It is better to ponder over this sentence in the Jianghu for a long time than to forget it accidentally. Inexplicably, there is a warm current brewing in my heart. Sometimes you will find that an unintentional sentence and a lightly listened song will move you to tears; Enough to warm the inner desolation and indifference. In the world of mortals, look back on past gains and losses. Beauty or sadness. Many people, many things, many dreams and longings that we have been unswerving, and the beautiful blueprint outlined in our dreams. Moments are like fireworks in the night sky, and then they return to calm. In silence, counting the sad back, the plague generally haunts itself and boils slowly until dawn. How strong do you have to be to remember things? Beauty is old, and youth is gone in an instant. Instead of thinking about the last monarch, I don't regret the wider the clothes. I don't want to forget it in the Jianghu. It may be touching to care for each other, but forgetting about the rivers and lakes is another realm, which may require an open and indifferent attitude. Only blame time is too thin, so thin that my shadow has nothing to hide in the moonlight. Like an infatuated teenager, the beautiful solo said: Holding hands and looking at each other with tears, I was speechless and choked up. Like a contemporary literati, a free and easy solo "River of No Return" ran out of the waves. Like a hermit who avoids the world, he has two sleeves and a roll, and the breeze blows his face. From then on, he no longer cares about the world. It was an infatuated parting, which was urged by Lanzhou. It is the grandeur of the solo of the great scholars, which hurts deeply; That is the extreme disappointment that the world's top people don't live in harmony with the world. Maybe one day I will pick up my inner desolation, take myself to a strange place and start over in a place where no one knows. A cup of tea, a book and a quiet song every day. If there is He Huan, why laugh at the wind when he is dead? Or indulge in debauchery, read for so many years. Talk about soothing the inner germination in the boundless void. The past will pass, but the lost will not. Nothing lasts forever. Flowers, applause, applause are just passing clouds, and will eventually disappear into nothingness. From hell to heaven, I just passed by, that's all. Occasionally vaguely covet the glory of the beautiful dream years. I was lazy for a while and untidy. When I woke up, I realized that my sideburns were like frost, and the hair bundles scattered in the two clips rippled for a long time, and the beard residue covered my chin. For an instant, I feel that the years are wasting away, like water flowing. Shaoguang slipped away from me like this, never taking away a cloud. But I finally know that whether you are here or not, whether you come or not, those are different. You are still you, and I am still me. Once, I was the best in the world, and I thought I was the best in the world. Learn to be mature with a childlike attitude, and imitate the conclusion that the third eye behind the world is the voice of an adult. But I'm not the one who fished by the river, so I can lead the lion to do justice for heaven; Zhu Gekongming is not ignorant of the general trend of the world. Seeing strange things, all my heart is engraved on my tender face. Any sweet words and trivial things in the world can crush my heart. Floating in the world of mortals, I realized that I was just so ordinary and humble, humble to the dust. Elegance depends on quicksand, and it will get old after a while. The wind is thin and I look forward to spring sorrow. When we were young, we forced a smile, pretended not to care, only sighed, and bought the sunset with depression and drunkenness through alcohol. In the pond of life, the moon is swaying slightly, but the heart is sad and shallow. Was the world once a pure dust chamber? Who doesn't have pink and green eyes? What I met was only a sad time in the golden year. With the live broadcast of scenes, I was bloody infected with this lonely time of my life. Put on the coat of fleeting time, stand at the end of time and expect. Who travels around the world without a box of masks these days? Look at the flowers as light as water, and lament the flowers of Yi 'an lay man: flowers float with water, one kind of lovesickness and two kinds of worries. It is a melancholy beauty, very beautiful. I don't have the feeling of the ancients, and I'm not good at making vulgar and flattering words like jade bone. Only the clear water from the Peach Blossom Garden seeps out of my heart, washes away those lonely hearts, and makes them keep a persistent watch on the earth. I am a lonely person who has an affair with loneliness and sails with sadness. Often because of a small thing in life, a touch of sadness in the book, and suffocated to the bone marrow. Lament that the world is full of decadence and erosion. Fate often likes to play similar jokes, and it's his turn to trudge past and step into the world of mortals. I know that youth is just a kind of beautiful sadness, pain and happiness. There is no guilt in depravity, but beauty is too decadent. At dusk, I silently returned to the new moon, quietly accompanying my shadow. Grasp the waist of time, chew up the memories of your life in the fleeting time of light and shadow, and read the chapters of time. What you can't hold will eventually get tighter and tighter, just like the sand in your hand. The tighter you hold on, the easier it is for you to slip away. Life is an empty city, full of broken prosperity, but behind it is barren. Feelings are an erratic long river, filled with the light sand of the past, but unable to walk out of the sadness that never appeared. I would like to ask how the 8,000-year-old jade withers and erodes in the middle of the night, and how it shines in the middle of the night. I feel that all living beings have a feast of delicacies, and youth is fleeting, today, yesterday! Why laugh at heaven in this life? Time flies like water, and lead flowers run out. Since ancient times, life has been in a hurry, one step at a time, and one dream for ten thousand years. Instead of lamenting this, you will suffer from loss. It is better to incarnate a drop of rain and dew, accompany the river through the barren mountainous area, drive the endless plateau and lie flat on the plain. Everything is like fish drinking water. It's no gain to grow old under the old shade. It's not a ray of moonlight sadness that falls on my cold window and knocks over my inner throb. It is not the west wind that worries about the green waves, but the spring water that washes away the haggard and wrinkles in life. This is a lost lamp. Carrying a high singing voice, learning the indifferent experience of nature. Looking back on the mottled years, the world of mortals is rolling. The virtual world is like a dream. It seems that the world we live in will not be buried by loess after all, and everything will be born. Nothing, just like a dream last night. Sing slowly and softly, time is fragile, and the time is gone. After all, I understand that it is better to be taken out of context than to forget each other in Jianghu. Happiness is a mysterious and fragile medium. In fact, commitment is nothing, and where you will go is nothing. Everything has its destination. We learned to bow our heads, learn not to care and learn to hide. Bury yourself deep and hide in a place beyond the reach of years and dust. There is no original intention of caring for each other and forgetting each other in Jianghu. It is better to learn from Zhuangzi freely, learn from the fish that pass by in the rivers and lakes, and forget each other. Do you have something to say? Is there any music wandering in the room? Is there a moment when I was stunned by the trivial things in my life and had an epiphany? Remember it! A high-spirited, peerless and independent Zhuang Zhou, on the commanding heights of human nature, pointed out a crying hall for the lost in the dark. It's better to forget about each other than to be in love with each other.
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