I want to write a picture, draw a picture volume for you, take the bright and the main tone, and warm the atmosphere into every landscape, and place the tender feelings in the light pen and ink. Open, there is a clear stream flowing in the heart, filled with flowers and fragrance, moisten the mountains and rivers of each other’s spiritual world. I want to include what I have experienced and the beauty that is in my memory in the poetry of time, a window opened in my heart.
Who falls deep in love, who loses, loses in a mess. It’s not terrible. The terrible thing is that the other side is full of no care. I know that the person I love does not necessarily understand me; I also know that those who know you will love you! When you pretend to be strong, I can see through it; when you want to stop speaking, I can guess the next sentence; when you are not able to take care of yourself, I will feel great pain. You are always brave, always so
That summer, we were in the classroom to write the papers in our hands, the high rolls of a mountain like a boy, looking at the girl in front through the hill – like curl, the long horsetail, a little tired look, the bangs in front of the forehead, a curtain, and a bite of the pen to see the curl falling into contemplation. When she looked back, he moved her eyes away from the gap and looked down at her face.
Just in the early summer, the windows were green and luxuriant. More or less in the air, there is still the humour of the spring, not arrogant, not impetuous, did not come to see Rene Liu’s later, later became the later. Maybe this is a nostalgic year, from “the youth we will lose,” to Guo Fan’s “you at the same table”, and to the nine knife, “the girls we’ve been chasing together”, box office.
But now you are gone with the wind, and now even you have not seen, not miss, but dare not see. The dream of a lifetime is gone, once a passionate person, but the vicissitudes of life, who should laugh. A paper I is full of vain, big dream three thousand, Zhuang language is unswerving, just mourning with lonely shadow. Search and seek, cold and clear, three cups of two light wine, how to rival him, worry and brow, say poetry.
In winter, the north wind cuts like a knife, and vehicles and pedestrians run through the haze. I stepped down the bus from the bus to Sanlitun and Houhai to find a job. I saw the entrance information on the doorway to the Japanese cuisine shop. ‘the waiter, the waitress’s monthly salary of one thousand and two hundred to one thousand and five hundred,’ on the second day, and dragging the luggage to the shop for work. When I was busy, I wore black shoes, grey trousers, grey clothes and a meatball.
In love, why do things always so contradictory, want to let her happiness, still want to selfish possession? Guan Min, now my 2018, has found her own happiness, and there is one person in my life that worries me. I care about her cold and warm, worried that she will not eat, only accompany her, I will feel calm.
It’s raining out of the window, and the patter of rain is really nice – to remember a rain, even in the morning and then at dusk, sitting in the rain listening to a music of heart, nothing to do, only listen to the gurgling rhythm with the rain of Xiaoxiao. At this moment, I think of you again. A series of rain curtain hung upside down under the eaves, and the heart was like a tassel. In May, through the rain curtain, Acacia resembles a tree
I believe you must have a story of your own, now and now, in front of the eyes, sometimes echoing in the ear, portrayed in the soul is difficult to erase, not, is not willing to erase, do not forget, for fear of erase those things, those pictures, and… That man. When you get together, you see her smile like flowers, listen to her selling sprouting and spoiled, accompany her joy and sorrow, accompany her mountains and rivers; when separated
Once because of your young and crazy, but now because of your life and doubt that life always think that I do not forget the first heart can be changed to you all the time is not expected to change, that is not. Look up at the blue sky, it is so pure, just like what you used to be. Look again now, the face is old, and the white hair hidden on the temples has already explained everything. Once elegant, such as
In the heart, the resentment is difficult, the sigh is even, yesterday, today, wine to wine, empty, a person writes poetry, no person, lonely guest, three points of pen and ink, writing a spring and summer. Light and low sigh, trifles around the heart, white dress, where is Paris three thousand. When you ask away, what is the heart of heart, but lost god. There is no difficulty, but it has been hurt everywhere. Comfort me in my time, mind and mind, I don’t know.
The Italy film, the perfect stranger, is a movie with a simple story and a single scene. This kind of film model may not be happy with most of the audience, but it is a movie worthy of a profound and philosophical theme. Perhaps, you have encountered these worries and anxieties in your life. How we respond and choose is exactly what the movie wants to express. The film is basic from beginning to end
Luozhi autumn wants to see a scene with you and see a April Ting Ting. Near the spring of the low, not because of the curtain of rain and wandering, not because of the loneliness and loss of flowers, only because of too much fragrance, like you, not because of the complex, not to ask the things of the red dust, put this life Yu Hua in your falling flowers? I have gone through thousands of rivers and mountains, asking questions about floating life and dreams, stranding years, breeze and warmth.
Walking into the prison of Yanyuan prison, he climbed up the five storeys to find the home of Jin Mei. Knocking on the door, the door opened: Jin Meijin, 90 years old, with a spirit of Qu Shuo and a thin body, is a typical southern woman. Years had made her skin slack, and at first glance she knew it was an old man who had undergone great vicissitudes. She sat on the rocking chair, her voice deep, deep and distant, as if she was passing through time and space.
Since the reform and opening up, with the rapid flow of a large number of people, people’s ideas have been greatly impacted. From the angle of marriage, the men and women who are moving together have more choice on the choice of spouse. The marriage form, such as extramarital love, extramarital love and flash marriage, and flashing divorce have appeared, and the divorce rate has become high, and many social problems have emerged. The rate of divorce is high
An inscription – (remember a word in my own words, don’t let the sky lose its color in the rain), but it’s short lost, wait for you to return, my blue sky – — – – – if Wu Song didn’t drink three bowls of wine under Jinggangshan at the time, it would have not been the story of a tiger. For lack of courage, if I had not met with you at that time, there would not have been.
(1) Han Shuo, if I could have predicted that I would meet you as a job hopper after years, I guess I wouldn’t be so aggressive and not a bit of a feeling when I broke up. “Please introduce yourself first.” The first is the short hair woman sitting next to you. My name is Lin Ying. I graduated from XX University, and I am 25 years old. These words are in
Will you suddenly appear on the corner of the coffee shop with a smile and a wave of greeting – for a long time, the ludduss of the lake, the sky and the water, the twilight of the night, like the laughter of the surrounding, the old man snuggled up to me, the hugging lover and the married couple, with the crystal of love. In the memory of the phoenix tree, the spring comes to yellowing.
In March of that year, I met her by holding a picture of Han Mei Ao Xue who was drawing herself, with ambivalence and excitement. Many people say that online love is not reliable, but at the moment when I saw her, I felt that nothing in the world was inevitable. She came with her brother, and I still remember her shyness. Before, we chatted day and night on the Internet, two lonely.
Love is a holiday, break up when the holiday healing, and then prepare another love. L and I haven’t seen each other since primary school. After dinner, I found a casual bar and chatted about their situation. “My love is a tragedy, but also a serials.” L is more enlightened than I am. When he was in junior high school, he liked a girl in the class. He studied with her.