2, like rain tears dash down, infinite sadness sob heart, send thoughts across the Fengdu City, Ci Rong forever in the child's chest!
3, people to the middle age, let their hearts sprinkled with sunshine. Because I always believe that the pursuit is good, indifferent is happiness.
4, dream, your shadow gently slipped from the heart, your warmth has long been gone, my world is only left with wet memories.
5, without your voice at night, I will look over the phone those short words, those sweet messages, those happy words of the heart.
6. Sometimes silence is the strongest voice of resistance! The only thing that can destroy fear is death. Fear stems from the unknown, and the unknown stems from death.
7, a sleepless night, a long wait, a taste of heartache, a pair of eyes looking forward to, just for a person.
8, laugh at every today, quietly with a light wind, in the gradual unfolding of the life scroll, we harvest is the life of the heavy and ordinary.
9, time, is a trickle of fine streams, perhaps in your unconscious time, change will pass from your heart, let those past events, gradually occupy my mind.
10, I sit alone in my own four corners of the world, quietly enjoying the peace, fingertips flowing like smoke thoughts, intoxicated in those who have not forgotten the past, as if it were a lifetime.
11, the morning and the sunset as beautiful, but will never bring the same feeling, the morning brings hope and longing, and the sunset brings people is melancholy and sentimental.
12, there is no perfect thing in the world, imperfection is actually a kind of beauty, only in the constant fight, constantly bear failure and frustration, in order to find happiness.
13, the north look at the Yellow River flows east to go, the gas macro, no colorful, but the great virtue, the Chinese children flow heart folder tears, sense of not words, difficult to say goodbye, when it is time to follow, it seems to be the love of interest is also met.
14, the wind of memory blew over all the hills, I stayed in the silence of the branches, where there is no aromatic world, there is no human warmth and cold, but it seems so empty and lonely.
15, in the endless wilderness of time, life, but a smattering of shallow imprints, step through the seasons, that is, the death of the heroes, the end of the road, a lifetime of obsessive murmuring, more to be said.
16, when you think of your bright smile under the soft arms, how many entanglements against death! After all, it is still negative you, dust that cloudy eyes look at the memory of Mu in this life only regret born on a soul.
17, some flowers are destined to follow the wind, some love is destined to follow the fate. Karma is like the wind, when it comes, no shadow, when it goes, no trace. Not long love is also come and go in a hurry.
18, remembering the past, Wang Zhaojun's sister return to the South County, Ban Jieyu's long letter to the palace lights, Dong Efei's thousands of miles of hurt city, Chen Yuanyuan's forbidden dream, Tang Wan's rain and smoke Shen Yuan, Baosi's Beacon Terrace.
19, time, is a kind of invisible loneliness, perhaps in your unintentional time, will flow from your fingertips, slowly erode your **, so that all organs are full of loss and loneliness.
20, only set off, only to reach the ideal and destination, only struggle, only to obtain brilliant success, only sowing, only harvest. Only the pursuit, will savor the hallowed man.
21, love starts with a smile and ends with a tear. Wounded, scarred, ultimately leaving traces, perhaps speechless is the best comfort, perhaps memories is the best ending.
22, but after he came, all has been moisturized by him, was changed by him. The woods carry the fragrance of early spring wood leaves, and the chill in the wind, though heavier, is peaceful and serene between heaven and earth.
23, all the way, we are familiar with the strange world, we are familiar with the strange faces, met countless people, hurry and hurry, some of them became the back of our forgetfulness, some of them became the scenery of our life.
24, time passes, flat and narrow echo, full of too many changes that are not controlled by people. In any case, we will be the past with the wind, and walk through, from yesterday's haze, see the dawn of hope.
25, sitting on the hillock, looking at the smoke, restless heart with the smoke dancing in the air, all the calculations, snobbery are in the smoke under the diffusion of the escape without a trace, the soul no longer have mercenary and hypocrisy, slowly return to peace.
