Breaking flowers and flowers are easy to hurt, leaving the paper to be cold but hearty. Forget the autumn of grief and victory, straight road no longer crush. The heart is sad and sad, tears cry and tears are also dry. There was a grave in my heart, and I buried myself inside. I don't understand your tears. You don't understand my heartbreak. There are tears in the sky and snow is empty. Whose heart is no longer melted? Long lonely lonely day, slowly single love has ended. Cang Ling Xueyue, years old and young
The text/fallen red furnace has been deep in the night, listening to wind and rain, lightning, and numerous flowers. Is the sky crying or is it sighing? Under the ink pen, who told the desolate, who's messy? The beauty in memory still changed. The rain and rain in August, who was little bitter, was a helpless farewell, or a sad memorial? Inflation of fingertips, overfalling flowers, a solitary rain, turning
The years blurred the face, light and shadow distanced the beginning of the memory, swaying in the fleeting year, and once again condense and look back, everything was smoky. The ages are mottled and the memories are scattered like sand. Once again, they pick up the fragments of memories. Those unforgettable, memorable, and sparse. Pushing a door called years, many years are finally stranded, desolate, and cloudless. Who and who can be like butterflies and wear them?
In the face of a soft, delicate emotional text, suddenly be touched with emotion, and the eyes become wet, and a heart is infinitely soft, it must be the person with a story in the heart. That period of time locked in the heart of the private feelings, once so enthusiastically entwined the inner side of the quiet, so deep to a heart in the unprepared state, and then it is so sweet entangled you
It took only a moment for you and I to meet. It took only half an hour for you to feel good about you, and it took only one day to like you. But I have to spend time with you when I forget you. Every time you meet you, I'm willing to take a year
There is a kind of plant in the world. It blooms twice a year. Once in the late autumn in the bleak period, once in full bloom in the early summer, it is an unknown flower. Shallow Jane years, full bloom, I do not know whether the flowering period is too short or too long? If you give you a chance to bloom, how is it like you want to bloom, how is the time you want to have. If grief can also reverse the river, then all falling clear
Happiness, turning a corner that evening, almost ruined the happiness of her life. She did not have any hunch. The fire on the cooker just stopped and looked at the watch on the wall. The man usually entered the house at this time and starved to death while calculating the day's harvest with her. The man is skilled, and several construction sites are rushing for it. Wages rise upwards. Man one day drunk and full
I have never forgotten the little hut, the clear pond, the lotus leaf in the water, the fish and the shabby little wooden boat. I was looking at it from day to day, with the same attitude and different moods. From the straight back of the old man and the outline of the facial junjie, when he was young, he was definitely a rough, bold, dare to dare to hate man, but he was unappealing, and the biggest reason was that of the United States.
At one o'clock in the morning, I couldn’t get to sleep. I suddenly remembered my feelings… I chatted with an elder and inadvertently talked to the movie line. He said: “Look at the movie “Walking smoke everywhere.” There is a very touching line, 'Tea. You have to drink slowly in order to taste authenticity; you have to get along slowly to get the true meaning.'' After reading me, I replied to my own opinion. "People are just like tea.
Once there was such a teenager. He liked a girl. The teenager didn't stand out from the crowd and his performance was even worse. And that girl is in the class, he knows that there are many near-perfect boys around her. But he only fell silent, he consciously his own ordinary, only the results can make him outstanding, so the teenager is very serious study. Keep that watch in mind
If I didn't meet you, I wouldn't have long thoughts and torment. I might have lived the same life as before. However, if I didn't have such a meeting, I wouldn't know that there was an emotion, tears, and laughter. I miss it but it's still mesmerizing. Perhaps this feeling is itself a poppy, which is addictive. – Out of the window of the inscription, moonlight, ears, slight sadness
I believe that one day, the pain you have left for me will eventually fade away. Just do not know how long to wait. However, from this moment on, I decided to forget you. Even if my heart hurts, I will not let you know if I walk alone, happy or sad. Since you no longer need me in your world, then let them behave like each other, you choose him, I will
[listen, lotus] Summer, faded the last touch of tenderness. A rain, summer frenzy. In the early morning after the rain, I walked on the small road in the country and I was greeted by a fragrance that attracted my soul. Looking for flowers, I had a chance encounter with Lotus. The first thing that catches your eyes is the pool of leaves. Extensive in every corner of the water, like a green sea, with the wind
“You think about it, what can you give me? Economic satisfaction, or your final destination? You can't! So…” Perhaps, I’m really naive. Maybe I’m really not grown up. Maybe I’m too serious. Infatuation, maybe, what you said was something I really couldn’t do… but I still sighed behind our shadows and lamented that the years could not witness the constant love, those once
The text/fallen red hearth leans against the window to listen to the rain, quietly listening to the rain's loneliness and mourning, ticking, ticking, each sound, every one, seems to fall on my heart, loneliness unsolicited, straight to the depths of the soul The deepest corner, looking up at the dark sky, I do not know whether the rain outside the window is even more lonely, or my heart is more lonely, dripping rain, soaking the earth, soaking my heart and getting my eyes wet. one
Our story, what should I say. I'm very good. In July 2014, I heard from a friend that you had looked for me. I'm fine. I can only say this to you. I once imagined that one day, you will find me. So, I often sit under the age-old flower tree waiting for you, but also secretly looked up your blog in the dead of night, but also stood on the roof to feel the direction of your direction. Just, that
In the late spring of that year, the Bougainvillea plumeria covered the long wall behind the dormitory and it was bright and colorful, and the redbuds went all the way from the school building to the sports ground. Feeling, at the moment, she is overwhelmed. "Hey, you waited for me. The game didn't start so fast." Learned to dance and it was a long-distance champion.
I like the dark night, staring at the stars in the night sky, looking at the bright and colorful moon, with the different winds of the four seasons, my heart will always become wide. Even if nobody speaks, my heart is no longer annoyed, but it is like liberation. I always like to rotate back and forth in my chair after work, pour a cup of tea and savor it. It feels like the aftertaste of life. I thought that I experienced so much
Text / Fallen red hearth cut a warm memory, holding those greetings along the way, those bites deposited in the deepest corner of the heart, so that tears and crystal dew, crystallized by Wen Xiang's happiness, thinking about your mouth There was a hint of a smile, with tears in the corners of the eyes, half of the fortunate ones and half of the sadness. Fortunately, I fell in love with you. The sadness was to say goodbye to you, and I was persistent in my heart.
Text / Yi also said that the same boat transition is a past life to repair, can know each other, accompany each other that is how much the world to repair the fate of it! It is said that the cause of God is God's purpose, and that it is man-made. Therefore, God's inability to resist can't be blocked. ! Love a person is very hard, hate a person is also very hard, to give up a person who loves his own love is even more difficult, to accompany a do not love their own do not love