2, don't look at a minute and a second slowly on the clock went round and round, time a go no return. Just like the water flowing away, can flow back? It can't stay, only let the diligent people with it to catch up. If one day, the minutes and seconds on the clock turn backwards, flowing away from the river flows backwards, young friends, please hurry to take up the knowledge of the bag, accompanied by the time to rush, rush.
3, the dust of the years is full of too much sadness, the April sunshine to the disheveled figure pulled a long time, the long silk witness encounter love affair, time and time again mercilessly broken line, the lonely city under the wisp of expectation, messing with the face of my vicissitudes of the face, the pain of the face of your infatuation.
4, the road ahead is still very far, doomed us to drift, countless times to find their own side of the paradise, want to put their own soul stranded, bumpy not afraid of, thorns and thistles are not afraid of, just don't know how far away from the goal of the dream.
5, the age of the haggard face, less tender then, more a point of perseverance. I don't know when, the heart more than a fountain of sadness, constantly irrigating the dry memory, full of joy and sadness in the past.
6, the darkness of the bleakness may be because of the short-lived beauty of waiting for the shooting star, and lonely me in the end is waiting for what? What is love? Really uncertain, really doubtful! Hurt, pain, tired, strong heart but still hope that the distant happiness, but this time, I lost very thoroughly!
7. What kind of feeling is this? Let all the pure imagination, become pure and clean; four scattered wings, led to the summit. I do not dare to imagine, more dare not hope to make all the memories become eternal, so that the fingertips slip through the vicissitudes of the years.
8, if there is a destiny in the past life, I would like every song of heavenly music sound vibration geese fall sadness my strings, waiting for you to and. If there is a dream in this life, I would like to devoutly make a wish for you, your one world peace is my warmest in this life, your language and smile is my biggest wish. I only wish you *** to go to this world of meeting, in your water tenderness, step by step, heart, rhinoceros buckle, in the years of water, companion old age.
9, from the beginning of life, see the first ray of sunshine, you have been beside me, and I grew up together, together with the sweet and sour experience of life, sometimes decadent, sometimes sad, you are silent pat my shoulders; sometimes happy, sometimes happy, you will be flying along with my hands dance.
10, your little by little are thumping my heart; and my cry my laugh, my every move are indifferent to let you ignore.
11, floor-to-ceiling windows, the window, sprinkled with a bright, window, flourished with a full of verdure, curtains on the tassels, fluttering, the most beautiful at this moment. At this time, just fine experience, the most true and beautiful at the secluded place.
12, childhood, naive me, or so reckless, do not understand, like a carefree bird. Now, grown up, unlike once, at this time, I just realized, but time has passed, like a drop of water on the tip of a needle into the sea, my youth stay in time, a shake nothing. I can't help but weep.
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14, cool slowly wet my memories, the face of the little girl, the twilight of the girl buried flowers, the habit of words to fill the blank of the mind of the woman, now, has been difficult to find.
15, grandfather retired for two years, thin and thin frame, a face of fishnet lines. Gray hair on top of his head, as if wearing a small felt hat. Smile up chin chin high up, because there are no teeth in the mouth, lips y deflated into.
16, that is an old man over half a hundred years old, a weathered face, two deep-set eyes, deep and bright, looks very God; hair is very but very neat.
17, in one after another thousands of days, what in the world can I do? I'm afraid there's only hurrying through the days. The past days like a thin fog, blown away by the wind, by the rain damp, that youth has left me what trace? The years of wiping marks it.
18, her face loving vicissitudes of life, young black hair has been as harsh as the first snowfall in winter, like the first frost in the fall. Roots of silver hair, half-covered, hidden. Face strip wrinkles, as if a wave of past events.
19, the years awakened in the yellowed photos, how many years to weave how many wrinkles, the hardships of entrepreneurship, the struggle of youth, life's toil, you as a number of family treasures and dumped on me, that is, you have no one to share the loneliness but proud.
20, once alone in the wilderness, let the tears banished, lonely thoughts stained pain in the brow bone, who has been in who love poison? 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.
21, that time hourglass slowly the future a little bit of wind erosion into memories, and so on, when the candles, only full of memory that ** clear water, until in the hands of the loss of exhaustion, waiting to fall into the endless darkness.
22, once the oath of alliance, each sentence is a lingering sentimental! Some people love is so dry, broken heart never humble, the silence into a lost heart orchid! Although you and I from now on no longer back to the Commission flavor, but also the world's last tear! In the most beautiful way, continue to heartbreak!
23, time passed, hurriedly passed. Gone so shadowless, like the dewdrops on the lotus leaves, slipped into the water in the moment, so fast and so dry. Day and month like a shuttle, youth, why, erase my years, but only left a scar?
