90, love, no regrets; walked through, no regrets, life and death, smile, only for you. Dear, this life does not seek to sleep in the same bed, but I would like to sing the sound of the branch, I only hope that my heart will be like my heart, and I will live up to it.
2, self-awareness, not everyone who will pass by will know each other, not everyone who meets will become a love. Obviously know how painful it is to miss a person, knowing that something is not possible, there are too many in the red dust, who can manage a carefree? I am in love with your world, just reminiscent of an unreachable dream, illusory beauty, enjoying the coziness in an environment that is familiar to each other and stranger to each other.
3, the people who chase dreams are like this, always want to gallop in the 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.
4, stop, no longer move forward, no longer stay, leave a body in the same place to stand still, the soul has lived under your shadow, always accompany you. Love at first sight, even though there are few words between each other, but the heart and heart are sympathetic, the heart has a spirit, who knows the deep love, who understands the love that goes straight to the bottom of the heart, know each other, understand each other.
5, until the end of the last, everything has been done for a long time. When the original innocence became the past spring and autumn after the wind and rain. Those who were cleaned by the clear, leaving only a shadow blurred to the outline of the scorpion, lost the tender green scorpion in the loss, let the sorrows soothe the painful cry, as the steps of the years gradually alienated.
6, in this cold winter night, the endless starry sky, I miss you, gently think of you, the happiness in my heart quietly bloom, I feel the joy that life has never had.
7. Xu is, is that the sweetest memory of childhood? Will the unique taste be left between the lips and teeth, no substitute? It has not been scattered for many years, and it has also been rich, with a touch of sadness.
8, the snow and the wind, the light caress, the bombs continue to be thousands of years. Under the moon, there is no discretion, and the jade is clear. At the end of the song, the singer dances in the wind and scatters the wind.
9, a few quiet in the night, a little thoughts, faint feelings, quiet meditation; flower butterfly dance fragrance, fiber refers to the light string string dream, light paper secluded with ice heart, heart falling, fingertips fragrant flowers, playing 琵琶A song condenses into a quiet, lingering in the clouds, drunk and slow. The heart breaks and whispers, and I am shocked by a dream of a dream, a dream is light and scattered, my fingertips are fragrant and faint, and you are in the poems of the rhythm and poetry of the floating poetry, and the tenderness reverberates!
10, along the street at night, no pedestrians can be seen on the road, surrounded by silence. There was no hot sun during the day, and the town in the evening breeze was exceptionally cool. The street lamps on both sides of the street burst into orange soft light, and the face was warm and the tentacle touched the warmth, only to find that beauty could not be owned. Suddenly hurt. There is always something that I can't do. When you are lost and helpless, let your enthusiasm flow. There are always some things that I can't have. When you are deeply in love, let yourself be obsessed with sorrow.
11, a season of infatuation, burned a lifetime, although the mouth said no regrets, but his eyes filled with tears. Who wouldn't want to be close to each other and rely on each other? Who is not willing to join together and sleep with the same pillow? It’s hard to do everything, countless beautiful people, it’s hard to see when it’s easy. Long pavilion willows, broken sleeves are difficult to stay, heavy building smoke and rain, add a few more. With a slap in the face, I hope that the cold mountain is thin, and the flying phoenix is exhausted. Lonely pillow dream, used to use fingertips, shallowly draw the trajectory of the heart; alone on the west floor, used to use the double eyes, search for the far back; only the red dust, used to footsteps, measuring the distance of the horizon; Moon eyebrows, light locks overflowing Acacia. 12, laughter, eyebrows, tears, and voices also sing the soul of the song, with sadness, beauty, such beauty, simple feedback, the Ziwei of the sky, whether the interpretation of the heart, the wonderful world of Lotus, accompanied by love, micro, Acacia has a dream, a star, a slow rain, a scatter of time, a chaos, a gamble, a dream, and a wandering mood.
13, the heart is like water, looking forward to the eyes, the passing of the years is still lying in the endless traces of the source, the ink on the ink strokes, the boat of life because you are in the book sea and extraordinarily wonderful, I want my water hibiscus-like, your posture floating in the air. I can't help but confess, full of thoughts, play a song, three times around the beam of the sky, continue a long and long dreams...
