Fresh and beautiful statement
1, finally understand, instead of rushing around in the world, it is better to stop, embrace all, treat sincerely. Just like being naked, walking naked, waving a sleeve, without taking any clouds.
2, just because I saw you more in the crowd, so that I can not forget your face, you know the scream of the string broken? For your kindness, love poison, and take care of the reincarnation. If you know the sadness of the string, then the temperature of the finger can be changed for the same time, and do not ask the past life to turn around, and do not complain about the past life, let it be like a rain, life to love you. Silent, love each other. Silence, joy.
3, this autumn, after all, some of the detachment went to the depths, but suddenly, there is a fate that is difficult to get rid of, let the dark fight for killing.
4, once wanted to ferry in Taohuayuan, do not want to start a gulf gull, but helpless in the final dispute; once wanted to hold a cup of plum wine, toasting the moon, but ended in a banquet party; once wanted to soak in An ink-paper scent, a piece of pure earth and small habitat, but lingering in the world.
5, a person, a city, a heartache. Throughout the search for thousands of miles, in this reincarnation, you are still waiting for me, but I am not your ultimate reliance. Hundreds of reincarnations, a hundred turns of reincarnation, who will remember those flower buds that bloomed in a hurry, and those who missed are not returning to the people, just passing passengers. Weaving a deep affection for you, if you live a dream, how can you confuse your thoughts, and finally your dreams will be broken. From then on, you will stand alone for a city.
6. Sometimes, I often try to figure out the look and clothing of the lyricist. Is it a slap in the face, or is it a long day? Is it low-browed, or is it meditation? Is it a corner towel, or is it a shallow belt? Is it a long dress, or is it a ring?
7. Sometimes I want to get drunk, I will take care of him for three hundred and sixty days a year, and I will be full of beauty in the spring. Sometimes I want to go crazy, and he will not be warm when he knocks on the window. Sometimes he wants to live well. Self, control his strange eyes and ridicule.
8, don't go with you, the years are quiet, I know that in the days to come, I still have to drift with the tide, constantly drifting. The flowers that are not in the dreams have been withered, thanks and opened, and the ups and downs of the past have stirred up the layers of the lake. The boat in the thoughts, let alone and helpless, endless spread.
9. At every dawn, wake you up to pick up the morning light: on every night, take the night star for you. I put the blossoming fragrance and put it in our spring blossoms.
10, once remembered, the stone pierced the air, the waves slap the shore, the waves are like snow, you, like a strong and full of heroes, with a long sharp sword, holding a copper plate shovel, standing in the wind, generously singing How many feelings of the people who are passionate.
11, once, thought that growth is metamorphosis, is to mature with the edge, and then know that this process is so tired, broke the illusion, knocked the pain. Therefore, it is only in the depths of time, lightly pulling on loneliness, quietly licking the scars caused by the glory of the years.
12, a relationship, with the years of the wind, a curtain of heart, with the fall of flowers. Who will solve the flower language? Who is the flower? Recalling the past, one turned, one back, you and I were smothered with red dust. Now, there is no separation, you and I will have a lifetime of love, dyed to the sky, how many memories of the years are finally gray; how many thoughts of cloud smoke; how much blue silk turns white hair.
13. Who is it, and the helplessness of the autumn wind? Who is it, in the mud of the fallen flowers, soaked in infinite affection? Who is it, lighting the autumn rain like a needle? In the depths of the autumn rain, I smelled the cold taste, letting the feelings linger in the autumn.
14, rain and leisure, I also passed the sleepless night. It’s just a thin heart, and it’s impossible to solve the sorrow and joy of the outside. I am not willing to rewrite, I chose my way, I have no regrets in the beginning, but also innocent in the future - no reason is late in the late autumn, no rain and half sparse, deep and sour, feel step by step, everything Bright and light.
