Only beautiful sentences

1. I really don't dare to imagine that if there is no love in the world, what kind of bleak, gray and desolate the whole world? If there is no love in the world, how can we smell the fragrance of roses and hear the singing of birds? Without the nectar of love, where is the growth of life?

2, everything goes to zero, I understand that tomorrow I have to go to that quiet day, some of the mood tonight is the clouds of the past. Tomorrow, I will go looking for the silk yearning above the sky, still lingering in the sunset, but I will not bring a trace of mourning, passing, passing, watching, and then gently turn, Be careful of the sky where the sun is like blood.

3, can not remember when to start, grief or desolation, has become a cloud of smoke. Maybe they will appear in the Loulan, my dream of the Yellow Sand Gobi, and it won't be a bleak synonym, but in the ordinary days of the water-like simplicity, the old bruises gradually dissipated. Leave a smooth state of mind. I can't remember when I started. I don't want to hold the line as a child. I am afraid that the kite will never fly away. On the contrary, I am willing to watch the flying of the kite and let the heart fly. Therefore, the income in life is lost but blurred. Clearly, it is a gentle smile, which is a dream in the dream.

4, I can't remember how many days, just silently thinking about dear, you are light. I know that this deep love has been rooted in life and cannot be confusing. I often think, how lucky I am, can meet you in this world, and lead you? Maybe the answer is not important, is it? It is enough for you to be with me, to be able to care about each other in plainness.

5. How valuable is it to have a simple, tolerant, and fraternal heart! It is often said that the child's heart is transparent, tender, pure and noble, without a trace. Time flies, after all, you still have to grow up. If you grow up, you still have a childish heart and a heart of the heart, and you will be well-being for a lifetime.

6, it's good to have you - think more than once, feel like this. I don’t go through the past years of the passing years. When the years of the plains will replace the moments of the moment, I can see the mountains and rivers in the light and dust, and how many people? And I seem to be afraid to read the love poems, and I am even more afraid to conceive forever, because it is so extravagant and unreachable, so I am willing to carry full love, only a soft "dear", will all Missing and loving records.

7. Sometimes, there is always a voice that reminds me of you. There is always a sentence that reminds me of you. There is always a picture that reminds me of you. Your eyebrows, your eyes, your smile, your figure. So clear, so sly, looking around and knowing that it was once, has nothing to do with the present.

8. Some people have already known each other, but they have nothing to do with it; some people have just met, but they are already unforgettable. Because of love, I know; because I understand, so compassion; because of compassion, so let go, look at the horizon, how to endure tears.

9, some want to be in the heart, quietly waiting; some in love, silently remember. Therefore, the feeling of Huairou, in a kind of deep care, but relieved, as if a small dandelion pattern floats in the wind. You know, in a sky called love, wherever the heart drifts, it is your home, with warm traces.

10, everything seems to go with the flow, you are my love, my favorite is to silently recite your name, sweet and silent smile. Tell yourself that this is the person I love, a gentle and affectionate person. Written here, tears could not stop falling, but still smiling, with salty tears full of lips. Don't laugh, I am so easy to shed tears, because this is a kind of happiness, a kind of happiness, a feeling of being overwhelmed when I feel that life gives me such a heavy gift, and my heart is as clear as ever.

11, there is a feeling of loss, there is a kind of beauty called give up. Give up silently, give up a friend who is a favorite but has no fate, give up some kind of waiting but unrecognized feelings, give up some kind of spiritual expectation, and give up a sad feeling every time you give up a kind of thought. However, this sadness does not prevent you from starting again, listening to the music again in the new time and space, and repeating the story. Because this is a natural farewell and abandonment, it is full of detachment spirit, so the sadness is beautiful.

12, I want to cover the wind screen, how can the west wind cool will send the autumn. The rain is sloppy, the night is quiet but not static. The autumn wind is full of courtyards, and the English is colorful. The tenderness is full of pieces. When I fall, I know the world. When the two of them are in love, I know that my dreams have been broken. Full of heartache, tears and intestines, a desolate place.

13. Whenever we are, we must learn to be grateful and eliminate resentment. We must understand fraternity and dedication. Let the heart be calm and calm, not happy with things, not with sorrow, with pure love, and let the blue sky always have ethereal Clouds, let the quiet sky always have twinkling stars, let the journey of life always have bright and fresh poetry, let the song of life always have wonderful notes to jump, let the elf of love always dance in life.

