/ Xia Yu
1, shizumori dust, the heart of abundance, placed in the quiet days, text in the gentle, keep a window in the fleeting years of quiet beauty, Xu a Qing Huan, and smiling sweet, and you look.
2, who is who has been in the past? Who is this fine? Who is who again? Who take life out of time? But the original, after the bustling empty, vows lingering, the dream is not a dream, but not flowers Diewu.
3, in this world, many things have obtained; a lot of dreams, forget, forget.
4, time is speechless, the circulation of seasons will always be a little thin and cool, everything has gone through, everything has gone through, everything has passed through, and the bottom of life has been tenacious and soft. Then at this time, the life of flat and down, has been quiet to disturb, has been steady to move not to shake, has been calm to the wind can not move.
5, true freedom is in no time on, no way and everywhere is the way… Can get water to the poor, from sit see talent is free. This is not the cause of the road, it is the heart.
6, a bright, a sweet fragrance. A look, looking back. In the Qingli thorough sunshine, is a scenery. A cup of tea, a Book of ink, a window, a mood of ai. In the focus of the mind, it is a self – gain.
7, I like to start. All the places that have arrived belong to yesterday. Even if the mountain is green, the water will show, and the wind is gentle. Go too deep will become a kind of fetter, caught not only his feet, and in the future.
8, if it will only bring heart, would rather have a season of flowers, even withered to aromatic Yuanyang, not to worry so lonely broken.
9, the sunny day, treasure all the helpless years of infatuation, with a smile to render a bright blue sky.
10, the time will go, the past will cool. Sit at the window, a bowl of water, boil a pot of tea, the taste is still in the past, but it increased many indifferent.
11, we’ve been waiting for the people, already in the time of the flower with dye, lost the shortage of size, forget to return.
12, life, in the end still live a state of mind. See the heavy heart bitter, see the light and free and easy; the persevering is fascinated, the awakening is empty; the multi lust is tired and the unwanted person is free. When the heart is weak, happiness is much more.
13, everyone, there is a world, quiet and lonely.
14, time, in fact the most heartless. Once time, no matter how once moved, with the passage of time, everything will be erased, will make a little bit submerged off. The strong again, only to choose to be a heartless man, trying to learn to forget, learn, learn to use the future camouflage cheat in front of can’t do anything.
15, the two greatest wealth of a person’s life is: your talent and your time. More and more talent, but less and less time, our life can be said to use time for talent. If the day goes by, our time is less, and our talent does not increase, that is to spend time.
16, there is no real despair in life. The tree, the fall leaves in the fall, the heart is very painful, but the whole winter, it lets the heart accumulate strength in the calm. When spring comes, the bloom is still.
17, picked up a leaf, full life context, the interpretation of the reincarnation of the silk roads into the origin, light years, when I look back to when the road, everywhere on the rhythm of the real mood, like a dancing flat Zeze character, is a fact of life and a build-up of mood.
18, life as tea, meditation to the right. To the wrong innocence, the cause of the first life. To know clearly, to lay down is clever. I can’t see it. There is no dream in a dream. No rain, no wind flown. We should observe the nature of the law. To the world you live the world. Your smile is like the early spring rose, the light yellow in the light fragrance, the distant.
19, there is a pair of holding hands, gently lift the parting of the essential attitude; there are always some feelings of joy, is a qingshenyuanqian evolved from the war time. Fall in love with a person, leave a beautiful wound, when the pain, still for him with a soft tears…
20, flowers bloom and fall, is a season’s walking voice; cloud cirrus cloud Shu is an emotional passing figure; the tide is going back and forth, is a passion flowing through the years. Did not experience the pain of time, how to experience the bitter experience of the vicissitudes of life? Don’t provoke black hair, how can the random time.
21, who can hold a heart until forever? Who would like to hold hands, through the marshes? Love, pain, cry, laugh, it’s enough.