Language: articulate, fluent, and responsive, gabbling, laughing, laughing. Springtime smugness weathered and glowing spiritedness slavishness fighting spirit high and mighty
Scenery: I came to the field as if I were in a sea of green. When the wind swept by, it made waves.
The sunlight threw diamond-like shadows that dotted the "ocean". The green light reflected the mountains,
The rolling hills, handsome and upright, green as jasper trees, became the mountain decorations, set in the mountains.
The countryside is a fairy tale paradise. It has faded from the city's pomp and circumstance, and washed away the world's complexity.
Whenever the autumn wind comes, the dew becomes frost, the leaves fall off, the flowers shrink, but the chrysanthemums stand up to the wind,
Frost blossom, colorful and colorful, a thousand forms.
Falling leaves, some like a boat is traveling in the wind, some like an acrobat heeling down, some like a glider flat circling around and circling down. Autumn wind swept through the leaves have fallen, some like butterflies dancing, some like yellow warblers wings flying, there are dancers like the light Ying Ying rotating
The landscape here is beautiful, the cottage here is quiet and ancient, the forests here are green and rich, the ponds here are sparkling, the mist here lingers in the mountains, where morning and evening smoke curls up in the cottage over the mountains here. Connected to the sky, water connected to the mountains, landscape, grass, trees, ancient buildings, folk customs ...... are in the simple and natural ecological environment of the spirit.
While there are no words, it is not silent. The waterfalls that flow straight down, it is the earth crack like roar; that gurgling and flow of the brook, it is a beautiful piano voice; that bubbling and gushing springs, it is a beautiful singing throat show; that roar of the pines, it is the mountain to the protest of the raging winds; that crisp drip drip drip, it is the mountain to the record of the years gone by.
A river of autumn water, is still clear blue bottom. The two sides of the fall of the mountains, still in the curls to welcome people. The Cangjiang River, a few curves, there are a few clusters of reeds, a few curves of the village, dotted there. If you are sitting in the cabin of the ship, you only need to raise your head and you will be greeted by the red leaves of the Sapium sebiferum trees on the riverbank and the green mountains not far away from the sky. The night is cool as water, the moon is sparse, the night is cold and gloomy, the night curtain hangs low, the night is full of color, the night curtain falls, the night is dim, the night is deep, the earth is sleeping, the lights are bright, the night is dark, the night is gloomy, the night is fascinating, the night is beautiful, the night is soft, the night is long, the night is hazy, the night curtain hangs low, the night is deeper and quieter, the moon is dark and windy, the lamps are blind and the lights are dark, the night is dark, the night is hazy, the crowd is silent and the sparrows are quiet, the cold night is cold and the night is silent, the night is dark and rainy, it is quiet, the night is quiet, the night is quieter and longer, the moon is darker. The moon is hazy, the wind is clear, the night is pale, and all is quiet. forget the days that we can't stop thinking about them .
2. I know I'm not a very good record keeper, but I like to look back more than anyone else when they come to the road, I not only look back, stand, and then hand time is still under my roaring forward.
3. You give me a drop of tears, I saw all the ocean in your heart
4. If God wants to destroy a person must first make it crazy. But I've been crazy for so long, why doesn't God destroy me.
5. Those carved in the chair behind the love, will not be like flowers on the cement, bloom without the wind, lonely forest
6. In this sad and bright March, I from my thin youth horse through, through the violet cordial, through the kapok, through the sometimes hidden sadness and happiness and impermanence.
7. You laugh once, I can be happy for days; but see you cry once, I am sad for years.
8. Those who once thought that we could not forget things are forgotten in the process of our forgetting.
9. Lonely people will always remember with all their hearts every person who has appeared in his life, so I always think of you in every starry night over and over again to count my loneliness
10. Whenever I look at the sky, I don't like to talk again Whenever I talk, I don't dare to look at the sky
11. You are so lonely even when you laugh.
12. The warmth in my life is so much, I gave you all, but you left me, you told me how to smile at others later
13. There was a smile in my life, but finally dissipated like a fog, and that smile, it became a y buried in my heart a fast river, can not swim across, the sound of the river, it became my daily I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it.
14. The hustle and bustle of the world and the brightness of the world's joy and happiness, as bright as a stream, in the wind, in front of my eyes, milting and passing, warmth as springs of water, I do not have the luxury of wishing, I just want you to be happy, do not grieve `````
15. The wind blew up the broken years like a flower, and your smile shaking shake, become the most beautiful embellishments of the way of my life, to see the sky, to see the snow, to see the seasons y, to see the world, to see the world. The most beautiful thing in my life is to look at the sky, look at the snow, and look at the deep dark shadows of the seasons.
16. A person always have to walk unfamiliar road, see unfamiliar scenery, listen to unfamiliar songs, and then in a certain moment of inadvertence, you will find that the original painstakingly want to forget things really so forget.
17. Hiding in a certain time, miss a period of time palm prints; hiding in a certain place, miss a stand in the way to stand also stand in the way to go, let me hang on to the person.
18. Hold my hand and walk with your eyes closed, you won't get lost.
19. I forgot which day of which month of which year I carved a face on which wall, a smiling, sad face staring at me, we smiled and said that we are stuck in the original place of time, in fact, has long been the torrent of silent swept away
20. Some people will always be engraved in the memory of even if you forget his voice, forget his smile, forget his face, but whenever you think of him, that feeling will never change.
21. Those who used to say that they would never leave each other have already been scattered at the end of the world.
22. It turns out that the children who are involved with words are never happy, their happiness is like a playful child, wandering to the light of day, wandering to the light of day but still refuses to come back
23. You can never see me when I am the most lonely because only when you are not by my side, I am the most lonely.
24. Songs form the space, let the years come and go freely, so still protected by the person's face does not change and a huge and did not end the hate.
25. One day I will walk away from you silently, without any sound. I have missed a lot, I am always alone sad.
26. I've watched you smile, be silent, be pleased, be lost, and I've followed you to be happy and sad, only I've stood in the present and you've stayed in the past forever.
27. If we are children, we can stay in the original place of time, sitting together while listening to those stories that never grow old
28. I forgot which day of which month of which year I carved a face on which wall, a smile, sadness, staring at my face, those carved in the back of the chair of the love of the concrete floor will be like the flowers in the forest without the wind, will be like the end of the world
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29. Not every effort will be rewarded, but every reward must be hard work, which is an unfair and irreversible proposition.
30. When you really love something you realize how fragile and powerless language is. Words and feelings are always separated
31. Forgetting is our irrevocable destiny, everything is like a drawing without alignment, everything from the past can not go back to the past, so slowly extend a little bit of the wrong to come. Maybe the wrong things we really should forget
32. What do you mean by happy? It is to hide your sadness and smile at everyone.
33. The hard city does not have soft love
Life is not Lin Daiyu, not because of sadness and style
People can never see through the mirror, but I finger smoke and clouds, the world a thousand years such as my moment
34. Memory want to be poured in the palm of the water regardless of whether you spread out or hold on to the end or from the cracks of the finger drop by drop, flowing clean.
35. Who is a passer-by in the life, who is the wheel of life, the dust of the past life, the wind of this world, the soul of endless sorrow. I looked back at the road I had grown up on, day by day, I stood on the side of the road with my hands in the pockets of my windbreaker and saw countless groups of people walking past me expressionlessly, occasionally stopping to smile at me like peach blossoms. I know that these people will eventually become the warmth of my life, and when I see them, I will be reminded of the importance of never giving up.
36. This city does not have the legend of the grass grows and flies, it will always live in reality, fast drums, hurried figures, numb eyes, false smiles, and I'm being assimilated
37. Those things we thought we would never forget, in the process of our forgetfulness, was forgotten One day it will be completely different, time did not teach me anything, but taught me that I have never forgotten anything, but I have never forgotten anything, but I have never forgotten anything. The year has gone by. And the next year, it will pass like this. I don't know whether there is frustration behind the stability, or whether there is stability in the frustration. We just can't find it.
39. Going away makes things easier, people become kind, like children, and we start over.
40.A beast is wounded, it can run to a cave and hide by itself, then lick its own wounds and hold on by itself, but once it is shushed, it can't stand it
41.Wounds are like me, a stubborn child, refusing to heal, because inside is a warm and moist place for anything to grow.
42. Because I know you are a child who worries easily, I put the line in your hands but don't dare to fly too far. No matter what I fly with the wind to the clouds I hope you can see, even if I occasionally play a lost also know that you are waiting for me
43. I do not like to talk but every day to say the most words, I do not like to laugh, but always laugh non-stop, everyone around me said that my life is very happy, so I also think that I am really happy. But why do I suddenly fall silent in a large group of friends, why do I feel sad when I see a similar back in the crowd, why do I forget to speak when I see the trees dropping their leaves like crazy in autumn, why do I forget my original direction when I see the warm yellow lights on the road when the day is getting late...?
44. Youth is a bright sadness ~~~~ I did not cry, but the tears flowed down ~ ~ ~
45. I hope that one day you can and you backpacks, see the mountains have not seen, walk through the water has not been, not squandered the youth of the end of the squandered to commemorate can not be commemorated in memory of the memory of the ~~~~
Youth is a puddle of water, whether it is spread out or held tightly, can not flow through the fingers of a single. Can't flow through the thin years from the fingers ~~~~
46. I suddenly feel like a gorgeous puppet, played all the sadness and happiness, but there are always countless shiny silver threads on the back, manipulating my even a hand and a foot.
47. Memories of decaying leaves, those fresh and green have long been buried in the front of the time scale, but the overwhelming smell of decay remains at the end of the time scale. When I stubbornly put on my backpack alone to start my brand new journey, I knew that as long as only a few friends stood behind me and stared. Their eyes were as pale and distant as the setting sun, and they weighed me down. However, when we decide to go on the road alone, all the curses and all the betrayals are left behind, we can smile stubbornly, cry sadly, but still keep our feet clanging.
48. I have always been attracted by the beautiful Chinese characters in the chapters, read them over and over again, and have always felt that the Chinese characters are the most beautiful language, but not the best sounding words
49. Those things that happened in 1999, like a faded movie, the weeds have been burned by time endlessly, leaving the thin boy and the sad girl in the photographs, and no one remembers them, and no one will ask when they left, and when they will come back to us. No one will ask when they left, when they'll come back. The years are drowned in the sea of people, the songs we once sang, how many of them are left, how many of them are still open when we stand in the raging sea of people
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Time did not teach us anything, but taught me not to easily believe in a myth; and the most people worship the myth in its unbelievable place!
51. In the shadow of the lamp and the sound of the pulp, the sky is still cold, the water is still cold, and in my dream, the silk and bamboo sang softly, beyond the building, beyond the mountain, beyond the building, beyond the mountain, beyond the mountain, people have not yet returned, people have not yet returned
Goose words return, and early in the river of forgetfulness, and the person who stroked the zither, his tears are full of shirt, and Xiao Xiao Yanghua falls all over the shoulders, and falls all over the shoulders
The flute sound is cold, and the shadow of the window is still residual, and the sound of the paddles in the smoky waves, and the place is the South of the Yangtze River
52. But if you can, please make up another story to fool me, okay?
53. Happiness and happiness are so similar, but happiness is happiness?
54. You give me a drop of tears, I saw all the ocean in your heart
55. Love on the right, sympathy on the left, walking on both sides of the road of life, at any time to sow seeds, at any time to bloom, will be a long way,
decorated seasonal flowers, so that the pedestrians through the branches of the brush, stepped on the thorns, do not feel the pain, there are tears can be fallen, but also is not a sad.