Everyone must learn to be strong and not cry. When encountering misfortune, there is no need to be sad, because being sad is not the key to solving the problem. The key is to find a way to learn to face difficulties with strength; the following is available, welcome to read.
: A road that divides into two ends and embraces an ending.
The story cannot describe the hardships accumulated in the years of youth. A road, divided into two ends, from now on, embrace an ending.
Yu Xiaoyan turned on the computer. It was already very late, but she still remembered one thing. Tell Wei Pengfei that she is not free and cannot attend the class reunion, but she wants to tell Pengfei and wish him a good time. Pengfei's smiling face and figure appeared in Yu Xiaoyan's mind. As soon as the message was sent, Pengfei replied to her immediately. Xiaoyan reluctantly nodded and smiled. Pengfei was still so cute. This may be Pengfei, Pengfei forever. As long as he was happy, that would be fine, her thoughts began to drift.
When she was 17 years old, she met Wei Pengfei. Yu Xiaoyan wore a ponytail. One night when she turned on the TV to watch the news broadcast, Pengfei passed by her. The remote control in her hand, A message was sent through his body. Pengfei smiled at Xiaoyan. From then on, Xiaoyan often heard a sentence called "love of intertwined times", which was said by a girl sitting in the next row. As soon as Yu Xiaoyan heard this sentence, she thought that the girl was crazy and didn't take it seriously. Pengfei smiled, Xiaoyan also smiled at that time, and it just passed.
Yu Xiaoyan never said a word to Pengfei, except to look at Pengfei sometimes, just for a look. A period of time, so beautiful, yet so cruel. I went out for an activity and got back to school very late. I probably didn't have enough physical strength to walk back. Yu Xiaoyan and a few girls were walking when Wei Pengfei appeared. The others yelled at Pengfei to call him and ride back together. Pengfei happily agreed. Yu Xiaoyan, who was sitting in the back seat, saw Pengfei's face through the light of the street lights outside, full of energy. Oh my god, Pengfei actually looked like he was getting married. This thought flashed through Yu Xiaoyan's mind, and she decided not to talk to Pengfei.
Stubbornness made Yu Xiaoyan decide to just take a look at Pengfei. Pengfei’s energetic power is like the flowers blooming on the trees in April in the world. It is love, warmth and hope. . Flowers bloom silently and fall silently. There is no force that can penetrate and impact Yu Xiaoyan's control of reason. No one knows what will happen in the future. Yu Xiaoyan saw and heard who fell in love with whom, who dumped whom, and who separated from whom during the three years of study. What is most important? Yu Xiaoyan always asks herself quietly in her heart. She doesn't know what she wants, what she wants to envy, or what she should do. However, she remembered Pengfei, and one day, she would take the initiative to speak to Pengfei.
Pengfei is a natural performer, and Yu Xiaoyan is a loyal audience. Three years later, Yu Xiaoyan suddenly became interested in the piano one day. She found what she wanted and went to the library to borrow it regularly. It became an indispensable decoration to go to the piano room to practice piano every day. Follow your own pace and don’t lose your heart. Pengfei saw Yu Xiaoyan slamming the door with her own eyes. She looked strange, unwilling to be disturbed by others, and did not consider other people's opinions.
Young time flies by and never stops. At the age of 22, Yu Xiaoyan has grown up, and Pengfei has also grown up. One day, the man who once talked about the love of intertwined time taught Yu Xiaoyan how to play chess. Yu Xiaoyan learned quickly. It didn't matter whether he was slow or quick. Another happy thing is playing chess. Yu Xiaoyan feels really happy. It turns out that conquest is a kind of power, which attracts many classmates to watch. Pengfei came and Yu Xiaoyan's chess was defeated by him. Yu Xiaoyan was dumbfounded. She was not angry, but stared at Pengfei's hand, and even compared it with her own hand. Sometimes she looked at Pengfei's face, and she said, "Where should I put the chess piece?" Pengfei put Yu Xiaoyan's hand. After getting mixed up in the chess game, she held her breath enough to cope with Pengfei's challenges again and again.
