Before flowering, resolutely uproot the bouquet, so as to prevent all possible withering.
Now, those words, dreams, wishes, vows, relatives, things that I naively thought I would never forget, need not be mentioned in the long years.
Forgetting is the best.
Missing is like a rose, which always blooms in the lonely night.
A flowering tree seats some poems by Murong.
How to let you meet me
In my most beautiful moment
for this reason
I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Pray for Buddha to let us have a dusty relationship.
Buddha made me a tree.
Follow the path you may take.
Under?the?sun
Carefully full of flowers.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.
When you get close,
Listen carefully
Trembling leaves
This is the passion I am waiting for.
When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.
On the ground behind you
My friend,
Not falling petals
But my withered heart.
Common jasmine orange
The stream is eager to flow to the ocean.
The tide is eager to return to land.
In front of the hedge with green trees and white flowers
I waved goodbye so easily.
After 20 years of changes,
Our souls come back every night.
When the breeze blows.
It became a garden full of fragrance.
believe
I believe that the essence of love is like
The simplicity and gentleness of life
I believe that all
Reflection and fit of light and shadow
I believe the trees are full of flowers.
Only from a seed in the ice and snow.
I believe in 300 poems.
What is repeated is just that
What you can't say when you are young.
That word
I believe in all God's arrangements.
I also believe that if you are willing to work with me
Go back together
In that distant and humble source
We will finally understand each other.
A predestined relationship or bond
If people can be reincarnated, if there is reincarnation in the world.
So my love, what was our past life like?
If you used to be a woman picking lotus in Jiangnan,
I must be the one you missed under your wrist.
If you have ever been an urchin who plays truant.
I must be a brand-new marble that fell out of your bag.
In the grass by the roadside
Watching you leave unconsciously.
If you were once a monk with a side wall
I must be the incense in front of the temple.
Burning has been silent with you for a while.
Therefore, when we meet in this life, we always feel a little unfinished.
But it's too vague to distinguish it carefully.
I can't tell you one by one.
why
I can lock the pen. Why?
But can't lock love and sadness.
Why in a long life?
Joy is always love at first sight.
The most urgent thing is the most beautiful time.
expect
In fact, what I'm looking forward to is
At that moment.
I never asked you to give it to me.
Your life.
If we can be on the hillside full of gardenias.
I'll meet you if I can.
Deeply loved once, and then parted.
Then a long life.
No, just, just.
look back
That brief moment
Meet sb. leave
Not all dreams can come true in time.
Not everything is told to you in time.
Guilt and regret
Always plant it deeply in your heart after parting.
Although they say there are all kinds of things in the world.
Eventually it will be empty.
I didn't mean to miss it.
But I've been doing this all the time
Miss yesterday's flowers.
Missed the gift again
We are going to repeat the same parting today.
I will be a stranger for the rest of my life.
Walk a thousand miles.
In the twilight
Bow deeply to you
Please take care of me.
Although they say there are all kinds of things in the world.
It will be empty in the end.
dirge
I will never see you again in my life.
Just to see you again
It's not you anymore
You in my heart will never appear again.
What reappears is just some vicissitudes of life.
The sun, the moon and the fleeting time
Give me a pair of hands and rely on you; Give me a pair of eyes to watch you leave.
Just as a butterfly can't cross the sea, no one has the heart to blame it.
I usually accumulate them. I don't know if I can help you ~