No shadow broke the tears, and the traces drawn by the years in that light year were engraved in my heart one by one.
I put away the wings of my dream, but I stopped believing, but I can never go back to the old days.
I would rather spend my whole life shedding tears for the earthly smoke, falling flowers for Bodhi and falling flowers for the prosperity of the world.
The sunshine is still there. We cross the light and shadow, follow the footsteps of history, create a better life and move towards a better tomorrow!
Filled with the smile of spring, it strengthens the appearance, but it is hypocritical and fragile, and dare not touch it.
Perhaps, at that moment, the dream is still there, and so is the tenderness.
A person's play, directed by himself, has a wonderful interpretation. In the play, I let go of my emotions. Smile sadly; I cried my eyes out.
If my love is destined to be a one-man show, it is destined to be directed by one person and performed wonderfully. I will also devote all my true feelings, sing for him until flowers bloom and fall, and undertake a person's eternal life!
In the drizzle, the fireworks will fade and the concert will stop.
Time and space rotate and years change. Dream or dream, we are no longer young.
Miss in fleeting precipitation, tossing and turning, whose songs can touch each other's hearts?
The sky is empty, the moon is full of shadows, and the window is quiet. Indifferent life, there are many right and wrong. Those utilitarian things are shielded by the brain, pay attention to the soul endowed by nature, and let everything return to a starting point.
Diary of years, wet eyes, can't find yesterday's paradise, use a smile to resist confusion, if one day I leave, it will also be smiling.
Sighing at all kinds of scenery and dusk clouds seems to say that spring is late.
Listening to the Tao, you get a kind of spiritual pleasure and satisfaction, giving people a beautiful artistic conception and charm, quiet and serene, holding your breath, listening carefully to the sound of walking from the green place of Qianfeng, mountains and rivers everywhere, everything seems to move forward silently.
There is an evil smile on the corner of my mouth, listening to the songs left by that summer.
Even though the world always blurs our vision, the air around us is still silent, and the rising sun rises from Ran Ran in the east as always.
The world is like a deep river, with unknown direction, memories and unknown emotions, as well as lingering ripples, flowing continuously.
An ancient road, a thin horse, a wanderer, the afterglow of sunset and dusk sprinkled on the Millennium ancient road, and the autumn wind gradually rose, blowing grass and sky, blowing the face of the wanderer.
Looking through the autumn water at a glance, breaking the Nai River, getting drunk and falling late. A babbling voice came out of the dream and echoed in the atrium, making Moonracer look silly. A strand of hair slipped down the plain fingers, wrapped in the sadness of love, and gently fell in love with water.
The moon is as quiet as sand. When many such nights come, I like to be alone, standing quietly by the pavilion with water, watching the twilight sunset and the spread of the night, slowly covering myself in the curtains and lamenting the myths created by nature, but the same place can be ever-changing at different times.
The leaves are green after the rain. I don't have the heart to choose too much, but I think it's your incarnation. Picking is too cruel.
After the rain, camellia blooms and azaleas wither, and the time and distance of life are unparalleled. After thanking, a day of spring is hard to find.
One day, I will sing and my voice will be hoarse in the wind and rain; One day, I will dance in the moonlight and slim down; One day, I will be miserable and turn into tears in the hot sun; One day, I will laugh wildly and stir the clouds on the mountain.
Taste attentively, I saw the most beautiful notes in the world, and the beating melody rippled in my heart, like petals falling in the water.
Listening attentively, there will always be something that touches us inadvertently in music. Perhaps it is a sadness that has not been touched for a long time; Or the happiness I haven't remembered for a long time.
Life is first of all a telescope, seeing far away; Then the microscope, look carefully; Next is a magnifying glass, see through; Followed by sunglasses, look down; Finally, look in the mirror and smile at life.
If you don't care so much and want so much, life will be much simpler.
If it is rough, there is no regret.
Hand over the mountains and rivers and smile for you.
Life is not a game, but a journey. If you keep trying to impress others and surpass others on the way, you have wasted this journey.
I like you, just now; I love you, but this is a complete future.
We are not good at expression, so that we are used to guessing. Affirm, deny, repeat, and then we become sensitive and fragile.
There is no need to worry about the past with a leisurely smile. We have come all the way just to bid farewell to the past and walk into the next scenery. If sadness fills the gap in life, it really desecrates life.
I'm still watching over you on the other side.
Walk the sky with you and see the flowers everywhere.
Who sighs in the years.
Life is so short, the world is so chaotic, I don't want to quarrel, I don't want to have a cold war, and I don't want to have a second regret with you.
I would like to be a tree and stand on the road you must pass. I would like to be a cloud to shelter you from the scorching sun. I want to make an umbrella to resist the storm. This is love.
Please don't be disappointed, ordinary is for the most beautiful.
A thousand years of fame, a lifetime of burial, a delicate country, and a ridiculous life without a monarch.
When I was young, I thought loneliness was a cool thing. When I grow up, I feel lonely is a very sad thing. Now, I think loneliness is not a thing.
Remember, the rosewood hasn't come out yet, and I didn't go either.
At the beginning of the world of mortals, mountains and rivers are boundless. Facing the initial heart, smashing nightmares is impermanent, and life is unparalleled.
Even though we are separated from Qian Shan by thousands of waters and the ends of the earth, we share the same moon and stars. I'm happy to think about it, too.
Remember what should be remembered and forget what should be forgotten. Change what can be changed and accept what cannot be changed.
Jiangnan style, Tianshui is completed, and the desire of heavenly education goes against the body.
Tears hero, the world is much more bitter. Mountains and rivers are always silent, how can we be happy?
Look down on the vicissitudes of the world and feel safe inside.
Forgiveness is not forgetting, nor forgiving, but letting go of yourself.
I would like to be a lamp to warm your cold and take care of your life.
Flowers covered by years become blank.
Those prosperous sorrows will eventually become the past,
I loved, hurt and cried before I knew that if it wasn't mine, I shouldn't have it.
Love is that no matter how much you resist, it will still come. Love is that no matter how you denigrate it, it is still a noble thing.
Don't think too great of yourself, you know, in other people's world, no matter how well you do, you are only a supporting role.
Don't even think about rewinding. This is life, not a movie.
When you don't ask questions and don't want to know the details, it's not that you are free, but that you don't love at all.
The vast land is broken with a sword, and the prosperity is gone.
Your journey will never see my old age again.
Han Xiao is boundless, holding prosperity and sadness, frowning, destined to be a thing of the past.
Clear a branch, don't float dust. Not unassuming, respectable and lovely, the best in flowers. When the lotus flower in Xia Yue first blooms, it blooms at dusk, and the heart spits lightly. The fragrance disappears in countless green leaves, and the smiles are all around.
One night, the high wind withered the green trees and withered the wings of memory vicissitudes. The faint expectation, time flies. A person quietly recalls, eager to see. A man who prays devoutly is a flash in the pan.
The moonlight is dim, the stars are faint, and the ripples of a river are shy and bright. The moment I met you, I found the eternity in my life, the light of the stars, soft and luxurious, and all the poetry was in the pursuit of obscurity.