14, the heart of the autumn is coming, the promise has been light, but she is the cloud of water that he can't reach in this life. He said: In fact, we have a fate, or else, why are the red dust, millions of Bodhi sentient beings, you only meet me, smile alone? Her net is like a fan: the gathering is a fate. After the three feet of snow whitish overnight, there is only ash, no re-ignition, it is better than good years.
15. Leave a blank on the picture of life. I will play chess with you, and let the cloud cloud cloud Shu Shu.
16, Acacia kissed the reminiscence of the wine glass, perceive the beauty of the heart, the left hand took the picture of the heart, the right hand draws the tears of lovesickness, sees the sadness in the heart, but can not leave the once hidden, this warmth of the heart Can't walk in tears with tears, take away the edge that is not in the heart, and take a look at the tears.
17. On the night of the red bean, a piece of paper blew on the tip of the sketching pen, and heard the whisper of Acacia in the depths of the guzheng. On the strings that are lost, when you break, you dance for me in this dream. Imagine that you smiled at the light and sorrow, and looked at each other with no eyes, no words, no drunkenness, and a slightly red lips raised a round of moonlessness, making a beautiful picture.
18, in the summer countryside night, the bright moon hangs in the night sky, the cats catch the summer insects under the big banana leaves, the frogs screaming and falling, we will all sit in the courtyard of the valley to enjoy the cool, play with the older brothers and sisters Or listen to the adults telling stories about ghosts and myths, so they are extremely afraid of ghosts.
19, Acacia is too strong, Liangzhu is too short, with emotions, bit by bit, beautiful memory. Dream, whisper and perch; love, money and money, no words, pieces of film, are heart, drunk and pick the lights, but see the word in a line, fingertips, and smashed a curtain.
20, in the absence of eyebrows, it is good to meet each other, it is best to hold the heart, the most appropriate is Bodhi. In love, you don’t want to be pilgrimage, you are not promised to bully in love. She is a glass that is not dust-stained. She laughs at Dong Fen in the spring, and swims in the middle of the summer. She walks in the sand in the late autumn, and the winter is full of loose sounds.
21, rain, cold thoughts, can not be quiet summer, memories appear in the flowing water, the evening wind is shallow, drifting with the wind, but once the love, gentle gradually alienated, turned into a blurred line of sight, the next intersection, will still meet , speechless tears stunned...
22, Yu Yang paved road, maple leaves dance. Brilliant red maple, accompanied by elegant dance, carrying a silky and deep affection, swirling in the low sky, experienced thousands of times, the wind and rain do not. 23, sometimes... Sometimes, I really want to cry out loud and cry!
24, some people say that only by seeing through the gains and losses, will not go to suffer. I stopped, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it. In the deep years, I watched the time slowly, a cup of tea, and let my heart smash into a piece of ink painting in time, faint...
25, I hide my thoughts behind the memory, afraid of the wind blowing away. The footprints of those deep and shallow lines are turned into plain poems, and the roads connected by twists and turns are drawn.
26, I don't know, whether it is time to look at the world's smog with a faint mentality, and change with the flow of people. Let the wind rise and fall, and the Liu Mei, which is left tonight, will be watched as a bright moon.
27. Some people say that his departure is a great sorrow for the literary world, but he does not say that he is filthy to the world, because he also has a song of happiness. It has also been said that the meaning of his life does not care about length and shortness. After all, he has been here in this world and has stayed. And I said, think for another thought: no matter how bitter and tired you are, you should not end your life in extreme ways! You should live as he wrote in his poems, face the sea, blossom in spring, and be a happy person.
28, the cloudy and sunny rounds of the moon, the joys and sorrows are common, if both hearts are the same, then the old and the old. This is the case when the hands and feet are in contact, the Shanmeng vows always forget, and the Cowherd and the Weavers each party. Who is brewing for the end of the world, Wang Fushi looks forward to wearing the eyes, Wushan above the clouds; who is singing from the corner of the song, plum blossoms to break the intestines, Acacia a lot of thoughts. The moon locks the spring dreams three more, the wine is idle and the tears are two lines; Xiaofeng plays the shadows, and the flowers bloom into the dreams. The mind is dyed by the low-pitched, and the chorus and the string are heart-wrenching. If the flower is beautiful and locked, it seems to be hidden between the water and the eyebrows. Three thousand prosperous are buried in the snow, but Acacia is fragrant.