24, the Zen room is spotless, a cup of light tea from hot to cold. Pope, wooden fish, scripture, tells the loneliness of the Buddha, but also see through the red dust of the ethereal calm. Listening to the sound of Brahma, looking at the clock engraved with Sanskrit, the heart is unknowingly infected, become clear, serene. I think I must have been a speck of dust in the Buddha's hall in my previous life, listening to the sound of Brahma every day, listening to the Buddha's teachings. The heart is Bodhi, suffering from the pain of the world, can still smile like the beginning.
25, what is the most true? I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it. 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 then you can get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. A pure me, a sorrowful me, is the truest self.
26, at this moment do not want to talk, just want to shed tears. Looking at those words, recalled once those memory fragments, at this time; as if hearing the sound of their own heartbreak.
27, the Buddha said, nothing outside the heart, is to give up is to seek, only in your thoughts. Perhaps, eager to pursue the last to make themselves physically and mentally exhausted, perhaps attacked in the heart of the final to make themselves secular mediocrity.
28, I want to raise a cup to invite the moon, the wine song, life geometry? The road of life is short and long, the red dust trifles a thousand helpless, who can see through the red dust, who can cross the world, who can be fast and furious, why not go their own way, no matter how bumpy, no matter how the wind and rain, write the joys and sorrows of life.
29, messy rainstorms beat the lime wall, too intense, the sound, as if and the sound of my heart breaking exactly the same, too familiar. The pounding raindrops, accompanied by vocal sighs, soaked my heart, I thought, since it came, it came more violently, to wash away my humble heart.
30, the pen tip of the broken words, written full of heart. Feeling with you together with the dribs and drabs, those happy face, only in the phantom of all the vicissitudes of the years, quiet nostalgia.
31, time passes inadvertently, turn over the old notes, the words are full of deep meaning interlaced. As if back to that once experienced the wind and rain, bumps and bruises to go, the old memories are still the same, just a few points less melancholy, a few points of prosperity, more than a few points of vicissitudes.
32, gully flowing through the river of years, turning yellow skin on the sunset, he had witnessed how many glorious years, by how many watery years?
33, the old man's hand every finger is not straight, inside and outside are callus skin, the whole look really like a small rake made of twigs.
34, life, those only remaining beautiful gradually disappeared, I want to hold on to everything in the past, but found that the tighter the grip, go faster. I was at the corner of the years, lost in tears, to the left and right, has dazzled my thinking.
35, too late to erase the sorrow of autumn, lonely snowflakes and patting my bleak. Perhaps the years are too hasty, decades of time like an arrow, instantly become the past. It's too late to say goodbye, can't think back, the road to the past is long, the road to the future is vast?
36, determined to leave you, indifferent to not see my regret, my penitent heart. Sadness does not leave room for me to repent more, have not been able to stay you, can not stay our earth-shaking love.
37, time is passing, never stop; everything is renewed, and we are growing. The years are so fair, never give more than one second, on the contrary will not give anyone less than one second. Everyone will be by the passage of time and experience the most important transition in life, such as: from childish to mature, from impulsive to calm, there is innocence to the heart of the prudent.
38, for the life-threatening patients, time is precious life; for people in business, time is wealth, some people say that time is like water from the hillside left behind from where the wind blows, gone and no longer come back; and for the students who are reading, time is power, time is knowledge. Cherish time is half of good knowledge.
39, for the life-threatening patients, time is a precious life; for people in business, time is wealth, some people say that time is like water left from the hillside, where the wind blew from, gone and no longer come back; and for students who are reading, time is power, time is knowledge. Cherish time is half of good knowledge.
40, know that the years will end up old, and I stand in the tail tip of youth quietly looking out, looking forward to the wind smile, looking forward to this heart warm to the old. Look at the fading years in the fingertips slip through, still understand, I met with more than youth.
41, the rain outside the window is still falling, my tears have never stopped. A question flashed in my mind, if you say goodbye, is it really forever gone? Don't dare to think about the ending, because so afraid to never see again?
42, wind and sunshine, the sky wanders a few glazed. Looking at the clouds that a touch of light blue, as if a thousand years of sorrow dissipated in an instant, ten thousand years of loneliness stained with color.
43, the old witch has an eagle hook nose, a long chin, like two hooks almost pasted together. The greasy hair is half white and half black. The whole day tightly wrapped in a heavy black cloak, as if a man in a set.
44, time is invisible and can not be touched, just when you do not pay attention, it has quietly and you pass by, maybe you wait, but, what can you do? You still have to think about it. So we have to cherish time, love time.
45, I think, this is not too unfair, you put others to give you the vicissitudes of painting my face, and I precipitated sorrow, but not half a ghost.
