Elegance refers to quicksand, and old age is a period of time.
After the fleeting time, I dreamed of going back to the water and watching the fireworks bloom into a full moon.
The fog cleared and I woke up. I finally saw the truth. This is the silence that Qian Fan spent.
Looking at the sun and the moon that day, there was silence. Green mountains and green waters, stretching from generation to generation; As in my heart, you have never left and never changed.
With the passage of time, my enthusiasm for you has turned into a spring breeze, but it lingers vaguely in my heart.
Time may make something profound shallow, but it still lingers.
All scenes
In the darkness of no one
An orderly performance
I drew a prison for myself.
The invisible wall imprisoned me.
i forgot
I forgot how I spent this week.
Muddle away almost every day.
Cyclic repetition
Stop and go
In the end, there was no one around me.
That's what I do.
Stay where you are.
Watch them wave at me.
Stay away from me.
I really wanted to turn around and run away without looking back.
But I can't.
I want to see them as much as possible.
Because if you miss it,
See you in this life
All the beautiful but cruel things in this world.
Always coming and going like a tidal fog
Fast as lightning
So I began to believe in love and freedom.
Only exists at a glance.
Live and smell, or live and breathe.
Life is a lonely circus.
We perform alone.
Even if it's just a lonely circus.
We still have to play live.
Things are still there, but people are not what they used to be.
Eternal law
It is not time that dilutes everything.
It's not distance that separates us.
Yes, his original deadline has passed.
It is precisely because things have changed.
Just had a new beginning.
Deep self-righteousness is nothing but self-deception
Always trying to cross some fate hidden in the shadows.
No matter how wronged you are, you won't say it as a joke to others.
I understand that perception can be illusory because there are vision, hearing and touch.
There are countless fireworks in the long street. You look back with the lights, the pavilions are short, the world of mortals is rolling, and I sigh again.
Who finally broke the string, the flower fell on the shoulder, trance blurred.
How many beauties have been worn out and how many pieces of acacia have been broken, leaving only blood-stained ink to cry in chaos.
The vast land is broken with a sword, and the prosperity is gone. Leaning against the clouds hides loneliness, even if others laugh at me. Who scattered the smoke, who scattered the vertical and horizontal ties.
Let him know everything and smile for you. Listen to the string and break three thousand infatuations. Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind rippled. If the flower is pitiful, whose fingertips will it fall on?
Whoever forgets each other first, dumping the country is the old country. I refuse to play. Shadows are amazing. Once upon a time, there were tall buildings that sang at night and had dancing sleeves on them.
When all the flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you.
Still water, singing; Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy.
Spring goes and spring comes, beauty is old, flowers fall and people die.
Send so much first. These are paragraphs and sentences, which should be obvious. If you want more, you can go to those antique stickers, there are many ~ If it is good, please adopt it ~ ~