14, the sigh of the sunset, the troubles of flowers and flowers, life is not happy. Because we have it, we may be losing it, and when we give up, we may be regaining it. We cannot have absolute certainty in everything. Deliberately chasing and possessing, it is difficult to get out of the misunderstanding of suffering.

15, the string moon is faint, bamboo flute is played lightly. Take a round of bright moon, find a season of fragrance, will be in the Tang poetry and Song dynasty in the Song poetry, with the years to do it, the spectrum will not leave the line between the words. The dim light is the low breeze of the breeze. It is a proverb of flowers, and it is a sentimental expression in the flower garden. This journey of mountains and rivers, I only wish to hide the warmth of the cherished heart in the heart of a clean and unclean heart, meet with you and know each other, warm together. Let the feelings of ink and ink flow, the first impression, flowing on the other side of the bank, hang in the heart, long years, I hope life is just like the first sight.

16, the hustle and bustle of the city, criss-crossing the pace, the people are hurrying, looking for it, the little way of returning. Every scene, stranger familiar, anti-reverse and repeated interpretation of the amazing passing of the years. The old dreams are in the past, in the memory of the warmth, prosperous; plain and insist on a light, in the face of countless want to speak, it seems that never said. In time, the novelty is the bitter bitterness of life; it is destined to be tired for yourself, crying, and painful to share the joy of success.

17. Looking for the traces of silkworms, to find out where the dreams are, but the night is like water, the water is long and the source is not seen, the world of nothingness is chaotic, the heart is lost in the chaos, I don’t know what to enter, I don’t know what to do, I can’t Solution, get confused.

18, a scene, depicting a heart of mind; a pulse of heart, swaying a feeling. I still remember the lush green season, an unexpected rain that awakened the memories of past and present life. The sound of the rain, like a Zen sound, slowly flows into the heart of the lake, your ethereal figure wading through the water, I am like a lotus heart, through the sky, through the past love, to meet you In the clouds and waters, continue to write a dream of this life. I smack a faint ink, portrayed as a piece of ink, and I am in the mood of the rainy season.

19, the rain, how many loves have been born, a few times a few worries, a few minutes of familiarity. Long silence, silent keyboard, let my fingers move. Everything in the past, there is prosperity, loneliness, and sweetness. The snow is silent, the summer solstice, the seasons change and the color changes, clinging to the valley of this thought, so I am not willing to leave.

20, there is a kind of encounter, among thousands of people, only this one is the reunion of the eyes and eyes; it is the mutual dependence of the heart and the heart. A flower bloom, a love, through the promenade of the season, turned into a touch of dark fragrance, enchanting every morning and dusk, fragrant like a water year, beautiful fingertips. Fold a period of time, write a touch of love, run through the red dust and sorrows, bypass the eyebrows and regret, and meet the feelings of the encounter, in the depths of the heart, warm and fragrant. Those who have been with your heart are the deepest and most affectionate singing. 21, a person is a poem, two people are painting, carrying a lovesickness, long words, since then, the farthest you have become my recent watch. The heart is warm, the dreams are double, the poetry and painting are scornful, the smiles are cherished, and the wave of spring tide is like a peach blossoming water, accompanied by a cup of silence, drunk in a long time.

22, I am a person who will not be noticed, grows ordinary, has no talent, is destined to live very ordinary, so there has always been a sober understanding, will not be extravagant to others. Even so, I am not inferior to live, and I am ugly, it is not my fault, how to live or to see inferiority.

23, when we are in the face of the sky, don't forget the heart. I often take my heart out to bask in the sun, wash my mind for a bath, and face the simple and gorgeous world with a simple warm heart. Even when it’s a coveted year, it’s like a girl, plain-faced, like a string-like feeling. Walk through this life.

24, in the long river, I am rushing to the future, the bright road, every time through the crossroads of life, the hesitant thoughts carry the load of the soul, every step, seems to have missed The most beautiful scenery on the road. In the world, a lot of gorgeous dazzling, tempting the wrong choice. So I got used to it, I used to use the brush of the years, with the call of memory, sketching the water rhyme map that time passed, the ups and downs in my life, coming and going, rushing, mottled and nothing can’t catch anything, and time is sung The years are still fragrant.

25, the years are actually not complicated, the complex is how they have a mentality. A simple mood will affect all the happy notes. I have always said that I want to live simple and indifferent, but it is really not easy to do. I have been holding the complaint tightly for a while, and I can't peel it from my life. Frequent complaints about life, repeated complaints of unfair life, and repeated appeals. In the end, I found myself pushing myself into the painful vortex again and again, letting all the sun fade away from life.

