That year, that month, that time, has quietly passed. That love, that love, that love, has been tactful for a thousand years.
No matter how beautiful people live, there will be desolation; no matter how dashing the road is, there will also be confusion; no matter how loud the song, no matter how loud the song, there will also be emotional martyrdom. Therefore, life must be both rational and emotional. People have their own positions, each has its own value, and has its own philosophy. Do not arbitrarily demand others, do not blindly demand themselves, keep kind, be sincere, be tolerant of others, strictly discipline themselves, gain and loss, success and failure, gathering or dispersing, are a kind of growth in life, look down, the mood is good, look open, the days are beautiful!
The years are like songs, along the way, with the slight coolness of an autumn rain, through the time of the season, quietly staring at the distant years. Once, a season of infatuation, lost in the wind; once, waiting all the way, pale beautiful vows; once, once, a moment of pain, filled the lonely atrium.
Nowadays, through the entanglement of wind and rain, how much romantic passion retreats behind time, staring far away, you are in, he is, is at ease!
There are some years, gentle years, amazing time; some flowers bloom, fragrant years, beautiful encounters. The seasons change, the years pass, those warmths that come from the depths of the soul, every time they are remembered, they can always stir up the ripples in the bottom of the heart; those encounters that touch the soul, every time they are remembered, are always the most gentle touches in the heart. Years have feelings, there is love in the heart, wordlessness is also warmth; the ends of the world are separated, seeing and not seeing, are all thoughts; close to each other, thinking and not thinking, are warm!
Destined to go, how can I keep it, but I don't know how to dilute this pure mash-like deep love and no longer thicken? Is it only possible to pour a glass of wine of memories and get drunk tonight to relieve a thousand sorrows?
When will you come? In the cycle of time, I sat like a lotus and smiled like a flower. Just wait for the reunion moment to gallop.
Flowers bid farewell to the branches, and people worry about the years. The so-called love is to cook a lamp of mint tea in the rainy dusk, and grow old with the years and the people who pity themselves! The so-called happiness is to find a warm person to live a lifetime, he can accompany you to see the long stream of water, watch the years quietly at the moment when the wind and smoke are quiet, and share and reduce the inevitable injuries and pains in life until they are gone!
In the past few years, who allowed me to be pure, walk into the red dust and smoke and rain - if the heart stops the water, let the promise disappear in the flood years, and see the sorrow behind the lie with discernment...
Open the window of memory and browse the wounds carved by the years. A line of poetry, a line of tears, how many lives are bitter, and there is nowhere to say bleak.
If you don't look back, why don't you forget? If you have no chance, why take a vow? Today's things are like water without a trace; tomorrow and night, the king is no stranger.
Leaning on the dangerous building alone, I don't believe that there are no worries in the world. You give me a lifetime of warmth, and I promise you a lifetime of joy!
In the darkness of the night, full of emotions, draped in stars and moons, I will lightly miss each other in loneliness, and drink the loneliness of thousands of lights. The moon is shining, the shadows are oblique, the wind is over thousands, the small bridge is flowing, the clouds are dyed with blue water, who is in loneliness for me to exceed? Teasing my earthly affection.
You can gaze, but you can't really have it. In an instant, it was like a rainbow disappearing without a trace. The heartbeat of the moment turned into an eternal love grudge buried deep in the heart.
The silent wind blows slowly, blowing the past life into dust; the melancholy wind blows softly, blowing this life into the end of the world...
One Point Walk in the Snow