Autumn leaves have fallen, leaving a mess. Whose thoughts have already dried up, and if my heart is tired, I will still struggle and swear to be a waste cigarette? I was a solo. I'm waiting for tomorrow. Tomorrow, when the wind is light and the clouds are light, I will no longer be in tears, still smile on your shoulder, still lingering, as long as you will still be by my side, I believe I will give you free time. A cup of green tea is fragrant and haunting. How many sorrows disturb old dreams and dare to be crazy about you.
Loneliness adds hatred for no reason, looking at each other in the vast emptiness. Vast and oblique, there are participants. Acacia becomes a grave, who writes loneliness? People who should know, have you ever put your love into the Iraqi side, lush and green, white dew is frost, you miss it, and your eyes are bleak. Don't say eternity, the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, you dare to die with you, but you can't stand the test of time, let time take everything away.
You told me that women who like reading are as gentle as lotus, so I fell in love with words and believed that everything was inferior. Only with a high degree of education, there is Yan Ruyu in the book, and there is a golden house in the book. I also believe that knowledge is the ladder of human progress and a solid road to a better life. The more knowledge you have, the more successful you will be.
Reading useful books is listening to the voice of the wise. I have come to understand that books can not only express my thoughts, but also enrich my wisdom. Books can also cultivate my temperament. Knowledge can increase men's charm and wit, and keep women's beauty and temperament. Knowledge is the best tonic for one's mind. Money can't buy it. I see, but you're not here. When my heart lost its dependence, I realized that nine times out of ten, I don't think I am lonely. The four seasons go round and round, and bloom smiles and flowers fall at will. You will in my heart forever.
We know more clearly that we are not only surrounded by relatives, parents, lovers, but also inseparable from friends. Many times, friends are a fire in your heart, which will burn your mileage. The vast sea of people, cherish the encounter, cherish the gathering, cherish each other. Beware of silence. I stand alone in the shallow years, but I seem to have forgotten my words. I can't help thinking about you, but I can't guess the ending after all. Without your news, I have no choice but to cry. Life is a cycle of joy and sadness. I can't let you go. I only have you in my heart. If time goes back, I still long to meet you at the end of the world.
The light rain whirls, the breeze pierces the ears, the music curls, the emotion is pleasant, and the lingering sound wears away the stone. What is that? Side by side with you, peach blossoms are full of fragrance, touching each other, and your hand has never been held in the elegant and quiet street. Why? Answer, fear or ridicule. Silence. Time flies, I have been married for more than ten years, and there are joys, sorrows, tears and smiles. The sun and the moon intersect. Hold your hand, grow old with your son, get drunk with butterflies, and grow old with the phoenix tree. Women weave and men plow, and flowers are blooming.
Don't look for him in the meaningless crowd, because that person can only lament the person in front of him/her in the dim light, and he/she will warm your heart and shelter your feelings from the wind and rain. Don't say that you miss thousands of miles, it's just comforting yourself. Through the wind, through the rainforest, through the fleeting time, there is still no most beautiful encounter, and the world is far away. Honey, I only love you.
The moonlight is hazy and starry, and the beauty of your shadow haunts my heart. My dream flies over Qian Shan before your eyes. I want to dance with you, wander with you, and lie drunk on the carpet made of snow, just like dancing with you. I really want to hold your hand. In the snowy winter, I let them fall on your shoulders one by one and lie on the other. My warm eyes shone into my heart. Look at those footprints, that's the romance of my love for you. But time has separated you from me, and you no longer hold me in your arms. When everything comes to an end, I won't drown my sorrows for you.
If you cry for me, does it mean that I am in your heart? If we don't want to be apart, why insist on everything? But my tearful heart is also crying for this parting, and I don't care, dear, whether I will never come back to your arms in this afterlife, whether it is really a wordless ending, and this life is destined to be separated and never remember each other again. The moonlight shines on me several times, but I still dream, my temples are messy, I am lonely, and my stars are uneven. How many dreams do I have?
