Around the loved ones, another pair of marriage to the end.
This world is too little together, too much forgotten in the river and lake.
Looking back at the lights like flowers, shallow hands, let the hair twisted eyes.
Said good forever, somehow lost each other. The original feelings are so fragile, withstand the wind and rain, but can not withstand the ordinary; wind and rain with the boat, sunny days will be scattered. Maybe it's just gambling, maybe it's just because of something small. I miss the sweetness of the past, the reunion of the embrace, the side of tears while pounding each other, but also giggling, how beautiful picture.
If life is only like the first time, everything is still the appearance of happiness, how good it is.
When I have long hair and waist, the young man married me well? The first thing you need to do is to make sure that you have a good understanding of what you are doing and how you are going to do it. But I'm afraid of the long hair and waist, the young man fell in love with others. The first thing you need to do is to make sure that you have a good understanding of what is going on in your life and what is going on in yours.
Some things are destined to become stories; some people are destined to become old people.
Once in love, now have nothing to do with each other. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money from the company. One day at a certain moment, walking on the same street, can not see each other. The first one is to sigh, and the second one is to feel helpless.
The so-called sea withered, can not withstand the good get together and goodbye; the so-called long days, is only a joke.
Even the best things have lost the day; even the most beautiful dreams have awakened the day; destiny is like a book. The turn of the careless will miss the fairy tale, read too seriously and will flow dry tears.
We used to love each other, think of the heartache.
Love, is never a thing of a thousand turns.
It's best not to see each other, so you can't love each other; it's best not to know each other, so you can't think about each other. If life is only like the first time, what is the matter of the autumn wind sad painting fan.
If one day, a person you can not leave left, you have to love yourself, time will bring the right person to your side, the world is so big, there will always be a right person, let you put down the heart of all the sadness and anxiety.
Maybe the white head to old age feelings, not how much love, but can accompany you to old age, must be love you.
Life is only like the first time to see the log 2
Last night, can not sleep, suddenly remembered Anna 'Karenina, I have always been with respect to examine this woman. When she can't change her life, can't change her fate, she will choose to destroy herself. She dared to love and hate, what a strong woman, but her pale face after lying down on the railroad track completely exposed her weakness. She is too beautiful, too real, but she does not know that reality often can not tolerate the real, the real is too indistinct, in the reality of easy to hurt ......
Life is only like the first time to see. He is still in her eyes that handsome and dashing officer, she is still in his eyes that beautiful and lively young wife, only as first seen, they did not cross the minefield half a step, that would be so good! So there will not be this tragedy staged, the train station where they met for the first time will become a place full of warm memories in their lives.
Unfortunately, they are not willing to meet each other, not willing to be as light as water. Perhaps, their lives are destined to intersect, inevitably. Or, they have long been destined, destiny should be so.
Life is only like the first time, if I did not intersect with them, I or I, they are still them, did not get involved in their respective lives, perhaps now I will not be so nostalgic ...... but I will be willing to do so?
We are always like this, can not get the more want to get, get and afraid of losing.
Life is only as good as the first time. You are still doing your dream in your ivory tower, I continue to decorate my world in my ice pool. I have not been to your ivory tower, you have not come to my ice pool, always easy to live in their respective lives. Dawn breeze, look at the bright moon, everything, will not be eclipsed by the thought of each other. The green mountains are still there, regardless of the sunset red. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty!
Life is only like the first time. I'm a stranger, and I wish you the best of luck.
If you have known each other from the first sight, cultivated a deep emotion, please learn to tolerate, learn to cherish, because not every smoke can bloom a beautiful spark, and therefore, not every first sight can have a good result with others.
I know that later in life there are many, many first sights waiting for themselves, if I and they can not begin to know each other under the blessing, then I would rather everything is only as good as the first sight.
A cool breeze ruffled through the uneven bangs, stopping the trivial matters in the hands, greedily enjoying this hint of coolness, fading away a few points of the residual heart of the heat. A floating heart slowly calmed down, like a lake without the slightest ripple of water, waiting for the baptism of the wind.
Time quietly stayed in the night full of stories, quietly waiting for a romantic encounter. A couple like glue, hand in hand to the sky shouting each other's vows, dazzling stars to witness their commitment! Nearby, ten fingers tightly clasped, even if separated by the end of the world, but also to each other heart to heart.
Spring and fall, flowers, flowers, time is often the most eternal diamond ring, witness all the world's men and women! When the couple under the starry sky, after years of wear and tear, emotional entanglement, personality collision, and finally came to the winter of love!
