Would you like to tell the story of the past?
The unspeakable feelings, the long and poetic past, the beauty of the past, nostalgia and nostalgia, gurgle in the sentimental melody. Graceful and beautiful lovesickness, faint as a dream, emotional lingering like silk, deep affection. The affectionate melody is subtle and dignified, compassionate, flowing in the heart, wisps of love, and lovesickness.
That night, the falling branches and leaves, with the wind, scratched the tiredness, relieving the flow and turmoil of the years.
The sound of the wind sang a sad song of the past in the dim corner.
Listening to the sad song of the lingering past, the sound is very beautiful and long, which can make the heart quiet through and quiet. I perceive the existence of life, what kind of melancholy and sad melody does it pour out to the world?
I thought the past had been sealed in the dust, but I didn't expect that the lingering past could not withstand the slightest touch......
The rain was continuous, scattered with dampness, washing away the dust and complexity of the world. The lingering past came quietly, and then quietly left. This season. Only the golden yellow and the maple red of the mountains are as ...... as lingering as the love silk of the past.
The sunshine that belongs to me on the heart fence, embracing a tranquil embrace, for the freehand of falling flowers, adding ink to the flowing water, accompanying me through every morning bell and twilight drum.
A chance encounter that will be remembered for a lifetime. A companion, a lifetime of love. A casual look back among tens of millions of people is destined to meet each other, and at that moment, it is a lifetime of watch, a lifetime of love.
Looking back on the years, the lingering past together, to feel the warm companionship of those days, enriched the years and ......years of life.
The past is as before, the sunshine has bid farewell to the long night, the love is difficult to continue, and there is no return date for you in the fate. This season, on a windy day, thinking about the story of the maple leaves flying, a faint melancholy, like the wind. Whenever I look back on those smoke-like pasts, maybe your face may have been blurred into a sudden memory, only the song of youth is still .......
It's just that there is love in my heart, so I am so sad and entangled in my tired heart, and I can experience the obsession between my heart and my heart, so that I can realize that love is not only in my heart, but has already dissolved into your soul. With the passage of time, I thought I could forget it, but I could never forget it. At that moment, I touched the door of my heart that had not been opened for a long time, and the tears of the past had already turned into notes in the lingering past, like crying like a song.
Because in my life, for the first time, I was told what love is, and I really experienced the ups and downs of love, even so, if you meet again in the next life, and then love each other, do you still choose me without hesitation? Some people say that this is infatuation, but I think it is dedication, love is mutual, because heart to heart, sympathy can become a partner of acquaintance, that is the best ending.
And time is no more, the past is unforgettable. Whenever I think of the lingering past, I always think of the ups and downs along the way, with ups and downs, sorrows and joys. Every time I close my eyes, the scenes reappear, and I have a lot of thoughts.
The lingering past is the most beautiful, gentle, and delicate process and experience in the world, which makes me feel soothing and meaningful. The euphemistic and tender outpouring of tenderness made my soul sublimated......
Who is it? What kind of life has the lingering past experienced that is so unforgettable? The poignant sorrow is written with life, and all the language seems so blank, listening to the sound of the wind with your heart, and feeling the heart of the wind with your heart.
The years go by, and the past is like the wind. Yesterday's people and yesterday's events have become memories, there are joys and sorrows, today's people and today's things will be taken seriously, there are joys and sorrows. Tomorrow's people, tomorrow's things, is unpredictable, there are gains and losses, at this moment only with the heart of chasing dreams to live in the present, forget the unhappy things before, cherish the people in front of you, and do and cherish!
The years are long, lingering, time flies, and it is not forgotten. The past is the same, my heart is sad, my heart is broken, and I am crying. Gently, I walked in the smoke and rain of the years, with a lot of loneliness, but also with a lot of rain-like melancholy, my heart once again drifted in the damp silence, chasing your unattainable poignant sorrow.
Lingering on the past, lingering on the past. Like the wind, it can't dry up the tears, yesterday's things have been forgotten, today's things, finish it, tomorrow's things, work hard, let the past become memories, only through suffering, life can appear thick and rich.
- Good evening!