The spring breeze is full of words, the mood is lonely, the years are drunk, autumn is deep, flying flowers are fluttering, winter snow poems are overflowing, all fairies, gullies and mountains and rivers are dancing, and there are a few wisps of plum blossoms outside the bamboo fence, which seems to be affectionate, just like a beautiful girl peeping, shy, happy and affectionate, with your low eyebrows and graceful. How much is the snow kiss plum? Pour the fragrant shadow, clear and free and easy. The world of mortals is drunk, and this life is only mini. A period of lovesickness, who lost weight, for a period of time, who was drunk, who was infatuated, for whom, who fell asleep all night, who was missed, a pool of pen and ink, turned into a rain of lovesickness, fell into your hands, fell into your heart, and we met drunk.
Pick a beautiful flower with you, hide your love in the old days, never grow old, and gracefully become the beauty of cardamom. You and I are enough. Maybe I will never walk into your heart, but you can come and go freely in my heart. You may never see me again, but you follow me everywhere. Autumn leaves fall, leaving a mess, whose thoughts have long been exhausted, and if my heart is tired, I will still struggle hard, will my oath become a wasted beacon smoke? I used to be a solo performance. I am waiting for tomorrow. Tomorrow will be very calm, no more tears, still smiling on your shoulder, still lingering, as long as you will stay with me.
I believe that I will give you free time to fly in the water clouds and the blue sea. Your kindness and kiss left a deep imprint on my heart. Your hug intoxicated me, lingering around the blue light day and night. I will never forget your kindness and your prison in my heart. Why did you burst into tears in the world of mortals in the blink of an eye? Is it because the oath is too vague, or is missing poison? My heartbeat is normal. Do you want it?
If we are just passers-by, why leave countless cruelties behind, and how can we find an antidote? Don't want to be so far away. Once the scenery was colorful, I am still keeping an ethereal promise. Is it worth crying for you? Tell me, what did I do wrong? Or is your promise just to travel in the wind? When will the love of hundreds of fireworks give me a result? That promise is like a fixed framework. They say it's tender, just like yesterday, but the ending is so fragile that I don't know, right or wrong?
All I know is that I met at the ferry from beginning to end, holding on silently. From Bloom to Hualuo, my fingertips are beating for you day and night. Girls who are not familiar with the world are crazy about you, but they can't persist in the end. She has been obsessed with love for thousands of years, and her beauty is exhausted. Years bring up old dreams, but you are in a hurry. That shadow is deep in your eyes, no matter how many storms you experience, it remains the same. You are still so warm, like the sunshine in spring, warming all my nerves and blood vessels. No matter the vicissitudes of life, you will keep one of her, and time will shed tears. You have paid so much, but you have no regrets, but you have never been so deep for her. When you had the heart to give up her, did your heart ever hurt?
Have you seen her eyes shed a drop, two drops and countless drops for your departure ... My heart is full of misty rain, too, and I insist on keeping the beauty of the past. Everything turned into a bubble and I cried against the wind. Fireworks are gorgeous, just for a moment. If you can't stay, if you can't catch them, let them go. Let beauty bloom every morning. When the curtain falls, the wind is light and the clouds are light. Hello, I am sunshine. Years are silent, pen and ink are lingering, so lonely. Who will miss the ceremony?
Love songs of the world of mortals, who spread old hatred to new words? Love efforts, acacia dyed white temples, the past is like smoke. Why just frown and take it to heart? Wrong for thousands of years, love has gone with the running water, hurting your heart, and you have never been familiar with it. This is all a flash in the pan. You can't go back to that year, but you are dreaming the same old dream!
You say a cigarette, and you get lovesickness. You said that with me, your heart would feel warm. You said never leave, be brothers and sisters. I smile, lost in the beauty of your heart, you say, I am the fate of your past life, the lost lotus, this life, destined to meet, but I can not continue the fate. In a blink of an eye, people go empty, leaving a lonely shadow, wandering in the world of mortals, fish letters sent for no reason, and red tears are falling. Love is lonely, who will wipe away tears for Iraqis?