Yu Xiaoyan concealed herself, always having no intention of arranging chess games, and always losing. She became anxious and couldn't be free and easy even if she wanted to. She put on a red dress and after playing the piano, she changed into a green suit. She was only quiet in the piano room, which was safe. She even wanted to go home and see Teacher Jin Xing. Teacher Jinxing may have told her what to do, but she still didn't go to Teacher Jinxing. Jin Xing was the teacher Yu Xiaoyan met when she went to the countryside for an internship. Jin Xing told Yu Xiaoyan about her research on music, and Yu Xiaoyan began to improve her musical expression. The expressiveness of any emotion allowed her, at the age of 22, to experience a... Kam From Venus, Yu Xiaoyan received on-demand music for the first time. She gained a new understanding of the melody, ups and downs, tone, weight and slowness of the music, opening up an emotional feast.
With her longing for music, Yu Xiaoyan began to have a communication and understanding between art and life through the personality and spiritual traits of Beethoven, Mozart, and Chopin. Yu Xiaoyan bought herself a small flower umbrella. The umbrella is made of small flowers. The light green and pink flowers of lotus leaves are intertwined and overlap each other. There is a white cloth bag with blue flowers printed on it. It is very beautiful and aesthetic. Demand is in Yu Xiaoyan's eyes. Sensitivity is the characteristic of an artist and the muscle that mobilizes inspiration.
The fixed rhythm was broken. Yu Xiaoyan actually saw Pengfei's heart. She saw Pengfei was so angry one night that he passed by the seat next to her, and he passed by with a smile on other days. What happened. Yu Xiaoyan didn't know that she had made Pengfei angry. When the "love of intertwined time" was mentioned by the girl opposite, Yu Xiaoyan was so aggrieved that she almost went crazy. The words "love of intertwined time" spoken by the girl opposite doomed the three lives of Yu Xiaoyan and Wei Pengfei, and five hundred years of piety turned into ashes.
Yu Xiaoyan used her unique feeling to ignite the flame of love and then freeze it. Pengfei is so cute, so cute that he forgets himself. Yu Xiaoyan can't forget him, and she doesn't dare to forget him. You don’t have to forget it, but you have to let it go. Yu Xiaoyan looked at Pengfei quietly, admiring a picture of pure mountains and flowing water. She concealed her emotions so that Pengfei wouldn't notice. It was best to be an indifferent person. Because Yu Xiaoyan knew that Fang Li's appearance would completely change Pengfei's view of herself. It is always bad to worry about gains and losses. Yu Xiaoyan found that Fang Li had become close to her. The original Fang Li always had her own beautiful side. Yu Xiaoyan found that Fang Li spent more time looking in the mirror, looking left and right in the mirror. During the night when we were whispering, Fang Li was mentioned. Someone said that Pengfei was weird and called Fang Li's name several times during the night. When Pengfei called, he was asked on the spot if he liked Fang Li or had something to do with Fang Li? Why did Pengfei call him Fang Li? Yu Xiaoyan didn't want to know. Pengfei likes Fang Li, and Fang Li is very happy. She always cares about Yu Xiaoyan when chatting. Yu Xiaoyan told Fang Li where she bought the small flower umbrella and the small flower bag. Fang Li changed her appearance in front of Yu Xiaoyan when she had the umbrella and bag she wanted. Yu Xiaoyan still went to play her own notes. Started to forget myself.
Using her own heart to talk to herself, Yu Xiaoyan knew that time was running out, so she played hard. What should I say when I have to say goodbye to Pengfei after graduation? Just say "we will definitely get together if we are destined to". Pengfei's figure lingered outside her piano room, and there was laughter. Wei Pengfei has a heart, Fang Li has a mind, and Yu Xiaoyan drowns this matter with the expressive power of music, pressing it to the bottom of her heart. Finally, after graduation, Yu Xiaoyan happily chatted with her teacher and toasted. The cheerful atmosphere of the evening made Yu Xiaoyan a little reluctant, but she decided to let go of Pengfei, but she was too late to prevent an irreversible situation. Yu Xiaoyan agreed to accompany Teacher Hong to the bathroom for convenience. Teacher Hong drank too much and had to go to the girls' dormitory. On the way to the dormitory, Yu Xiaoyan and Teacher Hong stayed in the dormitory for a while like good sisters. Yu Xiaoyan felt that Teacher Hong was as friendly and close as a sister. She fanned her with a fan and her stumbling feet became softer. Stable. As for whether you will get drunk if you drink too much, Teacher Hong said that apart from desperately trying to go to the toilet, if you are really drunk, you will definitely be in a trance. Returning to the dining table, Yu Xiaoyan decided not to drink because she didn't want to get drunk, but she heard a voice in her ear, "Pengfei, go, go quickly." Pengfei came, now it's better. Yu Xiaoyan knew that she couldn't bear the temptation, so she stayed there and let Pengfei wait for a long time. Someone mentioned Jinxing, "It seems that she likes Jinxing, not you." Yu Xiaoyan Before Yan could recover, Pengfei had already become embarrassed. Oh my god, Pengfei, he really did this. Yu Xiaoyan can no longer say the words "we will definitely get together if we are destined". Following Teacher Hong's instructions, Yu Xiaoyan went back to the dormitory again. When she came back, Fang Li and Wei Pengfei were sitting together. Fang Li smiled, dreamily, while Pengfei lowered his head. Avoiding Yu Xiaoyan's eyes. Fang Li used her beating heart to make Wei Pengfei look like he wanted to cry. He lost his atrium and suddenly squeezed Yu Xiaoyan's heart window.
