Xi Murong

· If it rains after the rain, if it is still sad after sorrow, please let me calmly face this and leave with a smile and continue to find a person who can’t appear again.

· When everything is over, I know that I will unload the burden of your heart. Please forgive me. My life is to be constantly hurt and constantly recovering the world. It is still a orchard that is waiting tenderly for me. Such a green life like a blue tree could have been so peaceful and beautiful.

· When you are young, if you fall in love with someone, please, please treat him tenderly. No matter how long or how long you love each other, if you can always treat each other gently, then all moments will be an innocent beauty. If you have to separate, you should also say goodbye and have a thank you in your heart, thank you for giving me a memory. When you grow up, you will know that in the moment of looking back, there will be no regrets for the youth without resentment, such as the quiet full moon on the hill.

· I always want to go with you on that beautiful mountain road. There are soft winds and white clouds. You are listening to me by my side. My request is actually very small. As long as there is such a summer, just walk through. The day and night that I greeted at that time were all unacceptable arrangements. There were so many trivial mistakes that slowly separated us slowly so that I finally understood all the joys and sorrows tonight. I have become an ashes. I can’t walk with you.

· When you leave or say nothing that you have said silently, I have forgotten that I have pinched my crying on the pages of the book. It seems that the few jasmines we were young may have turned from occasionally in a dusk after many years. There is no fragrance in the open page, and there is no sound outside the window. At that time, it may be falling with fine fine rain.

· Actually, I am looking forward to it. It’s just that moment. I never asked you to give me your life. If you can meet you on the hillside full of gardenia, if you can love it once, then don’t leave it for a long time. The whole life is not just a short moment when I look back - Xi Murong's famous sentence

· Not all dreams come true. Not all words can tell you that guilt and remorse are always planted deeply in the heart of separation. Although they say that the world will eventually become empty, I am not determined to miss, but I have always been In this way, I missed the flower-filled yesterday and I have to miss the present. I still have to repeat the same thing. I will become a stranger. I will go deep into you in the hustle and bustle. Please cherish for me. Although they say that the world will eventually Will eventually become empty

· I believe that the essence of love is like the simplicity and gentleness of life. I believe that all the reflections and contrasts of light and shadow. I believe that the flowers of the tree are only derived from a seed in the snow. I believe that the three hundred poems are only recurring. The word that I couldn’t say at the time I believe in all the arrangements of God. I also believe that if you are willing to go with me to trace the source of the distant and humble, we will finally understand each other.

· There must be something that I can't understand. Otherwise, how can the grass grow in sequence? The birds can fly back to the hometown. There must be something that I can't help. Otherwise, how can the day and night alternate so fast. All the moments have missed the sadness. I have something in my heart. After the fall, what I have to give up is the diary at the age of sixteen or the beautiful lilies of my life that I have hidden for a lifetime.

· Beautiful dreams are as good as beautiful poems. They are often in the most unpredictable moments. I like dreams. In dreams, everything can be restarted. Everything can be explained slowly. I can feel the ecstasy and gratitude of all the wasted time when I can return. I am filled with happiness just because you smile at me just before my eyes. I really like that dream. I know that you have traveled for me. Thousands of miles, but I feel that the grass is delicious and colorful. It seems that you and I met at first.

· Xi Murong said: We are all dramas, in the stories of others, flowing their own tears! ——Xi Murong Quotations

· There are many things in this world. You think that you can do it tomorrow. Many people, you think you can see you again. So, when you temporarily put your hands down, or temporarily turn around, all in your heart is just tomorrow. Hope that will reunite, sometimes even this hope will not be felt. Because, you think that since the day comes like this day, of course, it should be like this day by day. Yesterday, today, tomorrow should be no different. But there will be such a moment when you turn around and let go, sometimes things change completely. The sun is falling, and before it reopens, some people will never say goodbye to you. . . . . .

· Youth without resentment will have no regrets

· If a person can really reincarnate, if there is a reincarnation in the world, then, I love, what was our previous life?

· I hope that I am looking forward to it. It’s just that moment. I never asked you to give me your life. If you can meet you on the hillside full of gardenia, if you can love it once, then don’t leave it. A long life is not just a short moment when you look back.

· I have no poetry in the world, no more flowers, no rain, no rain, no seasons, please don't cry, all the helpless love, Yu Yu has been put back to the world and suddenly wakes up that thousands of hundred are all known roads. Going down with the crowd, just smile to the end, my weak heart, please try to forget, please don’t cry anymore - Xi Murong quotation

· This life will no longer see you just for goodbye. It’s not your heart. You’re never reappearing, just the vicissitudes of the sun, the moon and the year.

· The day has passed, my tears are on the sand, and the last sentence is written. If there is an afterlife, please pay attention to finding a woman who writes poems on the sand.