Only left a sentence naive vow echoed in that piece of fickle starry sky. Whenever you see this piece of sky full of vows, always hesitate, whether today's promise, the next second is yesterday's sky!
Life is only like the first time, why care about the future to meet! The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty!
Life is only as good as the first time to see the log 4
and Mr. m meet, because the night before did not agree on a good time and place, so I have gone out, and he has not yet woken up, so I can only text message notification of him to meet the location, and asked him to get there as soon as possible.
Mr. M is my ex-boyfriend, and since we broke up, we haven't seen each other for more than two years. It's not like most of us are friends with the same people, but we're just busy with each other, and we have our own lives to lead.
20 minutes later, Mr. m finally showed up, a white sportswear, looks and two years ago there is no difference, just I have long passed the age of the fresh clothes, lost the faith of the young white boy.
"Have you eaten in the morning? I just got up and haven't eaten yet."
"Eaten, you did not eat to eat!"
Get in the car, seven turns, and finally arrived at the breakfast store. He seemed to be a regular customer of the store, and casually asked, "When did you move?" "The first time I've ever seen one, I've seen a lot of them," he said. "Oh, three dollars for dumplings and a bowl of rice."
There weren't a lot of customers in the store, and soon his order was delivered. Rare rice is very hot, he ate very slowly, and I do not know what to talk about, so I looked down and fiddled with the hidden buckle of the shoulder bag, one open, one closed, one open ......
"Where to play later?"
I did not expect him to suddenly ask, there is a moment of disorientation, and then replied: "Not said to go to the movies?"
"A movie in the morning? Will pack the theater right!"
"If it's packed, it's packed!" What does it matter if the movie theater is empty or full? It's not all about one person per seat, each looking for another self in the movie.
"Let's go!"
The two of them got in the car and went straight to the theater, found a seat at random in the lounge area under the theater, and began to choose a movie. m Mr. m told me all about the movies in the morning session, asking for my opinion, and in some ways, he has always been a gentleman. "Whatever, just decide." In the end, he chose "That Crazy Little Thing Called Love", the title of which reminded me of a movie I had seen many years ago - "This Little Thing Called First Love", in love, it seems that all the shocking things at the time, when recalled afterward, are just a little thing.
"I wanted to see A Little Smile, but unfortunately we were two minutes late and the morning show was gone."
"Just watch it next time."
"I'll get the tickets."
"Uh-huh."
The tickets were retrieved, the start time was 10:35, and glancing down at my phone, it was only 9:45, and there was still almost an hour to wait, a realization that made me a little nervous, and for a moment I didn't know where to put my hands and feet. Maybe it's because I ate something bad in the morning, maybe it's because I want to avoid embarrassment, he opened his mouth first: "I'm going to go to the restroom, don't run around, just sit here and wait for me." "Uh-huh." He left, the surrounding air has become light, a moment of boredom, picked up the movie ticket to start folding paper, would like to fold paper cranes, unknowingly folded into a heart, trying to recall the folding method of paper cranes, a moment to think of, can not help but feel a few points of chagrin.
"Folded?" He voiced from behind, startling me.
"Can a movie ticket still be valid if it's torn a little?"
"Definitely not! Where did you tear it?"
"Not yet."
"That's good."
My heart was lost at that moment. My heart was one step away from being folded, but I couldn't tear the movie ticket, and my heart was now in a state of disarray.
Continuing to fiddle with the two "hearts" on the table, he grabbed the "hearts", one by one, disassembled and smoothed out, I do not know why I looked at him, and found that his eyes are not free of complacency. I don't know what the psychology of the trouble, did not pay attention to his provocation, but casually picked up the hand of the mineral water bottle, began to ravage the trademark on the bottle. He finally couldn't resist and turned from opposite me to the seat next to me, laughing helplessly, "Can't you stop for a while?" I do not know if it is my illusion, I actually heard a hint of spoiled flavor.
In my little twist, time passed little by little, and the movie was about to start. To be fair, "That Crazy Little Thing Called Love" is my preferred style of film, and perhaps it was because the theater's light and room temperature were so comfortable that I actually drifted off to sleep a bit. Every time I was about to fall asleep, Mr. M would always reach out his clutches, either messing with my hair or poking me in the cheek, making it impossible to sleep peacefully, so I had to return to the movie. When the movie ended, Mr. M laughed and asked me if I understood what the movie was about, and I didn't know how to answer. The whole movie, I only remember Jiang Yang in order to ideal re-traveled the road that Ouyang Feng walked, Qianqian in order to Jiang Yang re-traveled the road that he walked, dear Mr. m, in order to love, I have also been to the city where you are, walked the road that you have walked, only we and their end is very different, can I answer you, I read our end, saw our broken once... ...