26, there has been a long time, constantly running between mountains and rivers, rivers, the thickness of the mountains can deepen my thoughts, the flow of cleanliness can dilute the soul of the soul. "The stranger returns, and the flowers are sent out to the evening." The blue sky is filled with clouds, chasing clouds, surrounded by green hills. Looking at the vastness of the world, in that moment, using the heart to understand everything, the hardship seems to have a destiny, the sorrow is deductive.

27, miss, miss the person who is not around, one is another half a month or longer. I am always unaccustomed at the beginning, and I can force myself to learn to get used to it. In a person's life, there are some decisions, there are better choices, and for a few days, I still have to be alone.

28, Miss is a song, a faint song, played in our youth years; there are friends, family and lover in the lyrics, there are friendship and affection in the notes; we can not do without any of them, Missing any one can't really be happy.

29. Although I did not come to this world because of you, I am more attached to this world because of you. If I can be with you, I will be grateful to the world; if I can't be with you, I will walk away silently, but still will not lose love and gratitude to the world. Grateful to God to let me meet you, leave with you, complete a poem created by God!

30, the years are like the sun, the days are like water, and the dreams are empty. Looking back at the sky, leaving only his lonely back. I don’t know who is right or wrong, and I’m so fond of me. Buried deep regrets, carrying heavy memories, life is alone and alone.

31. The sound of the waves is still the same. Many times, the melody of the waves will change with your own mood. Once, the woman of the sun was positive and optimistic, and she had become so sentimental and poetic inadvertently. Such a change cannot be said to be good, nor can it be said that it is not good. Everything is inevitable in all the experiences of the years. However, such a change has caused me to lose all the free and easy and leisurely possession of the original, so that I can chase the alley of memory, and I will not come out. After a long period of time, let all the memories beat the Fangfei of yesterday, I realized that I had lost the happiness that should have belonged to me.

32. If I just love someone, I hope that he is better than me. If I just like someone, I hope he is happy, but I can't lie to myself. If I don't cry for me, how can I know that it is in his heart? The same cherish me, if, never met, how do you know, it turns out that he is not happy, if, never, relatively silent, how can you know that everything is my deliberate escape.

33, life does not need any seasoning, only the original flavor is the true color of life. When all the flavors are mixed into the seasoning, all the original flavors are lost, no longer beautiful as originally. Therefore, when all the spices are mixed, it is doomed that this smell has been distorted.

34. Life gave me endless sorrow and gave me the answer forever. So, Enron gave up and kept a detachment. No matter how the life of the red and white world changes, no matter how the individual chooses, no matter how heavy the weight is in the hands, we are brave and evasive, although the sadness is also gratifying! We walked to the depths of life as usual, and we gradually gave up and gradually became firm as usual.

35, time is still going on, I have not known how many times I have experienced the loss, fall and then climb again. I began to become numb, but there was still a trace of your heart in the depths of my heart. Just like when you were still by my side, I only need a phone call or a trip to see it.

36. Whoever lives in it can be said to be very simple; whoever lives in it can be said to be very complicated. Everything moves forward in all the alternations, and only the alternate scenes allow us to see everything that shows life. All the blanks of memory still need the richness of life to fill the integrity. All the joys and sadness experienced will continue to circulate in the middle of a thought until it fills our lives.

37. People said that the fireworks are the most lonely, and they are all fragrant and fragrant. Everyone only sees her bright figure and bright smile. After the splendid, who will solve the pain of fragrant jade and sorrow? The ignited life is finally a curtain call in a smile.

38. Ren Shiguang, Ren Fengyue circulates, as long as there is love along the way, even if the rain and fog are all over the sky, the leaves fall into the city, and our eyes are still beautiful and bright.

39. If the eyebrows are not covered with dust, how do you know that I have waited. The hand that once held the child, and Zicheng said, it is only floating smoke. It’s just that there’s no life, no matter how old the child is. Deep in the red dust, I should robbery and pull away, but it is already a heart-scarred; within the Three Realms, whoever you go, tears, wrong letter to the upper edge of the stone. Lonely lonely, whoever messed up the hair; Sansheng's riverside, who promised the flow of years. On the bridge, who drank the Meng Po soup, carved this long thoughts. Forgotten sentimental! The red line that was wrongly tied in the hands of the old man was gone for thousands of years. It seems like the water is flowing, allowing me to think about each other. The butterfly is fallen, and you are tender and tender; the crescent moon is incomplete, and the vows are beautiful, and it is the flower of the world.