15. Although a moment of pain lingers in the heart, it seems that the thick can no longer be opened, and even there is a feeling that life is not as good as death. Even if you have a wonderful flower, you can’t explain one of them. However, until the end of the year, When we arrived at the waters, we saw that the crowds were still disturbing, and the world was still coming and going. Everything that was once was just a light smile, and we would sit and watch the clouds.
16, slowly walked in the late autumn, late in my reincarnation, the rain was a moment and half sparse, caged my deep dreams. I regret yesterday, the inch of the rain and the tears of the tears, nowhere to fall, nowhere in the evening, he is late in the late autumn, lazy, I am going to rain, go to my heart, still my dream. But I was watching the rainy and sparse wheat fields in the late autumn. Waiting for the next sycamore leaf to dance, I also picked up my old dream. The old dream is cold, and I am in the middle of the autumn, the rain, the sparsely shot the window, my late autumn rain, half-smoothed my dream yesterday.
17. Sing a song for you, there is you in the song, and there is me. My tears. My charm, will be integrated into my song, drifting to the lonely you, have you heard my songs, are you crying? Years havetily, stunned youth, long life, and ignored the truth. Who is who, has become unimportant, at least once owned.
18, the text of the flowers, gently fell in the arms of the clear and innocent creek, the first kiss, sweet honey, pure fragrance, but the ice and ice cool in the heart of the flower, a burst of happiness and scent Mousse around my heart.
19. I have to admit that it is not just time, but also us; what we have remembered is not yesterday, so if one day, I forget love, forget the pain, just like forgetting something. Generally so simple, maybe it was just that I forgot the instinct.
20, I hope to live happily, and I am afraid of being unhappy, falling in love with you, but afraid that you can't accept me, don't love me, even if you finally get it, you are afraid of losing, greedily eager to get everything because I am afraid that your disappearance, but this is the red dust dojo where I live, getting and losing in constant balance, from one person to another, from one space to another.
21, the fiber refers to the red dust, the world's reincarnation has become a shackle, gently bounced off the body of smoke, who has exhausted the end of the world, those prosperous grief has become a past, left me alone to find, gently looking for traces of the past. A roll of west wind has blown my thoughts, this life, who promised me half-city smoke sand; a tree flower tingling my eyes, this life, who protects me no longer wither. No one solves the flowers, who is lingering with flowers.
22. The sun shines through the overlapping clouds, and it also carries cold temperatures. Missing like a vine grows and begins to grow wildly. Then it was flooded and entangled in my heart, which was suffocating.
23, the leaves of the leaves, is the pursuit of the wind, or the tree does not retain. Perhaps, the tree will never read the leaves of the leaves. The fate of fallen leaves is destined to be alone.
24, one step at a time, one mind and one life. The deep feelings between you and me have already been interpreted into a beautiful poetry line. Closed eyes always think of the beautiful and beautiful at first sight. How many people in the net sea pass, how many people look back? Before the court, the flower blossoms and falls, Ren Yunjuan Yunshu. If you are in my heart, I will not be in love with the heart, and I will not ask what will happen tomorrow. I have you in this life, I will not miss the beauty of falling water, I will cherish the love of the mountains and rivers, if you do not leave, I will live and die.
25. Yes, the sea is soft, it is dull, and there is no competition with the world; the sea is hard, it is strong and unyielding. Facing the sea, let your feelings stretch, thoughts leap, soul purification, open-mindedness, and move forward, be a confident, strong, peaceful, happy person.
26, there are thousands of kinds of encounters in the world, and there is a kind of encounter called a glimpse of the heart, a glimpse of the red dust, you will lie in my heart, and I will start to fall for you, just want to have you Warm companionship has nothing to ask for, and the weak water is three thousand to take a drink, just want to enjoy your world, quiet reading. Keeping a promise to complain about love, step into your warm city, people have a lot of good life, and I have a soft spot with you.