Yu Xiaoyan never understood what Wei Pengfei was thinking. When he went to the hospital for a physical examination the day after graduation, he stood under the platform very early and walked in only when he saw Yu Xiaoyan. The weather is hot, but he is not afraid of the heat. The look in his eyes that made him want to cry yesterday and the drooping of his head healed after one night. Yu Xiaoyan thinks Pengfei is really cute, he is very energetic when hosting a show in the auditorium, and he is also good at making drama at the dinner table, which is very good. Since Fang Li is willing to sit with him, he also likes to call her by her name. Just fine. It seems that there is no need to tell Wei Pengfei that "if we are destined to meet, we will definitely get together." This is good. The flowers of friendship can bloom into the praise of love. Stop by the library on the street, buy a book and read it at home, and you will be happy and worry-free. When they walked into the library, Yu Xiaoyan and Wei Pengfei almost bumped into each other. He smiled at her, but she turned around in embarrassment and hurried home. The weather was hot and she was shocked. Yu Xiaoyan knew that she was no longer the child who pressed the wrong remote control, and Wei Pengfei was no longer the child who smiled at her.
A road is divided into two ends. Yu Xiaoyan often wondered, but Teacher Jin Xing saw that she had something on her mind and didn't dare to ask. Teacher Jin Xing only knew that Yu Xiaoyan had a bad temper and said, "Don't bother me." This was Yu Xiaoyan's inner voice. Yu Xiaoyan listened to everything that was said, and rebutted what should be rebutted. There was no need to hide Yu Xiaoyan's childishness except silence. After graduation, Wei Pengfei and Yu Xiaoyan were separated. She decided to return his heart to him, and she needed to find a chance to help him recover, telling him that "we will definitely get together if we are destined." No amount of planning can match the power of the curse. About a year later, Yu Xiaoyan still met Pengfei, and Yu Xiaoyan still did not forget the original intention of setting herself up. Just an accident completely changed Yu Xiaoyan. As soon as Yu Xiaoyan got on the bus, she saw a group of young people. One of the men angrily accused a woman, "Even if he is nice, you approached him and wanted to hold hands."
Yu Xiaoyan didn't know what kind of emotional conflicts there were between these people, but one thing was that they were jealous and venting their anger. She had just sat down and saw that the person getting on the bus was Pengfei. Yu Xiaoyan relaxed her face and breathed smoothly. She touched the coins in her pocket and wanted to take them out to buy Pengfei a ticket. She smiled slightly at the corner of her mouth, like I invited the breeze into my sleeves, but it swept the yellow flowers all over the ground in desolation. Jing Wuhen, she forgot that the window of her heart could not remove Pengfei's heart. Let me buy a ticket for you, Pengfei, to end one relationship and not to worry about the next one. Yu Xiaoyan, who was about to stand up, looked at Pengfei passing by and glared at him, his face turned white, and his heart burned. She looked out the window and thought about the past. Since it had nothing to do with it, let's not get involved. Everything has nothing to do with her, Yu Xiaoyan warned herself with reason, and her heart suddenly died. She understood that it was not the words of the people in the car that angered Pengfei. Fang Li, Pengfei can get comfort from her, now it's better. Fang Li didn't get together with Pengfei. Oh my God, who was being hypocritical to whom. Yu Xiaoyan's brain was bombarded, and she persisted for a long time. She did not play or make friends during the holidays, and lived quietly by herself. For the sake of that heart, that heart, she even hit the window of her own heart. I felt like crying when I hit him, and even Teacher Jinxing couldn't do anything. Preserving a truth is painful, and restoring a truth is even more painful. What will happen to Pengfei many years later? His look of wanting to cry deeply makes Yu Xiaoyan miss him. The vast mansion is full of hectares, and when climbing high buildings, Yu Xiaoyan thinks about whether Pengfei is alone and is also holding on to what he should hold on to. Once, while studying, Yu Xiaoyan met Fang Li. Fang Li tied up her hair in a high braid, took the initiative to talk to her, and asked her if she had eaten? Yu Xiaoyan said no, so Fang Li urged her to eat quickly. Yu Xiaoyan didn't think much and went to eat alone, with only her shadow for company. Fang Li was panicked and her eyes rolled around. Yu Xiaoyan thought about asking her, but it was no longer necessary. Because Yu Xiaoyan had met Wei Pengfei. On the familiar resting platform, he was making phone calls to others. He completely changed his appearance and smiled happily. It was not a performance art, but a real live broadcast. Yu Xiaoyan thought that irrelevant people would always leave, so she stopped asking.
