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Meeting has become a joyful look and an excited heart in the past; Meeting is a thing of the past. When we break up, a gentle smile will turn into a wry smile. When love is just budding, it is best to kill the signs. Fate is an irregular shuttle. Let's do a good job in the latitude and longitude of the plain line before sadness becomes a chapter and it is too late to change. Always bright, not polluted by vulgar love. Let's break up. Our meeting is a thing of the past, no matter how hungry and regretful our hearts are. Your friendly smile is a dream to me, and I dare not ask you to be affectionate. Maybe one day we will meet again, your charm will be more abundant, and I will still be haggard. My frank Chen said, "Our fate is short, but we once had it." We once met, from the west and the east, and I was covered in blood and spirit. "But I only met once and immediately parted ways." Let my heart beat wildly in the long night forever. ?
Everything in the North Island is fate, everything is a smoke cloud, everything is the beginning without an ending, everything is fleeting, everything is the pursuit of happiness, there is no smile, everything is suffering, there are no tears, everything is the repetition of everything, everything is the first time, everything is in my heart, everything is in my dream, everything is in my hope, everything is in my belief, there is a moment of peace and everything is echoing for a long time. As long as you love once, Wang Guozhen, if you don't meet, you may never feel heavy. If you really miss it, I'm afraid life can't be relaxed. One look is enough for your heart to pass by the hurricane and get a deeper understanding of the scenery in the barren land. A long journey is enough to make your weak heart haggard. Every time I look at autumn water, I want to die in tears. How can you not love calmly and take it lightly? As long as you love once, it is a life without regrets? Wang Guozhen wants to forget your beautiful eyes, cut off the lingering feelings and cut off and the autumn wind is blowing my heart's sadness during this long journey. Who would have thought that in the end, mountains and rivers would still love, just coming to the front behind them.
I am not a fire, I can't give you light and heat; At the same time, I am not black, and I can't set off your brilliance. I am not water, I can't wet your chapped lips, I am not a flower, I can't decorate your lonely life. What am I? What am I? Like a dream without shape, like air without color. I am just an imaginary screen, which you can project with the light and shadow of life. But if the fire in your heart has gone out, don't blame the desert on the screen.
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? How many people who bid farewell to Mu Dan indulge in youth here and then embark on a prosperous journey. The hazy thing is that you are lazy, the clouds are light and the wind is light, like water, and they will forget when they lose themselves; How many times has your garden door been opened? Your beauty is complicated and your heart becomes cold. No matter how well the four seasons sing, the night dew has no wings. When you are old and face the fire alone, you will know that there is a soul that is peaceful. He used to love you with endless changes, his dream of traveling was broken, and he loved you with sadness. ? Trouble Dai Wangshu said that it was the clear sorrow of lonely autumn, and it was the acacia in the distant sea. If someone asks me what's on my mind, I dare not say your name. I dare not say your name. When someone asks me what's on my mind, they say it's acacia far from the sea. It is said that it is the sorrow of lonely autumn. I have to wait for Qi Lihua. Yes, I have to wait ... even if the wind and waves have overflowed the dam for the night, the spring flood has washed away the battlements in winter, even if love has walked out of the dark tunnel, even if the eternal desire has flowed through the cold and lonely glacier, and even Wang Mi-shih is brewing new carols, I am still waiting, perhaps until the youth has stripped the leaves, life is full of wrinkles, the pulse is dim, and the eyes are rusty, until * * * burns out. The hazy thing is that you are lazy, the clouds are light and the wind is light, like water, and they will forget when they lose themselves; How many times has your garden door been opened? Your beauty is complicated and your heart becomes cold. No matter how well the four seasons sing, the night dew has no wings. When you are old and face the fire alone, you will know that there is a soul that is peaceful. He used to love you with endless changes, his dream of traveling was broken, and he loved you with sadness. ? Trouble Dai Wangshu said that it was the clear sorrow of lonely autumn, and it was the acacia in the distant sea. If someone asks me what's on my mind, I dare not say your name. I dare not say your name. When someone asks me what's on my mind, they say it's acacia far from the sea. It is said that it is the sorrow of lonely autumn. I hope Huang Peijia people often ask, what kind of partner should they find? I said: I hope she is like me, with blood in her chest and pain in her heart. Don't spend a full moon, don't play the flute. Want to be poor, poor as tea, bitter in a wisp of incense. Be proud, as proud as an orchid, with autumn frost on your face. Like us, we dare to wander in the white cemetery in the dark night. Listen to the owl's tragic smile and chase the floating fluorescence. Like us, we dare to lay a stake in the forest leading to the future. On the dead branch, the ape stretched out his arm, so why are you afraid of snakes spitting green awns in the rocks? Like us, we dare to paddle dumb boats with whales and explore distant harbors, leaving the wind like a death knell and the fog like a flying net. Just like us, we dare to plant pine nuts in the mire and let it grow into beams. & ltbr/>； Like us, we dare to roll up Zhao Hui and die on flowers! Although, I am just a sesame seed, which was blown away by the wind from the hometown of the stem. Far from the euphemistic voice of larks and the charming fragrance of roses. I firmly believe that there is another sesame seed lying on the stormy land. Although we don't know each other, I am optimistic in the end, because we are facing the same sun. In this way, among the stars in the sky, I am looking for a glimmer of light. In this way, in the dark forest, identify the fuzzy palm leaf! Excerpted from Huang Peijia's novel "Please Walk with me"
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Pray for Cai Qijiao. I pray it will be windy in summer and rainy in winter. I pray that flowers are red and purple; I pray that love will not be laughed at, and someone will support me when I fall; I pray for mercy-at least to comfort people when they are sad, not to frown coldly; I pray that knowledge, like a fountain, keeps flowing every day, instead of prohibiting this and that; I pray that singing comes from everyone's chest, and no one wants to make a model to set a high or low level for all tones; I pray that one day, no one will pray like me ? Teach me how to miss her. There are a few clouds floating in the sky in Liu Bannong, and a few breezes blowing on the ground. Ah! The breeze blows my hair and teaches me how to miss her. Moonlight fell in love with the ocean, and the ocean fell in love with moonlight. Ah! How could I miss her on such a night as honey as silver? Flowers fall on the water and flow slowly, while fish swim slowly under the water. Ah! Swallow, what did you say? Teach me how to miss her. Dead trees shake in the cold wind and wildfires burn in the dusk. Ah! Teach me how not to miss the idle moon outside Kangchuang window and the honey-like acacia inside the window. Acacia was annoyed and peeked at the wall morosely. I get bored when I turn around, but I don't have it when I go out. The moon is gone; Acacia feels reluctant.
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Happiness of Snowflake Xu Zhimo If I were a snowflake, flying in the air, I would know my direction-fly, fly, fly-I would have my direction on this land, and I would not go to cold valleys, lonely foothills or desolate streets to be disappointed. Juanjuan danced in mid-air and recognized the quiet residence. The garden was waiting for her to visit-fly, fly, fly-ah, she smelled of cinnabar plum! At that time, I clung to her skirt and clung to her gentle heart with my light body-dissolve, dissolve, dissolve-dissolve into her gentle heart! ?
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