26, encounter setbacks, no matter how blame others, ultimately futile. Then we can only blame ourselves for not choosing well, because at any time only blame yourself, is always the most sensible, correct attitude to life.
27, the wind in the face of willow, hanging down graceful branches caressing the lake. A few birds chirping in the branches, talking about the spring of that year's past. The past as smoke with the time has long been disappeared, only the love will be left alone on earth.
28, before the sunset, we take steps to chase the golden sun, when the evening sunshine hidden her last scenery in the sky, we have to Phi bright moonlight, run to their next end, meet the morning.
29, life is indeed short, the years are really ruthless! Short to we often forget to cherish, forget to pursue, forget to slowly taste; wait until the years to become the past, only to know the heartache, only to know the loss, only to know the ruthlessness.
30, three life meets, a world of bone, life meets, need to be born and reincarnated, we have to do is, in the limited time, nourish a different mood, only in the best years, meet the most beautiful you.
31, in this short process, there are a lot of things have been abraded face to face, whether it is visible or invisible, such as the scenery, such as matters of the heart, and the only thing that has not changed is perhaps the years left behind by the withered glory.
32, even if they are just a nameless flower, I also want to be in a quiet corner, winks uncontaminated, blossom fascinating fragrance, always bloom in elegance, with the most beautiful posture in the face of the red dust, perfume others, beautiful themselves, locking the understanding of my eyes.
33, the sky, there is a beautiful moon, the moon has a dream, the dream sings a song, although vague, but accompanied by every day of life. Always wandering alone, is the day and night, is the silence and call, is crippled and beautiful.
34, the sunlight outside the window, penetrating the fluttering of willow, fell on the corner of the glass, folding out the folds of color. I counted each deep or shallow imprints, in the memory of the barren morning wall, the past carved into words, dampened the flavor of the sun in the heart.
35, a pillow of frost with me, tonight and do good night. Even if you look through the waters of the fall, but also just repeat the thoughts day after day. Early in the morning curtain roll light frost, hand test plum makeup. The reason for this is the fact that I have a hatred of being separated from my family, so I have painted a picture of the distant mountains. 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.
36, the moon has the yin and yin, people have sadness and happiness, life has Thai changes, the year has the change of seasons, through the night, you will be able to see the dawn, suffering, you will be able to have happiness, enduring winter, you will not have to hibernate, the end of the cold, you will be able to look forward to the new spring.
37, the moon through the window, thoughts invisible. I'm thinking of the dream that I've been holding on to, and I'm thinking of the emotion that I can't get out of my head. A poem chanted in tears, talking about the heartache that can not be dispelled: thousands of miles away from the act of looking at relatives, the dream of breaking the yin and yang difficult to meet, with the wind, paper money curls of smoke, a bunch of flowers, a thousand ideas.
38, Bing Xin said: "Love in the left, sympathy in the right, walking on both sides of life, at any time to sow seeds, at any time to bloom, will be a long way, embellished with fragrant flowers, so that through the branches of the pedestrians, stepping on thorns and thistles, do not feel the pain, there are tears can fall, but is not sad."
39, classical euphemistic words pulling the vines of thought, stirring up my hundred feet of tenderness, forcing me in this disorienting moonlit night, into the long, wet paths, whispering to call on the water on one side of the good people, looking for one side of the freshly alive in the depths of the drunken dream of the rain and smoke in the Jiangnan.
40, in each other's years in a hurry. Perhaps not brought up a ripple, but the shape and shadow has been depicted, we all know and perhaps understand, so that the parting let us in more than a billion people may no longer be able to meet, but our figure to be remembered by the people.
41, Chun-chun time, through the veil of memory, see through the curtain of rain fall dream, I seem to hear a trembling sigh, gently penetrate the frozen soul, this is the decadence left behind by the youth, like the sunshine of the early winter, lingering in the evening wind slowly withered, zero fall into ash.
