The first time I saw the movie, I saw the movie, I saw the movie, I saw the movie, I saw the movie, I saw the movie, I saw the movie, I saw the movie, I saw the movie, I saw the movie, I saw the movie, I saw the movie, and I saw the movie.
Slow cooking years, idle taste of life, disorientation in the fireworks, we can live well, like the wind as free, like the rain as romantic.
The four sides of the food, but a bowl of human fireworks
Leaning on the fence to look at each other, the plum blossom, time suddenly late, the human fall years, thin shadow dark incense, with a body of snow, three winter sun, resignation of the old year, to welcome the new spring.
The years, a night of new green hills, clouds and smoke drenched in the flow of the year, shaking off a body of smoke and dust, will be in a trance of time hosted in the short-lived hilarity.
Lunar New Year, in the past years is slowly open the flavor of the season, I do not know, in the hometown, the most let you miss, is a mouthful of what taste? I think, the hometown sound is the warmest, mother's food, the warmest.
Unloading the dust of the year, the tired body and mind can be temporarily placed, the hasty line was replaced by the father of a new pot of hot tea. Under the glistening sun, there is the warmth of loved ones gathering together, there is the idle feeling of curling up in the smoke, and there is also the shallow stability of the human world.
The river and mountains are quiet and beautiful, and time has no words. We are always struck by the storms of life in a hundred ways, and touched by the details of the light of day.
The day is chaotic, but generous and gorgeous, time long and short memories, lights in the bright and clear nostalgia, the heart of the deep and shallow hangover.
Perhaps this life, no matter how far we go, the heart is stranded on the beach in the past, even if it is wrapped up by the light of the day forward, the tide of the years, we are alone to recall the former lights.
The years are always affectionate, the past as wine, accidentally, drunk the whole rest of his life.
The years have turned around, it has been winter deep spring shallow, the years never stop flowing, we also aged year by year.
In the most beautiful years, love the most beautiful self, do a person as the case may be, do not draw on the past, do not be concerned about the present.
Missed no need to care, the loss of the heart is not hurt, the four sides of the food, but also a bowl of fireworks.
From the flow of drift, any thing
Drink all the rivers and lakes, but a cup of wind and moon; look at all the world, as if a few wisps of smoke.
Whitman: "I live on my own terms, and that's enough. Even if no one in the world understands me, I sit in peace; even if no one in the world does not understand me, I sit in peace."
Yes, no matter how life appears to us, passionate or indifferent, messy or elegant, humble or proud, colorful or dark as night.
In the white years, we all have a pure heart, to be a pious singer, like a bird, in the day color and flower shadow, free to fly through, and the wind with the dance.
Yu Qiuyu: life, is a tree of flowers, or quiet or warm, or lonely or bright.
The days, in the years of years gradually thick, those naive, leaping, or contemplation of the soul, in the bustle and clamor, was carved on the deep and shallow, or thick or light marks.
Life, intertwined with warmth and cold, and the intensity of the appropriate, through the red dust sadness and happiness, more than the vicissitudes of the story in the eyes of the life of a more comfortable and calm.
There is a kind of past, called just like the first time, there is a kind of deep love, called at that time confused; there is a kind of sadness, called and I have nothing to do; there is a kind of outlook, called this go through the years; there is a kind of beautiful, called merciless also moving people.
Give life a reason to smile, so that the dream has wings to fly; give yourself a place to warm up, with the wind's obsession to seek, with the posture of the lotus calm, surplus a smile, will be polished into the life of the branch of the most beautiful scenery.
If there is a peach blossom in your heart, where is it not? I wish you a journey with the eyes of the stars and the sea, the chest has a thousand gullies, the heart has a flourishing flowers.
Idle taste of the years, slow cooking time
The journey of life, many people walking, walking, on the scattered; many things to look at, looking at, on the fade; many dreams to do, to do, on the break; many tears flow, flow, on the dry.
Waiting for a sky blue smoke and rain, we know the meaning of parting; a person's night, we learned to laugh at the two people's white moonlight; walking through the heavy story, we understand the weight of the years.
The crisscrossing of the red dust on the strata, in the gradually distant look back, those long nights of pain, are refined into a strong; those who can not forget the past, are standing into the scenery of the memory.
The first time I saw the movie, it was a very good one, but it was a very good one, and it was a very good one. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and you'll be able to do that. In fact, the years do not need heavy ink, just a simple tone of brush, can outline a vivid mountain bright water.
Life, originally, is just a sea of changing events, a silent flower waiting, a silent and solemn trip.
Looking back to the place of depression, wind, snow, rain and sunshine are scattered into the clouds, the flow of flowers in the years swaying in the vicissitudes of the floating things, alarmed by the end of a motionless.
Life is a tree blossom, shallow back to the wind, shaking down the rustling beauty, light sunshine, flashing thick sadness and happiness.
Life is a tree blossom, the flow of time through the years, through the softness of the breeze, shallow ripples of the old moonlight calm, arrived at the other side of the warmth.
The world of the sea, the time is not stained, looking for a calm and relaxed, idle watching a rain window, quiet taste of the human years long.
I wish you a warm winter snow, summer to enjoy the lotus, spring to cook tea, fall with cloth, four seasons is the road ahead, life is the Jianghu.