Memories fall over the years, warming into a ray of sunshine in the heart. Once, a hundred flowers bloomed in the spring and enjoyed with you; the summer rain knocked on the window and listened with you; the autumn leaves drifted zero and looked at with you; the snow dancing plum blossoms in winter, and you searched with you.
However, the past time is short, all the good will eventually become the past that cannot be reproduced in life, from then on, about you, even if I think again, read again, love again, and then love, I can only rely on the initial memory, silently thinking of you in my heart.
Habit, against time all the way back to your appearance, all the way missed, all the way a faint sadness, strange flowers bloom a little, the leaves of the world fell a few degrees, but you, still I love and can not keep each other, thinking and difficult to see each other in the old times.
Time flies, regions change, how many red dust past like smoke and fog, all with the breeze of the years drift away, the long river of memory, only do not forget those with you bit by bit.
Remembering the warmth you left in your life, relying on the warmth and beauty of this little drop, in this thin cold red dust, quietly flowing through the years, silently keeping time. Think, only everything about you can comfort the lonely soul in this life.
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Like, rely on the rhyme of time to think back, because, only when you look back, you can find the original beauty. That beautiful encounter, that heart-pounding feeling, that warmth of knowing and cherishing each other, all the warmth poured into the heart, all the softness filled the world.
Up to now, the flowers and grasses have withered and rotated, and the seasons have changed several times, but between you and me, there are several mountains and rivers separated by the dust and smoke of the years. There is a kind of love called: things are not people, deep affection is still the same; the water is wide and the mountains are long, and the thoughts are already there.
Whether we can meet or not, whether there is news from you or not, the most beautiful feelings at the beginning, it will always be there. Mo said that a few seasons of flowers fall and blossom, even if several lifetimes wither and bloom, you are my original intention is still the same.
Time turns, the vicissitudes of the floating world, in fact, this life, but in a flash, in this hurried life, I have the privilege of encountering a deep attachment of the soul, even if it is separated by distance, there is also a warm connection and companionship in my heart.
Thank you for the fate, allow me a lifetime of warm soul love. The good you left behind is enough for me to reminisce about this thin and cool world for a lifetime!
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There is a love that begins at the first sight, ends at the end of the old age, and has no reason to stay together, and I will think of you at the end of your world, think of you, love you, love you, hurt you, cherish you, until the day when your life is old.
Counting the years, every bit is you, every wisp is a thought. Gently holding the pen of the years, collecting the flower dew on the strange, into the ink into a sweet fragrance, on the roll of the years, deeply engraved the thoughts in the heart.
I know that even if you write a thousand words, you still can't write the strings that exist for you, and even if you miss thousands of volumes, you still can't finish the thoughts born of you.
A thousand words and a thousand words just want to tell you that every twilight of my years is silently looking forward to the reunion in the world, I am waiting for the wind, waiting for the rain, waiting for the flowers to bloom, waiting for the snow dance, and waiting for the most important you. No matter how heavy the landscape is, no matter how many seasons the years are, even if it is just an empty wait to get old, I have no regrets about the long wind and rain in this life.
Remember, in this life and this life, no matter where I am, I am thinking of you deeply, thinking of you, loving you, loving you, and have been silently praying for you, blessing you, and hoping that you will be safe and happy every day.
In this life, the most important thing is that there are expectations in the heart and some attachments in the soul, so that there is the beauty of the flowers in the human world and the gentleness of the spring breeze in the heart.
Thank you for meeting you in the red dust of this life!