1, ordinary life is always accompanied by wind and rain, always rugged, always full moon, always gathering and parting. Let's grow up in quiet time and fragrance ourselves. Keeping a quiet feeling, loving a quiet and beautiful time, my worries are floating quietly like autumn clouds, gradually expanding into misty rain, quietly waiting for my own gorgeous beauty.
2, the vast sea of dust, when Qian Fan ended, suddenly look back, those who don't go to the past world, like the time slipped through your fingers, quiet and sparse, emitting a bright light. Perhaps my mind is not mature enough, or I am too sentimental, and there is always a kind of inexplicable sadness in my heart. I long for a dust-free walk in the long and deep Gu Xiang, and listen to a storm of life quietly, so that a curtain of sad thoughts, such as the old autumn rain, can shed red dust and wash away all coolness and sadness in my heart.
It is not easy to live. A glorious life is a luxury dream of many people. Looking at the dim light from a distance, this kind of happiness that can only be seen from a distance makes many people sigh for no reason. The temptation of the world of mortals comes from the complicated life, but it can't bring us closer to happiness. We are full of hope, but our hearts are getting cold, so we complain that the road of life is confused and vicissitudes.
4. Affectionate Jiangnan is immersed in the cool autumn rain, and the twilight is four-in-one, and the sky is generally cloudy with ink. My heart is stained with autumn dew, wet and cool, staring at it, hazy. Looking at the ink scroll in front of me, I stand in the wind, my thoughts as thin as cicadas are fluttering, and I only dance around the world with the empty and psychedelic fog. In a trance, I forgot when I was full of sadness and where I was going.
5. Life is short, we are alive, but we are always confused about how to live. We long for a happy life, love, friendship, affection, understanding, health and longevity. Although Nuo Nuo's life has made us suffer a lot, we are still so eager to live, because as long as we live, there is hope for everything. As long as we live, we will see the sunshine. As long as we are alive, we will hear our heartbeat and truly feel our joys and sorrows.
6. No matter how many tomorrows there are in life, many people know that to live in the present, you should live in the present, not in the present, but in the hidden rhythm of life, look directly at different philosophical views of life with courage, understand your emptiness and how to create dreams in real life. As the years go by, I whisper and walk slowly, without hurting spring and sorrowing autumn. I don't like those gorgeous sentences that hurt spring and grieve autumn. Sometimes speaking and doing, imitating others and thinking about yourself are two different concepts and conclusions, and learning from each other's strengths is the best realm for seekers.
7. What is love? Is it a tragedy to face each other like us? Or go beyond everything and bury love in your heart? There is always too much helplessness in life. In a deep sense of helplessness, how can you hold hands and watch tears? You can't escape fate! Although the beauty of a blue and white wash is full of our emotions, it is destined to be a fate! In the blue dream, I am waiting for you, but I can't wait for a happy ending!
Some people say that life is like a kite. No matter how far and how long it floats, one end of the line will always be the hometown. I think so too. The working world and the working people want to return to their roots in the end. Miri, Malaysia, once indulged in the sunset and fantasized about walking in the poetic Jiangnan. After waking up, I realized that I was still a wandering wanderer, standing alone in the tall buildings of the city, with bright neon lights and stars flowing between the lines.
9. In the long river of life, we are just grains of dust. At the same time as life, we will keep going and find our own way. No matter how strong the wind is, no matter how heavy the rain is, there is always a gap for us to cross. Even if it is muddy, even if we scratch our feet, I believe that we will always see the sun. I believe that when I close my eyes, I will tell myself in my heart that I never regret walking in the world.
10, maybe youth is the old sycamore tree next to the old house, which will bloom lavender sycamore flowers in the cycle year after year. When the wind blows, the petals will fly neatly, telling the story of the yellowing of the old house in the memory of dusk. Perhaps youth is the path you ride with a small schoolbag on your back every day, and the journey you have traveled in the misty rain at night. After the rain stopped, the fragrance of osmanthus trees and acacia trees of unknown age on the roadside waited for a long time on the stone road behind you and refused to disperse.
1 1, a person's life is not something we can keep if we want to, nor can we predict it. Even though our life is so pale, we still have so much longing and attachment. We don't want to end other people's lives for ourselves, but we can't decide our own lives without a judge's pen.
13, hiding in the city, often lamenting the loneliness and helplessness of the sunset. At this time, the smoke from the distant countryside curled up and the quiet background gradually fainted in the haze. It's just that the traffic is still like a river, and the asphalt road is dotted and zigzag. The setting sun has long been unable to restrain its noise, and the bustling streets outline the lingering fear of confusion.
14, the asceticism of life is the right way of human vicissitudes, sort out the vacant thoughts and look for the bright spot. Stick to the faith, and let the strong go through the suffering without an appointment with life in the time when youth is drifting away; There will always be different scenery, tired; Get extraordinary benefits. With the hardships of life, with hard hands, give life a gentle relief, and make every effort to make life dance in hardships and condense youth. I believe that the missed yesterday will always be the starting line of tomorrow. The meaning of life lies in the constant search, and the end of the dream must be paid to succeed. The world is wide, much ado about nothing. We are not cowards of time, nor dolls of time. Let us live a quiet life as ascetic monks, and push the charming ferry all the way in the years when time is hidden.
15, the eagle can soar in Wan Li in the sky, and there must be countless times of falling off the cliff. Our unremitting efforts must face countless failures and futility, because tomorrow is always unknown in front of yesterday, and perhaps we sang a wonderful song at the stumbling intersection, making the years that have passed away hazy, unable to touch the light that permeates the fog and lost in psychedelic. Experienced ups and downs, only to find that it turned out to be like this; We lost to ourselves.
16, there is a nameless depression in my mood that makes it impossible to breathe in all directions, just like the air is taken away. I can't imagine that a simple life is given one invisible pressure after another, and it doesn't give you much breathing space, just like a nightmare. People are unwilling to lag behind in the race, stepping on the old, weak and sick bodies at the forefront and spreading dignity and morality everywhere. Women are topless, men are ferocious, and both want to flaunt the word life.
17, I like an old Pu Shu song called those flowers. The flowers that once bloomed in our lives have all grown up, fallen everywhere and sprouted again. I used to think that everything in the world would be fixed in her most dazzling moment forever. However, time can always inadvertently break into this sea of flowers. With the withering of flowers and the yellow leaves all over the sky, another spring, summer, autumn and winter has quietly passed away in the crowd.
18, the sunset ended, the tea fragrance lingered in the blue finger, and the drunken sunset brought the bright moon. A faint cool breeze washes away the dust on earth; The Iraqis by the window are still as quiet as blue. Perhaps because of the reunion of Chongyang, the memory of the past is more dignified, yearning for the flowing south of the Yangtze River and the dream of a cloud water town. Looking back, I always like to express my attachment to my hometown with a little plum blossom, a little bamboo charm and a few pine bones. And often with a melancholy and free-spirited mood, I keep asking my heart, what should life be like?
19, the beauty in life stops at how much suffering and hardship! The traces of tears have been collected, and how much accumulation has passed. When the fallen leaves wither, it declares the end of life. After the passage of time, it will judge the aging of life. Youth will be out of reach for ten thousand years, but this autumn is doomed not to come back. But why did it become so bitter? Once again, it brought a dusty past and withered a pile of fallen leaves. Suddenly discovered; In this materialistic and impetuous reality, I have already stopped, but choosing to wait in place and start again will determine how to find a bright future.
20. Life is always a long road. When you pass, you will understand. Many times, you don't know what is lost and what is owned. Will you come first? Maybe; Too much confusion can't remind me that I care about myself in time. For one thing I wanted to do, but didn't do it, it was originally irrelevant twice. If I can become stronger quickly, ruling the world is actually the realm of choice, knowing how to understand and constantly improving my incomplete mind. Introspection and introspection are my best self-discipline. Sometimes managing yourself means grasping everything in front of you.
On artistic conception with artistic conception.
First, the girl who was really nice to you lost to the beautiful girl.
Second, why should you blame a girl who loves you deeply for not being sensible?
Third, I prefer simple refusal to all kinds of perfunctory.
Four, boys and girls break up, boys let girls go first, girls turned to separate, boys gawked at her back in front, girls turned around, couldn't stop sobbing, back trembling and walked away. The girl squatted on the ground, ignoring the eyes of passers-by and crying loudly. Suddenly, the girl was pulled up by a powerful force and threw herself into a hug, which was her familiar mint fragrance, clear and cool.