29, I have always believed that there is a kind of feeling in the world that can be cheeky, just like a first encounter, not on the road, but in the heart; without passing by, it will leave an instant surprise; no need to look back Go, that back is still the beauty of my heart. A feeling, at first sight, goodbye, and in the eyebrows, are all memories.
30. Missing sometimes makes you feel like a peach, sometimes it makes you cry. We won't stop ourselves from thinking because we know that we are so sad. Similarly, we know that love can hurt people, but we still have the luck to love, because we believe because we are eager to get those pure The care of love. At this time, what would you think of in such a night?
31, the years do not complain about leaving, Jiangnan smog in the rain and rain, there is your sorrow and grief. A faint sorrow, light and clear in the dust, waiting for you to return to the storm, return, drunken dreams, book a cup of peach wine. The fragrance of peach blossoms is diffuse, drunk in the moonlight, drunken in the human heart, the fingertips are fragrant, the flying pigeons pass the letter, the night is stunned, the photo is in the sky, the dream is in the thousand miles; the smile is laughter, the lonely is written, the sadness is not sad. Red dust mites, Yi Yun is difficult, fingertips are blooming, I am waiting for you quietly in the depths of the red dust, straight ahead of the old, mountains without edges, heaven and earth, talent and singular!
32, a song of Acacia, shot a few degrees of red dust to come and see the people outside the window and I am isolated, a lot of thinking, is a stranger. It is difficult to have the Xijiang Mingyue of the funeral flowers, and the arrogance of the twenty-four bridges. The lonely smoke that I missed, circling in my dreams, I have never been to the end of my life, but how can I be so old? Look at the beauty smile, tears into the sky, there is a different kind of love in the belly entangled in the heart, the wind and rain has blown the red floor full of a place to leave. Finally, I have to admit that my youth is far away. This life is really a crime for the peach blossoms.
33, Tianxin Yueyuan into each, cut constantly, rational and chaotic feelings, the mountains are exhausted. The heart of the water may not have a burning heart. Even if she is a reincarnation, she still remembers: thousands of years ago, at the moment of encounter, you unveiled my long-lost cockroaches, even if the north wind blows down the corridor, you are also a peaceful mountain. 34, the past is a smoke, I am in the lost memory, the black of the pupil, the white under the moon, who in the moonlight look at a few lines of small orders to cold out the rice paper, even if you try your best to never return to the old time Ink incense...
35, undecided young and frivolous, who laughed at the pavilion last night, a few degrees in the dream of the present day. He, Jin Ge Tie Ma, has a high level of eight buckets. She, quietly to the incense, the book covers the millennium world. She knows that the floating world lives and the red dust has its own life. Although he is willing to follow the world in a thousand miles, he will not be able to change back to the past.
36. I know everything, I hate myself, I have a seven-handed and exquisite heart, crystal clear and translucent, can not tolerate a little bit, but the world is full of dirty, full of selfish desires, full of sin, so I am entangled, I am sore, I am sad I am sad.
37. The fate of the fate, the share of the share, what is destined in the afterlife, what vows to say in this life, there is a promise that can be expressed with the promise of the world, with the mind to tell the life of the sky, the wind, the wind I have hidden the feeling of lovesickness. It is the rain that wets the beautiful road scene and hurts the thoughts of the picture at the moment.
38, 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.
39, drizzle, dance with the wind. Such a scene is the easiest to knock on the door knocker, play a song of love, the sound is like a stream of water, gently push the heart of the boat, enjoy the waves. The beautiful melodies are solidified in the air, and the raindrops slap the window. It is a kind of fresh and sloppy, and the raindrops fall on the bottom of my heart, seemingly flying with the thoughts in my heart.
40, aside, watching other people's smiles, listening to the joys of others. Constantly... In the stories of others, they are pursuing their own past, and they are in love with their own gentleness, and they miss the same feelings that they once belonged to themselves.