· What is floating in my heart is a floating cloud. Although you say that you love me or don’t love you, even if you choose those difficult words, they will be arranged repeatedly. Even if you say friends, you will feel like me. Understand that although you become happy or indifferent, even if you try to wear all the complicated masks and take some tortuous roads, you will understand the feelings of your friends, even though you have changed your friends, despite the unpredictable feelings. I only know friends, you are my first and last love in the happy starry sky, I am yours, I am your eternal wanderer, wandering for a lifetime, quietly guarding your tenderness, your happiness, but friends drifting in I don’t think you can pass the mood of the wanderer in the corridor of the star. You can understand that you love forever.

· Carefully filled with flowers. It’s all my hopes in the past. The trembling leaves are my waiting enthusiasm. Friends who fell behind you are not petals. I am dying.

· The feast is a waning thing that is inexplicable. It’s the inexplicable sadness in memory. It’s a feast in memory. It’s a drunk that can’t be drunk, but it’s a drunk.

· All the endings have been written, all the tears have also started, but suddenly forgot what is the beginning of the old summer that is no longer coming back. No matter how I go to pursue young, you are just like a cloud Afterwards, your smiling face is extremely shallow and faint. It is gradually hidden in the group after the sunset. The fate of the yellow page is bound to be extremely poor. With tears, I read it again and I have to admit that youth is too rush. book of

· If I was only in the world to meet you only once for the sweetness and sorrow of the billions of light years, then let everything happen in an instant. I bowed and thanked all the planets for their help. I met you and left you to complete a poem made by God and then slowly grow old.

· As the song board must have something that I can't understand, or how the grass will grow in sequence and the birds can fly back to the hometown. There must be something that I can't help, or how the day and night alternate so fast. I have missed my grief and my heart

· Don't refuse to say the beautiful vows because you may change. Don't dare to ask for a sympathy. If there is a separation, there will always be something left to stay. Let's stay and make an immortal mark. People who don’t know each other can also know how I have loved you deeply.

· In this way, bow down and say goodbye, how can there be any river in the world that can really turn back? Just like the autumn grassland, the yellow grasses are dying together. Let’s meet again. Let’s forget each other. Only the wild wind always refuses to stop. Always in the forest in the forest next to the strange street corner in my mottled heart sweeping across the ah, those falling like autumn leaves like memories - Xi Murong famous words

· How many unpredictable moments in life! I finally understood, I don’t have to struggle to pursue the one that has been missed. There is only the door in the memory of the past. Going forward, how many doors are waiting for me to open one by one, and life should be How many different surprises and hopes there are.

· Although every morning, I still open the window to visit each summer, there will still be jasmine fragrance. But what has been lost? In the crowded city street, in the twilight of the rushing, my young heart will have the scent of jasmine but some What has been lost

· Love, it turns out that there is no name. What is waiting before the encounter is its name.

· The song of my hometown is a Qingyuan flute always on the night of the moon, but the face of the hometown is a vague look. It’s like a wave in the fog. It’s a home without a tree.

· If you fall in love with someone when you are young, please treat her tenderly, no matter how long or how long you love each other - Xi Murong's famous sentence

· The moment of snow melting When she is asleep, he is walking on the snowy road and craving the old star cluster and hiding in front of the river where the ice cubes collide with each other.

· When she was asleep, he was walking on the snowy road and thirsty for the old star clusters and whispering her name in front of the river where the ice cubes collided with each other. In the night of the southern country, everything was as usual, except for a few feet of fatigue. The petals fell in front of her window

· In fact, the pen is very early there. In order to give us a timely warning, it is earlier than any of us. We finally came together, but we didn't know how long the pen holder waited. We think that all happiness and joy are all right, thinking that the blue of the mountains and the green of the water are not surprising, thinking that if they really love each other, they will never be separated.

· In fact, the water pen is very early there, but the sea breeze blows my white clothes, the years are long, the young heart, can not understand the anxiety and sadness of the pen. Tears · Moonlight can’t forget the tears in your eyes that reflect the moon between the clouds.

· Last night, rain and rain invaded the ridiculous mountains of the distant mountains. The woods of the little Acacia covered the blue shades of your grave. This morning, the sky was clear, and the wilderness of the valley was ridiculous. The Buddha is on your grave is the white-headed grass - Xi Murong's famous sayings

· At dusk, who will go to the grave to identify the broken tombstone. I have forgotten the location of the burial. I only remember when I was crying. I chose a bunch of hyacinths in the direction of the sun. I shouldn’t shed tears. Not necessarily why you must be a weeping man

· It’s been a few hundred years. This long dream has not yet been awakened, but I hope that reality will become an old fairy tale. You just have to sleep for a hundred years. I will accompany you to let the wild rose blossom on us so that the red-breasted bird will make a nest in our hair. It’s been a century after rest in our pleats, but it’s just a dream.