40. If you can promise me a future, I will definitely do it for you, long-sleeved, and dance. Turning to the red dust, I am willing to sing with you for a long time. Sitting quietly in the flow of the year. With a touch of heart, take a look at the clear, carry a touch of sunshine, and laugh at the red dust. 41, guarding the coolness of a cut moonlight, sending a piece of heart sound, Tang poetry and Song poetry exhausted, plain and dry ink, how can the enemy go wild without a trace? Only the gradual rise of thoughts, dreams of dreams.

42. The road to life is long. Everyone wants to have such a person who can accompany him. Regardless of the wind, frost, snow and rain, regardless of the rise and fall of honor and disgrace, you will accompany you.

43, the end of the earth, only Wang Jun. All the deep feelings were originally woven from many small times, like a small light bulb with a faint glimmer of light, reflecting the shadows of our mutual dependence. It was only usual, until the last moment, the lights were already dry. We discovered that those ordinary days are so beautiful and unforgettable...

44. Looking at the bright moon in the night sky, how many years, how many things have flowed from under the moon, and played a joyful and sorrowful clutch. This round of the moon is at the top of my head, and also at the top of the head of the monarch. Leisure is also good.

45. I am eager to have a life like a leaf, no regrets, no regrets, no beauty, no nature. Small leaves, to grow up in the storm, but also to fall back to the roots. Obviously know that this is a process, but the leaves are not sad and depressed, but the wind and the wind grow with the seasons, selfless dedication to the life of the trees until the yellow. Even if it falls, it will turn into spring mud to nourish the tree that once gave her life. The floating leaves shook my heart, as if I had realized the glittering leaves of gold.

46. ​​We are all questioning each other while questioning the past and remembering it once. In all the joys and sorrows, the memories that belong to each other are lost again and again, and they are carefully picked up again and again, and then carefully arranged. We continue to cycle like this, and this is a vicious cycle, let us no longer believe in people, has been questioning love. Let us all rebel in our own lives, hurt ourselves and hurt others.

47. Once upon a time, whether it was life setbacks or feelings frustrated, I always thought that the world had no love, and no longer believed in the so-called love. Later, when I turned over the text I had recorded, I always smiled. Now it seems that I am grateful for the record at the time, the experience is not smooth, or this is growth. Under the accumulation of time, let you have a more comprehensive and sensible analysis of things.

48. Once, I missed it over and over again, complaining over and over again, over and over again, holding my own self-respect and trying to wipe out all the past. In this love, no one has ever been right, no one is wrong, so there will be pain today. In this love, I loved each other and hated them. I missed and desperately fled. In this love, they have escaped again and again, once and for all, the original way to find, again and again hurt each other, and then sleep each other in the long dark night.

49. Life is like thinking of thought, all in one mind. No one can say that whoever remembers is right, and whoever falls is wrong. All thoughts are in my own unexpected. If anyone can predict their own thoughts, anyone can move along their own tracks. There will not be so many disturbances in this world, and there will not be so many disturbances that bring us happiness and worry.

50, the leaves are floating, the endless is my thoughts. The deciduous yellow, falling, turned into spring mud, she has been appreciated by the world in this beautiful season. The years have passed, and when she is close, she will be so calm and calm. Beauty is always an instant, just like youth will not last forever. I think that life should be like fallen leaves, beautiful in the beautiful season, falling in the season of withering, turning into spring mud and protecting flowers. Of course, life can't be as perfect as a leaf. There are always too many confusions and jealousy. There is always too much disappointment and nostalgia. But in today's materialistic world, facing glory and shame should be calm and calm like leaves. .

51, by the window, who's tears humble memories? Who is waiting for the old age? Who paid for the horizon? Who is the age of youth? This season, the flowers bloom, the scent of the sleeves, the tears, the dampness of the stars; the dreams, the fall of the sun. Deep in the red dust, dreaming of no trace, looking up at the eyes, slow lower eyebrows, through the pain of the fingertips, falling words, into a sputum. Bring the wine to the wind, and sing and dance a singer, immersed in the meditation, record, the appearance of your first time.

52, smashing red dust, can put a person gently in the heart, quietly love each other, silently, for me, is already a kind of happiness. I have imagined for many times that I have long hair that you like, a long skirt, and a girl’s graceful feelings, sitting quietly in the flowers, letting the piece of the piece fall on my pleated skirt, thinking The fragrant incense of your eyebrows, waiting for you to linger, with a gentle heart, indulge in your thousands of feelings.