A few years later, Wei Pengfei has become a well-known name. He works hard to restore his heart. Because of her stubbornness, Yu Xiaoyan wanted to help him recover his heart, but her brain was too stressed and she had no heart. She didn't know that she had played the piano and could sing. Yu Xiaoyan no longer remembers Pengfei, and Pengfei thought of many ways to wait for her to wake up. In a dream, Yu Xiaoyan pressed the wrong remote control, and the emitted wave bounced back, confirming the predicted love of intertwined time. When it rebounded, it crashed out of the screen. Yu Xiaoyan married Pengfei. All she wanted was a lovely daughter, but Pengfei had been wandering the maze in the officialdom. Qin and Se are dependent on each other, and their love for each other is in vain, and the abandonment accumulates in Yu Xiaoyan's mind.
Wei Pengfei didn't know what Yu Xiaoyan wanted, so he just let everything happen, which was Yu Xiaoyan's Zen mentality. Like a beautiful couple like a flower, Wei Pengfei and Yu Xiaoyan once lived like the first time they met. The hibiscus painted screen and exquisite hearts stayed in the past. Yu Xiaoyan lost her memory. Teacher Jin Xing’s restoration of life and art gave Yu Xiaoyan a new understanding. Occasionally, Teacher Jin Xing would stop Yu Xiaoyan and ask Xiaoyan to eat biscuits and sesame candies. Yu Xiaoyan said: Too much will lead to tooth decay. Teacher Jin Xing once played Butterfly Lovers and My Sun to her, letting her stick to the so-called pain and care, and urging her to complete an important lesson in life. When Yu Xiaoyan left school, her understanding of music gave her an interpretation of life. At the end of the song, people disperse. If they are destined to meet, they will be reunited. If not, they will be separated. At the age of 22, love came. Forget some things, think of some things, miss some things, be moved by some things, get bored with some things, just some things, just some things. They all have their own families, so there is no need to participate in activities, and I don’t like the excitement anymore. Yu Xiaoyan thought about it, stop, think, stop, it was so difficult to return to the original intention. The first thing she remembered was telling Pengfei, wishing him a happy life. One road has two ends. From now on, it can only embrace one ending. The occupied atrium in the window moves out.
I don’t blame you if you don’t understand me. You think I don’t understand you because you have forgotten yourself. If you want to blame me, I will just ignore you. The usual praises and praises in the world are added with a song of mourning from nature: hibiscus paints the screen with exquisite heart, and recognizes the two butterflies inhabiting the flowers.
：Continue to last forever, and keep warmth forever
In this life, my heart is attached to you, only you are my thoughts, and you are also happy. The year is still young, and the end of the year is approaching. Although winter is bleak, there are snowflakes, heart flowers, and ink flowers to accompany it, just like spring. A trace of longing that arises in the bottom of my heart, both faint and deep, is planted in the depths of time, stored and waited for in words, the beauty of the world is as beautiful as the first sight, and the reluctant love... Drop a drop of ink and enter the heart. , write poems for you... a lasting one, a lasting warmth... inscription - Xiangxue Ruolan
One book, one note, a heartfelt message, sending deep feelings from afar
Book A note of heartfelt words conveys deep affection from afar; a place of longing for each other conveys lingering feelings.
In the mortal world, staring deep into the eyes, whose back are you thinking about? Whose looking back are you thinking about? A love song in the world of mortals expresses the lingering love in the world, a flower. For whom, the ferry of the world of mortals blooms enchantingly.
