Wandering with dreams Sentence
1. Walking in the rhythm of the wind, wandering around the misty life post station, watching people come and go, and the traffic is gone with the wind. Hurried steps, trying to knock open the shell of the dazzling and cold world bit by bit. The wind rises and falls, the flowers bloom and fade, and the heart lamp of the dream is clearly extinguished. When I look up, I am still at a loss. When the autumn wind blows, the soul that has been tired for a long time is once again exiled on the journey of wandering.
2. Under the lamp, with a light brush and pen, time has become eternity in my pen. The heart swims in beautiful and moving stories, and smiles in light singing and dancing. Time flies, half melancholy, half happy. Outside the window of the veranda, there are countless words; In front of the porch steps, I can't get enough of the flowers. I like to wander with my heart in my own time, forget the chaos of the world, and have a clear body and mind ...
3. Young time is slowly passing through my fingertips. We are no longer ignorant teenagers at the beginning, but our shyness in the past has been gradually replaced by maturity, and our playful face has long been replaced by a calm smile. Several degrees of spring and autumn, several degrees of sunset red. Time engraves the annual rings of the years on the face, embarks on the wandering journey, and joins hands with the moon and the starry sky, which is the home of the wanderer.
4. Life is like a vagrant with no end. We walk around with heavy bags. All the way over the mountains and mountains, passing through Qian Shan Wanshui, weather-beaten, rainy and snowy. In the process of traveling, I suddenly realized that my luggage was too much and too heavy. I feel that some unnecessary equipment can be unloaded or even discarded.
5. There are too many thoughts in my heart and too many wandering roads. Why can't I see your figure? You are clearly reflected in my dream, but what I see when I open my eyes is nothing but desolation. Today, in March, Xiao Suo's flowers have blossomed on the former roadside, and the lonely geese who are alone have also found their partners. Everything is floating in the spring, and I am gradually thinning my dreams in time and my face.
6. The years are like songs and water, and everything will fade in the waiting. Looking back, I am speechless. The loneliness after turning around is endless and boundless. The tide rises and falls, and it cannot be accompanied by flowers and flowers. In this season of everything falling, I will seal my heart with love. Let the occasional wandering at a loss gradually let go. We can't change everything, and who has seen the world change for whom?
7. If you don't think about it, it may not mean that you don't look back. You disguise yourself carefully. A word, a name, will put pen to paper and become a wound. In the lingering days, Stray Kids will squat in the corner and lick the wound. Seemingly ignorant years, who can deceive who, who is willing to be deceived by whom.
8. Men who want to wander are often more reliable ... In the morning, on the elevated road, they don't look at their mobile phones or read WeChat, the music is melodious, and their backs are numb. Every moment, they always want to turn right with the lights on, so they just drive to the expressway, don't ask about the destination, and never look back ...
9. You and I think you should be like a wild gardenia that is completely exhausted in winter by the swamp. I'd rather you die in the gentle white covered with alleys. You can wander far away with some backpacker's cheap sneakers. Wandering and dreaming in another world with the ankle of wild cat plum blossom.
1. It won't be long before you and I leave each other, because we haven't forgotten our hearts. Perhaps years of affection have already been rooted in our hearts. If we uproot it at once, we may hurt that soft land. I don't know how long you're going to stay there. Maybe it's fast, maybe it's slow. I'm not strong enough to forget myself, so I can only let it wander freely.
11. Don't ask, for whom the flowers are enchanting, the butterflies are wandering, the breeze is wandering, the white clouds are flowing, the sunset is attractive, the stars are shining, and the moon is lingering. Really don't ask, there are 1, whys allowed in this world, but we have to learn to accept that many problems actually don't exist.
12. I want to wander alone, see the scenery all the way, put the stories on the way into my pocket, watch other people's stories in a strange city, or, because of a city, I like life at a certain time ... When I am old, the scenery of that city will all sleep in my memory.
13. In this era, everyone is talking loudly, and everyone is racing against time. We reached the height with the fastest speed, but we also lost our attitude in an instant. But never forget the determination when you set out, be the brave wanderer without hesitation, and let everyone who wants to play themselves enjoy themselves. You asked me what this era needs, to be quiet when others are noisy and to speak when everyone is quiet. No noise, no sound.
14. Youth is so beautiful, mountains and water can be together in pairs, and the day and the month can be irrelevant, but the city that once promised the end of time is getting thinner and thinner in the drizzle. Life is too short, youth is too hasty, and my determined heart won't let me give up halfway. I got up and prepared to wander, but at the moment, my memories are missing some lasting appeal that years should have. I am slowly moving towards maturity and vicissitudes.