53. Youth is the landscape we have been chasing. In the face of smiles and tears, in time, holding hands, in the fragrance of life, persistently clinging, never give up the pursuit of dreams. In Loulan, the time, sometimes close, facing the distant road, has always believed that everything seems to be clear or vague, time is fascinating, there are always pieces that can’t be forgotten, it’s the years that those who used to The mark left on the title page, after a few tiredness, on the long shore of time, keep running.

54. Life is like the reincarnation of this season. Spring is an innocent childhood, happy and beautiful; summer is a sweaty and hard-working youth, hard but full; autumn, is the retrospective of the past years, lonely and joy; winter, is the end of a lifetime, buried by thick snow. What I fear most is not the death of winter, but the desolation of autumn.

55. Let your eyes pass over the backbone of the mountains and mountains, the clavicle of water and water. I know that in a certain place, I can drop the wings I miss and gently lean on your window, not moving, like a blue flower. Smell the fragrance and quietly dye your dreams. Or, gently take care of your wind, sit in the moonlight under the lotus, put some bitterness in the depths of your heart, and let the smile, open a dignified, for you, keep a good time, the old days .

56, deep feelings, meaning. Sleepless in the middle of the night. Red and thin heart is difficult. When is your life persistent? Love remains the same, and love still remains. Why is the heartbeat? Love at first sight. I am true to my heart. Suddenly tears wet clothes. The passage of time is hard to see. Lamenting the heart of life. What is the hardship to fall in love. Love is also difficult, and gathering is difficult. It is difficult to live in the world. It is difficult to think, and it is difficult to read. It is difficult to meet in life. I feel bad for my heart. Tired of love for love. What is the infatuation?

57, the situation is difficult to leave, the heart is difficult to stay, spend the moon and night, and turn into the sand. It is better to live in the world, to forget each other, and to return, to see the secluded mountains, the waters, and the end of the world. The dark fragrance floats and the flowers bloom, and after the flowers fall, it may not be peaceful. All the memories, holding the bustling grief, bending the eyebrows, destined to be, have become the past.

58. Slightly recite a love story and write a love painting. Blooming in the ground, covering a piece of blue tile. Have a cup of tea and a bowl of blue sand. Pull up a veil and see the crescent moon in the sky. Love is like ink and blue, why do you fear the moment? As soon as I read the prosperous glory, I read it into a pleasing glory. A thought into a firm, inch inch Acacia inch gray.

59. Lightly paved, in such an hour, write a light, single-handedly Acacia and thin, and let the deep thoughts, like the wind walking in the water valley, looking for each flower Smile, send it to one party. A stack of Acacia, a handful of love, sitting in a shackle, filled with a small love song, Ying Ying Xiang dyed, in the lineup of the unfolding songs, should be with your warm glaze.

60. The beauty of life comes from love. If love blooms, the scenery will come. In the red dust, as long as there is a place where love passes, I believe there will be a beautiful scene, a mellow fragrance. 61. Wandering all the way, with the thoughts of the enchanting and solo dance, I always remember countless seemingly familiar pictures, the tears flowing in my heart, as if every time I swim in the word line, the monologue is so cool, the breeze is cold. , attacking the sadness of the eyes. Panic-stricken thoughts, spread the familiarity of the story innumerable times, the strangeness of the prosperous transit, in the end is still pale, the yellowing of the past, the page turned up the pure white of the dream, the passing of the year, seems to have been Story dress.

62. When we were young, we were overjoyed and sad. At least we still have the courage to chase, at least this courage to express. When we are no longer youthful, we become deeper and no longer use a vigor and vitality to express our lives. Many times we have learned to think, learned to ponder life, no longer obsessed with understanding, no longer emotional. Life is often given to us what we are, and we don’t know ourselves. We just want to finish the life we ​​want to go in our own obsession. Many times, we will be courageous and even feel terrible. We forget what is screaming and forget what is fear.

63. The flowers in the dreams are gone, and this is unforgettable. The strings are still broken. If the flowers are beautiful, it seems like the water is flowing, and the past is back, and it can't be returned. Perhaps it is the marriage of the past life, perhaps the fate of the afterlife, the wrongness in this life, and the increase of a fruitless grudge. When the relatives did not look back, they sighed like a stream of water.

64. Every time I wake up, I stand in front of the mirror and look at the white eyes of my dreams. The air sighs at the time, and the eyes in the mirror hide the vicissitudes of being late. Holding your hands, you can't keep a hurry. In the past, the age of the past cannot be chased. The new lap is growing. All that can be done is to abandon the sadness, to move forward, and to race against time. Ignite youth, ignite hope, let the blazing fire break through the blockage of the night.

