The years go by, depending on the mood
The years turn around, life continues to reincarnate, and life is impermanent. There is affection and love accompanying each other, interpreting the love between people, acquaintances become friends, and friendships become friends. Love, formed by fate, brings love to you, may be prosperous, watch the flowers bloom, a love is true, a fate is a piece of time, the years go by, the moon reflects thousands of rivers, the love of the heart, the thoroughness that comes from a period of "fate" , feel the lingering feelings.
Life has traveled all over the world, experienced the autumn wind, and has been dormant for eighteen years. How many years and autumn months have left no trace of my heart; perhaps, what I know is that family and friendship are the best companions in the future. The joys and sorrows of each other are uncertain, and what will happen if they can or cannot be changed. The autumn wind blows and the rain rains, Zigui has not yet cried, and she is also ignorant about love, how to enter a person's heart, how to change the coldness, a beginning and an end, a love in the autumn wind, quietly thinking about the love in the world.
Friendship can be a painful realization. The memory of time, the hopeless mind, everything will be scattered in the dark dust, leaving me not knowing how to let go, but looking at a broken and fragmented eternal heart. Why should friendship be treated in my heart? My heart is desolate and lonely. I just want to be alone in a quiet place, in a world with no one. With the leaves falling, flowers withering, disappearing silently, my heart is as lazy as infatuation, and infatuated treatment is like Dream. In the calmness and tranquility of time, the promises I made for friendship fade away, and I forget the sad and helpless feelings that should not exist but already exist. I need to be grateful for this friendship, because the past has not yet arrived. Family love already smiles into my heart, waiting for peace.
There is no banquet in the world that never ends, and there is no gathering in the world without separation. In ancient times, there was a bright moon that made me miss my family. Today, I have a night rain to miss my family. The night fragrance is half cold, and the rain outside the curtain is flowing. The falling flowers and the ground are like kisses. I miss you deeply, just like the humidity in the night, the moisture makes me melt. Scenery feelings. That night, the stars could not see each other, the night and the moon were only in my heart, and the night rain was thin and non-stop. It was a feeling of melancholy, which brought up warm memories between the frowns and looked across the vast night.
Since ancient times, sentimental feelings hurt parting, and even more so in the Qingqing Festival. The drizzle is like family affection, and a trace of tenderness floats. I feel the love of heaven and earth, and the persistence of love drips in the world. I can’t see the sun and the moon, and I can’t see it. It represents the absence of love. The sun and the moon once knew each other, but also the sun and the moon separated. Now there is a new beginning. The drizzle carries things, the synesthesia is delicate, and the image of spring is remembered.
The breeze and the moon are blowing, parting and affectionate, with an unsatisfactory heart, suppressing the inner uneasiness. Meeting an old friend in a foreign land is a time of prosperity and endless conversation. As everyone knows, when facing a friend, they look at each other with bleak eyes. I don't know why they are so indifferent. There are so many old things, where did they come from? Therefore, all greetings and tenderness are omitted, and the chill is scattered. I never say goodbye to my friends, step by step, farther and farther away, the footsteps are hidden in the mist, one seal after another, just like my lingering thoughts of separation, full of sorrow. If it doesn't stop, it will become more and more lonely and miserable. Can it stop sometimes? The passage of time and the rush of life reveal the helplessness in my heart. I can’t help but sigh when I think about it. I can’t help but sigh when I see things and remember my dreams. I can only fall deep in the emotion of endless sighing, think deeply about life, and know how to appreciate the static. The subtle beauty captures the purity and splendor of love, and is outstanding after separation. Each touches the heart of the heart, and like a flower falling, it spreads not only sadness, but also an unexpected cold pain.
The relationship is deep and shallow, the road is long and the road is short, bitterness and coldness are hard to break the relationship, words of comfort reassure the heart, love and cherish the relationship, rely on the heart, the years pass by, words of love are hidden in the deep inside, it is difficult to be silent After complaining and complaining, parting with old memories and letting go of emotions. What kind of love do you think you will never lose if you love it? The love in your hands is the essence of the sun and the moon? However, as time goes by, a heart will inevitably change. Who can maintain the eternity of feelings, who can develop a sincere heart, who is not afraid of warmth and cold, and is not afraid of the sadness and defeat after the prosperity and flowers bloom. Who can Appreciate flowers without losing the heart of appreciating flowers. Even if you leave, don't let it stain your heart and blind the mind that should be staring at the future. Let the mind stand in the desolation of the desert, afraid of the pace of progress and cut off the next step. The fate of happiness, the director himself made similar choices again and again, the pain spreads, returning to the never-ending heart, ridiculing himself, the love is deep and difficult to let go, the sadness is shrouded between the eyebrows, looking at the vast blue sky, thinking with my heart, weighing alone .
What kind of love does it not come from the heart? Who doesn’t want to have someone by his side to accompany his heart and spend the rest of his life. However, we can't see the result. On the road of love, we meet in a moment, we know each other and rely on our hearts, we miss each other or become infatuated by one thought, we are separated or become crazy in one thought. All answers, ask the heart, there is love in the years, and love depends on the heart.
As the years go by, forget the so-called sorrow, see all the sorrow, dilute the sorrow of separation, and settle into a new situation, walk according to the heart, pass the love of life, ask the heart to be as calm as clear water, and the most important thing is Tranquility is the most far-reaching, and you dare to express your inner feelings.
Sentient beings rotate in the six realms, life and death, but my heart is still there, and I am still me, quietly stretching my life posture.