15. Life is like a vagrant with no end. We walk around with heavy bags. All the way over the mountains and mountains, passing through Qian Shan, weather-beaten, rainy and snowy. In the process of traveling, I suddenly realized that my luggage was too much and too heavy. I feel that some unnecessary equipment can be unloaded or even discarded. Continue the journey, and then, at the next stop, I still feel overwhelmed and my bags are still heavy.
16. Every star in the moonlight turns into an unpredictable loneliness, as if endless sadness can't be forgiven. Who punished this light color and let them wander here one by one, lost in this world with direction and no direction? Like a spirit without prayer, it cannot be forgiven at night.
17. When the flower falls into youth, if you can't hold it with your hands, watch her dance in the water. It doesn't need to be touching or beautiful, just follow your own wishes and be happy. Welcome, let her wander outside your world.
18. I am eager to wander and like to wander. I dreamed of walking alone in a distant foreign land in the night, counting the fishing fires by the river one by one, and standing on the streets of a distant foreign land, and a cold night wind gradually penetrated my body and mind. I once dreamed of sitting by the sea at night and feeling the tender waves. Wandering hearts are like the fluttering leaves, telling their thousand-year wishes in the breeze.
19. Nowadays, much has changed. I have learned to bear, learn to read silently. Back, imaging in the eyes. Voice, lingering in the ear. The residual temperature is gone, I wander alone. Accustomed to life without you, accustomed to being alone. In fact, I just dare not touch your memory.
2. The next ferry crossing in the world of mortals, a lonely heart, is intertwined with memories. That acacia is still singing the lowest poison for whom. Who is who can't penetrate Zen? Who is the world of mortals who can't guess? How many floors have been broken in the pagoda? Where should I put my wandering heart? Who still has the tears of yesterday in the corner of his eyes? In the depths of the nightmare, who will put acacia lightly and sing low, causing acacia heartbroken. Who pity?
21. Reaching out can touch the temperature of the sun, but it can't catch the lost years; Looking back, I can meet a deep smile, but I can't leave the fate of brushing my shoulders; Edge ink can feel the sadness of words, but can't keep the suffering of acacia; Pond flowers can listen to the blank space of time, but can't smell their own fragrance; Vagrancy can be a temporary passion, but it can't get the love of life; Simple people can enjoy the shallow years, but they have unforgettable memories.
22. Sometimes, I fantasized about wandering in the vast sea with a boat. Looking for the lighthouse in the dream in the wind and rain. But suddenly I feel that I have lost my direction and forgotten the route. I used to be reserved, but now I am where I am. The surge of the heart with the waves swings out the wounds condensed in the depths of the heart. Pink and scarlet have been washed away from their original fancy clothes. I, as always, drift.
23, spring, summer, autumn and winter, reciprocating cycle, like annual rings, across us season by season; It is cold in late autumn, and the autumn rain is slightly blue, and the sincerity of the rain is like a mountain spring, which makes you dizzy. A wandering wind, falling in love with flying flowers all over the sky, going over and wandering. Far away, the dream-seeking horizon has trapped travelers, and the days have cooled people's minds.
24. Living means being yourself and not being a tramp. The true meaning of life is to carefully build a "home of the soul" and go all out to create a "comfortable" space-time environment! If you are tired, take a rest; If you are bored, just relax. No one can replace your worries, just as no one can share your happiness. As long as everything goes with the flow, some things are better not to be forced too much.
25. Money erodes people's hearts, and those scenes interpreted by money are chilling, which takes away the truest happiness, the easiest life and the purest love that should belong to people. I want to be happy, but I find that I can only wander without money. I want to say that I work hard, but I find that I am powerless. Life is helpless, people are helpless, have money to love, have no money to worship, want to say love, touch their pockets, have no choice but to turn around and leave, have no money, lose love, don't blame it, just because the reality is too helpless!
26. Love has wings, which carry us across the waters of Qian Shan and keep wandering. I like this, riding the wings of love with you and flying to the hometown of love together. It is to feel the truth that you are by my side, so that I can have hope to survive. Your tender words echoed in the air with the breeze, and we drank the nectar without sunshine in the long night.
27. Life is an exile and vagrancy; Don't waste it on repeating other people's lives; Don't be bound by dogma, don't be covered up by the noisy voices of others; You should have the courage to listen to your heart and intuition, and your heart knows what you want to be. Everything else is secondary.
