When the moonlight comes to cover the mountain road when you come.
I hope you can believe it.
I have recovered.
Self-escape thoughts
Self-modification, anonymity, the edge of all kinds of desires
A confused heart begged for mercy.
A story that can't last after all kinds of changes.
Since the world is absolutely gentle and sharp.
No one in Qiu Lai understands this better than I do.
There are always some sparse forests that will lose all their leaves.
There are always some dreams to be buried from now on.
There are always some creatures who insist on changing colors and textures in the shadows alone.
I will remember your warning.
From then on, strictly observe the distance between wait-and-see and imagination
Never delve into the incident again.
There is no sad river
Don't pick the fruit of regret.
When the moonlight covers the mountain road you left again.
I don't know if you want to believe it.
But I really recovered and learned.
Stop defending the truth and let it disappear like a leaf.
And constantly abridge those unnecessary worries.
(Dead branches of meaningless white skin on the road ahead)
In the years after Qiu Lai.
I would almost be mistaken for
Desperate and optimistic woman
Yu Qiu (Xu Zhimo)
First-class cold autumn pool autumn rain,
In a gaunt autumn willow,
On the cowardly autumn branches,
On a yellow autumn leaf,
Listen, kisses and kisses,
Whispering to each other about Sanqiu's feelings,
Love story,
Finally, I brushed him gently in the autumn glow of autumn eyes.
One and a half revolutions,
Follow the autumn stream.
Whispers of autumn rain,
Sanqiu's love story,
Love poem plot,
Also falls in the autumn halo of autumn eyes,
One and a half revolutions,
Follow the autumn stream.
2. Seek the application of Tagore's poem "Life is as bright as summer flowers and death is as beautiful as autumn leaves". Summer flowers are beautiful, warm and pure. We should strive to develop, do one thing with our lives, and wholeheartedly like one's life.
Autumn leaves are beautiful, elegant and proud. Be beautiful even if you die, don't be afraid, and face people quietly. When you die, don't panic, don't be sad, and keep yourself and others intact and beautiful.
Life lies in breathing, and love is on the verge of gain and loss.
Since its birth, it is as gorgeous as summer flowers! Since you love, you have to give all your emotions!
Because of too much experience, because of too much experience, we always inadvertently lost a gorgeous mood that we should have. Watching the silence of the rain is always unreasonable and messy sadness. Watching the sunset is inexplicably dry and sour. That elegance and freshness have been washed away by years, and that passion and freedom have been sealed in the deepest place by time! As if a person wandering in the gray space! Maybe emotional people are more likely to do this, but they can still make themselves so sad because they can't get rid of their thoughts and emotions.
Because of life, we are destined not to leave this world, and this world is destined to have someone, and there must be someone who loves and hates. Who can really get rid of it and get away with it? In that case, why not let life be as gorgeous as summer flowers, because life is not only the existence of life, but also the existence of too many emotions. When you can really be gorgeous, you will inadvertently find that you are happy. That pain is just a beautiful memory and a mature footprint. We can't avoid meeting, we can't escape that kind of tacit understanding, and life will never just meet like before. A beautiful story is often a tragedy. Life is gorgeous, love is gorgeous, even if everything is like a passing cloud in the end!
Life is long and short. In fact, the only person who has accompanied me through life is myself. From the moment of birth to the moment of death, only the people who accompanied us through a journey are so worth cherishing, because they let me realize all the emotions in the world, family ties with blood thicker than water, like-minded friendship and accompanying love. No matter how many joys and sorrows we had, how much helplessness we had, we all had that kind of emotion. Isn't such a rich possession enough to make our life as gorgeous as summer flowers?
When our eyes are dim, when we look back on the past, some of them must be from the heart, such as a favorite saying of Buddhism: one flower a day, one grass a world, one tree a bodhi, one soil a Buddha, one pure land, one smile, one dust, pure heart, heart like a lotus! So quiet, so detached Because of the brilliance of life, death is so beautiful!
Now that you are born, you will be as gorgeous as summer flowers; Die indifferently, but die as beautiful as autumn leaves!
I am like a remnant cloud in autumn, floating in the air without a master. If this is your game, please paint my lost emptiness with the color of Hui Jin, so that it can float in the strong wind and spread freely until it melts. When the flowers bloom in spring, I will say goodbye, sit in a corner and meditate, write down all you in my world rhythmically, and hold my sadness in my lap. Now I'm everywhere. It breeds the seeds of happiness, which germinate and bloom. When I woke up, I found that the garden was full of exotic flowers and plants. Flowers spread their wings and tremble in the wind. Colorful flowers emerge like inner desires, and the fragrant fragrance pours out a ray of sweetness. Life is like a blooming bud, and all the fragrance stored in the flower heart is scattered in the distance. You give me your dream and pass it on again. Through the sky, high-pitched songs resounded through the sky, and the waves fluctuated in response to colorful tears and smiles. Look at your smile, like a flash on the spray, intoxicated and shining, while life, like dew on the tip of the leaf, stands on tiptoe and dances on the edge of time. I am alone in the shadows, with secret steps, walking quietly through the dark and circuitous winding path, as quiet as night. There is no coolness in the rain in the distance. The wind is tired, and the thick curtain of darkness covers it, just like wrapping a bed of sleep on the earth at dusk and gently closing the petals. Sorrow pervades the world, stretching out countless situations in the boundless sky, silently looking up at the starry sky, and the rustling trees turn into lyric poems. From time to time, I have a melancholy attack, which convulses me from my dream and wakes me up in the middle of the night. I think there is a strange smell where the wind blows over me. I forgot my daily sadness and sad memories and threw them in the dust. I run in the shade like an elk, crazy about my fragrance. I was lost, I wandered, I sought what I couldn't get, and I got what I didn't seek. However, I found that your will will never end on me, and I retired in the silent HarmonyOS system, fascinated by the old road. The new Yuan Ye is unfolding wonderfully before us. Let my self-return become a transformation of your website. From the tears of hesitation, from the thoughtful smile, from the sweet and soft pain that we can't extricate ourselves, let us touch the beautiful stories that we cherish in our hearts. My heart will listen to your words quietly, not my ears. Let love melt into memory, let pain melt into poetry, let them fly across the sky and fold their wings at home. I hope the landlord will give us extra points.