46, not far from me on the edge of the garden, squatting an old farmer, his weather-beaten face, covered with deep wrinkles, two small eyes a little cloudy, his hands, a small thin fan so big, each finger is so thick that it seems to bend over, the skin is wrinkled, a little bit like bark.
47, see through, the heart is quiet, lock part of the quiet, will be buried there, let the window lights, grass grows, so that the tired heart, quietly perched in the water surplus, cast off the world tired.
48, the dust of the past, such as smoke, such as a dream, want to think about the edge of shallow, why deep love. The mark engraved in the time, witnessed the regret once.
49, Santiago thin and emaciated, the back of the neck is full of wrinkles, face with pimples, but his eyes as blue as the sea, no frustration color.
50, in fact, this is not bad, when you hear the sadness, you can find yourself a reason to cry, hear the heartache can also follow the hum venting of the heart of the inexplicable depression.
51, July of the willow tree grows more and more lush, rich green cover the sky outside the window, and all or happy or sad memories are like a rich green buried in the depths of memory, this horrible green blocked the sun, the sky, leaving only in the lonely waiting for me?
52, life is an endless drift. In the face of the life of those who can't catch up with the accident, sudden injury, disaster from the sky, I believe that as long as there is love, there is enough courage to withstand all the storms in life, everything will become easy and relieved?
53, think about their own situation now, I really good confused, do not want to find any excuse for themselves to cover their own haggard heart! Broken their own retreat, ruthlessly rejected this false love.
54, when the last rose of summer, open in the empty room lonely wine glass! I know it will eventually wither, just like our stay love a go!
55, this is a kind old man, hair combed very seriously, without a trace of mess. But that a silver wire general white hair is still clearly visible in the black hair. Slightly sunken eye sockets, a pair of dark brown eyes, quietly telling the vicissitudes of the years.
56, the passing of the years, out of a wisp of clear water, out of a burst of fragrance; teeth and months of the year, only the pale face, helplessly waiting; memories of quicksand, who can not see his figure, who can not hear his footsteps, everything is carried out in the passing of the passing, in the passing of the outbreak.
57, open full face of the late fall, I can unload a weary, alone on the journey. While the late fall is not late, I accompanied by sparse rain, light railroad tracks, I am waiting at the window, look at the windows of the scene change, phantom bizarre mang, woven into a stream of light, popping down my heart Mengmeng salty Egypt? The only thing I can do is wait. Late fall. Sparse rain. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.
58, Grandma's hair is naturally curly, looks really beautiful; kind eyes are always smiling, speak and crisp and good.
59, I suddenly found myself so confused, in this complex city, completely lost direction. The mind surfaced those on the dust and distant. The picture of the time and space, that a familiar face and smiling face. It became clearer and clearer. When the first ray of sunlight in the morning flashed across the eyes, everything was like floating clouds. Once again, the wind passes away. A flower a world,
60, passing years, passing myths, these Xu is the earth is God's will, the gentle universe, what can I this small planet? Only in the passing waiting for new miracles.
61, time passed, hurriedly passed. Gone so shadowless, like the dewdrops on the lotus leaves, slipped into the water in the moment, so fast, so dry. Day and month like a shuttle, youth, why, erase my years, but only left a scar?
62, persistent life in front of the Buddha sitting into the lotus touch, rhythmic love thoughts light up the heart of the candlelight of the unending. Through the snowflakes, I feel the echo of the warm moist airflow, perhaps beautiful flowers are ahead! Let the primitive ** expansion, with the language of poetry to brighten the other side of the joyful face, drunken state of beauty, in the corner of the years, quietly bloom!
63, memory with the poetic strings picking the heart, long dragged the tired body and mind in waiting, that long years floating lost vicissitudes.
64, a handful of seawater, moist eyes, the wind rolled a thousand piles of snow, laughing at the falling flowers, all the past, are in the bank at the transformation of the years of watery fragrance; Na a bosom deep, refreshing the heart, those who lingered in the bosom of the depression, are in the silent interpretation of the clouds rolled.
65, when the summer lost the fire of enthusiasm, to meet it only the melancholy of the autumn wind, and then the luxuriant branches can not save the falling leaves of the drift. When the harsh winter comes, I do not know how to comfort that hidden heartache.
66, in the life of the first year of the end of the year, sadness and joy, quarrel and good, cold war sweet, are your story. Mutually supportive interpretation of true love, it turns out that a lifetime is as fast as a white horse passes.
67, the red dust past, the edge of shallow love long, do not shed tears for me, intoxicated for me, do not break my heart for me, sad for me, I will wait for you in your old age, until the old where can not go, I will say to you: life with you, and then more cold is also warm.
68, youth passes so fast, even if the chase can not catch up. Sometimes, from the morning get up to sleep at night, you will feel the time flow so fast, in the end who stole our youth, or we drive away? No one will ever know. A come without a shadow to go without a trace of invisible people will be so easy for you to see?