Then accompanied Mr. m to deal with some trivial matters, such as delivering food to his father, such as picking up his cousin to his grandmother's house, such as he sent me home.
Before getting out of the car, Mr. m locked the door, joking that I have to kiss him before letting me leave, but I do not know, the whole morning, I did not even look up seriously look at his courage. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
The car drove away, I still have to walk a little way to the home, in a trance, remembered the scene of our first meeting, which is also a summer, all the tension and helplessness and today as the same, then I was careful to sit in the back of his motorized car, the wind blew up the blue floral dress. The wind blew the blue floral skirt, a heart also followed the flying up.
At the beginning of that year:
"If you can smile, must call this full of camellias are all lost color."
"There is no such thing as a camellia, it is clearly a peach blossom and pear blossom!"
"If you can smile, you will make the peach blossoms and pear blossoms lose their colors."
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"If life is only the first time to see, how good it should be ......"
Life is only the first time to see the log 5Everything is primal. Innocence and goodness, even if sad, that can not hide our happiness and joy! We carry the biggest dream as a child, first met in that moment, with a slight smile, childish face can not find a trace of embarrassment.
When the first ray of sunshine of youth shines on you and me, we are destined to step on the youthful footsteps into the distance, is so firm, so eager,,, just then we do not have the youthful sorrow, no memory of looking back. Along the way, how many times the wandering and despair, just want to realize the wish earlier, but inadvertently, ignored too many good times, spring and autumn, only to suddenly find that I have long been away from their own body.
Life is only as good as the first sight! First seen in that moment, like Xu Xian held an umbrella in the West Lake met the white girl, sheer rain, fishing song accompaniment, writing a thousand years, etc. A good story! Just like Liang Shanbo holding a book of poetry in a small academy met his buddies small Zhu, read together: My fair lady, gentleman good to seek,,, in the sound of the book to achieve the perfect song of love!
Until today, I suddenly realized that I have gone so far! From the beginning of the childish teenager, to today's ignorant youth, the road over those bumps, leaving behind the footsteps of a deep and shallow, the most do not want to grow up and let their own wandering feet stranded, how much I want to be in a certain rainy day, standing under the hazy skies, so that the rain is free and easy to scrub me all the way to the drifting love,,,
If life is only the first time you see me, would not have been in the moment we met by chance, I avoided you!
Life is like this: the go, we can not stay. It's as if we came face to face from a distant place, an encounter, and then is, back to back all the way forward, eventually, more and more distant ......
Life is only as good as the first time to see the log 6That day; danggui tip embellishment, yellow flowers bloom bamboo hedge. The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you.
Since then, the end of the world, the moon people alone sad. The first time I saw this, it was a very good thing that I was so happy to see you, and I'm so happy to see you again.
That day; chat period flower **** moon, idle look at the green beads. The water dripping from the spring song poetry Confucianism, the word is also wild book, pen is also wild book.
Since then, I've been idle for a long time, and my friends are getting more and more distant. The first thing I want to do is to get the money to pay for it.
On that day, the mountain mist was warm, and the peach blossoms were in full bloom. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley.
Since then, the cold wind has invaded the skinny bones, and the frosty dew has wet the cheeks. The light of the lamp shakes the broken phoenix hairpin, thinking is also difficult to cut, read is also difficult to cut.
On that day, the red candles were in the shadows, and the jade was secretly sprinkled with silver. A cup of old wine (beautiful article reading network) apricot blossom village. The same thing is true of poetry, and rhyme.
Since then; sleep up greedy bed warm, make-up water is not warm. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
On that day, the butterfly's wings were playing in the spring dream, and the warbler's voice was crying in the willow string. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was the first time I'd ever seen a kid in the world.
Since then, the geese have been very happy with the evening of the poem, and the guests hate the residual flowers. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
On that day, the egrets flew along the long embankment, and the blue water was very small. The first time I saw this was when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night.
Since then, I've been dreaming about flowers, and I've been miserable all night. The winds of fall are blowing, and the birds are leaving their nests.
On that day, the new toad opened the jade mirror, and the soft wind sang lovingly. The moon is moving, the flowers are dancing, and the flatness is deep, the narrowness is deep.
Since then, the years have gone by, and the time has passed like a shuttle. The year's springtime dreams are few and far between, and it's hard to reconcile them with the oblique ones.
On that day, I planted red beans under the window, and planted mulberry bags in front of the court. The wind and the butterflies also cherish the flowers.
Since then, I've been working on my own, and I've been working on my own, and I've been working on my own, and I've been working on my own. The winds and the butterflies are also crying out for help.