Whose loneliness touches the poems and notes? Whose thoughts travel through the mortal world? The city is not separated from the world, and the space is not separated from the heart. The closer your return is, the deeper and heavier my thoughts become.
I remember that when you went to his city, it was drizzling and the willows were green and the flowers were red. Now the trees are full of viburnums, the ground is paved with jade snow, and the mountains and rivers are covered in silver.
How can a thin pen describe all the lovesickness? How can the fragrance falling on the fingertips turn some of the past and longings during parting into a trickle of heartfelt words? Only the wind and the cloud can help. Tuo Xue'er, Tuo Meng'er, send my greetings and thoughts.
At this time, a curtain of pure white is floating in the air, and the plain snow is wrapped around the shoulders, looking for fragrance, which seems to be telling the lingering feeling. There is a song called Missing you, and there is a wish that if you are well, I will have a clear sky. Maybe this is a kind of uncontrollable thoughts. The incense condensed together is refreshing to the bones and touches the soul. Let love be the pen and lovesickness be the paper, and I will write down a stroke of tenderness and the immortal poem for you...
I will send you a winter message to tell you
Send me a winter message to tell you. Looking back at that encounter, the mood of winter was fading, but the accidental encounter was tinged with the splendid past. You spoke softly, but I smiled and said nothing. My frozen heart has slowly melted. All the waiting, attachment, and watching seemed to be for this meeting. From now on, your world has me, and my world has you. , the words are the notes, the ink is grinded with the heart, the warmth is the pen, and the light songs accompany you all the way...
Express a plain language in the note, count the time, the fingertips are filled with fragrance, one is you, the other is you Duo is me, Duo is thinking of you. I dance with poems every day, briefly explain the passage of time, and keep my fate lightly. The lines are filled with a subtle fragrance that touches my soul. Every stroke is elegant, every word is like eclipse.
Memories are like flowers, encounters are like flowers, and thoughts are like flowers. There are thoughts in my heart, rhyming the poems, warming my face, you in my heart, a beautiful encounter, drunk with a wisp of snow soul, dyed with the lingering touch after hundreds of turns and thousands of soft flowers.
I like to recite quietly, not stained by dust and smoke, gently combing the fate in my heart into an elegant posture, then trace it, bind it into a painting, read it carefully, and quietly Collections, solitude, and fragrant whispers are all transformed into a few lines of poetry, sent to time, to you, to this quiet and beautiful passage of time... Can you, far away, hear this faint inner voice?
The warmth lasts forever
Tonight, there is no moon. I imagine and feel the warmth of a quiet moon that fills the window lattice. My heart is enveloped by the moonlight as if it is beside me, pouring like water. The afterglow shines brightly in the night and softens the longing buried deep in my heart.
Walking among flowers, poems from Tang Dynasty and Song Dynasty, and a piece of smoke-like past events, outlined by the moonlight as tranquil and leisurely, with a hint of warmth and faint poems, all make my heart as graceful as orchid. Above the dust and smoke, the understatement of glitz and poetry has been properly placed in the text.
In this life, my heart is nostalgic, only you are my thoughts, and you are also happy. The year is still young, and the end of the year is approaching. Although winter is bleak, there are snowflakes, heart flowers, and ink flowers to accompany it, just like spring.
No matter which flower I hold in my arms, the tenderness in my eyes is mixed with the lingering love in my heart, turning it into a flower of love. In my eyes, each flower is your smile, and every wisp of flower fragrance contains... With a long poetic feeling, you are intoxicated and comfortable.
The longing that arises in my heart is both faint and deeply planted in the depths of time. I use words to store and wait for it, the beauty of the world is as beautiful as the first sight, and the love that I can’t let go... ...Drop a drop of ink, enter my heart, and write a poem for you... It will last forever and keep you warm forever...
: Will blind dates stay together
During the New Year, surround each other At this beautiful time, there are always many beautiful people gathered and many beautiful things happening. Therefore, a blind date happens to appear in this beauty. In the name of fate, we are allowed to meet openly.
At the beginning, I was opposed to blind dates. I felt that I would definitely meet a girl I really liked. I hoped in my heart for a beautiful and romantic love that would last a lifetime and grow old. , go to the end of the world. We held hands as the flowers bloomed and withered, listening to the ebb and flow of the tide; we snuggled in the wind and watched the moon rise and set...