· The mountain shadows of the distant mountains engulfed you and swallowed my melancholy heart. I went back through the fuzzy deer shadows in the pine forest. What flowers are why the nights are always tears?

· Tomorrow, tomorrow, next to the mountains, Shang Yue, gentle and solemn, Yu Lei, from the deep valley, heavy stacks, my double eyes, and my love, let me alone, crossing this strange valley, through the deep depressed space, I was crying in the past.

· I don’t want to write these strange poems again. You don’t want to be a poet in your life, but the love that belongs to me is so beautiful. How can I not be poetic in my heart? My verses like broken chains are incomplete but every bead— —Xi Murong's famous sentence

· I can't stop my pen's thoughts. I can't stop the spring rain. Although it will be full of mud, it will also wash the jasmine's small flower heart.

· Let me believe that dear, this is my story, it seems to make me believe that flower blossoms are the history of the whole spring.

· If you can forget, then I should be able to freeze all the tears in my heart or smear them on the innocent sky of summer night.

· And when the wind is blowing, I don’t care about the tight tights and protect me. I still sing in the heart and don’t let the autumn eavesdrop.

· Only for those who can't grow in the snow, I can't say the whole life. I hope that I am a transplanted conifer. Dear, you are the homeland of the northern winter. Why can I lock my heart and why I can't lock my love? And sadness, why in the long life, the joy is always the only thing that rushes to the most urgency is the most beautiful time - Xi Murong's famous sentence

· When I guessed the answer, I realized that the feast had been scattered and everything had passed. The feast has been scattered, and everyone has gone far, and you are among the crowds, and the twilight is deep and can no longer be recognized and will not meet again.

· But just before the moment, the garden is still full of joy and laughter, but I can't go in. They gave me a mystery, asked me to guess, guess right, to meet with you, to give me a love of hope. When I guessed the answer, I realized that everything had passed and the years had already changed the puzzle.

· The short song opened on the mountain road where no one passed, and the woman in front of the mirror stared at it for a long time.

· Her fragrant and beautiful beauty in the mirror, and the wet season and the soft heart are the kind of love that is often remembered when people are too late.

· I love to look back at the trail that came tonight to discover that our days have been in a completely different way, and the blueprints that have been meticulously detailed as far as the visions that have been so enthusiastically planned have been taken. The youth that once thirst for it to appear has never come yet - Xi Murong's famous sentence

· Always go through the morning after the fade, you will find out how beautiful and how lonely I was when I was outside your window last night. I only know that you have missed the last night. Month

· We can't go wrong in one step, but sometimes you will suddenly forget that you will also come back and ask about the lotus flower and the traces of the mountain moon that year. How can I answer you? The forest fire has turned out to be sad.

· Be careful, we can't go wrong in one step. All the years have become an illusory myth. Let it be green grass, and the flowers will finally fall. In the faint of falling, who can give me a satisfaction? Solution

· Farewell to you, isolated on the high ridge, if you are wrong from the beginning, why is it so wrong?

· If you are the tearful shooter, I am the white bird who is determined not to dodge again. Just wait for the arrow to break into the air and shoot into my already broken heart. If you are the only shooter in the world who can hurt me. Murong famous words

· I am the joy and sorrow of all your youthful years. It’s like the last cloud is hidden in the infinite blue sky. So let me die under your hand as if I can finally die in you. In the arms

· One day you will read my heart under the lamp and the night is very deep and quiet. It seems that everything has passed. The hustle and bustle of the young and the wandering mountain winds and sea waves have finally stopped.

· The night fog outside the window is full of all the joys and sorrows. It has been like a colorful butterfly. The years are no longer coming back. No matter how stubborn I have been waiting for you, I can only leave you with a thin and thin collection of poems.

· In our world, time is the meridian, space is the weft, and a series of sorrows and joys are carefully and carefully woven, and we have a very regular erroneous erroneous. In every corner, there is actually a secret mark in every knot. At that time, we didn't know it, but when we looked back, we suddenly found out that everything was in sight, and we realized the pain and sorrow with a smile. Come here. In such a moment of looking back, time stays and never dies. The stream flowing through the shadows of the ferns and wild peony is still young, the sky is covered with clouds, and my heart is filled with the love and care you give me.

· Crossroads, if I really loved you, I won't forget, of course, I still have to go down and say that the weather is so good and gentle, I can still smile tiredly in the sun - Xi Murong's Quotations

· Saying that life is really ordinary and there are no twists and turns and sorrows. But if I really love you, I will not forget that you are young at this crossroad. I have waved away from here.

