The train of life is like a journey by car, which has to go through countless times to get on and off; Stories often happen; Sometimes it's an unexpected surprise, sometimes it's an unforgettable sadness ... As soon as we were born, we got on the train of life. We thought that the first two people we met-our parents-would always accompany us through the journey of life. Unfortunately, this is not the case. They will get off at a station and leave us alone. Their love, their affection, and their irreplaceable companionship can never be found again. Still, others will get on the bus. Some of them are of special significance to us. Among them are our brothers and sisters and our relatives and friends. We will also experience an eternal love story. Some people who take the unified bus travel easily. Some people are deeply sad ... others run around the train, ready to help those in need ... Many people get off the bus, and other passengers will remember them for a long time ... but some people leave their seats without being noticed. Sometimes, fellow travelers who are affectionate to you sit in another carriage. You must leave him and continue your journey. Of course, on the journey, you can stagger through your own car and go to other cars to find him ... Unfortunately, you can't sit next to him anymore, because this position has been occupied by others ... It doesn't matter. The journey is full of picking, dreams, hopes and parting ... just can't turn back. Therefore, try to make your trip pleasant! Be kind to all the passengers you meet on the trip and find out the bright spots in many people. Always remember that at a certain distance, some people will wander, because we will wander ourselves. We should understand others, because we need their understanding. The secret of life is: where do we get off? Where does the partner sitting next to me get off? Where do our friends get off? We don't know … I often wonder: will I miss it when I get off the bus? I think I'll do as usual. It will be painful for me to be separated from my friends. I'll be sad to let the child go alone. I sincerely hope that we can meet again at the destination we both want to reach ... my child got on the bus without luggage. If I can leave good memories in their bags, I will feel happy. After I get off the bus, the passengers with me can still remember me and miss me, and I will feel happy. Dedicated to you, my fellow traveler on the train of life, I wish you a pleasant journey! Friendship is often accompanied by many people who miss you. If you don't miss any of them, you will be lonely. There are many people who care about you. If you don't care about any of them, you will be frivolous. There are many people who love you, and it will be painful for you not to love any one. Missing each other, caring for each other and taking care of each other are the most rare emotional comfort in the world, and it is also the most difficult truth for friends to give up. Friends can exist for a long time. It is precisely because of this interdependence and tacit understanding between heart and heart that lonely individual life becomes rich and profound. Being able to have a good friend and a close friend will lead to a lifelong emotional need. Friends are like food and clothing, like the sun and the moon, like your own shadow. When they are most lonely, no matter how far away from Wan Li, they are punctual. At that time, they will face each other silently. Without saying a word, they will feel the moisture of rain and dew, the spring breeze will feel lucky, and the Zen master will touch the dust, feel calm as a mirror and feel like a cloud. A good friend is in my heart forever's dessert, an invisible and uncertain traveling companion in a difficult journey, an altar where I am exhausted and fly a kite of friendship in my feelings. You are the blue sky that I will never give up. In the vast and free blue sky, write down life maxims such as romance, magic difficulty, sorrow and joy. In the difficult journey, you are the song that I jump happily when I am lonely. He is a clever and brave swordsman. Sometimes, risking my life to protect you is not entirely for you, nor for myself, but for the beautiful scenery in my mind forever. There should be a pure land in people's hearts that contains no fame and fortune, no vulgarity, no deception, only true feelings. She is the refuge of the soul, she sublimates the realm and purifies the soul. Friends are like a stage, just like an audience. As a character, I will wholeheartedly and strive for perfection to arrange a relaxing program. Drama without audience is sad, and acting without applause is also sad. Because of this true feeling, I have a promise in my heart, caring about your whereabouts and thinking about your body, career and family. Always pray for unexpected results. I always pray that everything you want will pay off. A good friend will always be with you. As long as I don't die, you can live. With the warmth in your heart, you will walk with me no matter how far away from Wan Li or in the snow. Summer dusk/still water singing/Xiaohui Summer dusk, sunset glow dyed the western sky red, everything was immersed in the magnificent scenery, the wind was quiet and the trees were quiet. Looking at the bright sky, everything is so quiet. Several birds passed by. They are tired birds coming home, running to the love nest with fatigue and hope. The lights in the night market are on, adding a warmth to the night. Clouds float across the blue sky, and the wind takes the hands of the stars and the moon to light up the night sky. I miss you and think of your smile. That gentle smile, in the colorful season, hugged