To exchange drunkenness for sadness, do not break your heart with a clear song. How much despair and sadness has filled this chaotic world. You want to be a brave man, fighting fiercely for love and faith. Your body is filled with unparalleled spiritual energy and radiance. You have the talent and reputation to be on par with great men, you are such a proud and solitary man. Your crazy heart has not yet spoken, it has rained several times in the evening.
I used to think that people in love must stay together, only by staying together can emotions last. However, the difference between this shore and the other shore is only a space gap, but it cannot extend the distance between the soul.
Time flies, time is silent. Days flow quietly like a trickle of water, while only time flows away from you. What settles down is the happiness and happiness that accompany you all the way, warmth and peace. For me, in this withering autumn, I can feel the poetic atmosphere. I just want to do one thing, pick up a crimson maple leaf and gently carve my heart’s words. Faith is the eternal theme of my life! Then, happily send it to the city where you are. From then on, in my heart and in my life, I hold your peace and warmth lightly, quietly on the other side of time, waiting for you forever!
A period of love, repeated contemplation, ultimately deepened the length of time. Chasing all the way, reminiscing all the way, what is the final gain and what is the final loss. Perhaps only when we are in contemplation can we understand that the happiness we receive along the way is often less than the pain. When lovesickness turned into mourning, apart from lamenting for the moon disciple, I never caught anything.
Always clinging to the minimalist style of life, I am only willing to watch the clouds roll and the seasons change with a calm heart. Many things that are out of season will inevitably be left behind by time, just like the once lush autumn leaves. When life dries up, they will eventually break free from the connection between the leaf veins. And I have been here, shaking off the burden all over me, standing in the monsoon like a tree forever, holding my head high towards the boundless and warm blue sky.
Night fell, and the spring rain gently kissed the thin gauze curtains like cicada wings. The rhythmic patters on the window lattice added infinite meaning. In my thoughts, amidst happiness and tranquility, I twist my heartstrings and transform into a gentle and graceful feeling like water on a deep rainy night. At this moment, the rain outside the window is no longer the cold autumn rain. In my eyes, it is a soft, like the feelings of a spoiled girl. It is pity, love, softness, and moistening in my heart. It is a longing, longing for a beautiful future. Embracing you in the season of flower rain flying, let love bloom freely under the oil paper umbrella, by the blue stone, and in the lilac alley. Such times, such moments, my heart inadvertently becomes drunk Drunk, drunk in the graceful and light dance steps of autumn rain
On the horizon of the sunset breaking through the moon, the journey back home is still reflected in red. The long wandering strokes are filled with tired plain paper, accompanied by withered and haggard, meeting the mottled fragments of time, splashing ripples in the heart and sighing, letting time hold the hand of the pen, listening to the ripples of the flowing water; Waves in the sea of drifting hearts, called; In the midst of the whirling years, whose mottled outline can only be traced back to a night of infatuation with glass, and another sleepless night.
True love is when people are thousands of miles away, but their dreams and souls are interdependent; True love is the flow of time, yet never giving up; True love is giving each other, but without any regrets.
There are single cherry blossoms and double cherry blossoms. When they bloom, the trees are bright and fragrant, with single cherry blossoms as white as snow and clouds, and double cherry blossoms as bright as fire and rosy clouds. But whether it’s single cherry or double cherry, their blooming time is not long. In more than 20 days, they bloom brightly and colorful, with trees full of blooming flowers and falling stars and petals. They are in a hurry.
Deep autumn is still far away, and the gentle wind is blowing, but it also feels a bit bleak. In spring, not only are there flowers flying all over the sky, but the fragrance of flowers is spreading everywhere. As the autumn charm gradually became stronger, the flowers in the yard bloomed, and the entire yard was filled with a sweet aroma. The golden flowers are clustered in clusters, overlapping and embellishing among the dense green leaves, warm and warm like the smiling faces of children, as if injecting a beautiful scenery into this warm spring.
Fingertips lightly touched the glass window, and the hissing sound startled the fragile heart. Waves of soreness hit like a wave. If such sour pain could replace tearing the heart and lungs, then let it last longer. This time will forget me, so that I can hide here, let those weak hands dance and dance, let those fragile and unbearable desperately entertain, let that tense heart relax less.
In the past, Yi Yan was pure and flawless, shining like jade. Many people seemed to have discovered wealth, hugging it tightly in their arms, afraid of losing it like a fragrance. At that time, the one who met you was a repentant person after baptism, who only knew how to cherish incense, but not jade. No matter how bright it was, it couldn’t cover up the dust accumulated on his body for a long time, couldn’t cast you, nor could it achieve him. Therefore, confusion strengthened the dramatic friendship, and pain was just a simple pain.
Some people once said that they will never part with their white heads. But after all, with just one empty word, in the blink of an eye, it was thrown to the other side. But I have always believed. Then, along the chase, there were thorns everywhere, but they never lowered their heads
It turns out that some waiting is not worth it, but what has come after so many years is the vicissitudes of life. We are just a drop in the ocean and cannot control the miracles and hardships that fate gives us. Faced with a little bit, perhaps all we can do is wait, but waiting requires courage, and we need the courage to bear the consequences that are vastly different from what we wait for.
My thoughts are vague, and I feel nostalgic and sorrowful. There are various things in the world that lure me to worry, such as breaking the embankment, the three mountains and five mountains, shaking the fame of heaven and earth, the prosperity of flowing water, and the tenderness of the trickle. I cannot help but feel the overflow of leisure.
Life is full of love, and this hatred is not related to the wind and the moon. Who is truly attached to whom? Who is crazy and foolish for whom? Who looks through the autumn water for whom? Who hurts for whom? They are all white threads that we cannot unravel. Who is born without fate? Love can tire this life.
Acacia has become a self comfort in many people’s lives, endless longing during the full moon, endless melancholy during the absence of the moon, and longing for all the joys and sorrows related to love in the years. In the world of emotions, we have always carried forward with all the sonority, regardless of the wind and rain, regardless of the wind and sun.
In front of the stained window. The winding path with a refreshing breeze doesn’t seem quite full. Out of proportion, oblivion lingers in youth, the season is in chaos, and in emptiness, sorrow lingers. Light eyebrows and drunken eyes, red makeup and light powder, old attachment to worldly affairs. The moon is bright and bright, the heavens and earth turn, the mountains and rivers of our homeland. The second most beautiful woman, I suspect, is to sing praises and return to the shore.
In life; There are always too many regrets to leave for memories, in the midst of time; The unclear mottling always outlines countless fragmented heartbreaks. Too much persistence cannot be let go, just; That unyielding pain, but unexpectedly encountered the most beautiful accident. Words can still be beautiful and simple, time cannot be a beautiful dream, happiness is not an extravagant thing, sadness is often a one-time decadence.
On the journey of life, after experiencing countless stations, there will always be unfamiliar or familiar scenery. The passersby referred to by time are only the people and things that are destined to pass by, not too many of which are deliberately remembered or forgotten. What lies amidst the interweaving of black and white is nothing more than the darkness that sorrow has traversed. In the corner of memory, it tells the story of all that remains to be continued. The thin coolness that lingers at the fingertips is the tiny fragments that once bloomed in time.
In the midst of my fingers, colorful sculptures are rendered flawless and mottled, while the sorrowful city still wields its brush and ink, drawing the traceless wind that blows through the four seasons. Smiles conceal the tears of loneliness, because in the whirling years, listening to the companionship of no one. Those constant past events are the initial and staring sighs that fill the heart with dreams wrapped in the depths of sadness. But in the end, like water flowing through the years, the gentle breeze whispers, but old dreams are hard to pick up.