28, everyone is a lonely individual, learn to be strong, learn to be brave, learn to pick up, and you can let go. Feelings will be strong and will be weak. Even if there are thousands of reluctance and reluctance, it can't stop it from leaving. If the heart has no place to live, it is wandering everywhere. Too soft a heart can't open and hurt people at will. Can only carry a hard shell and continue to wander.
29. Money erodes people's hearts, and those scenes interpreted by money are chilling, which takes away the truest happiness, the easiest life and the purest love that should belong to people. I want to be happy, but I find that I can only wander without money. I want to say that I work hard, but I find that I am powerless. Life is helpless, people are helpless, have money to love, have no money to worship, want to say love, touch their pockets, have no choice but to turn around and leave, have no money, lose love, don't blame it, just because the reality is too helpless!
3. On my way home, all I can do is try to squeeze the bus and then try to remember a memory that I can still remember. I feel like a child who lost his toy, like a stray cat walking alone in the rain, and heaven and earth can't be * * *.
31. I have a wandering heart, and I always dream of going wild one day. People in the journey, there are many missed, painful liver and intestines; There are many encounters that I can't forget. Some dreams may be exchanged for exhaustion; Some search, let it go with the wind, is not necessarily not easy. Go forward, walk through the scenery that does not belong to you, learn to collect, learn to forget, and learn to be strong.
32. Feelings often annihilate everything. I once wandered around the world for a dream. In the rhythm of displacement, I couldn't find any traces of life. Successful people say; Only by finding a clear goal can we locate life. Some people keep leaving. When the new name becomes the old name, when the old name gradually blurs, it is the end of one story and the beginning of another.
33. Time is for wandering, body is for loving, life is for forgetting, and soul is for singing. Love is like a ghost. Many people believe it, but few people see it. I met a writer's signature: maybe it seems to be probably, but it may not be. I met a GG signature: Give me a girl and I can create a nation. ?
34. Some people never know their own life and life. This kind of people think that living is just a normal state. They can't see their own hearts, and they are people who cover their own hearts. They have no understanding of life, and such people are so-called mediocrity. Because I can't see my heart, I lack the ability to feel the world, but I live in numbness. If life is a trip to the world, then this kind of person is a wandering traveler on this trip.
35. Those who haven't held hands for a long time can only hold on to the air and wander. I can't say that one person's loneliness is the fault of two people. This is the reality of helplessness, we can only learn to accept and learn to get used to it. We cried, laughed and went crazy together. The future of two people is far apart.
36. Wandering sets sail in the direction of one's telepathy. In autumn, we hold a basket of sunset and coat our mood with a thin layer of colored light. Like the evening breeze, everywhere is our direction, because there is no direction at all. We all have to work hard by ourselves.
37. Facing the sea, spring is in full bloom. Haizi writes his illusion, his pursuit of youth and his singing of life under his dream of the sun. Hot sunshine, which he took as his belief. Life is hard, he doesn't give up his creation, and his relatives are puzzled. He still insists on engraving. He was withdrawn, failed in love and accomplished nothing, but he conquered countless young people with persistent brushstrokes. Haizi once summed himself up like this: "I suffered three times: vagrancy, love and survival;" I have three kinds of happiness: poetry, the throne and the sun. " In fact, he doesn't know that his greatest happiness is to let go of his dream of literature and let her fly for a long time.
38. People with goals are running; People who have no goals are wandering because they don't know where to go. People with goals are grateful; People who have no goals are complaining because they feel that everyone owes themselves. People with goals can't sleep; People who have no goals can't sleep because they don't know what to do when they get up. People with goals have peace of mind; People who have no goals are at a loss, because there is no compass when sailing in the sea.
39. From the moment I fell in love with each other, I have been willing to cherish your love, your caress, your warmth, and your affectionate whisper, which have been lingering in my ears and accompanied me for a long time. I admit that I am happy. If I wander again, my heart will not stop wandering. I am a man, and I want to take the responsibility of being a man.
4. If the heart has no resting place, it is wandering everywhere. There are three things in life that will never come back, time, opportunity and words. Understand one thing and grow up. See one thing clearly and begin to understand. See through one thing, rationality. See through one thing, mature. See through one thing to the end. Look down on one thing and put it down.
41. If you fall in love with a flower on a star, it will be sweet to look up at the star at night. All the stars seem to be in full bloom. The process of growing up is to try to abandon these understandings. When we forget it completely, we will never find our own flower. That is why I choose to wander, because I am afraid of growing up.
42. Write down the time and wander with the footsteps of the night! Through the starry sky, through the dreamland, through the smile, the dim lights. It's hard to dream away, worrying and brooding.