It’s just that time always flies by easily, and we haven’t been too hasty and crazy yet. , youth has already shown its vicissitudes. In the eager eyes of the family, the shoulders are empty, and their full expectations are lost. So I panicked. Then understand that no matter which kind of encounter is called encounter, no matter where we meet, it is still an encounter, so why bother to stubbornly care about whether we will fall in love with each other, whether we can stay in love with each other? Yesterday I was homeless, but I am smiling at tomorrow. My happiness is the happiness of my family, so why should I not be happy?
So I also carefully hope that I can simply hold someone's hand. It doesn't need to be grand, it doesn't need to be unforgettable, and it doesn't need to vow to each other forever. It only needs, I like you, and you like me, Just fine. All I need is that when I am not with you, I will think of you, and you will miss me. You will fall asleep thinking of our pictures, and I will laugh thinking of your appearance. All I need is that when I see you, I will think of you. You smile, you slightly raise the corners of your mouth to me, with a hint of complaint, so my smile has the taste of sunshine; as long as I hold your hand, or when you lean on my shoulder, I You will feel a small amount of happiness lingering between your fingers, and you will also feel a little bit of sweetness spreading from the palms of your hands to the corners of your mouth...
This simple expectation is perfectly covered in your heart , that year I was 24 and you were 20. There was no snow at the end of the year and the wind was slightly cold. The first time we met was at your home. You were wearing an orange cotton-padded jacket, and you had just washed your hair. The tenderness in your smile was like the winter flowers blooming in my heart, filling the quiet desolation.
We all have our own reasons for being single, leaving it to us to study carefully in the future. We met beautifully, with a gentle smile, which warmed the dry and cracked waiting in the fleeting years, and made our hearts beat softly.
Spotless pure white, crystal clear and shy, you are like a piece of plain snow floating from the fairy tale world, suddenly falling on my originally dry and desolate world, so the sediment in my heart is for you. Radiantly gorgeous.
This is an arrangement, but also an encounter. This is a sudden luck, an unprepared fate, this is a given in fate, this is the beauty that God has planned for a long time. You can turn your thoughts into dreams, your thoughts into bitterness, your memories into poems, and your gentle words into oaths.
When missing you has become a habit, then my liking becomes more and more obvious. I don’t know if it’s because my footsteps make me understand my thoughts better, or if it goes against my hesitation. It always happens by some strange combination, so I come closer to you. , melancholy has put aside its previous meaning, and the nervous excitement is undoubtedly revealed. When I see you, I feel inexplicably happy. I have imagined many scenarios and want to hold your hand. Seeing your expression when you lower your head makes my heart beat. Get closer.
So I held your hand, and my heart got closer little by little. There are not many exquisite scenes, such as walking hand in hand on a dark highway, holding umbrellas together in rainy streets, snuggling in the back of the bus, and finally waving goodbye to the station. These simple scenes are warm enough. We were separated from each other for a long time, but we didn't expect that this separation would eventually become a lifetime.
Your hope has been extinguished, and the sorrow that is waiting to be repeated in dreams, I am heartbroken and cannot forgive. The persistent dream, fate is a big lie, telling the eternal vicissitudes in the night wind, once firm. Unwavering faith will also die in fragmented ways. The hypothetical scene was over before it even started. I lost my wish and the beautiful expectations in my heart. It was a complete failure.
Like a gust of wind, blowing across the cheeks, leaving a gentle coolness; like a piece of rain, falling on the corners of the eyes, planting a gentle sadness; like a snow flying all over the sky, in my world The interior is covered with pure white desolation. -You walked through my diary and left beautiful and obscure poems in my season. If the wind is not crying, then whose tears are the rain? Looking at the lonely pages piled up across a distance of longing, I persist in my consistent loneliness. The heavy snow in the sky is desolate and beautiful; breathing in the ice and snow, there is something in the cold wind. Your former breath, the white flying memory, speaks of a dark gray theme, we are destined not to be together.
When the dust fell, I returned to the original person, simple, quiet, boring and clear. Life goes on, thoughts repeat over and over again, and the loneliness at this moment is a long-lasting pain. In my spare time, I listen to some old songs. The sadness of falling is very beautiful, like butterflies falling in the rain, like fallen leaves flying in the sunset. That kind of beauty is not thrilling, but it easily touches the tenderness in my heart, bringing me joy. With light colored injuries. The night is as cold as water, and the wind is thick with dark moisture. The gloomy expression is written with loneliness. In the corner of the stubborn shadow, I drink up my nostalgia. Then I will write for you.
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