· I am a clear river to bypass your sandbar. On the clear summer day, there are many white clouds in the afternoon. Your green clothes are floating in my heart and like a gentle water grass with sweet pain. review

· I will flow through and no longer return to this life, I will not be able to meet you again. I know that winter will come to the future, and the sorrows and sorrows of the two sides will be like the clouds leaving only the stars in the distant horizon.

· I will flow into the sea before the ice, and I will remind you of you in the dark and lonely sea. You and your green clothes.

· It’s not that I am willing to be so old. It’s just that day and night continually urge you to take away from me to the distance that I can’t reach even if I reach out – Xi Murong’s famous sentence

· The illusion and reality of tragedy is not really old. If you really go old, how can I still have a ecstasy when I meet again?

· Therefore, when you hesitate to look back, you don’t really forget that if you really forget the moonlight, you can have tenderness in your eyes.

· But it doesn’t seem to really care if you’ve really thought about it, how can you shake your hands and smile, then smile and say that you’re quietly watching me again.

· Open a fragrant mountain lily without a fight, quietly open in my heart, no one knows its existence. Its whiteness is only when my wanderer is smiling on the lonely road.

· You have washed my pen with tears so that I can draw a mist of rain in the pool tonight. In the fragrant corner of my heart, you will sculpt a dream that will never fade with you. - Xi Murong's famous sentence

· What is the real thing? Where is it going? Where are you going forever? You say, even if you say that you love me or don’t love you, even if you choose those difficult words, they will be arranged repeatedly. Tizia, your mood, I will understand that although you become happy or indifferent, even though you try to wear all the complicated masks, take some tortuous roads. Even if you go to do it, I will understand your mood.

· In the world, despite the changes, friends and friends, despite the unpredictable mind, I only know that Letizia, you are my first and last love, in the happy starry sky, I am yours, I am your eternal wanderer.

· Use your wandering life to quietly guard your happiness and your gentle mood. But Leticia drifts in the corridor of the stars, but you can't pass the mood of the wanderer. Let's understand.

· If a person can reincarnate, if there is a reincarnation in the world, then, I love, what was our previous life? If you were a woman from Jiangnan, I will be the one you missed under your wrist. If you were the urchin of the truant, I will be the new marble that fell from your bag. In the grass by the roadside, I will see you without any knowledge. If the year was once the sorghum of the wall, I will be the scent of the temple, burning, and accompanying you for a quiet time. Therefore, in this life, I always feel that some of the fronts are not exhaustive, but they are very embarrassing. I can’t distinguish them carefully and I can’t tell you one by one.

· They said that putting a small alum in the water would precipitate all the dregs. So if you put a poem in our hearts, you can also precipitate all the yesterdays.

· In the chemistry class, there is a kind of test paper that turns acid and red. When it turns green, it turns blue. I hope that I can have a test strip in my life. I can try out the kind of joys and sorrows that are entangled in front of me.

· What is the long wait? If you have exhausted thousands of sails, you will finally appear. When thousands of sails are exhausted, you will come to the opposite of your smile. It’s true and unbelievable.

· Baizhou, Baizhou, I only have a heart that is full of sorrows and sorrows. I found out that all the yesterdays are an indispensable arrangement. I just want to let you tenderly and pitifully hold me into the arms. When I am coming, I will hide all the sourness. It’s just on the Baizhou. It’s like a cloud floating on the white continent. It’s my faint sorrow.

· After the sorrowful showers, like the clouds, you must forgive and forgive the unreasonable sorrow of a woman.

· When you leave or say nothing, you have forgotten that I have pinched my crying on the pages of the book. It seems that some of the jasmines we were young may have turned from accidentally in a dusk after many years. There is no fragrance in the open page, and there is no sound outside the window. At that time, it may be falling with fine fine rain - Xi Murong's famous sentence

· When everything will pass, I know that I will slowly unload the burden of your heart. Please forgive me. My life is to be constantly hurt and constantly recovering. The world is still waiting for me to mature. Orchard, such a blue tree, such a green life can be so peaceful and beautiful.

· I always wanted to go with you on that beautiful path. There are soft winds, white clouds, and you are by my side, listening to my heart of happiness and gratitude. My request is actually very small, as long as there has been such a summer, as long as you have passed, such a time. And the rushing to me, day after night, but there are some unreasonable arrangements, there are so many trivial mistakes, slowly slowly separating us, let me tonight, finally understand. All the joys and sorrows have become ashes, and I can't walk with you in the world.

· After this moment, there is always an unfinished time in the ancient simple time. The night water in the night is the moonlight on the mountain. I repeatedly and repeatedly let my weak heart always look forward to the place where I can’t find shelter.

· At this time, you finished it with the silent silence of the scenery, but I found it in the tears that could not be stopped. After that, the youth finally stopped returning to the mountain road.

· I seem to have promised to go with you on that beautiful mountain road. You said that the slope is full of new tea and a fine acacia tree. I seem to have promised you to comb me under a light on a distant spring afternoon and tonight. The white hair suddenly remembered some promises that could not be fulfilled. Some unexplained sorrows. On the mountain road, are you still waiting for me, I am still eager to look around - Xi Murong's famous sentence

· Toast to love. When it comes, I can only do it. Welcome to the front. It’s the sweet smell of incredible people. It’s gone and disappears. How do you describe who believes? Love toast, when it is going, I can only do it.

· In the lush season, because of the loss of flowers, because of your return, I sang with tears, but it’s just an apocalyptic song. But suddenly, because of the light of the curtain, I found out that my song was actually due to the applause of everyone. Brilliance in this play

· I finally know that in the autumn that this leaf will be finished, I finally know what it means to be tempted to always appear in a beautiful position. The moment I can’t watch out is the fate that can’t be accepted or rejected. No matter which choice. Tearing me makes me deeply regret the day when the leaves finally come to an end.

· Spring is back and I can't go back. Even though it is still the night of the night, the road and the same color of the street tree all the sprouts have been earned and I can't go back. When all the problems are no longer possible. The answer to me is beautiful again.

· Moonlight as water is a waste. I really can't go back. It's better to be here with you. Please understand my helplessness from my smile. I feel the slight pain in my heart when I go back in spring. Xi Mu Rong's famous sayings

· Just bow down and say goodbye to the world. Is there any river that really can turn back? It’s like the autumn grassland, and the yellow grasses are dying together. Let’s meet again. Let’s forget each other. Only the wild wind always refuses to stop. I was in a hurry in the forest, beside the mountain road, in the strange corner of the street, sweeping through my mottled hearts, those falling like autumn leaves.

· I have no poetry in the world, no more flowers, no rain, no rain, no seasons, please don't cry, all the helpless love, Yu Yu has returned to the world and suddenly wakes up that thousands of thousands of roads are known. Go with the crowd, just walk to the end with a smile, my weak heart, please try to forget, please don’t cry again.

· When the spring comes again, the wild lily that has been forgotten will still grow in the same valley, and there will still be the former musk in the shade of the fern. But no one will remember the joy we and we have had. And sadness, the time goes further and further, and finally there are only a few poems and one touch left.

· The long-lasting encounter with the United States will end in the same way. It is time to say goodbye. On the head of this ancient ferry, it is already a long day. It’s time to say goodbye, you gently hold my hand, and I waited silently, waiting for fate to separate us.

· Please forgive me, please forgive me. Dear friend, you gave me your wandering life, but I can only give you, a book, a thin collection of poems. The day has passed, my tears are on the sand, and the last sentence is written. If there is an afterlife, please pay attention to the search, a woman who writes poems on the sand. ——Xi Murong's famous sentence

· Whether I am crying or smiling and telling you that someone else is a sorrowful performance, when the light comes, I have to sing the most difficult scene. Please hold your breath and then Warmly sipping me for the people I loved for the rest of my life. After the end of the song, whether I want to cry or smile and say goodbye to you, I will be glad that the poems and moods under the lamp are not in a flash. The life that can be reborn is repeated again and again.

· Please wait patiently for me to let the night and the night alternate and let the white hair grow longer. Let us slowly change our mood and let the desire to burn the whole spring and summer finally extinguished and change into a kind of light and gradual away. When the moon comes out, you can’t open the door to visit again.

· It’s finally possible to go crazy and sneak into all the delusions of the mountains and forests. I often think that when the twilight has already passed the corner, will you suddenly stop?

· Suddenly reminded me of who among the crowds will pay attention to your sudden dark face. Who can know the pain in your heart? Who can tell my dear friend my apology and sadness today? In such a distant city, the lights are as brilliant

· Planting a lily in the garden to plant a song in the heart so that you can repeatedly review the initial encounters, the last ones, the real ones, the virtual ones, the scattered ones, the ones that we used to learn in a lifetime, from shallow to deep. Difficult - Xi Murong Quotations

· If life is a train passing by, the joy and sadness of the train is that the two railroads are all close behind me. They are very vague and fuzzy. Unless you can stop and look back, you can only get a moment when you look back. Qingming's sourness, so only when it’s too late, can you carefully understand a beautiful mood without regrets.

· Let's go back to the original initial loneliness. Let us use a long and extraordinary life to make a proof that all the curious and busy people are bored and boring.

· Let the audience who have been bothering us and waiting for the wonderful endings to retire and scatter so that we can revert to the original initial loneliness to the stage at that time.

