Once the twists and turns were right and wrong

A few times the spring and autumn are in the wind, waving ink to make trouble. Deep in the peach blossoms, the flowers and faces are mirrored. Warblers sing and swallow dance, people and birds are always inseparable. Under the rape flowers, purple clouds miles, clouds and rain, flower waves are always amorous, how many dusty things, net in the blossoming of flowers. Shame learns dai Yu to bury the peach blossoms, only to gradually flow the flowers, with the water to the east of the river.

Mo: "In your memories, do you think I am like Lin Daiyu?" ”

"There are indeed some likes, and now you also have likes." ”

Mo: "But Dai Yu's life is not good, I don't want to be like her." ”

"Of course she's not as good as you." Your experience and ability are much more powerful than hers, and you have experienced many more tribulations than hers. ”

Mo: "Maybe I had too many troubles in my past life, so my childhood was always in trouble, always rebellious, until I met you." But to make you so sad, I must have been bad to you in my past life. ”

"Why do you think that?" ”

Mo: "Because your poems are so tragic." ”

Eun: "There are also very beautiful ones!" ”

Mo: "Most of them are disappointed and lonely, and full of expectations." ”

"Isn't everything going through such a process?" ”

Mo: "But obviously a very good thing, but also have to go through so many twists and turns?" ”

"This?? I can't figure it out either. ”

Mo: "If you can't think straight, don't think about it, maybe we are in a secular society, which is originally a mistake." ”

"Turning mistakes into right is not easy in the first place." ”

Mo: "In the world, what is right and wrong?" You who read so much, there is no satisfactory answer! ”

"Yes, I was really asked by you today." ”

The twists and turns of the past, precipitated in the sea of memory, let time wash away like water, slowly fragmented and mottled. Only when you are peaceful can you be happy and only then can you be happy. Maybe many things in life are encounterable and unattainable, encounter, just the reason, have, is beautiful, on the way, all the way to see, most of them do not belong to my scenery, have a peaceful and comfortable mood, everything with fate, go with nature, Xu is an unchanging soul.

Mo: "So let's continue to talk about our reincarnation love, right?" ”

"Reincarnation is mostly sadness, aren't you afraid of hurt?" Like talking about the world? ”

Mo: "Aren't you trying to sharpen our feelings?" I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of? ”

"Yeah, it's just a chat, there's nothing you can't talk about." ”

Jincheng Sheng song, the heart is still lacking, the lonely scenery is empty, the shadow is chaotic, the people go, the scenery has been familiar. Who plays a song on the banks of the Three Stones River, and who plays a life away from joy on the way to the broken bridge. Love in this life, life and death keep together, one finger quicksand, cut off the dust edge, three lives before the Buddha, clinging to the next life, fingertips dripping blood, painting love, one stroke after another, looking forward to reincarnation. Three lives of love, quicksand and death, a lifetime of love, only for the Yi people and haggard.

Mo: "Every time I leave first, but you expect me to come back." Am I desperate, or are you too affectionate? ”

"We're not wrong, we're all right." ”

Mo: "Is it wrong in a bad world?" ”

"The world is like this, but I just feel that we are fighting against them." ”

Mo: "Can the two of us still set off any storms?" ”

"Rules cannot be touched, just like people and ghosts, gods and demons." ”

Mo: "We're just ordinary people?" ”

"But our behavior is not ordinary. ”

Mo: "That's because of it." ”

"A vague definition, another person's purpose, can change a lot of things." ”

Mo: "We can't stand the test, so we failed." ”

"In the era of wars and horses, the memories of wars and horses, what have we left behind, what have we forgotten?" A rain of cherry blossoms sprinkled on your brow, worried my heart. Spring flowers fade, red face old death. ”

Mo: "Once the spring is red and old, the flowers fall and the people die." Cherry blossoms fall and flutter. The flowers have been buried, who knows? ”

"In this day and age, what will happen to us?" ”

Mo: "Modern life is good, you can save a lot of worries." ”

"Yeah! If you love, love deeply; if you forsake, please be thorough, do not be ambiguous, hurt others and hurt yourself. The most regrettable thing in life is to easily give up what should not be given up, and stubbornly insist on what should not be insisted on. Some losses are doomed, and some fates are fruitless. ”

Mo: "Loving a person does not necessarily mean having it, and having a person requires loving it well." Time will slowly settle, and some people will slowly blur in your heart. Learn to let go, your happiness requires your own fulfillment. ”

"The ideas are already good now. ”

Mo: "Because everyone understands." ”

"But it's also because I understand it too well, so I'm all clever." ”

Mo: "I like it when you keep playing tricks with me forever." ”

"If you can, my dear, please allow me to write a plain note under the ink of the green lamp, and in this life, I will recite it for you a thousand times." When the wind of the season blows down a beautiful scenery, I will still stand at the ferry of time and watch over the Qingqing Road when it comes. ”

Mo: "If you can, dear, please allow me to spend the moon before, in the depths of my soul, for you, obsessively and drunkenly for many years." Even if the tears are shed, I do not seek to sleep in the same bed, but only wish to sing together. ”

At this moment, I touched the scene and unscrupulously deposed your eclipsed soul; the charm of the colorful little ai buried your emotions into silence, stolen by time minute by minute.

Mo: "Bad, remember, just bury it." ”

"Everything that has happened will be recalled and shared with you, otherwise it would not have been a waste of a thousand years of tribulation." ”

Mo: "Those who were once dotted with the past of life, the shadow and dark fragrance of Jiangnan, stored as the most beautiful treasure in life, if there are still lingering past events on your window ledge, let the poetry lines that once shone with a circle of light illuminate you all the way forward." Watch the beautiful scenery of the four seasons look through the colorful fall, joy, sadness, no longer painful teardrops, and finally fall in the quiet pool city, look at the sky, love me! Please bury me in time. ”

"I have already buried you in time, so that every time and space reincarnation can meet you." ”

Mo: "There is me in your dusty memory, and I have always existed in time, watching you." ”

Years, deep or shallow, longing, thick or light, say or not say, are deep thoughts. Warm a piece of moonlight, condensed on the fingertips, lightly dye the ink fragrance, and cut a touch of heart. The romance of lightly displaying incense sticks and dancing lightly with the tip of the pen will flow through the moonlight, and the beautiful words will be engraved with the slightest wisp of love.