2, the past is like a dream, I want to be shallow, but I am deeply touched. The mark engraved in time bears witness to regret.
3. If there is a sea in your heart, your mind can be broadened; Only when there is spring in the heart can the heart bloom; There is happiness in the heart, and happiness can fly.
4, the day flies far away, the sound is sparse, and Qiu Si is a pulse, which makes you worry about the smoke trees. I'm afraid I'll be reborn after I secretly cut it. I just hate myself for being too soft-hearted and confused.
I think you are too important in my heart, and put it first in my heart. Perhaps, the kind of happiness you brought me is irreplaceable by others.
Bloom flowers fall, but a distance, joys and sorrows, but also a time in quicksand, seize, then cherish; If it breaks up, it won't bother you anymore.
7. Climb over mountains to regain old memories. Time flies, I can't take it with me. Heavy memories, you are moving, you are everywhere.
8, facing the sea, warm bloom in spring, give your heart a harbor, full of wind and rain and laughter; Give your heart a piece of blue, look for it, think quietly and do nothing.
9. Pick a wisp of comfort and quietly pick up forgotten poems; Smile and gently hum colorful melodies; One meter of sunshine gently welcomes the blue morning light.
10, the broken words of the pen tip are all from the heart. I am grateful for the bits and pieces with you, and those happy faces can only be quietly recalled in the illusory years.
1 1, at that time, I didn't love, how do I know, the happiness of love. Outsiders, how can you know the sadness of insiders leaving? No, sweet happiness, no sadness.
12, autumn in September, cool and humid. I love those graceful and indifferent autumn, dark red time, a sad mood, I look forward to it and love this season.
13, the Buddha said, there is nothing outside the heart, it is giving up and seeking, only in your heart. Perhaps, I am eager to pursue and eventually make myself physically and mentally exhausted, or perhaps I can't resist the temptation to make myself secular and mediocre.
14, romantic poem, painted in the palm of your hand; Half bright and half dark, hanging between the eyebrows; Half the sadness is hidden in my heart. In my hands, in my heart, from the outside to the inside, shape a real me without impurities.
15, see through, calm down, lock in a quiet place, bury yourself there, let the lights outside the window, let the grass grow, let the warbler fly, let that tired heart perch quietly in the running water and leave the world behind.
16, you are so indifferent that you can't see my regret, my heart of repentance. There is no room for sadness, and no matter how much you regret, you and our earth-shattering love can't be kept.
17, tranquility is the only possession of the night sky, and moonlight is an escapist dream. I can't see the bright moon because I still have a lonely heart that won't give up, so I put all my eggs in a basket in the future. ...
18, the coolness slowly soaked my memory. The little girl with a plain face, the girl who buried flowers at dusk, and the woman who used to fill the gap in her heart with words are now hard to find.
19, everyone is always eager to live a mobile life, full of flavor. I have always wanted to walk in the corridor of time, enjoy the spring flowers and autumn fruits, and enjoy the fragrance of the years with a clear heart.
20, every day, watching you by my side, my heart will be warm; Looking at your photos every day, I can't help laughing; Every day. I always feel that every day with you is extremely happy.
2 1, French window, inside the window, the ground is bright, outside the window, the ground is green, and the tassels on the curtains are fluttering, which is the most beautiful at this moment. At this time, as long as you understand it carefully, the most real and beautiful place is silence.
22. The window is a blur of smoke and water, and the lights are bright not far away. The noise is obvious and debatable. The love and sadness in those memories are inextricably intertwined, just like the continuous autumn rain today, which has no end.
23. When I was alone, it was so bleak to wander alone. I used to think that love, even if you leave, is as beautiful as fate. But when I really left, the pain in my heart could not be suppressed.
24. Know how to feel, open your heart at the right time, let the long-lost heart of sunshine be generously bathed in the dazzling light, let the wind blow, let the rain hit, be pious, and worship the fragrant flowers everywhere in silence.
25. The road ahead is still far, which doomed us to wander. We have searched for our paradise countless times, trying to put our souls on the ground. We are not afraid of bumps and thorns, but we just don't know how far we are from our dream goals.
26. In life, the only remaining beauty gradually disappears. I want to hold on to the past, but I find that the tighter I hold on, the faster I walk. I shed tears on the street corner of the years, turning left and right, which has fascinated me.
27, think more, recite poems and swing, I put pen to paper, you study ink. I am the light on the other side of your heart, and you fall in love with me step by step, giving birth to lotus flowers. I don't want to be prosperous and noisy in my life. I would like the world of mortals to recede. I would like to cook wine, repair fences and plant chrysanthemums with you, and never leave.