On that day, the sun was shining in the evening, and a new toad shone in the ancient pavilion. The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
Since then, I've been drinking the night away, and I'm still saddened by it. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was a very good time for me.
On that day, I dipped my ink into a poem and spread my paper to write about spring and fall. A round of bright moon lock makeup building, the paper also wind flow, ink also wind flow.
Since then, I've been thinking about the flowers, but I don't realize that I've got a head of snow. The first time I saw this is when I was a prisoner, and it was hard for me to stay in the paper, and it was hard for me to stay in the ink.
On that day, I was singing about the phoenix in the hairpin, and I was writing about the drunkenness of the flowers. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a conversation with a friend, and the second time I was in the middle of a conversation with a friend, I was in the middle of a conversation with a friend.
Since then, the candle tears to make clear shadow, the forest cold fighting birds. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on the piano, and then you will be able to find the flute, and then you will be able to get your hands on the flute.
On that day, the wind and water were warm, and the willow was green. The sky was blue and the water was blue.
Since then, the old dream of Zhennuo has been left behind, and the red makeup is negative for the cold trousseau. The sky is also cold, the water is also cold.
This life meets, is the previous life of five hundred times to look back in exchange for rubbing shoulders. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
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At night, the breeze swept across my face, blowing my long hair. The wind is blowing around the window sill, blowing the gauze curtains. Thinking back to the warm sunshine during the day, let the wind gentle, let the willow green; let the nap dreamland poetry. At night, the wind blew, a piece of flower petals fell down in the courtyard, circling a land of thoughts; I heard the sound of moonlight dancing, the leaves are dancing, the heart is also dancing, far away from the time outside of the thoughts are also dancing; dancing flowers and leaves, brilliant as dust flowers; dancing thoughts, detained in the heart. Some memories, at this time are turned into a rain, quietly fall, gently down.
Looking back at twilight, the wind chimes of love will always ring in the depths of memory. In the life of the rotary, pick up a wave. Whether in a lucid dream, or in the beauty of the sunset. It's all written about the fate of you and me. In a previous life, we held an umbrella together, the long rainy alley for eternity. Holding the dream of the beautiful, enjoy the scenery on the other side of the shore. In this life, I pray, in a windy street corner, I met you, and then met myself.
At this time, a bend of the shallow moon poured wine fragrance, quietly guard the bright sky. In the depths of the night exudes a rare light. One of the brightest stars to lead the wind tonight; in the silver color of autumn, in the willow caress, gentle and peaceful. I would love to play a song with the lingering night; I would love to write a small poem in the company of the moonlight. Let the trailing thoughts turn into drifting leaves, so that the moonlight melts into the richness of the words, dancing and soaring in the sky.
I spread out those who have been the past, with a clumsy pen to write our meeting in this life. Looking back: a warm you waved to me on the bank of the weeping willow, you smiled and laughed so sweetly. You took my hand to the small tree, I quietly experience the temperature of your hands; feel your warmth. Your talk and laughter, your humor, touched me y. In the blossoming peach blossom in March, we held hands in the peach forest running with laughter, chasing and playing, the sound of laughter cut through the silence of the peach forest. We strolled leisurely in the orchard in the fruity golden fall, picking bunches of grapes and savoring the fragrance, we picked golden duck pears, the sweet aroma nourished in the heart. A clear look back: the bend of the shallow moon poured with the fragrance of wine, a distant look at the water Hua Li smiling you. The words do wisteria, thoughts climb memory.
The night is already deep, people are also quiet, only the autumn cicada is still for the fate of the low song; the wind gently dance, the leaves fly, only the stars of the autumn river flows with unrepentant dreams. Push open a window, the moonlight reflects the vivid past, set into the delicate fingers, watering the text. Your warmth slides down the fingertips on the paper, dissolved in the past of ink and color. Leaving the light of the moonlight; a frank tenderness and gentleness exudes the aroma of the years; your generosity, your frankness recalled in the heart, fell y imprinted. Floating down on the paper dotted with spots.
May life be as good as the first sight, no past events in a hurry, only the remaining glimpses of the flavor, a glance, has been 10,000 years. As the first time, you and my eyes meet in a moment, without words, has been forever. This life meets, is the previous life five hundred times to look back in exchange for shoulder rubbing. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it in a few minutes.
Our encounter with each other is like a piece of heavenly music in the ear, a song of the voice of the heart in the heart of the sea drifting. The first time I saw you, I saw you, and I was so happy to see you, I was so happy to see you, I was so happy to see you, I was so happy to see you. Happy flow in the bottom of the heart, smile written on the face. At this time, in my heart wandering a kind of warmth. The moon trembles in the tip of the heart and every star is engraved into that fate of you and me.