Sometimes I really like you and want to be with you, sometimes I am really tired and want to stay, but your occasional meekness always makes me feel that if you really like me a little, I will let go, which is a pity, so I waited for you for a long time just because I didn't know there was a love that didn't exist.
6. The earth is round. People who love each other will meet again no matter how long they are apart, as long as they keep going. So, if I keep walking, will I meet you again?
Seducing you with my whole youth is the simplest thing I have ever done.
Eight, I still don't look for you, lest you laugh at me without you. Talk about the QQ space of love and enjoy it.
Nine, I want to sit on the bridge with you, blowing the river wind and drinking wine. The moon fell into the water and splashed several stars. It's a little difficult not to talk in the dark. You cleared your throat and said that you sang to me, listened to your drunken chatter and told your stories over the years.
Ten, a mountain, can not be separated from acacia, a horizon, can not calm down, and listen to the wind, never forget.
Eleven, don't be confused, don't get stuck in love. Not afraid of the future, not thinking about the past. Okay, then.
Twelve, once miss, two strands of carefree sorrow, watching three or four dead leaves pass by, sighing five or six lightly falling flying flowers, seven miles of peach blossoms, are not as good as tea fragrance, clothes and eight songs, only one thing is impermanent, and emotions are clear. This life will not reach your ninth childhood, only hate wasting ten current-carrying summers.
Thirteen, one is different and two is wide, and each is in its place.
14. Never forget what you once said, which has yellowed on the title page of time. From now on, my heart will bloom like a lotus flower. I will taste this cup of tea alone. Condense the tenderness of a lifetime into the gesture of a flower. Condense gloomy thoughts and lingering memories in your heart, cherish them in a dusty way, look at them indifferently, and don't complain about leaving.
The cruelest thing is to think that no matter how things change, this feeling will never change. Never forget, go further and further. Those stories of flowers blooming in Leng Yan, later, were just an opportunity in each other's lives. Looking back suddenly, I was shocked, and the past has been fixed into a landscape. At this time, I am not sad, but miss.
Sixteen-year-old, many years later, he took the Qiang flute and played her favorite songs all the way, and finally left his hometown from Mobei. Forgetting the way to Sichuan, she made a pot of tea under Shili Taolin, full of expectation. It's like seeing it for the first time.
I hope someone will accompany you to watch the flaming flowers and spend the rest of your life together.
Eighteen, that faint nostalgia, still between the lines, will not wait for this bank to bloom. Keep all Leng Yan in your heart. When time flies under the night sky, don't disturb Luoying.
Nineteen, who sits alone in the long street and sees the prosperity of the world. Who, lying alone in a lonely alley, smells as quiet as wine. Who, independent in the broken bridge, see koi fish in pairs. Whoever walks alone in the dry season feels the world is cold.
Twenty, copy a Jiang Nanyu, intoxicated in the poetic dream, my heart flies with it, and I am lonely and happy. Leaning alone, looking for yourself in the years, the water shines on people's gentleness, but it can't impress you. If you like it, talk to loneliness. The ethereal soul is attached to me, and the mind in the painting is ethereal as a dream. Jiangnan Nuoxu is separated by a time and space.
Life is like a journey, not in the destination, but in the scenery and mood along the way.
Twenty-two, from ponytails to curly hair, from shirts to long skirts, from canvas to high heels, from plain to light makeup, from youth to maturity, youth is so long.
Twenty-three, I would like to meet a warm you again with my wandering youth.
Twenty-four, I asked you to turn around several times, but I still only hope that the sunset will gradually set.
Twenty-five, the so-called love, but I locked you in a pool of spring water with thousands of cities and waters.
Twenty-six, written on plain paper, recalling the beauty of those years, I always like to use Leng Yan to interpret the encounter on the road. The passage of time, the story that passed with time, and the memories that were blown away by the wind outlined a beautiful chapter in the pen, stained with acacia and provoked a lifetime of sorrow.
Twenty-seven, Sansheng Shishan, I would like to open a peach blossom with you.
Twenty-eight years ago, there was a drop of rain, a season, a drop of tears, all my heart lake, a flower, a world, a group, and a city next to Tingyu Bridge.