· There will be only one empty mountain in the mountains, there will be no one, only the good winds, the birds will be quiet, and the white-haired wanderers will ask you to listen to the wind. The clouds are far away from each other. a young and enthusiastic voice that is no longer confused

· How to let you meet me at my most beautiful moment for this. I have asked for five hundred years before the Buddha to ask him to make a dusty Buddha. I turned it into a tree and grew up in the sunshine beside you. Carefully filled with flowers, it is the hope of my past life. When you approach, please listen to the trembling leaves, the enthusiasm I am waiting for, and when you finally pass by, you are friends who have fallen behind you. The petal is my dying heart - Xi Murong's quotation

· The realization in the rain, if it rains after the rain, if it is still sad after sorrow, please let me calmly face this after the separation, continue to look for a water pen that you can’t reappear.

· If you can allow me to be in the moment of silence and silence between the coming and going of the wave, if you can allow me to write down my words, the two white waterfowl are still flying in the bow and flying to the sea. The hillside is loaded with blurred hazelnut flowers

· I know that the world is not absolutely good. I also know that it has parting and aging. However, I only have one chance. Lord, please listen to my prayers. Please give me a long summer and give me an innocent memory. Gentle heart gives me a white love. I can only come to this world. So please give me a beautiful name so that he can call me in the night and remember the things we once loved in the days of Bruns.

· I miss you and that summer afternoon, I want you to walk slowly from the depths of the forest. It’s my laughing water. The lotus is my most gentle and painful part. It’s my holy and far-reaching touch. Years of ambition, like Pompeii’s fate, will make all the most beautiful moments of melting and tearing into an eternal mold, so that it can be repeated repeatedly and repeatedly in thousands of years.

· If all the wanderings are because of me, how can I not love you, the face of the wind, the sorrow of the world, you have tasted for me, how can I not love you, they say that you are old and hard, and very cold. But no one knows that I am still the softest corner in your deepest corner, tears and can't touch it - Xi Murong's famous sentence

· Three times in a lifetime, there are times of the same gentleness, the same gentleness, the fate of this hundred thousand thousand times. We have to admire it with tears. It is filled with resentment between the coming and going of the wave on the clean sandbank. Sadness, but my pen, please let me please stop me.

· Please look again, look at me, look back in the wind, look back in the rain, once again, look at my face. Please remember this moment firmly. Only after this moment, when you turn around, I will become a stranger, and I will be separated from him. In the unpredictable reunion, I will never be able to be beautiful again today.

· From now on you are my last sentence, maybe some people will not forget each other

· Always go through the morning after the fade, you will find out how beautiful and how lonely I was when I was outside your window last night. I only know that you have missed the last night. Month

· I have a love; ------- I love the stars in the sky; I love their crystal: There is no such god in the world. ——Xi Murong famous words

· In the cold winter evening, in the lonely gray morning, at the sea, on the top of the mountain after the storm - there will always be one, 10,000 stars!

· The intimate feelings of the small grass on the edge of the mountain, the joy of the children on the high floor, the lights of the travellers and the elves that flashed thousands of miles away!

· I have a broken soul, like a pile of broken crystals, scattered in the wild grass of the wilderness, full of your moments of diligence.

· The ice and tenderness of life, I have tasted it, I have tolerated it; sometimes the squatting autumn shackles caused my heartache and forced me to tears.

· I reveal my confession, love and a star of the day; let life be a illusion that the earth exists or disappears in space! ——Xi Murong Quotations

· What is the long wait? If you have exhausted thousands of sails, you will finally appear. When thousands of sails are exhausted, you are coming to the opposite. Your smile is as true and unbelievable. Bai Pingzhou, Bai Pingzhou, I have only one sadness. I like to know that all the yesterdays are an indispensable arrangement. I just want to let you tenderly and pitifully hold me into the arms. I will be able to hide all the sourness just in white. On the Pingzhou, Bai Pingzhou’s floating like a cloud is my faint sorrow.

· If they don't like to listen, it's because there is no desire in the song!

· Young is so good

· How does a flowering tree let you meet me? For this time in my most beautiful moment, I have asked for five hundred years before the Buddha, asking him to let us make a dusty edge.

· Friends is an important part of a happy life. If you can get a few close friends in your life, it is a great happiness.

· Falling into the autumn. For a while, my body and mood were quite uncomfortable, and I couldn’t sleep at night. Half a dream, half awakened, my dream theater is hula la to build, countless chaotic plots are staged at the same time, left light, right props, front stage, rear set, silhouette, like neon lights in the silent night, eyebrows, teeth and claws, in The rustling autumn wind lingered. The nightmare engulfed me several times. However, these arrogant actors, like the puppets of the line, may only enjoy true freedom and happiness at this moment, forgetting the body for a while, while the other end of the long line is controlled by the legend. In the hands of the moody goddess of fate in the middle of the line. I sigh, you are not a pitiful puppet, just staring in the real self.