41. Happiness is around, still not satisfied. In the middle of the night, I am tirelessly modifying the fate of you and me, but I can't move the roul of history. You will eventually be strange, right? I do not believe.
42. My heart always hides your shadow, knots in my heart, bears your affection, and carries on your lovesickness, and becomes a dead button. If you are absurd, you will not be able to solve it. open.
43. What a happy thing to let one person live in another's heart, smile spreads in the handle, misses the joy in silence, no matter how many journeys, there will be a feeling in my heart. Touched by the gift of heaven, let the soul know each other; love the reincarnation of destiny, let the world have this legend of love.
44. If life is only as early as it is, even though it is only a plain emotion, I am still grateful. No matter how ruthlessly diluted the years, it is still like the taste of water, or as beautiful as ever. Not in a city, I miss only a feeling, a shallow smile, a slightly melancholy look, can satisfy my agitated heart, how many times I can't stand my own feelings, I want to find that Acacia At midnight, I confided to you gently. After all, I still regret it. I want to say something, but I didn’t say it. 45, the heart is like a floating, not sure. At this time, the state of mind is no longer suitable to continue to indulge in the picturesque scenery of the day. The smog of smoke and rain, sporadic and bitter, filled with a full of ambiguous mood. Only when the pen is stopped, listening to the clarity of the paper on the pen, in the familiar melody, the thoughts are turned into a faint handwriting, and the sky is set in the cliff without a cliff. Only then will the soul of the soul be given a chance to redeem.
46, Xiaoyue silent window before, the night is warm and the heart knows the cold. On an empty space next to the street in Furong Industrial Zone, the night and night dances and dances, the sounds are endless, and the sound is heard. A deep but floating feeling occupies the whole heart, as if all the dust mites have gone, cheerfully scattered in the heart. Like some lively and light elves, they are baptizing the soul once and for all.
47. Meeting, always seemingly quiet and beautiful, but after rubbing the shoulders, the heartache whispers and fills the entire century, trying to use its unique warmth to wipe out the mark of the scar!
48, time leisurely, come and go. Take a red sleeve that is covered with glazed glass, and dismiss the destiny that has already been destined, and slanted in the spring rain for a long time. Weathered the grief of the land
49, 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.
50, squatting, all the world is right and wrong, grace and grievances go with you, turned into dust. Feelings are still, thinking is like this, this is the first encounter between you and me.
51, the years like the wind, smashed a few dust, leaving a scent of thin dreams, Gu Panzhong, still drunk and lingering. Shallow drinking, borrowing the beautiful mountains and rivers, throwing away three thousand troubles, and picking up the loneliness of the bustling and lonely dreams.
52, the sky is getting darker, the air becomes cold, but it can't cool the feelings of lovesickness. The acacia of the bones gradually fades with the night, and there is no hope for death. Why is it difficult to die? But if I am dead, who else loves you like me?
53. Acacia this wine, drunk, and hurt. I have never forgotten, the tenderness of the eyebrows is like water, and the heart is warm in spring; I think more, I will wait before the flowers, and whisper in the moon. It is a pity that the red dust does not understand the human world, and the two hearts are mutually agreeing, all paying for a river of water; the wishful thinking is worth a few years of spring and autumn. When you gather together, look at each other and don't look back. And look, Changqiao 18 sent, but also, tears wet pear rain, clothes with water and wind. It is a pity that the wind and the moon do not know how to leave, the west wind is half-night, and there are countless Acacia blows; Xiaoyue’s hooks add a curtain of dreams. This is a short-selling month. Even if a thousand cups are drunk, they don’t care, they are in the plum blossoms, and they are dyed with daisy cream.
54, time left blank, lonely night light love; miss sometimes, happy sometimes. I think so I am, I think so I love. Because I have always believed, so beautiful and eager to get beautiful.
55, 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." 56, the voice of the bead curtain, read the lakeside, the heart of the distant shore embankment, that is the fate of the afterlife, but talked about the present, the heart of the song, the short-lived words, keep the watch The soul of the soul, the heart of the word around the string of thoughts, the tears in the thoughts swirling the scene in front of the eyes, the heart and the emotions, and the change of dreams.
