Literary and small fresh sentences
1. What is the most true? Remove the mask, put down the burden, and live the self. For a flower, you can talk to yourself to the dark; for a tree, you can empty yourself to the evening; for a leaf, you can gaze into tears. A pure me, a sly me, is the truest self.
2, the predecessor of the Bodhi under the incense, and you exchange for a happy, so look forward to the red dust, can have a plain and close, it is happy. Seeking to rely on the building to listen to the simplicity of the wind and rain, just look down on the ordinary of the rivers and lakes, just laughing and listening to the calm of the rain and rain, swearing and voicing to the heart of the intestines, looking at the two insatiable, with two-and-two attitudes, repairing the hedgehog Keep an Enron, a total of the piano, and pour the tenderness of his life, facing the sea, spring blossoms.
3, 缱绻 poetry, painted in the palm of the hand; half bright, hung between the eyebrows; half sad, hidden in the heart. In the hand, Yu Mei, Yu Xin, from the outside to the inside, to create a real, without impurities.
4, people on the road, there are many things, involuntarily; there are many met, never forget. Dreaming in the sky, dreaming in front of me, looking for dreams, sailing the sea; chasing the wind, product a leisurely. The flow of years is shallow, even if the road ahead is thorny, to embrace everything in the mood of the sea, to examine life in the open-mindedness of the sea, to paint the joys, sorrows and sorrows of life into thousands of turns of the soul, when the mood splashes, The red dust smiles, isn't it a kind of transcendence and happiness that we comprehend? !
5. If the years are a song, then we are singers. Even if we are lonely, we will still be stubborn. If we say that the years are a journey, then we are the walkers, and we will do our dreams and make our lives full. How long is life? What kind of affection should be used to explain the flow of the year? Standing in front of the sea, it is not only the smallness of the sea of the sea, but also the majestic soup of Haohao soup. It is quietly confronted with the sea, the abundance is the dream, the ampoule is the heart...
6. If there is a fate in the past, I would like every song to scream and sorrow my sorrow, waiting for you to come. If there is a dream in this world, I would like to make a wish for you sincerely. Your life is the warmest in my life. Your smile is my biggest wish. I only hope that you will go to this prosperous encounter. In the gentleness of your water, you will step by step and be in harmony with each other.
7. In life, the only remaining beauty gradually disappears. I want to hold on to everything in the past, only to find that the tighter the grip, the faster. I was lost in tears at the corner of the years, and I was already stunned by my left and right.
8. The road ahead is still far away. It is doomed that we still have to wander. We have been searching for our own land for countless times. We want to put our souls aground, and we are not afraid of it. We are not afraid of thorns. We just don’t know the goal of dreams. How far.
9, the past is the past, such as smoke as a dream, want to come to the shallow, but deep love. Inscribed in the mark of time, witnessed the regrets of the past.
10, the product is a floral, folded for a while, painted on my face, let the world see; broken a paper herb, a trace of sadness, hidden in the heart. Once you and I cut the window candle in the huts of the Jiangnan water town; once you and I were leaning under the botanical Bodhi; once I grinded your pen under the stars of the moonlit night... How many times, my Low complaints, your whispers, all the time, lingering in the days of flowers, in those days, we have the most ignorant, purest love.
11, facing the sea, spring blossoms, give your heart a harbor, the wind is full of rain and laughter; give your heart a blue, look for ambiguity, quiet thinking.
12, floor-to-ceiling windows, windows, sprinkled a place bright, outside the window, proliferating the green of the earth, the tassels on the curtains, fluttering, the most beautiful at the moment. At this time, just carefully understand, the most beautiful and beautiful in the quiet.
13, the coolness slowly drenched my memories, the little girl who is facing the sky, the girl who buried the flowers in the next day, the woman who used to fill the gaps in the mind with words, now, has been difficult to trace.
14, see through, quiet, lock quiet, will be buried there, let the window outside the red wine, the grass grows long, let the tired heart, quietly inhabited in the flowing water, throwing away the world.
15. In the late autumn when I am full of face, I can get rid of a burnout and embark on a journey alone. It’s not too late in the evening, I am accompanied by rain, light railroad tracks, I am waiting for the window, watching the scene change of the window, illusion of fascination, woven into a stream of light, bombing my heart and salty... only Waiting. Late autumn. Rain. Come to dreams.
16. You will never leave, you will not see my regret, my regretful heart. There is no room for sadness, and I have no regrets at the beginning. I can’t keep you, and I can’t keep the love that we shake.
17, 掬 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧The stagnation of Huai’s stagnation is performed in the silent place.