· The night of the night, the fear of sorrow, the slamming of a brain, striking a thin nerve, unbearable shock. Sometimes I feel that my heart will sink into the bottom of time. Xu is no matter the Wei Jin, the ignorance of the Han, and the unknown island where Robinson drifted, in a corner outside the historical cycle, everything Quiet. The candlelight in the wind once swayed the warmth and warmth of the human heart, and it was impermanent. However, now it is far from the dust and the sky, overlooking the sky and the sky, it is a piece of time, and it is not a shock. A heart lies quietly between such heavens and earths, smoothing the gorgeous diamonds, taking off the glory of the identity, washing away the arrogant poisonous fragrance, everyone is just a grain of sand at the bottom. Every night, only carrying a bag full of moonlight, alone.

· Step on the moon and hold a bunch of silver. Take a closer look, tonight, three months of the moon, two cents of frost, a cloud. Frosty words, as if to confide in endless thoughts and resentment - who made jade, according to the appointment is awkward. Her melancholy eyes condensed into tears and crystal clear, passing through the hustle and bustle of the city, the quietness of the mountain village, the singing of the stream, the luxuriant forest, and the heart of the broken heart. From time to time, the clouds of idleness, the moon is covered with a layer of tulle, and it seems that the moon is drunk - the jade cheeks are reddish and intoxicated. Moonlight, tears vacant, Ren Yue color swaying in the water, the sky, the scattered Xiaoxiang tears. . . The bitter and mad people and the moon dance, shaking the cassia twigs, but unfortunately no time, falling flowers drifting away, she gradually drunk down the west oblique, but I do not know where to wake up, the crescent moon around the frost maple. The frosty leaves that came from the shadowless souls fell on the flower skirts of childhood, and they showed a round and fat little face; they could be instantly engraved on the dressing table, and the blue silk was invincible. The memories and thoughts of loved ones are also a silent sacrifice for the dying. Late autumn, no sleep. A lot of thoughts are unrecognizable, but it is expected that the annual intestines will break, the moonlight night, and the short pines.

· How can I meet you at my most beautiful time? I have asked for 500 years before the Buddha. I asked him to make a dusty Buddha for us. I turned it into a tree and grew by the road you must pass.

· If you fall in love with someone when you are young, please treat her tenderly. No matter how long or how long you love each other, if you can always treat each other gently, then all the moments will be an innocent beauty. Have to be separated, but also say goodbye, but also in my heart, thank you, thank you, she gave you a note, and then you will know that in the moment you suddenly look back, there will be no resentful youth. No regrets such as hills. On the quiet night moon - Xi Murong's famous sayings

· It’s a blooming Xia Heduo. I hope you can see the current wind and frost. I haven’t eroded the autumn rain or the season of the green. I’m already away from me. I’ve been paved without worry or fear. Now it’s my most beautiful. The moment of the door has been deeply locked in the fragrant smile. Who knows that I am not in the heart of the lotus, you are not coming too early or too late.

· If you suddenly ask me why I want to write poetry and why not do something useful, then I don't know how to answer me. As goldsmiths slammed on the day and night, they only extended the pain into a thin, flanked gold ornaments. Knowing that such efforts to transform the source of grief into a lustrous word are also a beautiful value.

· No longer looking back is the ancient Chenguang and not just those nights of the stars and the moon. Although every morning still opens the window to visit each summer, there will still be jasmine fragrance, but what is already lost in the crowded In the twilight of the city, my young heart will have the fragrance of jasmine in front of the city. But what is lost? In the crowded city street, my young heart will never reunite in the twilight of the embankment.

· I use my whole life to think about a problem. When I was young, I was ashamed. I couldn’t open my mouth and wait for the flowers to be full, but I didn’t leave, but I saw you tonight, but it hurts you. My white hair is ridiculous. Unfortunately, I finally have to think about it for a lifetime. problem

· I can't forget the tears in your eyes, the moon between the clouds, the last night, the rain, the rain, the ridiculousness of the invasion of the distant mountains, the woods of the small acacia wood covered in the blue of the grave, the morning of the morning Climbing up the ridiculousness of the distant mountains, the wild winds in the gently valley of the valley are on your graves, the white-headed grasses - Xi Murong's quotations

· Let me hold it with you and then gently pull out my hand to know that I missed the roots of the clouds. The gentleness of the mountains and the mountains and gentleness let me kiss you and gently pull out my hand. From then on, I will stop crying in my heart. Helpless gaze can not find a flower that can be delivered next to the ferry, so don’t leave the blessing on it, and tomorrow and tomorrow

· Please sing a song for me to use the old words that have been forgotten. Please use the beautiful vibrato to gently call the great rivers and mountains in my heart. Only the scenes outside the Great Wall are the ones who say that the tones of the songs are too sad. If you don’t like to listen That's because there is no desire in the song, and we always want to sing and sing like the grassland. There is a golden light shining like the wind and the wind whistling through the desert like the heroes of the Yellow River.