Every time I read Nalan Rongruo's poem, there is always a very bleak feeling, if life is only like the first time, this is the first time, but it seems to be like a world apart, as if they just met yesterday, and today it is already a sea of change. Rolling years, after all, can not stay in the past, engraved in the heart of the mark, perhaps with time gradually forgotten, no matter who first turned away, is not it, can not hate not to complain?
A person's life, how many encounters will experience, can produce **** Ming companion to the old and a few people. When we first met, like a flower blossom, the fragrance of the moment, stunning the years, and then, the wind and rain, time wasted, the thin attachment, also with the falling flowers into the water, and never see, is the years changed my face, or the experience of wearing your passion. Once the vow, with the wind scattered, lonely branches, leaving a desolate, in the end who is negative who, who can the promise carved in the stone of three lives?
Time will not be reversed, no matter how beautiful memories, but also yellow pages on a touch of shadow, read again and again, turn again and again, and can not find the warmth of the past. The reason why we can't forget the past is not to give up that rare love affair, both met and fell in love, how can a fickle heart kill all the memories and the past. Instead of losing and deploring, why not cherish when you have, complement each other, even if the years have changed the face, but also count the wrinkles in the corners of each other's eyes, and accompany each other to the end of their lives.
Perhaps life will not treat us well, following the footprints of the past life, to find that belongs to us a love affair, but because of the world, the world of disturbance, two tired souls can not withstand the baptism of the years, and each departed from the original direction. Hobbling steps, tears of attachment, soaked the heart of the wilderness, the seeds of longing, grow into a vine, cold night, guarding a lonely window, salvage the memories, alone to taste.
Nalan Rongruo believe in Buddhism, deep understanding of Zen, know how to have when you cherish, the edge of the time to see through. Some reasoning, everyone understands, but to do, is not easy. In the red dust, every day is staged a scene of sadness and happiness, we are both the audience, but also the actor, watching other people's drama tears, caught in their own mud pond can not go. Flowers blossom and fall, a few degrees of spring and fall, the beautiful scenery, when the change, just, that heart, thrown in last night's dream, can not be recovered, but also cut constantly. Who can not put once love, waved into the wind light clouds.
If you love, please love, such as not love, please leave, do not use the first sight of the good, cover up the heart of boredom; do not use the tears of memory, wet tomorrow's sky. What you can't get, may not be the best, lost, buried in yesterday's dock. Spring flowers fall out of summer flowers will also open, autumn leaves yellow winter plum still drunk, do not force to cope with, do not bitterly retain, belonging to you, gone will also come back, does not belong to you, stay in vain trouble, look away, the next spring, perhaps, you will meet a more beautiful scenery.
Life is a person's travel, through a station, encounter a part of the love affair, every time you pass by, there is a scene of scenery, every time you stop, there is a heartbeat. Perhaps no one will accompany you to go all the way, but every peer, have been involved in your story, with a grateful heart, to face life, want to have sunshine, learn to be brilliant; want to embrace the warmth, forget the cool; want to get the good, be willing to pay; want to enjoy life, go through the wind and rain. Every day is a new beginning, every night is another end, if the beautiful in the heart resident, the first time I saw the good, will also be turned into a year round the most beautiful scenery, hanging in your window.
If life is a song, with the joy of music, with the happiness of the lyrics, do not have to deliberately seek the perfection of the tune, the rhythm of the melody, as long as they like, is suitable for their own. If someone to appreciate, willing to share with you *** with, why not extend your hand, catch that a true love, keep the first glimpse of the glimpse, remember the companionship in the pulse of warmth, strangers in the red dust, each other, any time old, my heart is still.
If life is a book, with sincerity to write, with goodness to deduce, each story, are their own experience, each epiphany, are the crystallization of wisdom, accompany you to read the book, are passers-by, accompanied by you to write, is destiny. Life in the good and bad, are smiling to take, life in the mountains and waters, are together pro experience, hold the hand, do not let go, abandon the edge, let him go. Every time we meet, as the last time in life to cherish, every separation, as a small test, if the spring flowers fall, the branch still stays on that a touch of watchful eyes, open your arms to meet the happiness that belongs to you, hand in hand, together towards tomorrow.
The prosperity of three thousand, but also can not withstand the flow of the years, the dream fell into the red dust, and eventually became a touch of smoke, the heart has a thousand knots, the wine to talk about the vicissitudes of life, if life is only like the first time to see, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan.