1. Love is a wonderful flower in life, beautiful, noble and spotless, just like the snow lotus growing on the edge of a precipice. Purity and loyalty are the air and sunshine for her growth. There can be no dust of hypocrisy and deception in life, otherwise, the flower of love may wither overnight. Selfish plot, Leng Yue buried the soul, a selfish lie, enough to ruin a beautiful love.
2. Spring comes to winter, and the four seasons change, and there is no intention to render this kind of excitement and fetters. Years, as in the past, quietly passed away, quietly immersed, the true nature of life. Have a dream, from the initial heart. I will grow up with you, talk, run, cry and laugh together. More like a naive child, his tender face is full of the vigorous rhythm of life. There are bright and dreamy expectations in innocent eyes.
There are many dreams in this world, and there is a world in every dream. No matter how bright the sun is, it is only the length of a memory; The coming night, no matter how sad and sad, is just a vague and uncertain outline. In the past and future changes, we are old and dying. But in the end, it turns out that dusk is the most beautiful time for bloom.
The road of life can't be smooth sailing. Everyone may encounter some setbacks and failures, and may also encounter unsatisfactory things. The problem is to see how you face it. It is not difficult to be a happy person. First of all, we must maintain an optimistic attitude, and secondly, we must have a normal heart. Don't attach too much importance to fame, money and love, and don't pursue it deliberately. We should take it lightly and lose it calmly.
Life itself is a blooming flower, which will wither. Brewing in the bud, passion in bloom, precipitation in withering. You can hear Bloom's voice, which is the generate of life; You can smell the intoxicating flowers, which is the embodiment of life value. Even if the flowers don't bloom and the fragrance doesn't come, life has experienced hardships, so why be afraid of the vicissitudes of failure. Looking back, the glory has passed, the depression has passed, and the journey of life has stepped out of the fragrant footprint. You just have to smile like a flower.
6. In the past years, we laughed and the sea changed. We have experienced it, and people are warm and cold. We all put up with it, and the relationship is deep and shallow. We suffered. The journey of life is running all the way, full of obstacles, continuous crossing, bitterness, transcendence, maturity and gratitude. Appreciate a spring flower, watch a season of falling red, cherish a knowledge, the journey is in a hurry, just a mixed pass, banish a mood, but also a free and easy soul, let life sing all the way.
7. The heart of water is flat, but the heart of water is light. You see, the level is like a mirror, and the cloud is full moon. Water, with a calm heart, flows slowly, meets some obstacles and bypasses it gently. Why care so much, calmly and calmly; If the journey is smooth and straight, so much the better. I can also run as fast as I want. When I look thousands of miles away and the waves are rough, I will also show my chic and indulgence.
8. Walking in the world of mortals, years bring us not only the breeding of wrinkles, but also a real understanding of life. The wind of years blows away ignorance, complaints and desolation, but flowers of mature wisdom! Sedimentation, sublimation, collection, traces of years are naturally drawn by one person, and life is moving forward on this trace. Gradually drifting away, drifting away and becoming beautiful, and finally, heading for the peak of glory.
9. Jiangnan in spring is beautiful, the wind is soft, the air is fresh and the sun is warm; Wheat seedlings in the field are like the sea, scattered villages are unsinkable boats, criss-crossing winding rivers, willow branches by the river spit out buds, and reeds are green as soon as they come out; The calm river wakes up from the simplicity of winter and is covered with the color of nature.
10. The ancient talents are sentimental and reward the east. The scenery in the north is good, Nalan has gone home, and his relationship is unfinished. Zhu Hua's Cao Zijian is famous all over the world, but Zhen Fei doesn't know it. Song, red rain is pouring memories. How can memory dive? Your beautiful eyes flow in my heart as before. When you feel it, the flowers will also splash tears and the sky will be old. Your love and loyalty to love make us have a special liking for a moment. Your songs haunt our hearts, and we will have a special liking for a century.
1 1. Walking far away in the world, I often meditate on a roll of old ink, shed tears for the deep bitterness in the courtyard, and moved by the gentle woman who didn't touch a trace of dust. Imagine, without make-up, a faint beauty, flicking her fingers, facing tang style Song Yu, leaning against the mae of water and the depths of clouds, chanting softly, that quiet and carefree, laughing freely, like an elf in a fleeting time, making people turn around a thousand times, forgetting the troubles of the world, and willing to be drunk and laugh with you.
