May the hairpin on your head bloom all the way
In your heart is a world of light swords and fast horses, and at your feet is a life that you cannot control.
Life will never be perfect, looking back it will all be dull
Waiting quietly outside the spring breeze for a sentence of "Are you an old friend?", a thin paper letter came with "Nothing to keep".
Although this world is not what I thought, I am me, so everything is my hometown.
He was just a young man. He was alone in the world and only said silently, "Where is the world?"
Autumn has passed, looking for old friends, no one travels
However, the mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River are old, and I have a dream and half a pillow.
Returning in the wind and snow is chic after all. .
The scariest thing is that when you look back, you suddenly find that the familiar people around you have all changed. . . .
One person can make a fortune, life, living, you have to fight for it yourself. I have no background and no backing. This is the only life left.
The cruelest game in the world is the merry-go-round. The distance between us is just this, but this distance will never shorten...
Hold your own umbrella You can walk fast without getting caught in the rain
Those who are hated will feel no pain; those who hate will be scarred.
There is a small shop selling orange tenderness in the sunset
No one stands with me at dusk, no one asks me whether the porridge is warm
The spring scenery abandons me, Bury me in winter snow. It's not worth living alone in my life.
I have only been in this world for a few short years, how come I have tasted all the bitterness and bitterness so quickly
You are my mountains and rivers, but not my port of call?
We are all accustomed to saying sad sentences in a cheerful tone
Children look into the distance, and adults miss their hometown. From struggling to let go to surrendering to missing, this is probably growth.
It is difficult to write about half a year of wind and snow on a piece of paper.
When the heat is over, how about we start over?
In fact, the most pitiful people are those who look away and fall.