laitimes

Symphony of Destiny: Thinking of you, still holding on to that thousand-year-old dream!

1, through the years, through the day and night, along the way to leave a string of footprints, deep or shallow, or straight or curved, or messy footsteps. But the unchanging dream, the persistent belief, accompanied by strong steps, to the sea and the sky that belongs to the self, embracing the breeze and looking at the wind and clouds. Perhaps, only the stave of life, sweet and sour, bitter and salty, can be marked with the notes of different times of life, so that life with different time zones and different tastes can be identified and reproduced, so that the rhythm of my "Symphony of Destiny" interpretation is clear, the emotions are exciting, and life is uncompromising. Thus, the connotation of the self's thoughts can be aesthetically interpreted; In turn, the enterprising spirit of the self can be perfectly combined. Such a life, even if there are no flowers and no applause, is real and regretless, and it will always be vivid and vivid.

2, love is eternal, the appearance may change, but the essence will never change. Love doesn't count the days that go by, it makes each day meaningful. With your beautiful love, the sun will always shine. Love is a party knitting scarf, woven with nature, embellished with fantasy.

3, how about the other side of the sky, I am there, you are there, we are in love from afar.

Symphony of Destiny: Thinking of you, still holding on to that thousand-year-old dream!

4, thinking of you is a kind of vitality, thinking of you is also a kind of happiness, thinking of you, is the source of my joy, let me return to the era when the love sinus first opened, that kind of thought spread in the bottom of the heart, spread...

5, the flowers bloom in the dream for you to keep a side of the flashy, clumsy words to cook wine for you to compose a red dust thought. Who is reincarnated in the story, who waits in misery, drifts away from whose attachment. A touch of bitterness that stays on the lips cannot bind the entanglement of several lifetimes, and cannot take away the sadness of parting, but it plays a soft intestine around the fingers. The heart of the drifting zero, with a little desolation, waiting for the return date that will never be said. Stained with loneliness, in the sad end, bowing his head and lowering his eyebrows, looking at the eyes.

6, love to the point is precious, many people do not know how to cherish and have, only until the loss to see, in fact, the most familiar is the most precious.

Symphony of Destiny: Thinking of you, still holding on to that thousand-year-old dream!

7, life comes simply, go simple, the process is complex, and the lucky person in this complex process is to have a beginning and end of feelings, the end of this beginning and end, that is, the ordinary love rather than simply chasing.

8, once in a lifetime, talk about a love for the purpose of marriage. No longer refuse to bow your head because of willfulness, and no longer break up because of stubbornness. Finally firmly believe that once, always walk, you can reach the white head. Just like that, in the flow of years, the years are fine. May this life be the hand of the Son, and the Son be old!

9, thinking of you, still holding on to the dream of the millennium. I don't know the distance of return, a touch of love that warms my heart. Thinking of you, the emotions awakened by memory, narrating the parting of the lights. The heavens and the earth that have been promised have been promised for a long time, and the style of a lifetime hidden by your pen and ink is waiting in the void. The poignant sorrow of the pain of being alone, at both ends of the distance, will bloom the loneliness in the memory. The years of dementation, the endless poignancy accompanied by my displacement in this life, the long distance is out of reach.

Symphony of Destiny: Thinking of you, still holding on to that thousand-year-old dream!

10, cooking smoke up, I am waiting for you at the door. The sun is setting, and I am waiting for you at the side of the mountain. The leaves are yellow, and I'm waiting for you under the tree. The moon is bent, and I am waiting for you at fifteen. The drizzle is coming, and I am waiting for you under the umbrella. The water is frozen, and I am waiting for you by the river. Life is tired, I am waiting for you in heaven. We are old, and I am waiting for you in the next life.

Read on