12. At that time, many talented tender-hearted women were a little carefree, poetic and careless, but gentle as the moon, intelligent and blue-faced, pleasing to the eye and intoxicating. If the book is spread out and copied with ink, the faint book fragrance is even more fragrant, like a lotus leaf covered with rain and dew, like a lotus sitting on a flat scroll, which makes countless talents marvel. They are the unique elegance of antique flowers in the years, as bright as the moon. The charm and softness of water is a book that you can never get tired of reading.
13. It seems that you are in a secluded field, and a beautiful enjoyment is rippling in your eyes, and your eyes touch it. It is as pure as a famous painting that has just been printed and dyed, and the sky is like a polished gong that no one beats. Birds are singing on the green grass, and the breeze gently shakes off the rhythm and beats in the bushes; The air is filled with the fragrance of all kinds of flowers and plants. Autumn rhyme injects beautiful passion into everything, so it embraces the green water, snuggles up to orchids, kisses the earth and dances with the creatures!
14. In the rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River, I opened a light blue umbrella and sat at the end of the stream, watching the sunrise, the ebb and flow of the tide and the Yun Fei in Yun Qi. This ever-present desire has penetrated into my blood, giving me an elegant attitude towards life. In fact, to understand the true meaning of life requires the accumulation of years and the simplicity of truth. Jiangnan in the dream has never been noisy, luxurious or grandstanding. Is it peaceful and realistic, is it the beauty of tranquility in life, and is it the initial innocence of life?
15. A cloud with wings. When it laughs, the world is bright, birds and flowers are fragrant, and when it cries, the world begins to convey sadness. Clouds are above my eyebrows, building nests for my dreams. Clouds spread their wings in the sky, take the bitterness and pain of the world into their arms, and then turn into tears to wash away the filth of the world. Sometimes, it will turn into a storm, roll up the garbage of the world, and make the desire tremble at the top of tall buildings.
16. One person, one city, a lifetime of heartache. I've searched all over Qian Shan, and you've been waiting for me all your life, but I'm not your ultimate support. Turn, turn, turn, who will remember those hastily withered buds in bloom, and miss not the returnees, but only passers-by. Weave a affectionate dream for you. If you live like a dream, how can you complain about your weak thoughts? It will always be empty. Since then, you have been alone in a city.
17. I have become a martyr in the cycle of my life. I flicked the dust off my body. Who has exhausted the yearning for the end of the world, those prosperous sorrows have become the past, leaving me alone to find traces of the past. A west wind blew my mind away. In this life, who promised to give me half a city of smoke and sand? A bloom stung my eyes. Who will protect me from death in this life? No one can understand the language of flowers, who is lingering with flowers.
18. One step at a time, one idea for a lifetime. The deep affection between you and me has long been interpreted as a beautiful poem. When I close my eyes, I always think of the beauty and surprise I saw at first sight. How many passers-by are there in the net sea, and how many people turn around? Look at bloom and Ren Yunjuan before the court. I feel at home with you here. I don't care about the past, and I don't ask what will happen tomorrow. With you in this life, I won't miss the beauty of falling out of the water again. I will cherish the love between mountains and rivers. If you never leave, I will live and die together.
19. There are thousands of encounters in the world. One encounter is called love at first sight, a glimpse in the world of mortals. You stared deeply in my heart, and I began to fall in love with you step by step for this sight. I just want your warm company, nothing more. I just want to enjoy your world and read quietly. Keep your promise, talk about love in detail, and walk into your warm city. There are many beautiful things in people's life, and I have a special liking for you.
20. There is still a bag of fragrant thoughts hanging on the green vine of memory. If there is no reincarnation between me and love, why do green mountains and green waters and distant people look so familiar? Perhaps, I am a camphor tree reclining on your journey, an Aegean fish released during your leisure fishing, and a metal button near your heart in your coat pocket, just blowing you a sigh of relief.
2 1. Beauty is like a magician, changing beautiful scenery in cold and warm seasons. Beauty is also classified into other categories: there are magnificent sea beauty; There is a majestic beauty in the desert; There is the quiet beauty of autumn moon reflected on the lake; There is the majestic beauty of Song Tao like thunder; There is a quiet beauty before the flowers and under the moon; There are gorgeous and beautiful flowers, red and green; Looking at the hazy beauty of the mountain in the fog; The lofty beauty of three old cold friends; The indifferent beauty of the rain hitting the banana.
22. Persistent life sits in front of the Buddha like a lotus, and rhythmic love lights up the endless candlelight in my heart. Through the snowflake, I feel the echo of warm and humid air, maybe colorful is ahead! Let the original passion expand, light up the happy face on the other side with the language of poetry, and the beauty of drunkenness will quietly bloom in the corner of the years!