28. Grab a handful of seawater, moisten your eyes, roll up thousands of piles of snow, and laugh at falling flowers. All the past is like water and agarwood on the shore; It's deep and refreshing to take a hug, and the lingering in those arms is interpreted as a cloud in a silent place.
29. In my heart, hold your heart firmly and don't want your heart to leave my world; In my heart, you are like an angel and a devil who saved me. In my heart, you will never leave me, because I don't want you to leave me.
30. Time is like a song. You can't sing all the punctuation marks in the story. Memories are like hemp, I can't understand when memories come and go. With some passing scenic figures, I always remember them deeply and can't get rid of them. The shallow traces I can't erase will always scratch the chapter of the story.
3 1, Na Yue, gentle as water, deep as poetry. You wrote a palindrome poem for me with a clever smile, which touched my heart, added fragrance to tea, made love, and met each other after a brief encounter. Since then, Iraq has been on the other side, and flowers are a kind of enjoyment. You are on this shore, and the harp and the harp sing together.
32. Sigh at the misty years, whose youth pales. Time's meat cleaver records its year number on my face, but it doesn't allow me to record all the good things. Only intermittent shallow traces are left, and the story is concentrated at this moment, which is unclear and unclear.
33. Perhaps the most beautiful time in the sky is not when the morning glow is red, but when the sky is clear in Wan Li. Perhaps, when the sea is the most vast, it is not the continuous gushing of waves, but the far-reaching connection between water and sky when it is calm; Perhaps, the most beautiful time of flowers is not when the mountains are full of red, but when they change.
34. Missing is a kind of happiness in tears. In this life, you are my most beautiful encounter, because it is so beautiful, so my heart is broken. I forgot myself because I love you. Because I love you, I don't know how to put myself; Because I love you, my fingertips are sad with paper. The left hand is sad and the right hand is sweet.
35. What is the truest? Take off the mask, put down the burden and live a secular self. For a flower, you can talk to yourself until dark; For a tree, you can empty yourself until dusk; For a leaf, you can stare at the tears. A simple me, a sad me, is the truest self.
36. Maybe, when you meet the right person, you just want to say what you are holding in your heart; Perhaps, when I meet the right person, I hope you can calm my heart, so that I will be comfortable; Maybe, when I meet the right person, I want to tell you from the bottom of my heart, so that you can understand me … everything, because I met you.
37. From the beginning of life, when you saw the first ray of sunshine, you were always by my side, growing up with me, experiencing the ups and downs of life together, sometimes decadent, sometimes sad, and you silently patted my shoulder; Sometimes happy, sometimes happy, you will fly and jump with me.
38. Wandering in the bright moonlight, eyes can't see further. Dark colors always keep my heart from moving and my backpack from traveling. People and things that slip away can try not to repeat regrets tomorrow. The story told yesterday can only be seen occasionally outside the rain weaving window today. ...
39. In the dark night, I still walk slowly, and my heartbeat still echoes strongly in the dead night. Silence suddenly climbed into my palm, which affected my typing speed. As if seeing your gentle smiling face, gently tell me that you have loved me for ten thousand years and never regretted it.
40. You see, everyone is queuing for happiness. However, the happiness express roared by, and there was only dust flying around. The melody played every day is monotonous, and the melody of life is only "tired". In the face of the noise, I can no longer feel the beauty of life, and happiness seems to have wings and fly far away.
4 1. In late autumn, I can get rid of fatigue and embark on a journey alone. While it's not too late in late autumn, I accompany the rain, the light train, I wait at the window, watching the scenery outside the window change, creating a fuzzy vision, weaving a string of ribbons, bouncing my heart ... only waiting. Late autumn. Dredge the rain in a dream.
42, flying dust, standing in a waiting posture, alternating between the sun and the moon, quietly listening, rustling down, lonely and thin autumn feelings, precipitating a quiet after the noise, waiting for the fleeting time to stop Leng Xiang, the dream of clear autumn is melancholy, facing clear traces, and how many ups and downs have passed, a dream is no longer cold.
43. buckle a song of the years and sing the cold marks of yesterday. I will never see my footprints again, and I will never see the beginning of wearing them. Only the sail of memory, numbly looking for the changed route, I don't know how to find the stopping place. That long phoenix song, how to sing the dance of beautiful years.
44. When a gust of wind calls back my soul, and it condenses into a lonely body now, I can't do anything to follow the footsteps of the old days. How can I appreciate the beauty at that time? When pieces of fallen leaves dot my blurred vision, I don't know whether it is cold, warm, saturated, numb or unmoved.