57. Life is not only personal, but also belongs to relatives, society! It is also a responsibility to love life and live well! Life is responsibility, whether it is for people, for things, for things, simple and persistent, and living is happiness.
58. Every morning, I always like to open my eyes and think of you quietly. I want your smile, happiness and happiness. I miss your naughty and shake the wave of spring tide. If love is a fairy tale of sea and stone, I would like to exchange all the true feelings; if the love is not myth, I would like to spend the rest of my life waiting to embrace.
59, no matter what, waking up is the night! The evening wind did not fall, and the residual willows danced. The water is flying like a dream, and the mountains are covered with snow. Looking back on the past, who can settle?
60, you have arranged everything, waiting for the reincarnation of fate, you and I are living together, happy and happy, for a lifetime, God blinked in the air, the ending changed instantly.
61, the bleak and thorough water immersed my body, feeling the body began to float, like the clouds, I struggled, like struggling in the palace. I grew up in Xiaoshui Township, diving is not difficult, once again surfaced as I expected outside the palace wall.
62. Dedicated all the fragrance in the heart, draw the sorrow of the heart, with the pessimistic dance of the song in the heart, around the strings of thoughts, can not warm the cold of the cold, what is the heart, how the dream goes, Acacia A smile, but simply splashed tears, rolled up all the faces, can not save this gorgeous sadness.
63, life is bitter and happy, I know, love can not be eternal, I know, too care, will hurt, I know.
64. If the years are quiet, the time is as good as the first time, those tears of the collection, will you laugh 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?
65. Every twilight, I always like to walk quietly on the footprints we walked. After you left, I fell in love with the hopelessness. Perhaps, the deepest feelings of loneliness, the heart of things, like a smoke and water to render the leafy canoe, that is a little bit of laughter in our boat. Relying on the railings, closing the eyes of the rain and swallowing double flying moments, recalling the whisper of the toasting of the toast, tears hanging down, who is complaining? I don't think about it, I don't forget it, I feel tender and affectionate. Who knows how to be a child?
66. Anyone who wants to commit suicide in the event of setbacks is more vulnerable and selfish. In fact, each of us has come to this world with two unavoidable, identical, and important responsibilities, that is, the love of parents and the love for their children, and we must end up for the elderly and must be children. Raising an adult is a duty that should be fulfilled as a person and a duty that should be performed! We can only get rid of this life if we have completed these two tasks. Otherwise, will you live up to this precious life that God has given us? 67, strolling and breaking, the foot whispering with the breeze and drizzle, the shattered memory turned into the haze between the fingers, surrounded by the body of the body that was eroded by the time, not long-willing to disperse!
68, slow mood, swaying portrayal, a lot of love that does not turn, floating simple, talk about the frequency of the heart, but no previous charm, light beauty, tears back, how simple, However, it is impossible to tell the parting of the heart. The gathering is not in the dream, the heart is not in the heart, it is the beating of the wounded, or the tears of the other need to cover up the wound in the heart.
69. The age of the year is deep, and you can hold a deep drink with you, and you should pay attention to it, regardless of the reason, without asking the result. Tenderness is like water, and good times are like dreams. In the south of the south and in the north in the north, although it is impossible to talk long, it can be warm in the text.
70, soul, right, is the soul, such as the soul of the lotus. Even though, people, vulgar, but soul, the decision can not be vulgar. The soul is a "metaphysical" thing, and it can't enter the mortal world by the dust. The soul, to be transcendent, to be refined. Like the lotus, above the clouds, look at yourself quietly and know yourself.
71, the afterlife, I, willing to be a lotus, An Rus, quiet. A glimpse of one's heart, the silence of the lotus. Even though this life has been deeply immersed in mud, it is impossible to extricate itself, but it must also be like the soul of a lotus.
72, the wind and the year of the fireworks fall, little research into ink, the old things, if the wind smashed the smoke and rain scattered around the world, and some of the memories that refused to retreat, why so long-lasting turn in the eyebrows of time...