Twenty-nine, leaving people sad. Whispering, thinking deeply. Fade away, sing empty sorrow. Continue to prosper, and where.
Thirty, that year, the wind was light and the days were warm, and the years were long. At this time, the sun was faint, the years were quiet and calm.
When I was thirty-one or seventeen, I thought I could catch cicadas all summer. When I was seventeen, I thought I could kiss you forever.
32. If your eyebrows stay for half a minute for me, why can't you see that I am as deep as ever?
Thirty-three, the old lane in the north city, the south wind is light.
Please don't say I've changed, because I haven't changed, but I know how to deal with a man as he deals with you.
35. If you feel that every door in your life has been opened, please remember one sentence: the open door is not necessarily locked, but at most, come and push it.
Thirty-six, you can only toss people who care about you. What you do has basically no effect on those who don't care about you and those who forget you.
Sometimes, you have to pretend to be happy just to prevent others from asking how you are.
Thirty-eight, others think you are too cold, and you think you have social phobia. In fact, you are just arrogant.
39. I'm a very considerate person, so I don't feel embarrassed when I talk. If I make you uncomfortable, don't think too much, I'm serious.
40. Forgive me for dressing up for attendance, holding a fountain pen, frowning and writing hard, just to help the seniors get to the bottom.
41. The most disgusting thing in the world is that you see the hypocrisy of a group, but others don't. They think she looks so beautiful, and then you become a scheming bitch in the eyes of others.
Forty-two, the giraffe's neck is so long, is it comfortable to sob? Octopus has three hearts. Will it hurt three times when it hurts? Camel's eyelashes are so long that you can't say your eyes are in the sand when you want to cry. The snake has no broad shoulders, so she can't get warm when she is tired. Xiao Qiang has two brains. When she is lonely, she doesn't think of anyone together. I have you in my heart. Is that why you got me killed?
Forty-three, envy those who can sleep peacefully as soon as they touch the pillow and those who are determined not to look back.
44. Later, I began to try to live for myself.
15 sentences full of artistic conception
1, I hope the sun is warm, the breeze is not dry, the time is not old, and you and I are both good.
2. I would like to leave my youth and meet a warm you again.
3. We are waiting, a small town, a distant Iraqi; I think, under the cherry tree, the stars are everywhere; I love simple tea and light rice to grow old together.
If your eyebrows stay for half a minute for me, why can't you see that I am as deep as ever?
5, the most cruel is time, thinking that no matter how the world changes, this love will never change. Never forget, go further and further. Those stories of exotic flowers and plants, later, were just an opportunity in each other's lives. Looking back suddenly, I was shocked, and the past has been fixed into a landscape. At this time, I am not sad, but I have been thinking about you for a long time.
6. That year, there was a drop of rain, a season, a drop of tears, all my heart lakes, a flower, a world, a person and a city by the bridge.
7, don't be confused, don't fall in love. Not afraid of the future, not thinking about the past. Okay, then.
8. Writing on plain paper, recalling the beauty of those years, I always like to use stunning to interpret the encounter on the road. The passage of time, the story that passed with time, and the memories that were blown away by the wind outlined a beautiful chapter in the pen, stained with acacia and provoked a lifetime of sorrow.
9, copy a Jiang Nanyu, intoxicated by the poetic in the dream, my heart will fly with it, I will be lonely and happy. A person leans on, looking for himself in the years, gentle to the water, but unable to touch you. Like, just talking to loneliness, the ethereal soul is attached to me, and the affection in the painting is ethereal as a dream. Jiangnan Nuoxu is separated by a distance of time and space.
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1 1, I asked you to turn around several times, but I still just hope that the morning glow will fade away.
12, once said, never forget, has yellowed on the title page of time. From then on, my heart bloomed like a lotus flower, sipping this cup of tea alone. Condense the tenderness of a lifetime into the gesture of a flower. Solidify gloomy thoughts and lingering memories in your heart, collect them in a dusty way, look at them indifferently, and don't complain about leaving sadness.
13, I hope someone will watch the flaming flowers with you and spend the rest of my life together.
14, when I was seven years old, I thought I could catch cicadas all summer. When I was seventeen, I thought I could kiss you and stay with you forever.
