2. At night, I like watching the stars very much. I know that the stars are separated by a distance that can never reach each other. Just like you and me, one is intentional and the other is unintentional. Just missed each other's years.
The cool breeze awakens the sleeping night, but the stars around the eyes are so far away. How many colorful years drift with the tide in the waves, feeling inexplicably disappointed.
The shallow memory calls for the dawn of tomorrow, and the stationery in my hand has been twisted and scarred. Years passed in sorrow and joy, stranded carefree years, and crossed into silent sadness.
5, the night rain whispers, and there is still a trace of moonlight in early autumn. I miss the time when I was young and indifferent, so why not cherish it.
6. Youth is fleeting, and tears shed bodhi. We look forward to the future every day, and the years as beautiful as flowers and jade disappear in the blink of an eye, and tears fall one after another, making you sad and painful.
7. Looking back at the DPRK, if possible, I would like to use the whole most beautiful time to convey it with the temperature of my palm, just for the return of time and let me return to my original sincerity.
8, a finger deep, the most beautiful story of the years, wasted into wordless silence, arrogant temper, the fragrance of falling plums, alone in the ice and snow. Some thoughts, locked in the bottom of the abyss, don't talk, don't talk, so we have to use a pen to describe the lonely mood of life!
9. Your appearance in my life may not be accidental, it may be the expectation of waiting for a thousand years, or it may be the unchanging promise on a stone, just to meet you and know each other in the best years!
10, if love is poison, I'd rather it take my life. Touching the scene should not hurt me. Who can return my lost years?
1 1, tonight is a cold night, a lonely night. I personally crushed a frozen period of time, ground it into an ink called memory, and then glued the pen of time, quietly sketching out the years that have been scattered all over the world on the surface of the years.
12, time can't erase youth, time can't hide the light of dreams, what you leave behind can't stay, and what you leave behind will always be with you. A journey, a dream, a dream for two or three years, looking back at dusk.
13, the joy of life is not only excellent sense of security, but also tragic and independent. Angry years, I lost countless blue years, hanging high in the wind, adding new rain to Fahua. Half-court city, half-song Lanting playing and singing, Qu Fu concise a few rivers of autumn water, tears full of countless thoughts. The blue boat roars at the streamer, and the mountains and rivers witness the vicissitudes of life.
14, in the most beautiful years, meet the most beautiful you, just like the waves flowing in the vast lake, the moonlight is beautiful.
15, water passes without trace, and time flies like running water. In a blink of an eye, eighteen years have passed. The hibiscus in front of the dew pavilion is particularly elegant in the sunshine at the end of summer, and the imprint of fleeting time is still deeply permeated in my mind. The past, the past, seems to have passed in a blink of an eye, drifting with the tide, like a fleeting time.
16, memory is always the most unforgettable. Now that I think about it, forget it. Now, I can't touch it. I'm afraid it will break when I touch it. Finally, I was black and blue. Time flies to keep us innocent.
17, time flies like water, time flies, and young people lament that the years at their fingertips were integrated as early as the crazy baptism. Now, I still remember that we were old when we were not crazy, but today, after being crazy, we have bid farewell to the years, no, it should be forever.
18, time is not as old as a thousand years, time is not as old as a million years, time is not as drunk as a beauty, time pays off, snow fades in brocade, stars are in late summer, and years are like water.
19, listen to a piece of music with you, and draw a moment of love with me. The gear of the years has put aside the mark of history. The time of meeting reflects the age.
20. In troubled times, the maple leaves in Xiangshan should also be red, enchanting and full of pride, and that blush warms the displacement of this season.
2 1, years are fleeting and life is short. I wish you all the best in the years to come.
22, a world of mortals, I am just a curtain of your dream, and at the end of the song, after burning out, you have become an unreachable pain for me. The moon is full, caressing the wound you gave me, with a little loneliness, lighting snacks and singing in the breeze. Who is my weak water in the world of mortals? Thin years, how to understate those lingering past clouds?
Time flies. When the yellowing memories are buried in the soil with the fragrance of striding printing and dyeing, all the thoughts in my life will go with the wind and fall where you are, quietly guarding you for me.