65. Living is a practice. When we understand love and understand compassion, then we can live in the warmth of the wind, eat the red dust and fire, and enjoy the world.

66. Perhaps, when I read it, I was running happily in the sunshine; when I fell, I was thinking deeply about the sunset. Perhaps, at the time of my thoughts, I loved you with pains; I may have forgotten you in the rivers and lakes when I fell. Who can figure out all the processes in life, who can predict? Life is in all the circulation, let us laugh and cry again and again.

67. In this life, maybe we have missed a lot, maybe we have lost a lot, and we have kept a lot. We are all following our most authentic heart. How do you think about your own heart, only you know. Many times, I know that I am stupid, but I am still willing to go along this stupid, perhaps this is life, maybe this is life.

68, stunned years, stunned. On a quiet night, the memories are like a flip-flop, lingering in the heart of the field, rehearsing the story of the once-loving story. Memory seems to be a thin smoke, floating in my mind, there is no point to leave.

69. The silent screen, the sound of the zither is still soft and open, and the rhythm of the clouds is like the voice of the ethereal sky, my thoughts, slowly, slowly flowing far. I think, far away must be a distant place, and how far is far away, I don't know, maybe the distance between the two cities, separated by several mountains; perhaps the distance of the human heart, can not reach the shore in life.

70, think more, lightly kiss the lips, lick a flower-like aroma, gently kiss your brow. At the moment when you are gently opened, the exhaled is the sweetness that I miss, and it has been brewing for a long time waiting for you to come. You can get drunk in my arms, sitting on the waterside of the night, I will hold you lightly, you sleep like an infant, and I raise a smile to light the stars in your dreams.

71, Fang Huazhen, the end is the dyeing of the year, looking at the long road in memory, too many strange language, can not confide the most complete expression, every time in the word walking line, hiding a tear of time In the face of the embarrassment of the years, the repetition and the parting of the story are repeated. It’s a kind of gathering, and it’s a mess. Standing between time and time, staring at the world, the tears of the eyes and the lingering, looking for the lost track in the years.

72, the escape of the wind is getting stronger and stronger, the corner of the street, the figure stretched by the moonlight, one heavy and one heavy, intertwined, sketching a lonely net. The lingering of the street lamp seemed so unclear and coveted this night. I don't see the man waiting for the light. The street, feasting, walking in a smiling gesture, light and elegant. Just passing by.

73. If we are alive, if we can’t go back, we will not be able to reach the ignorant and ignorant age. Regardless of the strong and unyielding temperament or the tiredness of the past, listen to the songs of the years and see the passage of time. In the world, the dust and the dust, the dust settles, even if everything is changing, the only constant is that we are still moving forward, those broken dreams hidden in the past, buried, in the moment of time flowing, has long been separated by thousands of miles, The journey of life, in the long river swaying in the years, is destined to have a bright sorrow.

74. Think more, you put on my shoulders, the warmth of your palms is like a stream of water flowing into my heart lake, and I should spurt out with joy, in the wilderness we love, sing the mountains and waters. . I think more, your passionate gaze machine disperses the cold moonlight, releasing a glass-like clear sky, tearing the night away and dyeing a boundless flower. Cut the cloud into sleeves, I am flying like a butterfly on the fiber, you, hold a pipe of the flute, and confide in the three thousand love, a high-pitched voice.

75, feeling the encounter of the accident, feeling the surprise of the guard, grateful for the love of love, grateful for the flatness of love. In fact, many of the plots are lingering like a sleek, densely woven into the splendour of memory. Nothing is better than nothing. Any color and praise are not enough to replace the Huazhang in this life. However, I am willing to understate it, like a flowing diary. And with the accumulation of days, when a castle stands in the ethereal outside of the transcendental time and space, I know that since then, I have not left home. I am willing to be the one who sits alone by the window, about the windy month, only writes between the fingers.

76. When I am passing, is it now or tomorrow? I think it should be a new day. Will it be gentle rain tomorrow? Perhaps there is light breaking through the clouds, there is boundless bright and glare. Tomorrow and today are just a concept of time. When the wind comes, the heart of the people has a high wall that needs to be crossed. The peace of mind, not shocked, will be the independence of the individual and the freedom of the soul. The flowers bloom and fall, the clouds are clouded, and the clouds are changing. It is a kind of grievance, and let everything conform to nature.