15, life is like a trip, you don't have to care about the destination, what matters is the scenery along the way and the mood to see it.
Poetic and picturesque aesthetic sentence set
A poetic aesthetic sentence 1. Suddenly there is a feeling that I can't go far. I know that I have a hope to take care of me from time to time, a mood to talk, and a person who will care and protect me all the way.
2. The breeze remains the same, and the piano sounds like Xiao Suyun. Learn to chant words with ink, and dance with pen and ink. The origin of ups and downs, gathering and dispersion. Today, there are thousands of chapters and tens of thousands of words, which are sad and hurt. Every word is as cold as ice. Just because the fate of dust is like a dream, the mirror is full of flowers, leaving only a few pages on today's plain notes, indifferent to flowers. Perhaps, a thousand years later, in a dusty wind, there is only one woman singing clearly in the wind. ...
Standing and talking for too long makes me tired. Why don't you understand that I have written too much? It was too long, and I was tired myself. Why don't you understand?
4. If you smile once, I can be happy for several days; But seeing you cry once made me sad for several years.
5. Waterfront, misty rain, floating dust, lingering edge, a curtain of sorrow, blue shirt is not familiar. Breaking songs to the sky, the sound of flutes is drunk and cranes sing, the eyebrows are blooming in spring, the red makeup is beautiful, and the bones are clear. The world dare not compliment. Passing the sand and laughing, wine dipped in ink, overlooking the sea, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and the scenery is bleak. Looking straight at the winding path, the dust is flying, and the strategy suddenly rises.
6. Cut your eyebrows in spring, make poetry rain, and lean on the pavilion in loneliness and melancholy. Peach blossoms shed tears and the moon is full of thoughts. Green tea is mellow and lingering, and Chubo is ethereal and fragrant. A misty rain locks the heavy building, with fragrant poetry, touching the strings and gently twisting the strings to play the New Year. A cup of green tea is fragrant, and the dream of a thousand years continues.
7. As the days go by, with the cycle of spring, summer, autumn and winter, it becomes whose funeral and whose funeral. Time goes by little by little, and with the change of rain, fog and rain, it becomes the dust left by the old photo album. I believe that sunset, moon rising, moon setting and sun rising have their significance. And I am the little protagonist in this landscape, both false and true. Endless years flow, leaving only a trace of purity to set off dying beauty. The world is still very complicated, and I have enjoyed these years alone.
I thought I had forgotten my love and you. But one day, I heard a song and tears came out. Because of this song, we have heard it together.
9. I'm afraid I'll never see you again. The rest of my life is too long, you will never forget it.
10. I'm so tired now that I really want someone to give me happiness that you can't. It's not that no one gives it, but that I can't accept the kindness of others except you.
1 1. Gently push open a pile of fences left unlocked, tiptoe close to your window, and listen to you read those charming new moon words in bookmarks, which are piled up like mountains, bearing the world of mortals and delicate exhortations.
12. Success should be guided by ideals, explored by creativity and watered by sweat.
13. Komatsu, the moon is like frost, and people are like floating flowers. Ten years, three thousand years, I hope we don't forget each other.
14. If we trust a person without doubt, there are only two outcomes, either we will get a lifelong confidant or we will get a lifelong lesson.
15. In spring, there was a rain in the bloom of pear flowers, and the pear flowers dripped between buildings, and the rain was woven into plain silk. Looking for the rhyme of Momo in the Tang Dynasty, looking for the charm in Zhuo Yi's graceful Song Ci, shallow sadness came to the rain of poetry alone, with classical melancholy. The golden harp has fifty strings, one string and one column sighing for the New Year, and a sense of loneliness of Li Shangyin is folded up, falling into the buildings bit by bit and tied into a word order. There is only one unforgettable concern in the world, and that is unforgettable.
16. The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and disperse, and Western jackdaw in the west is shocked. When will Acacia meet? It's embarrassing. When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick and bitter. Looking back, I am lovesick and infinite. If I had known this, I would have been a stranger.
17. After the rain, the leaves are green. I don't have the heart to choose too much, but I think it's your incarnation. Picking is too cruel.
18. The scenery of life is always like this. When you have it, you will feel far away. When you lose it, you will feel close.