me tightly. Meet you in the summer dusk, in the flowers, you looked up and smiled at me. From then on, you walked into my pupil, and I ended my wandering and set foot on romantic lover island. You like summer dusk, and you drown your sadness in indifference. You want to love forever and fill your feelings with the colors of summer dusk. You pluck the heartstrings at will, pluck the excited heartbeat at the moment when we embrace each other. With your summer dusk, the rain is sweet, the clouds are beautiful and the wind is fragrant. Your kiss moistened my once bitter poem. Those long years, carrying my distant memories, sitting in the summer dusk, I clearly saw the bright dress fluttering among the flowers. I have a book in my hand, so do you. In fact, we have been paying attention to each other for a long time. In the later days, we sat on the stone bench and looked forward to the future together. A wave of happiness stirred in our hearts ... The encounter of life is sometimes a warm beginning and sometimes a cruel ending. Unforgettable summer dusk, I am waiting for you. Suddenly I found a note on the stone bench. I spread it out, and it was filled with unforgettable words: "I'm sorry, I have to go, I hope I leave." I hope you are happy. I don't want to leave. This is the pressure of the secular and family ... I will always remember our summer dusk, the beauty you left behind ... "You left, but your trace will always be printed in my heart. I will never forget that we held a handful of cold in our hands in the summer dusk by the clear and pure river. You spilled it on me, and I spilled it on you. It was written on your face and filled my heart. We walk on the path in summer dusk, without a clear purpose. We don't have to rush, let go of our feet, slow down, relax our tired body and mind, look around and see the path covered with green moonlight on weekdays. Do you remember? In this summer evening, we left a happy first kiss, your eyes filled with tears, and your trembling body nestled in my arms. Let's watch the sun hide behind the mountain with a red face, watch the flowers swaying in the dusk, watch the returning birds perch on the branches, and watch the sunset glow burning with warm feelings on the horizon. Summer dusk, I still walk into the quiet path, the wind is still the same, the moonlight is still the same, and the music of the past shines on the dew. You are the crystal dew on the flower and the residual tears in your eyes. I'm used to walking here, looking for lost emotional signposts, hoping to step on a mellow poem, turn tears into wine of missing, turn love into a feast of missing, bitter and lonely, and taste it slowly, but that love is forever, forever, no, old ... You let me hear green. Author: Yue Ming in the pine room always thinks that recitation is red, reflecting the audience's face. It has always been thought that recitation is the light that dazzles the eyes, gathers energy in the sound and refracts it to the world. However, your voice is green, because it is the color of life. I feel youth, beauty and hope in the green tone. In the reinforced concrete world where I have lived for a long time, I quietly walked out of the gray, recognized the cold of that winter, and quietly waited for a sound-she fell from the sky, with a vague veil, spreading towards my world ... let me be intoxicated. I don't know what kind of touch it is, but I feel that in the cold winter, a spring has appeared from the other side of the cloud. I just feel that a cold wind is blowing in the hot summer. Singing birds and flowers, singing beautiful scenery. In the interpretation of your voice, I clearly saw a blue sky, a clear lake and faint white clouds. It seems that the world has become a mirage, and I feel a little high. This song should only exist in the sky. How many times can the world listen to it? Now I smell it. Am I in the sky? Quietly listening to your chanting, my heart is moved beyond the description of language. It turns out that green is so infectious and unspeakable. I thought I had always admired red, but I didn't know that green would arouse infinite tenderness for life. She is the catalyst for me to clean up the haze. I have forgotten my existence, and my soul is integrated with the world. Quietly admiring you-full of green voice! Or the mountains call to heaven and shake the stars in the night sky; Or the water in the spring river, quiet, like a virgin, pure, like a prostitute's eyes. Maybe my online life is in a hurry, but I will never forget the unforgettable green color, because it will arouse my courage and strength in life. You let me hear the green in your recitation. My thoughts are like the wind. The moonlight has faded, and I am sitting alone in front of the screen, sipping faint fragrant tea and letting my thoughts flow in the rhyme. This is a quiet night, tassel music wandering in the hut, no waiting expectation and anxiety. The moment the mouse clicked here, I met you inadvertently, like lilacs in a rainy lane, passing by gently. I don't know whether the acquaintance between people is predestined. The wonderful word "fate" reminds people of past lives. In the vast sea of people, how can we meet in this life without the agreement of previous lives? Is a bright moon the right direction on the road? Moonlight is like water, thoughts are like running water. Suddenly, I became my best friend. This is a night of thoughts like the wind, and the past that has been dusty for many years has been inadvertently opened, as if it were yesterday. The long-standing heart is also washed as new at this moment. I thought that beautiful day had already passed, but I didn't expect it to