Instantly watching the scene, Heng Kong is empty, and everything ends up as dust.
The night air was always depressing. Half of the smoke burned, and the innocent thoughts rose with the smoke and flames. The memory blew with the bleak moments and flew into a sentimentality. Your life has been rushed down and has been half-baked dream of a dream. As we move forward through the abstruse times, we will go through the absurdity of the savagery and cover up the sad and joyous years. Looking back at this passing of thoughts is only an amazing phrase in your early years. It has become a distraction and jolt in his life.
Heartbroken, sad and invisible. Although it is difficult to drink Huadiao, it is the city that wants to break through to take over the winery.
A few glasses of warm wine, sad sad past events regain their hearts. For a lifetime, the journey to the upper reaches of the valley was done in the past few decades, and it was spent on the earth. The long pavilion was late, Gu Ying self-pity, closed his eyes and did not dare to see that year. Along the way, weeds grow wildly, broken flowers and folded necks, and fluff. The horse whip up, throw up all the way yellow smoke, into the brigade troops, such as the blood remnants gradually receded, the hooves are no longer cold. The wind blew the world away, looked at the mountains and rivers that were crushed, and covered the warehouse barbarians. Only when the weather was precarious, it was only then relentlessly searched. Then savoring a sip of the wine, he breathed a sigh of relief, and he felt that the year had been the conclusion that this ruthless life had flowed away.
If tears are already in the city, they are empty. Do not be strong, do not Xiangyang estuary.
Standing in the middle of a street decorated with a few cold lights, the high city looks at the night clouds like the sea, and the moon has been exposed as a nuclear, and it is like leaving a bridge. Deeper patrols, more like the loopholes, slipped into a starry river. At this time, the hustle and bustle of a group of clusters is doomed to be the dawn of the next moment, and the dark night is gently removed. Only the light can wash away old colors. As soon as the dawn passed, the Red Sun was magnificent and shot blasted out, leaving the earth with thousands of meteorological conditions. The loyalty and loyalty of the gods also seem to have been hoped for in the morning like this.
People's hearts are good, they are greedy for fame and fortune, and they become demon and devil.
Zhu Qi door pass bursts of enthusiasm, canine horses insipid inch of silkworm ate his determination to retreat to the ancient. Far away from chanting, the darkness has become ink, and all the waves of life have been exhausted, and everything has been blown through in life. How many tears of sea otters are used up to save the soul of this moment's catcher. Whether it is left or right? You can't see through it all your life. The weather was lonely and he was forced to fall on this boat. It is terribly horrible to know human nature behind it. Why do people always scramble for the freedom of others? Burning the happiness of others? Always doing something wrong, he refused to lay down his butcher knife and made a living Buddha. There are too many changes in people's lives, but they are still as usual and they are still intensified. They still have not changed in the slightest.
There is too much entanglement in the world, and it takes too many years to get out of the dust and start to freedom.
In a dream, one must be proud of himself; The mind went to the Bohai Sea. The world is overturned, and new water is cut off. The wind blew through the windows, and the night was full of haze. A glass of darkness melted away, the oysters breeze and the night, the midnight hues of the night-fallen yarn, and the night-sweeping neon-smoothness. It sinks into the eyes, but it does not reveal a trace of guilt. The dust has settled and the meditation has become a pure heart. The heart-warming distractions of the cold-hearted world, the mountains and rivers, the sound of wooden fish, and the sound of Amitabha came to my heart. When there is no silence in the dream, there is no sign of tearfulness.
A glimpse of chapters and thousands of people, heaven and earth nether solutions. The mortals can not escape the secular world.
The tears are already in the meager years of my heart. I used to have an ups and downs for a memorable time. One page, one page, one word, one blood and one page of blood. The fall of the river on the Red Day, Shanxi, fine waves sound row cliffs, as if dressed in an outfit, galloping galvanic tens of thousands of miles, is the time to hear the gap between war horses and gongs.
It was a dream and I got up and dissolved into midnight…