19. The beautiful image has been sold, and the guest has broken the bridge; The paper umbrella is thin, and Yun Guan is miserable. Drunk in the western suburbs, playing the flute, trying to show off his hair. Qingming mourning, offering a lifetime of arrogance, tears shaking candles; Time flies, cockroaches have been covered with autumn wormwood. Su Mu Gai, singing wine and composing songs in the Red Chamber; Yu Meiren who carved and danced; Drunk flowers, cold and lonely; Golden wisps of music, how many volumes float and sink; Partridge sky, gazing at past lives ... misty rain gradually disappears, Leng Yue lead is slightly shallow, how can you sleep with pity?
20. Forgiveness is neither forgetting nor forgiving, but letting go of yourself.
2 1. Waiting is the most natural aging. In the breeze, I felt the inner precipitation. Suddenly, I saw a bunch of white flowers. How like a wing, I feel sad for its lack of a flying skill. If not, maybe I can really use my life to see how beautiful it would be.
22. I was born in cool thin, but I still want to be someone else's sun.
23. Poetry infected with heartfelt words, whose figure disturbed the pain of ink-stuck words and cut off insomnia! Tears dance and beat every corner of the night. Broken cherry blossoms, like countless vows, were smeared with blood by the sunset, unable to bear the burden of commitment, scattered in the cold moonlight, lonely and sad.
24. Memory can't be erased, it can only be accumulated slowly. Time brings you to the poker table, but the bet is on yourself.
25. Your journey has never seen my old age.
26. Dream Three thousands of feet is as deep as the sea, and its prosperity is scattered all over the ground. In the memory cycle, I drank a toast at Naiheqiao.
27. A person's journey, a leaf dances monotonously, without accurate rhythm, and the movement is still circulating, erasing vague and clear memories.
28. Life has no cycle, just like a flower. People live a lifetime, and flowers bloom for a season. Life is like a flower, and flowers are like dreams.
I didn't sleep tonight. If you are just a gust of wind, I want to write a dream that will never wake you up without your watch in the memory of fleeting time. If the long sadness comes to an abrupt end, should I give up my nostalgia for the world of mortals, throw the unprovoked melancholy into the flowery spring, let the lingering piano sound weave into a romantic declaration of love, and reproduce the magnificent scene of pear blossoms with rain? There is no moon and few stars tonight. The shadow is folded in half in the dark, slightly lonely, the night is like ruins, and the darkness is meaningful.
30. Nostalgic people live like street sweepers. At both ends of life, we stand on each other's shore.
3 1. Bend down slowly and try to pick up your scattered pity. I thought I had found a lover who cherished my life. Look at the moonlight like water, scattered with cold and loneliness, screening out the mottled place, accompanied by oblique thin shadows. I also walked among the flowers, watching carefully the flowers in winter, blooming, dying, falling and turning to ashes.
32. Who sighs in the years?
33. The sunshine is fine. You smiled at me and said marry me. That day, I thought I was so close to the sun. Time has passed, years have smoothed out all the romance, but you still say divorce with a smile. The sunset that day was very beautiful ... It turns out that time can heal everything, including the unforgettable love in the past. ...
34. The enemy who can make you angry shows that you are not sure to win him; A friend who can make you angry shows that you still care about his friendship.
35. If the face is a silver plate, the eyes are like water apricots, the lips are not red, and the eyebrows are not painted green. There are two or three families living in the bamboo forest beside the river bank, and the provocative red flowers set off the white flowers. I have a place to repay the happiness of spring. Joan can take her time at the hotel.
36. Cordyceps sinensis, acacia wine, a dream in the late Qing Dynasty; Look at the present, drunk last night, but watch the beauty smile. A few affectionate, all troubled, all empty and melancholy; Worried about rising, laughing in the pool, drinking on the moon. Sigh tonight, meet after a long separation, the world is hard to break; For nine days, the clouds were moving and cold and empty. Flying sand and walking stones, dew condensation, birds singing in the morning; Loose and energetic, feeling like the world, laughing and provoking the world of mortals.
37. When autumn goes and spring comes, who pities the wind and lotus in Quyuan, the flowers are white, but there is no vitality.
38. Only the sunset stands there. The soul is floating like countless snowflakes, shining and gradually waking up.
39. Petals that seep into the soil are like memories that cover both ends of life. We stand on each other's shores.