27, the time hastily, how much, I have not wanted to pay attention, just let my thoughts in the memory and free. I missed your night, and I swept the whole body alone. It was a thick sorrow, as if I was sobbing.
2, just because I saw you more in the crowd, so that I can not forget your face, you know the scream of the string broken? For your kindness, love poison, and take care of the reincarnation. If you know the sadness of the string, then the temperature of the finger can be changed for the same time, and do not ask the past life to turn around, and do not complain about the past life, let it be like a rain, life to love you. Silent, love each other. Silence, joy.
3, this autumn, after all, some of the detachment went to the depths, but suddenly, there is a fate that is difficult to get rid of, let the dark fight for killing.
4, once wanted to ferry in Taohuayuan, do not want to start a gulf gull, but helpless in the final dispute; once wanted to hold a cup of plum wine, toasting the moon, but ended in a banquet party; once wanted to soak in An ink-paper scent, a piece of pure earth and small habitat, but lingering in the world.
5, a person, a city, a heartache. Throughout the search for thousands of miles, in this reincarnation, you are still waiting for me, but I am not your ultimate reliance. Hundreds of reincarnations, a hundred turns of reincarnation, who will remember those flower buds that bloomed in a hurry, and those who missed are not returning to the people, just passing passengers. Weaving a deep affection for you, if you live a dream, how can you confuse your thoughts, and finally your dreams will be broken. From then on, you will stand alone for a city.
6. Sometimes, I often try to figure out the look and clothing of the lyricist. Is it a slap in the face, or is it a long day? Is it low-browed, or is it meditation? Is it a corner towel, or is it a shallow belt? Is it a long dress, or is it a ring?
7. Sometimes I want to get drunk, I will take care of him for three hundred and sixty days a year, and I will be full of beauty in the spring. Sometimes I want to go crazy, and he will not be warm when he knocks on the window. Sometimes he wants to live well. Self, control his strange eyes and ridicule.
8, don't go with you, the years are quiet, I know that in the days to come, I still have to drift with the tide, constantly drifting. The flowers that are not in the dreams have been withered, thanks and opened, and the ups and downs of the past have stirred up the layers of the lake. The boat in the thoughts, let alone and helpless, endless spread.
9. At every dawn, wake you up to pick up the morning light: on every night, take the night star for you. I put the blossoming fragrance and put it in our spring blossoms.
10, once remembered, the stone pierced the air, the waves slap the shore, the waves are like snow, you, like a strong and full of heroes, with a long sharp sword, holding a copper plate shovel, standing in the wind, generously singing How many feelings of the people who are passionate.
11, once, thought that growth is metamorphosis, is to mature with the edge, and then know that this process is so tired, broke the illusion, knocked the pain. Therefore, it is only in the depths of time, lightly pulling on loneliness, quietly licking the scars caused by the glory of the years.
12, a relationship, with the years of the wind, a curtain of heart, with the fall of flowers. Who will solve the flower language? Who is the flower? Recalling the past, one turned, one back, you and I were smothered with red dust. Now, there is no separation, you and I will have a lifetime of love, dyed to the sky, how many memories of the years are finally gray; how many thoughts of cloud smoke; how much blue silk turns white hair.
13. Who is it, and the helplessness of the autumn wind? Who is it, in the mud of the fallen flowers, soaked in infinite affection? Who is it, lighting the autumn rain like a needle? In the depths of the autumn rain, I smelled the cold taste, letting the feelings linger in the autumn.
14, rain and leisure, I also passed the sleepless night. It’s just a thin heart, and it’s impossible to solve the sorrow and joy of the outside. I am not willing to rewrite, I chose my way, I have no regrets in the beginning, but also innocent in the future - no reason is late in the late autumn, no rain and half sparse, deep and sour, feel step by step, everything Bright and light.
15. Although a moment of pain lingers in the heart, it seems that the thick can no longer be opened, and even there is a feeling that life is not as good as death. Even if you have a wonderful flower, you can’t explain one of them. However, until the end of the year, When we arrived at the waters, we saw that the crowds were still disturbing, and the world was still coming and going. Everything that was once was just a light smile, and we would sit and watch the clouds.