69, he was short and stumpy, chubby face, red tea-colored shiny forehead below, two curved eyebrows, a pair of long thin eyes, that face is like a Maitreya Buddha.
70, a year and a year, a few precipitation, a few feelings, there are a few warm, there are a few cool, are inadvertently, some people, some things are inadvertently? The first thing you need to do is to get used to the idea that you're not going to be able to get away with it.
71, the love of poetry, painted in the palm of the hand; half of the bright, hanging on the eyebrows; half of the sadness, hidden in the heart. In the hand, in the eyebrow, in the heart, from the outside to the inside, shaping an unadulterated, real me.
72, years, for people, is the same people can not catch things. However, it is such a thing that makes people cherish their time more. If the years can give each person wishes. I hope that the years can be reversed.
73, in the blink of an eye, a year of long years has been as the hand grasping the sand, silent loss. However, the loss of sand, you can grasp a hand; flowers withered, can wait for the coming spring to bloom again; childhood passes, but can never turn back to come back.
74, flowers blossom and fall, but a distance, sadness and happiness, but also just time in the quicksand, hold, will cherish; scattered, will no longer go to mess with.
75, these two shoulders are quite strange, people are very old, but the shoulders are still very strong, the neck is still very strong, and when the old man fell asleep, the head drooped forward, the wrinkles are not too obvious.
76, habit is something that can be addictive, and perhaps that's exactly what I am. Used to sadness, used to waiting, used to all the once used to everything.
77, I think the future will not shed too many tears, even if crying I will bring a smile! To face everything.
78, time passes too quickly, so that people do not know what to do, had to look at that once felt good to daze, trying to recall the previous days, but the capacity of memory is limited, and then how to recall, can not think of a trace. At this time, you and quietly away, let me feel bewildered, how can I keep you?
79, my grandmother is already more than seventy years old. Head covered with silver hair, head lines and eye lines are very heavy. She usually always wears a blue blouse and black pants. Grandma's hair is naturally curly and looks mid-true beautiful; her kind eyes are always smiling, and she speaks crisply and nicely.
80, too many people, too many things, the most important people in my life one by one on stage, gave me too much too much, and then one by one to leave, life is so, cruel and realistic, how much talent will not be lost in the life of the intersection, talent will take your blessings step by step, I go forward.
81, perhaps, the sky is the most beautiful time is not when the red sunset, but the clear sky of the kind of far away; perhaps, the sea is not the most vast time of the waves rows out, but the wind and waves when the water and the sky is even a faraway; perhaps, the most beautiful flowers are not full of mountain red.
82, the old man stored a handful of short and hard eight beard, a pair of brown eyes deep in the eye sockets, a long head of disheveled gray hair.
83, time flows away, even if you how to catch up with his footsteps, he has been relentless, you will be discarded in the cycle of the years. Walked through the spring and summer, stepped into the fall and winter, you said life is nearly the end, yellow earth in the counting days. People are old, memories invade silently, whisking through a cool wind, itchy, disturbing the calm sea of the heart, the memory will be unstoppable spread to go.
84, the passage of years, those who have been in the past, whether it still remember it, now the sadness and the road traveled, feelings and career under the impact, will fade with the years, the volume of time due to the years and become fuzzy, always can not withstand the test of time.
85, in fact, I also desire to have a good mood, so that they step lightly up, forget the wheel of the years so that they are also bright smile, but life can not be set in stone, hope and disappointment are always intertwined, occasionally, also want to find some kind of new breakthrough, but it is struggling to find a new self.
86, friends, we are growing, can not be nostalgic for the past. As the Russian poet Pushkin said: ? And that which is past will become affectionate nostalgia! Friends! Remember! The years are passing and we are growing!
87, facing the sea, spring flowers, give their hearts a harbor, Sheng Feng Sheng rain Sheng laughter; to give their hearts a blue, searching, meditation and light line.
88, know how to feel, open your heart at the right time, so that the heart of the sunshine of the long-lost, generous bathing in the dazzling piece of, let the wind blow, let the rain hit, uphold a pious, in the secluded, worship all over the fragrant flowers full of path.
89, day life in the busy want to keep you, but do not know what they are doing. You still walk pull, without a trace of hesitation. The second hand little by little, a week past, a month past, a year past! I seem to have done nothing! Only helpless = ground sighing. Looking out the window at the fading drizzle, trying to get a hint of comfort.
90, tears salty night loneliness, the soul wanders in the dream of the barren, the autumn is always thinking of the pain of the falling English, the ice and snow frozen the initial happiness.
91, the merciless old man of time is like a cold wind, blowing away the new gas of everything, but as long as you hurry to accompany it to catch up, to the old will have nothing to regret.