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1. Maybe one day, at some point, I will think of the past by chance and think of you. I will sit under a pine tree in the sun. I am on the water's shore of the moonlight, or after waiting for a hundred years, I will ask myself if anyone still looks for me, wait for me, read me. If I will see you, it will be after the years. How can I greet you with tears to silence. Maybe smile a little, then say: I haven't seen you for a long time.

2, can not hold the sand year, quietly through one season after another. When I look back, I understand that some people appear too early in the river, but they love too late. Some people come too late, but they love too little. Life is impermanent, and things are unpredictable. When I want to love someone alone, the one I love, hurts me mercilessly. When I no longer have any illusions about love, there is such a person who loves me with perseverance. On the red dust, whoever pursues his life, who cares for love, who overwhelmed his lover.

3, the past cloud smoke, the years are mottled. The sorrows and joys of the world, a fascinating past, always need to remember to slowly settle down, as if the wine is a vintage, the fragrance of the spleen, drunk and sad, but can not be drunk and lonely. Nostalgia for yesterday's styles, intoxicated with red dust and dreams, thousands of changes, past events such as smoke drifting, leaving traces, shuttle in the corridor of memories, the heartbreaking picture of the scene, the tears of crystal, Unconsciously, it slipped quietly.

4. Why is heaven and earth so vast and boundless? Why is time so vicissitudes? Let me deeply love, can not exceed your vastness and emptyness. Let me once again be able to stand by and embrace each other, in the reincarnation cycle, waiting for the millennium. The long pavilion is broken, the bridge is broken, and the lonely and distant are on the stars, and any thoughts are filled in the innocent wilderness. Lonely and lonely riverside; cold and clear, the moon is like a practice; 愁 deeply divorced and chaotic; thinking and cutting heart as a knife; cold swearing on the clothes list; Pour the wine, smash it, and toast to Nanshan. Reminiscent of the warmth of the past. Can only swallow a bite of pain. Unconsciously, I was deeply drunk and fell into a nightmare.

5. There will be no suffering in the world. There will always be happiness. Maybe it is only now that I have not arrived. I believe that happiness will come when it is appropriate. I only hope that we can greet this with a complete heart after repair. Our happiness. Because of love, I chose to leave. Leave with a warm heart and a bright smile. Don't leave sorrow and stress to you, hurt, one person is enough, don't add people, add sorrow.

6, time is always so rushed, forgotten, we have not carefully reminiscent, never carefully read. Indulge in the time when the story slips away, leaving countless feelings and gratitude, feeling the ruthlessness of the years, too many old people, evolving the guest, too many stories, the ending of fantasy, and finally the end of the song, and become eternal Can't get rid of nightmares. I am grateful for the beautiful, happy delusions that met in the wandering of the journey, as well as the laughter that is left in the ear.

7. In love, everyone is equal. Understanding each other, respecting each other, and trusting each other can be regarded as true love. The hand of the child is the one that everyone is yearning for. Not entangled, not tied, love that is not possessed is the most beautiful love. Then, never give up, and join hands to spend the red dust years.

8. This may be a complete and lengthy transformation, a reincarnation of past and present. Let yourself be beautiful when you are beautiful. When you are about to be thankful, you will use Jing Jing to show the glory of the past. This is a process of how to make a decision. This is a painful crack. Finally, with a static beauty, calmly accept the baptism of the years, and then wait, the next brilliant.

9. In this long dark night, you will hide your loneliness. The first sad song was repeated and sung. The past and the past have been broadcasted over and over again, but they are no longer complete. What blurs the line of sight, what is holding my heart. Enduring the pain of the heart, slowly closing your eyes and feeling the persevering atmosphere in the whole space. Gradually, it seems that after a century, I finally feel the pain of the cone. Slowly open your eyes and your eyes are clear.

10. In the unpredictable reunion, we always meet in a dramatic way. In the end, we are always embarrassed and give others a state of deep thought. Maybe my persistence is a kind of harm to you. In fact, I am not what it is. It’s just that many people don’t need to see each other because they just pass by. Forgetting is the best memory we give to each other. And we can't do it.

11. Some things are not ignorant, but don't want to know; some words, not to say, but not to say; some hurt, not painless, but do not dare to hurt; some people, not do not love, but can not love; The dust of the world, the mirror flower, is annihilated in the red dust; the more prosperous carols are just the phantom water moon, no one can keep the night and evening; so, it is better to walk in the sun, ignore the entanglement in The cumbersome thing of the heart, go with your heart.

12, there is pain in love, how many times have been heartbreaking, how many times the tears are exhausted. Slowly, we grow up in the hurt and continue to be strong in pain. Some of the mistakes that have been made are too late to explain, while others are deliberately hiding. Look back. It was discovered that the memories that were once deliberately retained have gradually blurred in the passage of time.

13, Yong Ye, lonely hometown feelings. In a light flower, relying alone. Looking at the middle, the moon is unfolding, the green hills are thin and thin, and the court is dark. Listening to the West Wind, the peach is bald, who teaches the red face. The wind shakes Liu Yi, Lai Yi reclining, squatting in a leisurely mood, cheering on the sleeves, taking an inch of thoughts. Shu Hui looked back, drunk this bunch of warmth in the old place, watching the leisure clouds and melodious.

14, a pillow residual lamp, do not sleep alone. At the end of the day, the enemy is not exposed to frost and dyed Huafa. The sword is dull, solemnly murdered, ruined by years, and lingering for a few moments. The flowers are unintentional, unreasonable, and unrequited, and the love is empty, the heavens and the earth are lingering, the thoughts are always, and the more beautiful. The old legend of the old.

15. A paragraph of thoughts, a sad music, a residual load, and a flower that opens to the shackles can make people feel uncomfortable in the sad atmosphere. Sensual people will always be touched by some beautiful things, like those sad sentences, knowing that the beauty is a poison, but they can't refuse it. If they encounter it, they will be infected without immunity. The sadness in the text is a kind of feminine.

16. In love, there is no right or wrong. How many people are willing to be lonely, how many people are full of sentimental injuries, how many people are fighting for the world, how many people are willing to live. Love is a kind of dedication, a kind of obsession. Desperate, a vigorous love, and it seems to flow in the years, to control its changes. Love is like a chess game. Once you fall in love, you will never regret it.

17, a hundred strangers, very far-sighted, the other side of the flowers, thousands of miles of smoke and cold sounds, the branches of the willows are blowing less, and the disputes are reliant on the grass. The grief of contention is a few. The unreasonable Bodhi, the red dust of the world, the loneliness, the two sleeves, the shadows, the stunned, the broken steps, the wine invites the wind to accompany, the tears and tears, the sighs, the days are not old, the love is not, the lovesickness How much is the engraving? Old hate, old people do not ask.

18. After you left, I fell in love with the railing. The sun sets, leaning against the railings, watching the waters faint, sending ships coming and going, but no one is your figure. I don't know what kind of patience, I actually learned to wait, quietly relying on three-inch time, facing the sunset, and telling the mind that no one knows. This should have been said to you, because no one but you can understand, but after you leave, thousands of thoughts can only be said to listen to the wind and the moon. While waiting, I finally understood the helplessness of "Acacia at the end of the tree, and I don’t know if I hate Junjun." However, I also used my thoughts to make a breeze, and I came to the heart. I was waiting for the joy of expectation.

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