16, slowly walked in the late autumn, late in my reincarnation, the rain was a moment and half sparse, caged my deep dreams. I regret yesterday, the inch of the rain and the tears of the tears, nowhere to fall, nowhere in the evening, he is late in the late autumn, lazy, I am going to rain, go to my heart, still my dream. But I was watching the rainy and sparse wheat fields in the late autumn. Waiting for the next sycamore leaf to dance, I also picked up my old dream. The old dream is cold, and I am in the middle of the autumn, the rain, the sparsely shot the window, my late autumn rain, half-smoothed my dream yesterday.
17. Sing a song for you, there is you in the song, and there is me. My tears. My charm, will be integrated into my song, drifting to the lonely you, have you heard my songs, are you crying? Years havetily, stunned youth, long life, and ignored the truth. Who is who, has become unimportant, at least once owned.
18, the text of the flowers, gently fell in the arms of the clear and innocent creek, the first kiss, sweet honey, pure fragrance, but the ice and ice cool in the heart of the flower, a burst of happiness and scent Mousse around my heart.
19. I have to admit that it is not just time, but also us; what we have remembered is not yesterday, so if one day, I forget love, forget the pain, just like forgetting something. Generally so simple, maybe it was just that I forgot the instinct.
20, I hope to live happily, and I am afraid of being unhappy, falling in love with you, but afraid that you can't accept me, don't love me, even if you finally get it, you are afraid of losing, greedily eager to get everything because I am afraid that your disappearance, but this is the red dust dojo where I live, getting and losing in constant balance, from one person to another, from one space to another.
21, the fiber refers to the red dust, the world's reincarnation has become a shackle, gently bounced off the body of smoke, who has exhausted the end of the world, those prosperous grief has become a past, left me alone to find, gently looking for traces of the past. A roll of west wind has blown my thoughts, this life, who promised me half-city smoke sand; a tree flower tingling my eyes, this life, who protects me no longer wither. No one solves the flowers, who is lingering with flowers.
22. The sun shines through the overlapping clouds, and it also carries cold temperatures. Missing like a vine grows and begins to grow wildly. Then it was flooded and entangled in my heart, which was suffocating.
23, the leaves of the leaves, is the pursuit of the wind, or the tree does not retain. Perhaps, the tree will never read the leaves of the leaves. The fate of fallen leaves is destined to be alone.
24, one step at a time, one mind and one life. The deep feelings between you and me have already been interpreted into a beautiful poetry line. Closed eyes always think of the beautiful and beautiful at first sight. How many people in the net sea pass, how many people look back? Before the court, the flower blossoms and falls, Ren Yunjuan Yunshu. If you are in my heart, I will not be in love with the heart, and I will not ask what will happen tomorrow. I have you in this life, I will not miss the beauty of falling water, I will cherish the love of the mountains and rivers, if you do not leave, I will live and die.
25. Yes, the sea is soft, it is dull, and there is no competition with the world; the sea is hard, it is strong and unyielding. Facing the sea, let your feelings stretch, thoughts leap, soul purification, open-mindedness, and move forward, be a confident, strong, peaceful, happy person.
26, there are thousands of kinds of encounters in the world, and there is a kind of encounter called a glimpse of the heart, a glimpse of the red dust, you will lie in my heart, and I will start to fall for you, just want to have you Warm companionship has nothing to ask for, and the weak water is three thousand to take a drink, just want to enjoy your world, quiet reading. Keeping a promise to complain about love, step into your warm city, people have a lot of good life, and I have a soft spot with you.
27, the time hastily, how much, I have not wanted to pay attention, just let my thoughts in the memory and free. I missed your night, and I swept the whole body alone. It was a thick sorrow, as if I was sobbing.
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