18, the rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the scattered water, the dream of the past and present. I don't know if there is any overlap in the memory. After combing the present life, I will quietly open a water lotus in the lotus lake. Not glamorous, not fragrant, only faintly open, guarding their own time. Looking at the long years, carving the old look, still feeling like yesterday, not sad, not worried. Looking at the sunset in the west, Ying Ying smiled, as warm and beautiful as the first.
19. Perhaps the most beautiful time in the sky is not when the morning glows, but the vastness of the clear sky; perhaps, the sea is the most vast time when the waves are not flowing, but the water and the sky are far-reaching; perhaps, flowers The most beautiful time is not full of mountains, but
20, flowers bloom, but a distance, joys and sorrows, but also the quicksand in the time, hold it, then cherish; scattered, they will no longer be tempted.
21, the red dust is long, buried who is deeply in love? A roll of Danqing, who disturbed a piece of love? Acacia, a resentful person who has a passionate eye? I hope that I will not wear the bleakness of the end of the song; write the ups and downs of the end of the life; Who poured my city, who is my heart? Since then, that touch of face is forgotten in the end of the world, the past life incense, but with you missed the enthusiasm of the world, such as the League of Oath is a dream around the yellow beam.
22, the Buddha said, there is nothing outside the heart, is the house is seeking, only when you miss. Perhaps, eager to pursue the final to make themselves physically and mentally exhausted, perhaps attacking the mind and ultimately make themselves secular and mediocre.
23, know the sentiment, open the heart in a timely manner, let the long-lost sunshine of the heart, bathe in the dazzling eyes, let the wind blow, let the rain hit, hold a piety, in the quiet, worship the fragrance everywhere Full diameter.
24, from the beginning of life, see the first sunshine, you have been by my side, grow up with me, through the ups and downs of life, sometimes decadent, sometimes sad, you are silently patted my shoulders Sometimes happy, sometimes happy, you will fly as I dance.
25, the Zen room is spotless, a cup of light tea turns from hot to cold. The futon, the wooden fish, and the scriptures tell the loneliness of the Buddha, but it is also the ethereal calmness of seeing the red dust. Listening to a Sanskrit sound, watching the clock engraved with Sanskrit, the heart is unconsciously infected, becoming clear and quiet. I think, in the past, I must have been a dust in the temple. I listened to the Sanskrit every day and listened to the teachings of the Buddha. The heart is Bodhi, and it is still a bitter to laugh.
26, the pen's broken words, full of heart. Feeling with you bit by bit, those happy faces can only be quietly missed in the years of illusion.
2, the predecessor of the Bodhi under the incense, and you exchange for a happy, so look forward to the red dust, can have a plain and close, it is happy. Seeking to rely on the building to listen to the simplicity of the wind and rain, just look down on the ordinary of the rivers and lakes, just laughing and listening to the calm of the rain and rain, swearing and voicing to the heart of the intestines, looking at the two insatiable, with two-and-two attitudes, repairing the hedgehog Keep an Enron, a total of the piano, and pour the tenderness of his life, facing the sea, spring blossoms.
3, 缱绻 poetry, painted in the palm of the hand; half bright, hung between the eyebrows; half sad, hidden in the heart. In the hand, Yu Mei, Yu Xin, from the outside to the inside, to create a real, without impurities.
4, people on the road, there are many things, involuntarily; there are many met, never forget. Dreaming in the sky, dreaming in front of me, looking for dreams, sailing the sea; chasing the wind, product a leisurely. The flow of years is shallow, even if the road ahead is thorny, to embrace everything in the mood of the sea, to examine life in the open-mindedness of the sea, to paint the joys, sorrows and sorrows of life into thousands of turns of the soul, when the mood splashes, The red dust smiles, isn't it a kind of transcendence and happiness that we comprehend? !
5. If the years are a song, then we are singers. Even if we are lonely, we will still be stubborn. If we say that the years are a journey, then we are the walkers, and we will do our dreams and make our lives full. How long is life? What kind of affection should be used to explain the flow of the year? Standing in front of the sea, it is not only the smallness of the sea of the sea, but also the majestic soup of Haohao soup. It is quietly confronted with the sea, the abundance is the dream, the ampoule is the heart...
6. If there is a fate in the past, I would like every song to scream and sorrow my sorrow, waiting for you to come. If there is a dream in this world, I would like to make a wish for you sincerely. Your life is the warmest in my life. Your smile is my biggest wish. I only hope that you will go to this prosperous encounter. In the gentleness of your water, you will step by step and be in harmony with each other.
7. In life, the only remaining beauty gradually disappears. I want to hold on to everything in the past, only to find that the tighter the grip, the faster. I was lost in tears at the corner of the years, and I was already stunned by my left and right.
