Who can understand a fate? Even if we never see each other again, those bits and pieces have turned into rain in the spring breeze and moistened the eyes. Those tacit understanding, those pursuits, are full of pure beauty, those profound, no one can forget. Along the way, one after another, a feeling, really, not easy.
How many times have I been forgotten by the wind and sand of the years? Only those quiet thoughts still linger in my ears. Those gentle, never stiff, endless lingering in one side of the water town, how much silent warmth in the distance. With a little understanding, the sense of alienation has been cut off, and those gentle murmurs seem to uphold those reluctant beliefs. How many folds in the soul have been smoothed by the determination of the eyes. In the depths of memory, there will always be a pool of gulls and herons inadvertently, and then return to those waiting for Qingning.
Feelings, no aestheticism, only idealism, no right or wrong, no one can change anything. Some feelings, it seems, can only wait for a long time, seem to be tolerant, and only in this way can we do it and cherish it.
One night of greed, dream of fleeting time. Whether it is icing on the cake or a little attention, chasing will eventually give life a peaceful beauty. I miss yesterday, which was full of flowers, and I can't miss today. In the spring haze, it is not a humble deep bow, but a treasure of what is planted in the heart.
Flowers are full of clothes, the past is in my heart, dancing. Every day, there is always a moment to escape, enjoying the quiet corner in my heart and getting in touch with the warmth of those who wander around the world. Indulge in secrecy, white and pure, Joe has no intention of fighting for spring, just for a little understanding, blooming to the extreme. The wind is light, the clouds are light, and the water is flowing. This is not just a friendship between gentlemen. Isn't love out of the water? Is there anyone on the earth? Seduced by how many fireworks, I watched unswervingly, and the years when Jinse Mian Silk was agarwood.
Some are elegant, dripping ink, a curtain of wind flowers, independent of the world. I don't love the glitz in the world, and the sound of the waves is still every day. A few words, unintelligible, nourish the bright and beautiful dust settled, swaying.
Away from the fetters of the world, those thoughts without any requirements are still sleeping quietly far away. Many times, we miss each other deeply, but we lose a little bit of distance. A lot of things, disdain, all explanations are redundant. Perhaps the biggest cool thin in the world is its trust betrayed.
Those encounters in my heart are still lingering on the affectionate road. How will those fates be arranged? The dust blooms beautifully, and those lines that touch the fleeting time are still looking back. A finger of quicksand, how much beauty I missed, walking in the desert of love, met a sigh.
I don't know if you have ever thought that every sigh may be the last sigh in this world. Those pure watches are never absurd, they are the heaviness of life. There seems to be a lot of forgiveness as deep as love, and some thoughts are always in my heart and displaced in the years.
At this moment, some people can wait, some people can think, and some people are lovely and so worthwhile. What reason do we have not to pity?
It seems impossible to walk in the world without getting hurt. There are always some people drifting away, and there are always some loves that can't say goodbye. A drift, after all, is to see flowers in the fog, and the lingering branches have nowhere to say goodbye, beating the worldly glitz. Those tangled, the old are gone, and the reborn will be like snowflakes.
Broken words scattered on the hair clasp, singing in the moonlight. No longer with whom to continue the frontier, has long been accustomed to, across the distance, stay, laugh in the depths of the soul. Those are warm, the world is stable and the years are quiet. Those days, those nights, those who once, if not, traveled through time and space, and the lead faded and tasted the vicissitudes of life alone.
Some moods, when spring comes, the breeze passes, and the lush heart is heaven. Gazing at flowers and plants, tender and ambiguous. Keep a love, a scenery, and let that little sunshine give infinite warmth to the weak life. ...
Those who hate being late, wash in your southern branches? Some are deep, quietly overflowing the shackles of the secular, and hidden deep in the soul. Those sacred thoughts have never cooled down, and those have passed away, leaving a damp place.
Into the life, the years are prosperous. If you understand it, you will meet those eternal beliefs again. Can we let those subtleties escape, leaving only bare piety, cooking wine and tasting plums? Destiny takes a hand, we will always encounter infatuation, the transformation of mountains and rivers, and the world of mortals.
Go for a walk. When are the spring flowers and the autumn moon? Some emotions shine brightly. When we are alive, we can't meet the people we want to see and we can't cherish them. All walks are just clouds. What is the meaning of life? Those fallen thoughts, the parting of gathering and parting, forget that Sichuan can't be worn, and have a dream. Drink your heart out, hate your thoughts, laugh, and don't forget your active attitude. The years will eventually be quiet and beautiful.
There is never right or wrong in the emotional world, only those who love, who don't love, who cherish and who don't cherish, that's all. Some emotions, standing by the river of reason, can only suppress those growing feelings. It's not that I don't love, but that I can't do anything.
Some encounters are so rare, bit by bit, difficult to give up, difficult to separate, so they will not give up easily. Perhaps, some emotions, sincerity and warmth in the eyes, are enough. A feeling is really hard-won and can only be cherished. How many people, in the boundlessness of time, silently love someone, but dare not approach them for fear of injury.
If love is more painful than happiness, it must be wrong. All treasures are not wishful thinking, and all wishful thinking is doomed to be humble and mottled.
Feelings have always been two of a kind's. If you can't cherish them, it is also a wise choice to let them go. A person can love a person or not, and be tolerant. Whether you love it or not, there is nothing wrong. People who can handle their feelings well are awesome. Those responsibilities can make an ordinary person become taller in an instant. ......
No matter love, affection or friendship, it is not easy to meet and stay together. Cherish those warmth, trust and dependence, do it and cherish it.