be so brand-new under casual knocking. My daughter's heart is slowly flowing, and I can't help feeling it in my inner peace. Is this a dance music from another time and space? How soft is the music and how slow is it? When the brakes turn, time passes, so be careful. I like listening to your innocent first love, as simple as a song. I like listening to you recite, as fragrant as flowers. The quiet night is more beautiful because of you, and my heart is wrapped like silk. Tea smells transcendent and savors. It turned out to be so mellow and so indifferent. What does it feel like to comment on that heavy past without thinking too much, that secret that has long been hidden in the depths of the soul? We can talk, just like we have known each other for many years. The night is getting darker and the lights outside the window are dim. This sleepless night has become affectionate and beautiful because of you. Your thin whispers and affectionate memories have made me secretly return to the familiar and unfamiliar years with you. It appears in my heart like a painting, leaving no trace like the wind, and the fantastic past is evoked by you one by one. The feeling of shyness is as full as it was then. Time seems to have stopped for a long time, mistakenly thinking that the night is particularly long and endless. I don't know how such a night came and how it passed. I only know that this night is even better with you. On such a night, because of you, life is no longer lonely. Although thousands of miles apart, the heart has no distance. Through that narrow screen, I saw your gorgeous laughter. I just want to tell you: I'm so glad to know you! One day, we will all grow old. When the sunset gradually disappears in the horizon, I wonder if I will accidentally remember that on such a night, I am waiting for the screen, knowing each other, a cup of light tea, a mouthful of fragrant tea, a piece of music ... one day, we will all leave. Life is gone, I wonder if anyone knows? On such a night, life is as simple as serenading. When someone tastes the faint tea again, can they taste the distant thoughts? Missing is like the wind, tonight is beautiful because of missing! When I was young, the music slowly crossed my heart, and I was disappointed like running water. Miss you, gently drifting away. Does life and death really matter? Do you really have the expectation of life? If there is, you are my fate? I'm your unfinished hope, okay? Listening to a song alone in the dark, there is always an expression that makes people sad. That's the figure you left behind, wandering between the familiar and the unfamiliar. Close your eyes and let the faint fragrance float from the night sky, as if it were your smell, as if it were your breath. Looking at the stone in your hand with your and my names engraved on it, you said, "We have no chance to be together in this life, and I will be your bride in the next life!" "I said," Let's carve our names on this stone, and I will give them back to you in the next life, so that you can be my most beautiful bride. "Your tears drop on the stone, and the stone in your hand becomes crystal clear. I don't know if there really is an afterlife. But I believe that this little stone must be expecting its bride! Sometimes I think of that strange black and sweet country. In my dream, I was a stone in the mountain, lying quietly at the bottom of the valley, and Ren Chun went to Qiu Lai to enjoy the summer. There is no joy and no sadness. Day after day, year after year, no one passes by me, only autumn leaves and hay occasionally fall on me with the wind. One day, a beautiful woman appeared, her delicate fingers were picking herbs beside me, and her thin skirt was flying in the wind. From that day on, my world was no longer lonely, and missing became my best time. I am looking forward to her reappearance. In the expectant eyes, the stars rise and set together with the sun. Until one day, the voice of chasing came from the top of the cliff, and a woman's voice came from a distance, "I won't marry! Never marry someone I don't love! " Then a familiar figure jumped off the cliff. It's her! The woman picking herbs! She flew down to me quickly, her flight suit was still dancing in the wind, and her petite body was getting bigger and bigger and closer! Very close! My heart was pounding and I tried to catch her. I caught her! But the deep red blood soaked my body, and her head leaned against me feebly. I am a stone! In broken despair, the stone's heart died together ... I don't know where the stone and the woman in this dream came from. But I always feel that they are you and me in this life. Time flows in the music, and the years slip through the fingers. How long have you been away? Are you okay in the distance? Do you still remember the oath of Sansheng? Remember that stone with your and my names engraved on it? I miss you every quiet night, but the distant wind can't bring you news. Will you miss me? Will you remember our time together? In this city, sometimes I don't mean to walk where we have walked. The familiar situation seems to be yesterday. I had to leave in a hurry, fearing that deep love would make my heart as desperate and sad as a stone in my dream. Love of my life! When can I start this unfinished love again? When can I see you again? Touching the stone in your hand is like touching your face. Deep in it is your name, my name, and our unfinished love. Staring at the distant night sky, I want to tell you through the gentle wind that I miss you and I will make you my beautiful bride in the afterlife! I will put these three stones in your hand. ...
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