8. The road ahead is still far away. It is doomed that we still have to wander. We have been searching for our own land for countless times. We want to put our souls aground, and we are not afraid of it. We are not afraid of thorns. We just don’t know the goal of dreams. How far.
9, the past is the past, such as smoke as a dream, want to come to the shallow, but deep love. Inscribed in the mark of time, witnessed the regrets of the past.
10, the product is a floral, folded for a while, painted on my face, let the world see; broken a paper herb, a trace of sadness, hidden in the heart. Once you and I cut the window candle in the huts of the Jiangnan water town; once you and I were leaning under the botanical Bodhi; once I grinded your pen under the stars of the moonlit night... How many times, my Low complaints, your whispers, all the time, lingering in the days of flowers, in those days, we have the most ignorant, purest love.
11, facing the sea, spring blossoms, give your heart a harbor, the wind is full of rain and laughter; give your heart a blue, look for ambiguity, quiet thinking.
12, floor-to-ceiling windows, windows, sprinkled a place bright, outside the window, proliferating the green of the earth, the tassels on the curtains, fluttering, the most beautiful at the moment. At this time, just carefully understand, the most beautiful and beautiful in the quiet.
13, the coolness slowly drenched my memories, the little girl who is facing the sky, the girl who buried the flowers in the next day, the woman who used to fill the gaps in the mind with words, now, has been difficult to trace.
14, see through, quiet, lock quiet, will be buried there, let the window outside the red wine, the grass grows long, let the tired heart, quietly inhabited in the flowing water, throwing away the world.
15. In the late autumn when I am full of face, I can get rid of a burnout and embark on a journey alone. It’s not too late in the evening, I am accompanied by rain, light railroad tracks, I am waiting for the window, watching the scene change of the window, illusion of fascination, woven into a stream of light, bombing my heart and salty... only Waiting. Late autumn. Rain. Come to dreams.
16. You will never leave, you will not see my regret, my regretful heart. There is no room for sadness, and I have no regrets at the beginning. I can’t keep you, and I can’t keep the love that we shake.
17, 掬 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧 捧The stagnation of Huai’s stagnation is performed in the silent place.
18, the rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the scattered water, the dream of the past and present. I don't know if there is any overlap in the memory. After combing the present life, I will quietly open a water lotus in the lotus lake. Not glamorous, not fragrant, only faintly open, guarding their own time. Looking at the long years, carving the old look, still feeling like yesterday, not sad, not worried. Looking at the sunset in the west, Ying Ying smiled, as warm and beautiful as the first.
19. Perhaps the most beautiful time in the sky is not when the morning glows, but the vastness of the clear sky; perhaps, the sea is the most vast time when the waves are not flowing, but the water and the sky are far-reaching; perhaps, flowers The most beautiful time is not full of mountains, but
20, flowers bloom, but a distance, joys and sorrows, but also the quicksand in the time, hold it, then cherish; scattered, they will no longer be tempted.
21, the red dust is long, buried who is deeply in love? A roll of Danqing, who disturbed a piece of love? Acacia, a resentful person who has a passionate eye? I hope that I will not wear the bleakness of the end of the song; write the ups and downs of the end of the life; Who poured my city, who is my heart? Since then, that touch of face is forgotten in the end of the world, the past life incense, but with you missed the enthusiasm of the world, such as the League of Oath is a dream around the yellow beam.
22, the Buddha said, there is nothing outside the heart, is the house is seeking, only when you miss. Perhaps, eager to pursue the final to make themselves physically and mentally exhausted, perhaps attacking the mind and ultimately make themselves secular and mediocre.
23, know the sentiment, open the heart in a timely manner, let the long-lost sunshine of the heart, bathe in the dazzling eyes, let the wind blow, let the rain hit, hold a piety, in the quiet, worship the fragrance everywhere Full diameter.
24, from the beginning of life, see the first sunshine, you have been by my side, grow up with me, through the ups and downs of life, sometimes decadent, sometimes sad, you are silently patted my shoulders Sometimes happy, sometimes happy, you will fly as I dance.
25, the Zen room is spotless, a cup of light tea turns from hot to cold. The futon, the wooden fish, and the scriptures tell the loneliness of the Buddha, but it is also the ethereal calmness of seeing the red dust. Listening to a Sanskrit sound, watching the clock engraved with Sanskrit, the heart is unconsciously infected, becoming clear and quiet. I think, in the past, I must have been a dust in the temple. I listened to the Sanskrit every day and listened to the teachings of the Buddha. The heart is Bodhi, and it is still a bitter to laugh.
26, the pen's broken words, full of heart. Feeling with you bit by bit, those happy faces can only be quietly missed in the years of illusion.
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