23. Walking on the moon with the wind, I studied homesickness into ink, started writing, filled in half a volume of clear words, missed you thousands of times in the flowers, and traced my attachment through the window of time. A trip to mountains and rivers will be enriched by one person; For a while, it will be lush because of an encounter, and the breeze will bypass this place, like an elegant violet, emitting a beautiful and distant charm, dusty and at first glance.
24. Silent night, watching the curved moon and listening to the soft melody of the night falling from the sky. My heart sings and dances under the stars and dances in my own world. The countryside is still a dream city. Think of me at the edge of the bamboo fence, with my long hair hanging freely, cooking a pot of tea with my heart brushed, and giving my heart to the stars in the lingering fragrance. The hazy moon is quiet and the stars are scattered all over the floor. I don't need anything tonight. I can have a drink with the meteor and make up for my weak soul in the ethereal and quiet realm.
25. Blue sky and white clouds, sunny weather, long grass, singing and dancing. Peach blossom and willow green, the first thing you see is peach blossom. White, pink, crimson, crimson? Buds in bud are in full bloom in the wind, and trees are floating brightly in the dark green wheat field like clouds. If a woman smiles, the wind is wrapped in a refreshing fragrance. Can't help but think of whose? People don't know where to go, but peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze. .
26. I have seen the scenery all the way and walked several times. Wandering hearts are always a little lost. Time goes by, seasons change, and life is still in a depressed state. Smiling, my heart is faintly bitter, lingering and tangled, as if I was still worried. Light and shadow are illusory, thoughts are stranded, and smiles are always so far away. Always want to hold the hand of time, warm in the years, warm on me, and feel the warmth of this season in the days of Qingning?
27. Looking back, the years are gradually blurred. In the long silhouette of time, any beam of eyes is full of nostalgia, loss and expectation. Time is traceless, the wind is indifferent, and my heart is full of sadness, helplessness and fullness. Any ray of sunshine passes through my heart, but it can't warm this beautiful autumn. My thoughts are wandering, and I suddenly lose my charm, but my heart, behind a ray of sunshine, always feels so cold. Is it? It is this autumn color that indicates the coming of cold, isn't it? The cool autumn this season will continue this melancholy.
28. After reading 3,000 bustling stories, I suddenly realized that when a beauty is ecstatic, all her moods are the scenery of fireworks in March; When it hurts like a knife, all the scenery is heartbreaking; All kinds of scenery interweave with eternal scenery, and all kinds of moods deduce one fleeting life after another, but they have never stranded a kind of acacia-promising you forever.
29. Amid the hustle and bustle, the world of mortals is misty and flying flowers are like dreams. Time flies, like a song floating in the sky. In the aftertaste of each song, hold a heart lamp and slowly outline the past. Then gently render it into a painting with a pen dipped in years, and reluctantly exile it in the falling distance. Looking back, the dust shook off gently, then turned around with a smile and continued to walk in the beautiful scenery.
30. Meeting needs heart-to-heart communication, and your heart needs to be like the young sun. Let your wisdom, your experience, your feelings and your pain turn into sunshine, bring warmth to others and make the meeting bright. Meeting is the vibration of the heart beating, and the heart is the eternal string. Gently pluck it and a beautiful melody will pop up, which needs your kindness, generosity, loyalty and persistence to render.
3 1. Commitment is not a white cloud in the sky, it is leisurely and elegant; Commitment is not the spray on the green wave, it is light and chic; Commitment is not duckweed on the water, it is uncertain; Commitment is not a epiphyllum in the night, it is fleeting. Commitment is like a pearl, its crystal is the price of the pain of the clam, but also the glory of the clam; Commitment is like golden grain, its fullness is the crystallization of farmers' hard work and sweat, and it is also the hope of farmers; Commitment is like honey, its sweetness is the crystallization of hard work of bees and the pride of bees.
32. The brightness of the bright moon, the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus and the singing of mountain birds make people feel ethereal and bright in a natural quiet and peaceful environment, forget all their troubles and pains, and suddenly feel that they have forgotten everything. Into the harbor of the soul, into the home of my soul. In intoxicating music, the air becomes lighter, the past becomes closer, the depression that has been stuck in my heart for a long time drifts away bit by bit, and my heart dances happily?
33. When the dust settles, there is only you in time. I only want to be gentle for a lifetime and never give up. From now on, I hope that the time of the soul will stay at that fragrant moment forever; Let spoony heart, enchanting amorous charm wait by the bridge of reincarnation? Stay drunk in the west wing, holding hands; Cut the candle at the west window and wrap your fingers around tenderness; Slowly and gently, after waiting for a thousand years, I won't leave until you come; I'm not old until you leave!