45. In the distant sky, the scenery is autumn all the way, and everything is bleak and melancholy. Standing at the end of time, watching the bustling fireworks in the world of mortals is still the tranquility of the past, with clear water and blue sky and abundant powder. A beautiful scenery, spinning with autumn rhyme. The leaves fell silently, and I realized the desolation of autumn. Looking at the afterglow of the sunset, gentle and simple, solidified the imprint of the years.
46. When you are in the red, you will always recall the past and sigh the past. The falling flowers in the sky are swaying in various ways, as if to meet an old friend in a hurry and stage a fantastic painting scene. It's a pity that the scenery is so beautiful, but I'm the only one left, wandering at the starting point of this matter, fascinated by it in the dreamy years.
47. If there was predestined relationship in previous lives, I wish every tune would pluck my strings and wait for you to make peace. If I have a dream in this life, I would like to make a wish for you sincerely. Your life is the warmest in my life, and your smile is my greatest wish. I only wish you * * * meet in this prosperous time. In your tender feelings like water, love each other step by step and grow old together in the years like water.
48, dancing in the red, time is quiet. Ask the world, who can not give up to the years, it is called a lifetime of sorrow. Years are like patches of red, passing through the dust of the world, and after some tossing, they are quietly buried in the loess, leaving only transparent scratches that confuse their minds. I, on the other hand, always feel around, leaving only a sigh and looking at the moon in the water.
49. The meditation room is spotless, and a cup of light tea turns from hot to cold. Futon, wooden fish and scriptures tell the loneliness of Buddha, but they are also ethereal and calm through the world of mortals. Listening to Sanskrit and looking at the clock engraved with Sanskrit, my heart was unconsciously infected and became clear and quiet. I think I must have been a dust in a Buddhist temple in my last life, listening to Sanskrit and Buddha's teachings every day. The heart is bodhi, and the world can still laugh as before after suffering.
50. If time is a song, then we are singers. Even if we are lonely, we will still sing tenaciously. If time is a journey, then we are walkers, walking and dreaming to enrich our lives. How long is life? What kind of affection should we use to interpret the fleeting time? Standing in front of the sea, we feel not only the smallness of a drop in the ocean, but also the grandeur of a vast ocean. Looking at the sea quietly, we are full of dreams and peaceful hearts. ...
5 1, the world of mortals is endless, who buried deep attachment? A roll of painters, who messed up a piece of love? Acacia is a song, whose affectionate eyes are full of resentment? I can't wear the desolation at the end of the song; Write the endless ups and downs of origin and extinction; I can't see the nothingness of the lens. Who destroyed my city and whose heart did I lose? Since then, that touch of face has been forgotten in the end of the world, burning incense in your last life, but you have missed the sentimental lingering of your life. As promised, this is always a dream about pipelines.
52. Burning incense under the Bodhi embankment in previous lives won you a happy life together. Therefore, looking forward to the hustle and bustle of the world of mortals is a happy face. I just want the simplicity of leaning against the building and listening to the wind and rain. I just look down on ordinary Jianghu. I just laughed and listened to the calm of misty rain, twirling my fingers and telling my heart, caring for each other and never getting tired of watching it. With a pair-by-pair attitude, I will plant chrysanthemums on the hedge, keep safe all my life, devote my life's tenderness, face the sea, and warm bloom in spring.
53. The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, scattered waves and past lives's dream. I don't know if my memories overlap. I combed past lives, and a water lotus quietly bloomed in a lotus lake. Not glamorous, not glamorous, just faintly open, guarding your own time. Looking at the long years and carving the old face, I still feel like yesterday, neither sad nor afraid, nor worried or hurt. Looking at the sunset, smiling, as warm and beautiful as a blooming flower.
54. When people are on the road, there are many things that they can't control. There are many encounters that I can't forget. Dreams are in the horizon, dreams are in front of us, dreams are in pursuit, and the sea is sailing; Chasing the wind is a kind of leisure. The fleeting time is shallow, even if the road ahead is full of thorns, we should embrace everything with the state of mind of the sea, look at life with the magnanimity of the sea, and paint the joys and sorrows of life as a thousand turns of the soul. When emotions splash and the world laughs, isn't it a kind of detachment and happiness that we experience?
55. Taste the fragrance of flowers, fold a sadness and draw it on my face for the world to see; Break a piece of grass and hide a trace of sadness in your heart. Once you and I * * * cut the candle at the west window next to the hut in Jiangnan water town; Once you and I lived together under the lush bodhi; I have grinded you to write under the bright starry sky on a moonlit night ... How many times, my whispers and your soft words have been wandering in the days of bloom, and in those days, there was our most ignorant and innocent love.