Those who can't forget the past, the old man in the light of day, like a drop of light ink, fell in the years of empty declaration, dyeing open a rainy alley, or a line of poetry. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and it was a long time ago that I was in the middle of a long journey, and it was a long time ago that I was in the middle of a long journey.
Pear blossom rain cool, there are still sweet rhymes, out of a line of warm poetry; time is cool, there is still the old rain at the beginning of the meeting, about incense sleeves.
Flowers fall in the old city, there is still the son of the return, accompanied by white white; love to confluence, there is still a flower fragrance dye paper, dyeing the lapel of your clothes.
Some people, once met, will be a glance for ten thousand years; some heart, once started, will be difficult to retrieve; some love, once attached, will be the sea withered; some destiny, once intertwined, will be difficult to escape.
Wang Zengqi "human grass":
That year, the flowers are not the best, but fortunately, I met you.
That year, the flowers bloomed very well, as if it was exclusively for you.
The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you, too.
Side of the Shenxiang Pavilion, the famous flower of the city, neon dress, hibiscus tent warm, the Palace of Eternal Life, Penglai continent, than the wings of the branch of the day wish.
The moon is dissolving, flowers are silent, idle sadness, speechless east wind, looking through his full of autumn water, knit loss of his light spring mountains.
The good times, the pleasures of the heart, such as flowers and beautiful people, like water flowing years, surprised to find that the love is not dew, the original only because it has been into the bone.
The pear blossom like snow, spring in the Qinhuai, when the powder, where the pianoforte, Qingxi all Xinyi tree, less than the east wind peach and plum flowers.
I engraved several decades of time, the wind flow scattered. You are looking at the wind and the moon, and you can't help but throw away your reputation. 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'll be able to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.
The lonely spring depths, the flowers bloom, a wisp of wind, waking up a mountain; gargoyles pillow flow, light hunting, a traveler waking up a piece of the wind; peach blossom face, the money, a sentence of love, waking up a lifetime of fragrance.
The best deep love, not a glance for ten thousand years, this heart as a return, not to hold his hand, with his son to carry the old. It is not the love of the bone, life and death.
The best deep love, it is the fate of grinding my edges, light devouring my fresh clothes, in those wretched time and far away, not trapped, not lost, not covered in the dust, not flow in the world.
The best deep love, is you and me, walked through the sea of time, tasted the years of sadness and joy, waded through the prosperity, have seen the fireworks, there has been a water light floating expectations, there has been the grace of the flowering branches.
We still want to, stable and comfortable, back to the willow green ordinary time, back to a porridge and a meal of simple daily life, in a handful of firewood, give birth to the warmth of the human fire, in an old lamp, hand holding the unusual years of the red dust.
The best deep love is the snow between the hair, fingers old, still warm inside, turn a page of past events, turn the first acquaintance in the center of the water, read in the heart, all is the white dew for the frost of the simple time.
A love, if precious, has been enough to feel in the heart, they do not want more, and even do not want to get; if humble, they will be lowered to each other, how to be satisfied, but also to get comfortable.
A love, if thick, must be thick in just right, thick in not too much, but also thick in each other's wishes; if light, must be light to have a clear happy, not sad, not sad, is the heart of the only, the only bottom color.
Who holds an umbrella, through the sentimental rainy season, stepped through the time of the waterfront, plunged into the long rainy alley, looking for a fall into the dust of the old dream?
Who rode a flat boat, paddling through the cool moonlight, swinging away from the frosty sky like water, in the hasty passing of the Chinese New Year, salvage a section of the failed years.
I like to carry wine in the ten miles of the lake, like in the dusk of the rain nostalgia, like in the three inches of time to look at each other, as if everything can start again, as if the heart flower bloomed in the eyebrow.
Like people, flowers is a thought, flowers is a fool; like the story, is a wisp of incense, dyed in the corner of the mouth between the eyebrows, a slight smile, smile, such as a clear stream water
People life, neon song strike, play to this, there is always a string, cool and also warm; the past a burst of snow, the heart of the opening of the plum blossom.
There is always a person, is the tenderness of your low brow, is the rhyme of one of your poems, a word of bias, a section of the life of the narrator, and from now on do not shock the world, do not disturb the heart, not salty, not too fast, not too slow, slowly, quietly, accompanied by you walk through the red dust.
There is always a love, is a path in your heart, to the past, to the song, to the white clouds, deep spring, wild ponds in the fall, reed white.
There is always a deep love, is a wisp of wind, in the moonlight flowers and shadows lost, is a butterfly, the way a clump of hedges settled; is not forgetting, there will be a warm wind to come, calling is just like the language; is the reed reed, there is always a wood door knocking, send a branch of spring.
There is always a person, is a touch of new green in March, warmed the flow of years, drunk on earth; is a quiet June the water temple wind to, the night is slightly cool, the moon flower shy.
It is a falling leaves quiet beauty, eyebrow first collection, Acacia fall; is the shadow across the shallow, dark fragrance through, people empty thin.
May you be like a teenager who can chase the wind; may you be like a Zen practitioner who sits empty of years.
May you meet a person, the landscape has met, read a person, the wind over the light waves. The first thing I want to do is to make sure that you have a good understanding of the world, and that you have a good understanding of the world, and that you have a good understanding of the world.
May you choose a person, a cup of tea, a glass of wine in the evening, a cloth coat, a meal, a daily companion, a quiet number of good flowers day.