One kind of thoughts, unforgettable; a kind of waiting, looking through the horizon. In life, there is always one person who is entangled in his heart and lingers; there is always a situation in which he lingers in his brow and reads it again. All the joys are in one direction; all the loftiness is a position. In order to keep in mind, you can be as low as dust; in order to expect, you can forget yourself. Longing for warmth, waiting for true love.
Life is only clear when we look back, and all people find themselves out of proportion when they regret it or when they find themselves wrong and cannot persist. Then they will fantasize a lot of "if." In life, we must look forward and strive toward our own goals. Life is not long or long, short or short. It depends on how we ourselves perform the game of life. In this cruel and realistic club
Dust dust the secular world, flooded thoughts, listening to the cold and cold in the years, Xiao Yu, a song from the deaf, who played the voice, the end of the scattered helpless, chaotic, fleeting. Leading Chinese songs are like music, low melody, people can not bear to touch, can not read, can not reach the place called distant; drunk dreams, tears, eyes, look at the mirage on the other side of the sea, misty smoke, can not go back called Hometown; past emotions
Text / Fallen Autumn leaves fall to the ground, the dawn of light, your memory is still so clear, years passed, and you have been in my heart. The trouble in the red dust, the confidant in life, no matter how the years are replaced, the reincarnation of the other side, only to wait in the deepest red dust, I will turn that thought into autumn leaves, with the wind drifting to your distant. – Inscription has always felt, with
People are always like this, the more they don’t get the more they want to fight, but they don’t know how to treasure it after they have it. With simple companionship, you always do not care; always give, but you always careless. In fact, things that touch people are often the most common ones. Feelings of affecting people are often the most true wind and rain. There is no love that cannot be kept, only the heart that does not know how to cherish;
In life, there is always one person, so far, and so close, not in front of us, but always in my heart. Although separated, it is fused; there is always a kind of happiness, so close, and so far away. It seems to be within reach, but it is clearly separated by a distance. It is like a fireworks with tears. It is so beautiful, but it is bound to embrace sadness. Those reunion and entanglement, loneliness in expectation, pain in attachment
Text / Fallen Red Heart Everyone in his heart will have an edge, even if hidden, even forget it, still can not escape Acacia, inadvertently remembered, inadvertently sad. In the past, I was unable to relive the fact that my heart was swept over my heart. The love I met in the deepest redness, and I had experienced an unforgettable moment in my waiting time. I was dripping wet and imprinted.
Everyone has tears of sadness. Why do you remember, care about, and miss you? Why can't you always forget your shadow? Why keep you in your heart? You make me sad; You make me sad; You make me unable to let go; You make me unable to give up; You make my heart unable to be quiet… You can meet someone in a minute; You can like a person in an hour; You can also love in a day The last person. But forget
Some people are lost and will make you regret for life. Some of them are full of hope and will make you want to die. The world of feelings cannot be shameless or too shameful. The disregard for the thick skin is because there is enough care, but don't slacken it; you have to let go of your hand and just complain that you are not strong enough, but don't be sluggish. You cannot accept the worst of you and you are not worthy of having the best of you; you do not understand your intentions
People are in love, love is accompanied by understanding. The most true love is always honest; most people know how to always be irreplaceable. People who love you will love you for selflessness and love for selfishness. Those who know you will come to the heart and comfort the soul. In life, the most difficult thing to ask is the truth. The most difficult thing to understand is feelings. Love is not just a passion that springs from time to time, but it is consistent loyalty. Knowing the heart, spiritually
I always think that the butterfly is only for the sake of flowers. I have always treated myself as a flower, plain, elegant, pulsating, and treating you as a butterfly, attracting, tempting, and showing my true feelings. Then, you must also believe that you are coming for me and that I am opening for you. In the morning breeze, in the warm afternoon sun, in the red clouds of sunset, I put myself
Think of husband, always can not help but smile. Twenty-three years ago, the husband had been assigned to a small town because of the tide of learning. He was introduced by the people and it was naturally hand-in-hand. Thin skinny. Due to a family-born hereditary gastro-intestinal disease, she was 1.72 meters tall and weighed 108 pounds. She maintained her last 20 years and now she has finally exceeded the 116-pound mark. My friends usually love to tease us and say that my family's delicious food was eaten by both me and my children.
In life, someone cares, someone feels bad, and it is best to get it. For the rest of my life, someone is accompanying and someone can follow. That is the most beautiful oath. In some words, there is no need to talk sweetly, but to be considerate and caring; some do not need to understand more clearly than to understand and understand. A love, do not promise oath, only to silently abiding; a situation, do not need to miss every day, just ask you to hang. In plain days, two
Flowing year-round flowers, stirring Bihai love astronomy / Mozhu cold can allow me to do this human crazy crazy, borrow a paper Rouchang, opened a pot of spring, deep condensate in the water side. A sneak scent of flowers, flowing in the pen and ink, the book breaks through the chapters, passes through the soul and reaches the heaven of love. Give you a spring, and make a roll of Zen-like time. Turn it into a tree of fire and silver flowers that look up at you. Make a beautiful painting. 【River
Some people live with each other from morning to evening, but they never walk into the heart; but when they met each other, some people sympathized with each other. The origin of death is destined. Something will occur if it belongs to your life, if not, do not push it. The edge is happy, and the edge is scattered. You're thinking of me, you go I wish. Life doesn't need to be frivolous, and it's all gone. Home, it is plain, as long as every day can see the smiling faces of their loved ones, is the display of happiness
Hi, I don't need to be surprised. I just want to say goodbye to this past feeling. Today is July 30, 2014. Time is boundless. She always slips away regardless of whether we like it or not. It is true that these 30 days have seemed to me as if I had lived a lifetime. But I'm so glad that now I'm getting better and better. Every second I can listen quietly to my voice because I won't
Spring, summer, autumn and winter, reciprocating cycles, like the annual rings, a season and a season to cross us; it is cool in the late autumn, the autumn is slightly rainy, and the next sincerity, like the spring, a glass of glycol dizzy. A wandering wind, falling in love with flowers, going over and going. In the distance, looking for dreams trapped the traveler, and the days were cold and cold. The silent and silent years always have the same purpose.
If you cherish one person, you must be touched; if you give up one person, you must be disappointed. To see people can not see the surface, the time will be the original shape; product does not accompany the goods, suffering only to see the truth. People can see clearly when they are lonely. Whoever is pouring cold water in the basin, who cares is worried about it. The true friend is in the darkest time, waiting for you to wait for the dawn of the day; the real feeling is when the heart is raining.
Walking in the vast sea, met, is a kind of edge. Inadvertently recalling, chaining each other's affection. Edge, in the palm of a blooming enchanting. The thoughts that fill the heart are turned into fingertips, lingering in the distance. Some people, some things, met with a lifetime of warmth. That emotion is not whether you have it, but it will always be in memory. That kind of existence
Cut a memory of love of your time, sprinkle a cup of your love of the age of drunkenness, send a silk to think of your affectionate thoughts, Xu you have a warm spring, save a section of your heart and soul. In your world, flowers bloom for me. With your memories, time becomes a sweeter taste in my dreams. With your care, I will wait for you until you are old. With your rainy days, I will be under an umbrella. Is the most beautiful in your eyes