All endings have been written.
Du and zhi's tears came out.
I suddenly forgot what it was like to have a knife at first.
In that ancient summer that is gone forever, no matter how I pursue it.
Young you are just passing by.
And your smiling face is shallow.
After sunset, the haze gradually disappeared, and the yellow title page was opened.
Fate has bound it badly.
I looked at it again and again, with tears in my eyes.
But I have to admit.
Youth is a book that is too hasty.
On the night of forty-five.
Suddenly I remembered her young eyes.
Think of the summer when she was sixteen.
Walking slowly towards him from the hillside.
The sunshine outside the forest is dazzling.
Her skirt is so white that I still remember the tea trees all over the mountain.
A cloudy sky
And cicadas in my ears.
In the silent forest
I love tonight.
Look back at the mountain road when you come.
Only to find that our days are over.
In a completely different way
I have been here and gone, planning the future with such enthusiasm.
Such a blueprint drawn carefully and accurately.
I was so eager for youth.
But always
Never been here. 2. Youth after a storm comes a calm [Editor's recommendation]
1. A cold morning
Cold rain
In the cold air
Through those cold people, cold days
Cold rain
In the cold air
Count how many cold people there are. The passers-by are young,
That's the only way
Inadvertently, youth won.
Silence again, the water is beating and drifting.
What comes and goes without a trace is the most beautiful story.
The legend of the years,
When stories are condensed into memories
A seal is an eternal label. 3. Lake's imagination as a teenager,
The dream life in paradise garden is a magnificent garden.
Love is the brightest rose.
The future is a blue and distant day, with rain in June and drought in July.
Sprinkle water and bake at will
Once pure and plain water.
Loneliness 4. My poem is at nine o'clock today
Still floating on the lotus leaf, crystal clear
Tears in the sky
Those people who have been hitting me on the ground.
Wandering outside the window of heaven
begad
I have fallen asleep on the top of the cloud in chains. 5. Don Quixote will not pass by heaven.
I'm just passing by.
Just myself.
The empty earth continued to be silent and turned all corners.
Add another dress.
Take a sip of spring water.
Or a person