77, tears boundless, love unlimited. Thousands of mountains and waters send true feelings, and the stars pass on their hearts. I will accompany you for the month. The night illuminates your future. Send a blessing heart. May you be peaceful at all times. Send a copy of love. May you be happy to accompany you. Send a greeting heart. May you be happy without worry. Send a sincere heart. May you be lucky not to leave. A lifelong commitment is a promise, and a lifetime is an oath. Short life for decades. Cherish the love and love. Red dust is not accompanied by heart. Really can change love.

78, tired, sitting in the depths of the night. Imagine that everything in this world has its invisible and intangible things. It is the origin of the cause, the disillusionment of the illusion, and often the involuntary, the incompetent, the incompetence, the inability to stop, the inability to stay.

79. I have seen many landscapes when I left you. I have walked through many roads and remembered many things. There are many words in my heart. I deeply feel that there is no place that you occupy in my heart. My heart is ridiculous, just like the half of the autumn wind and the leaves. The wandering heart wandered for a long time, I don’t know where to go, I don’t know how to float.

80, Bai Luomei said: What kind of deciduous hurried, so that death is so brilliant and calm, all said that the dawn is like a dream, used to see the autumn moon, the life story is the same, but after all, can not give up a beautiful meeting ... 81 Bi Shumin said that it is much harder to grind the heart than the appearance of oil, just like the difference between crystal and glass. Yes, the inner unity is unyielding, noble and forbearing, self-reliance and self-reliance. How many world changes, sorrows and joys overlap can turn a glass into a crystal.

82, the residual red is exhausted, watching the streamer flying feathers, picking a moonlight, salvaging sadness, thin shadow disappearing, the soul is still, the word is boiled, who is talking about? A song of the Sanskrit, a thousand times of pain. Drunk and yin, broken intestines; Jin Ququ, who is together? If the water is dusty, it is left in the wind, but the rest is slightly cool...

83. All kinds of earthly worlds, when we can't change, we learn to accept. Remember Bill. Gates said such a sentence, life is unfair, and it is customary to accept it. Remember to never complain. Today, I found out that I have not been passionate about life in recent years, and I have too much blame and anger for life, so I lost all my happiness in my bones.

84, the dust edge is exhausted, and the feeling of softness is turned into a cloud of smoke drifting away in the wind, tears are exhausted, and only the Wenning is replaced if there is nothing. Last night, the stars are similar today, the east is still the same, but there is no more gorgeous and gentle in the past. Fang Hua is dying, the cold eyes are hanging outside the lonely window, the night wind tears the sigh, looking for the past in a pile of bloody words, the heart is always painful and unable to breathe.

85. The wall-climbing tiger behind the window, the Guangyulan in front of the door can be used as evidence, there are our laughter. Together, we listened to the songs of Shuimu Nianhua, and we enjoyed the sharp words of Lu Xun together. I dare not open the window in a room full of your breath, not easy to clean the room, because I can only sleep in your breath.

86. At this time, I miss you, my heart is awkward, floating in the memory of the memory, once again grateful to you when I wiped the room, it is doomed to the fate of this life. I don't know what this kind of fate should be. I only know the time when I walked with me. It was soft and quiet.素時錦年，流光如幻，而我們摒棄了朝朝暮暮的誓詞，在寂然的欣喜中，讓一份真摯濃烈的愛情，各安天涯，卻總是會在光陰的枝節上，吐露著溫馨的花蕾，戀念如初。

87、淡淡的微笑永遠比淡淡的憂愁讓人喜歡，一個願意用快樂來詮釋自己的人，永遠比一個用憂愁包圍自己的人，活得充實和靈魂豐實。經久的歲月里，當所有的曾經成為過往時，不管是開心的，還是不開心的，都要學會塵封。只有學會做快樂事情的人，才能真正的活得快樂無憂。今生的回眸，怎么也要在悠然淡雅間。

88、對望時光，荷時的花蕊間，還珍藏著些陳年的蜜語，像是初晴的春，帶著些些青草的香，任性奔走於陽光的深處，擷一簾幽夢，築一夜的半醉半醒。醉時，你在我的想里，醒時，你在我的念里。而剪剪秋風，帶著一襲潮濕，又一次裹緊記憶的思縷，纖蔓柔織的紛紜中，依舊獨拈那一絲清芳，如弦，思你是高山流水，念你是流水高山。情，就如一張絲竹般，彈得滿身疼痛卻餘音裊裊。

89、多情自古傷離別，更那堪、冷落清秋節。今宵酒醒何處，楊柳岸、曉風殘月。此去經年，應是良辰好景虛設。便縱有、千種風情，更與何人說。 The heart is moving, the feelings are far away, the things are not, the people are not, everything is not, the past can not be chased.為你燃盡流年，枯萎容顏，卻只是我的一廂執念。