73, a word of life, read this life, Acacia accompanied by the frequency of heartbeat, swaying portrayal, fingertips, a scene of dreams of life, walking with the eyes and shadows, empty, enthusiasm, full of heart, a heart I am full of love, I am not worried, I can’t read it, I still choose the reincarnation in the afterlife, I don’t ask for it, I’m willing to have a thought.
74, Haizi's departure, many people exclaimed, a comet's fall, more people sigh, his poetry is thunder. A country can have no poet, and a mother can't lose a child at all. Haizi, he put the most painful poem into the land of his songs, and embedded it in the blood of a mother's pain, in the atrium. Ending life with such tragic feelings is really cruel. He may be very helpless, perhaps very free and easy, but it is only the deceased, such as the long-lived memory of the living, the sadness of the bad and the disappointment, the sorrow and grief Miserable!
75, the red dust has you dressed up, the beauty is beautiful, the confusing worldly savage, and turned into a piece.
76, the soul is dreaming, three thousand blue silk dance, the world of tenderness with the little ink on the prime illusion into your eternal, silent, staring at the vast tourmaline, fingertips time spent my years, In the year of the flow, guard the vows with your promises, hold hands, and live quietly for a long time.
77, light blue smudged pink white peach, good-looking big and delicious, eat the faint aroma between the lips and teeth, no longer like this market to buy kiwi, white peach, blood peach, listening to seductive, eaten, but always There is no sweet and crisp taste at that time. 78. When the dark fragrance floats, the spring breeze is inconsequential. Only one song, old and beautiful. Songs are full of peaches, who can solve thousands? Clear and constant, the most important thing! It’s hard to send a lover of love. I only want to stand by and wait for the spring and autumn.
79, when those tangled years, with a touch of blue and white renderings. Stretch your arms and gently untie a long-lost tie. One end, tied to the smoke of yesterday; the other end, even in the shallow Greek.
80, heartbreaking dreams, parting songs, people come to dreams and still have thoughts, it is the exchanges, the heart cycle, the walk is so chic, the sadness that comes, the image of perception, the mind of the walk, a gift, can not be delivered to the dream A see, see no more, is the heart, will gather the picture of the past, is a tear, will slowly wash the once gathered.
81, passionate tears, the endless night is long, do I have to put you in the most secret corner of the heart to collect, let yourself guard a lonely sky, walk independently with the hard, and then do not want to be a warm segment?
82, soul dreams in the south of the Yangtze River, there is a piece of land, the name of the hometown; the wine is a song in the rain, there is a feeling, called obsession. In the depths of the bustling city, waiting for a rain and rain, waiting for a reunion, casting a shadow of the mottled in the flow year.
83, see or not, are all crazy. Read you, in the day and night, such as the stream, into the heart; such as the Qingquan, 婉 about the rhyme; read you, in the Xiaoyue Bend, such as whispers, such as the string, bits and pieces, ecstasy. When I meet, I will love my life, and I will carry the stars all over the sky. I will write for you all the best. In the light ink, I will be full of love and sing for you.
84, quiet, such as lotus. Only with such silence can we discover the truest self. Lian, understand quiet, only understand self. Although the flowers are beautiful, but they don't understand, it just lives in the world of others, and blindly compares the amount. In its world, it is not itself, but others. Flowers don't understand static, but they are also destined to return to dust.
85, but dear, but how much warmth in the world, between you waved, you have added a lot of fragrance. The long thoughts, the red dust, the soul is clear, and only leave you when you leave.
86. Every time I miss the long-awaited gaze, my eyebrows will bloom intoxicating sweetness. Days and nights, heart and mind. However, when the dream is broken. I can only silently take care of my wounds.
87, a dream in spring and autumn, two lights in the sun and the moon. Unseen memories can always be turned into a haze between the fingers when you are not intent, with the past as a cloud-like mist, and along the shallow footsteps, chasing the unruly Reflection, finally, gradually integrate into life!
88, the silent night, flashing a slight heart of light, the surging flow of the stream, 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.
89. Sadness irrigated the sacs of mind, and countless times traversed the journey of searching. 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.
90, love, no regrets; walked through, no regrets, life and death, smile, only for you. Dear, this life does not seek to sleep in the same bed, but I would like to sing the sound of the branch, I only hope that my heart will be like my heart, and I will live up to it.
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