· When the windy smile is no longer fragrant and gentle, the words have been silenced. When the stars are getting cold and dark, and the mountains and the trails are extinct, I am just a lonely tree resisting the coming of autumn.

· What is floating in my heart is a floating cloud. Although you say that you love me or don’t love you, even if you choose those difficult words, they will be arranged repeatedly. Even if you say friends, you will feel like me. Understand that although you become happy or indifferent, even if you try to wear all the complicated masks and take some tortuous roads, you will understand the feelings of the world, even though you have changed your mind, despite the unpredictable mind. I only know friends, you are my first and last love in the happy starry sky, I am yours, I am your eternal wanderer, wandering for a lifetime, quietly guarding your tenderness, your happiness, but friends drifting in the stars I miss you in the corridor, but I can’t pass the mood of the wanderer. Friends, you can understand that you love forever.

· I heard a song in a young night, and I was greeted by the wind, the wind, the lily, the eagerness, the silence, the disappearance, the disappearance, the lack of space, the moonlight, and the twilight in twenty years later. What is similar to that night, so that the melody suddenly comes to the mountain, the drum should be straightforward, my heart is retrospective, the path of the fascinating Cuiwei, this half-life of the rough, turned into a sweet tear in the twilight - Xi Murong Quotations

· When the fog is up, I am in your arms. This forest is full of moist aroma. It is filled with the young people who are constantly reappearing. It’s a lifetime of mountains and lakes, and there’s only a few thousand people. Unrecognized back

· When the car is coming over, we will always hesitate to know if we should go up. I don't know if this is the one in the hope. After going up, will he meet him, will he reach the end with him, or say, maybe he will be separated midway, and he will watch him go away. We always hope that everything is perfect. I hope that all the images can appear at the same time. I hope that the whole road will be wind and Liri, and the birds will be fragrant. But I did not expect that the pursuit of perfection is itself an imperfection, an extreme imperfection. I am not against those who insist on their own ideals. Some ideals are really worth living for, but life is not just that. On the long road of life, how many moments are worth staying! How many values ​​go to try to open the door!

· The song of my hometown is a Qingyuan flute always on the night of the moon, but the face of the hometown is a vague look. It’s like a wave in the fog. It’s a home without a tree.

· The cockroaches that have been disappointing are only the late spring days, and the ones that have been forgotten are only the face of you and me. The face that is rushing to the front is the dusty day of the dusty night and the autumn grass. The retreat is a silent poem without words.

· At first, there was only a round of caves in the mountain and the extremely cold memory. Then you smiled and walked over to me in the cool morning. Since I should follow the road to welcome you, please let us settle in the beautiful place of the water. I will learn to burn on the oracle bones and burn love and faith into the pottery with watery moiré. At that time, all the stories began to cross the river in a fragrant river and pass the lotus and thousands of poems. Also simple - Xi Murong famous words

· The geese are flying in the seasons. Variations along the river. I slowly look south. I have carved a wooden Guanyin. The hand has also carved a smashing scent of the sacred Buddha’s smiling lips and gradually reveals the most dearest and most Familiar outlines in the huge cold caves. I am a humble and resentful craftsman.

· But where is the mistake? Why in the reincarnation of the thousand years, I always pass the wind of hope with the moment of hope. Before I have buried the clues for you, why do you always have some important details? It’s hard to find a way out, and in the moonlight night, tears for you to pick up a glass of wine and then rush to rush you to start the world. The world of water and grass has already entered the myth, only the withered red willow and white poplar sand

· Going back and forth as if there is always a tidal sound in the dark night, calling for the chest is full of incomprehensible gentleness. The spring is embroidered with colorful threads. The farther and farther away the clouds, the thicker and thicker my mottled heart is slowly between legends and legends. Walk around

· In the twilight, you indifferently turned and drifted away, the corridor, the silence, the gods, silence, I finally became a wooden stone, as in the past, there are still thousands of hibiscus faintly opened in the water, shallow purple powder and the snow-like white Like a famous Song painting, slowly dyed slowly in time.

· The stream is eager to flow to the ocean wave but eager to return to the land. It has been so easy to wave goodbye and vicissitudes in front of the fence of green trees and white flowers. Twenty years later, our souls return to the breeze and turn into a garden. Yu Xiang - Xi Murong famous words

· How to let you meet me, at my most beautiful moment, for this, I have asked for five hundred years before the Buddha, asking the Buddha to let us have a relationship, then the Buddha turns me into a tree, and grows in you. The roadside, the sun is carefully filled with flowers, blossoming is the hope of my past life, when you walk in, please listen carefully, the trembling leaves, is the enthusiasm I am waiting for, and when you finally ignore Walked over, the petals that fell behind you, friends, it’s not a petal, it’s my dying heart.