90、流年，依風而過，掌心的記憶，寫滿了你給的暖。一聲問候，穿過千山萬水，暖指尖薄涼；一抹牽念，越過四季輪迴，溫暖心扉。一程風雨，伴一程山水，不為繁華一世，只為溫潤時光。我用萬千柔情，在季節的千迴百轉中，為你塗抹一幅多彩畫卷，攜春陽明媚，攬夏雨為詩，賞秋之靜美，拾冬雪為暖，將內心的豐盈，安放在平淡的日子中，以文字的溫婉，守一窗歲月靜美，在流年裡許一場清歡，於淺笑嫣然中，與你對望。

91、流年的渡口，你深情地呢喃，舒緩著褶皺的時光里的安然。那些飛舞的心花，婉約了流年的花開花落；氤氳了歲月的雲捲雲舒。我用時光之筆，將最美的遇見寫在心間；我用歲月做箋，將初識的芬芳銘記。任年華如玉，始終在心中為你留一簾純粹的水霓雲裳。深知，這一程的溫和，歡愉，惆悵和憂傷都會與你有關，那么，在百轉千回的念中，你是否能讀懂落花的心事，穿越千山萬水暖我薄涼，與我相依十指相扣的暖，踏著細碎的光陰，閒坐東籬，暖字成香。

92、流水匆匆，歲月攜帶著傷痛，一襲淺淺的憂傷，寫滿了信箋，描繪的顏色，好像永遠是憂傷的文字，模糊的樣子，就是我們再也回不去了。曾在多數時光里，焦灼無序的接受生活賦予的美好。躲在寂靜的角落了，撫慰著傷痛，時間禁錮著滄桑的正道，歲月擱淺呼喚的聲音，在殘柔的季節里，迷失了曾徘徊的憂慮。渲染空白的時光，一路踉蹌而行，與時光；漸行漸遠。

93、茫茫天涯，你歸宿何處。每每想起天涯那端，你獨自一人，心中泛起陣陣酸楚。多少故事多少心情，都隨著日子，深埋在記憶深處，融進不言中。

94、每次回首的時候，我們發現最終輸的是我們自己，我們輸給了自己的內心，輸給了歲月的滄桑。我們就如兩隻飛不過滄海的蝴蝶，一次次在茫茫滄海邊徘徊，每次起飛都半路折翼，帶著傷痕累累飛回起點。於是，我們痛苦的在再次離開滄海，多年後我們又回到滄海，又折翼回去。這樣一次次的輪迴，讓我們把自己丟失在了自己給自己蔓延的痛苦裡。

95、愛過，我們真的是深深的愛過；恨過，我們真的是咬牙切齒的恨過。念，我們曾經發了瘋的念過彼此；忘，我們曾經都拼了命的忘過彼此。就這的一路循環，就這樣的一路走走散散，誰也沒有豐實誰的歲月，誰也沒有渲染誰的曾經。

96、愛，是生命的一種懂得。愛，隨心而生，隨心而動，隨心而行。琉璃歲月，相遇是緣，相知是幸，相愛是福。

97、漫漫人生路，你是我此生最美的風景。 In the cold night, accompanied by a sad melody, quietly, strolling alone in such a cold street, looking at the neon of the city, remembered the swearing words that once cued.

98、淚眼問天，相遇之前，有你是誰？相遇之後，有誰是你？上天把密密麻麻的困惑播散在空中，從這個雨季到下一個雨季。下一個雨季還要遇見你嗎？信念如被雨打風吹而搖擺不定的牆頭草，也許這世間，一些事情是能躲避風雨的，而有一些東西卻注定要承受風雨。

99、可曾記得，那初春時的雨夜。伴著淋漓的細雨，彼此漫步於塵世的風聲中，久久不曾退卻；駐足在這般清寒的夜裡，靜靜地感受著你的柔情，炙熱的綿意，那一刻，再也克制不住內心的情愫，不由自主的吻上了你的唇，那份悸動，那絲溫存，此生鐫記。

100、孤寞是一種無傷的痛，巴山夜雨從唐時走來，我卻無法告訴你何時相逢。靜坐黑夜，天籟沉寂，唯有思念盡情飄灑，我徹心徹骨的讓自己擁抱無助，逃避不是我的選擇，分離也不是我的最終，緣已盡，情未了，你是否也感悟到了別後的悲哀？