42, the heart of the matter as lotus, the heart is quiet as water. Driving a light boat, playing a flute, from the depths of the pond, take a lotus flower into the arms, like a red powder girl, crystal clear, pavilion, delicate and moving, like a point, love a point, pity a point, a fragrance into the heart, silk tenderness submerged in the bottom of the heart.
43, sheer rain fluctuates, green hills, as if wearing a thin white dress. Rough peaks, in the spring rain, like a ting ting country girl, bright eyes as clear as the mountain springs, crumpled rough clothes, mixed with wisps of flowers in the mountains.
44, everything in the world, are sentient, the flowers of this life may be a person in a previous life, just to find sentient passers-by to come to the earth for a walk. Kirin flowers of deep love and unwillingness to give up, let me see the love, see that attachment to each other outside the destiny, see the people and things outside the falling red.
45, at the right time to look back, find a quiet and leisurely environment to listen to the birds tell the spring past, to see the willow caress the lake. Learn to observe the beauty of nature, to listen to the voice of nature. Let go of everything just so quietly enjoy the baptism of nature.
46, the sky is so sparse, allowing birds to fly at will, looking for their own dreams, the sea is so vast, allowing fish to swim at will, exploring the boundless world. Whether it is flowers and trees, or people or animals, all have their own pursuit, perhaps, no action, just because the heart is still wandering.
47, I sat like this, in the quiet of the night to feel the quiet and silence from the wilderness. The cool wind drifted in from the window, carrying the fresh breath of the soil. I felt my own even breath in the ticking of the clock week after week; away from the hustle and bustle, this fickle city suddenly became very quiet.
48, the memory of the wind chimes, seems to be still hanging in yesterday's location, accompanied by the breeze swaying belongs to its own melody, everything remains the same, the difference is that, those years stayed in the audience, but in this inadvertent growth of a batch and batch of people, the story changed the protagonist, but the time has not changed.
49, there is a sky outside the sky, there are people on the people, indifferent, serene and far-reaching. When others take you as a leader, do not take yourself as a leader, when others do not take you as a leader, they must take themselves as a leader, the power is a moment, money is outside the body, the body is their own, to be a person is long.
50, the passing days like a piece of withered leaves and petals, fading away is the youth of pure love and romance. I don't remember how much rain has drifted across my chest and the wind has rung in my ears, and I only know that the vicissitudes of life have long since roamed into my heart and climbed onto my face. When a person walks with the pursuit, then the bumps are companions, trials and tribulations are also companions.
51, time flies, years like a shuttle. Diffuse dam river, rushing unceasingly, far-flung. And the moss-covered water mill, wearing stars, frost, snow and rain, in the years of change in the years and years of watching the Manba River as a favorite of the passing of the water, the beauty of the warm spring, light as the summer wind, quiet as the autumn, pure as snow.
52, people are so life, we can not come to this time in vain. So let's start from happy! Do what you want to do, love what you want to love. Do wrong, do not have to regret, do not complain, there is no perfect person in the world. If you fall down, get up and start again. How can we see the rainbow without the storm, I believe the next time will walk more stable.
53, although you are still just a tender seedling. However, as long as the tenacity, will eventually become a tree; although you are now just a trickle, but as long as the perseverance, will eventually embrace the sea; although you are now just an eagle, but as long as the heart of the faraway, after a few falls, will ultimately occupy the blue sky.
54, people are emotional animals, there are seven feelings and six desires, can not be long repressed in the bottom of the heart, appearing in the outside, not only expression, language, action, etc., joy or sadness, crying and laughing, tears in the eye sockets, water like flow, drop by drop is the world of emotions. This world is true and false, there are calls and traps.
55, April, flowers, willow branches graceful, blue water to pass love, mountains stacked green, everywhere Fangfei dipping. April, thoughts such as the wind, the spring of the full swept, beautiful season will be with a faint sadness. Thoughts in April in the spring light to grow lush, beating with my heartache can not be peeled off - that is the deep nostalgia for the mother.
56, the stream in front of the old house, do not dare to slow down. The east side of the fish maw white still, the attentive stream sings a song. The song, filled with so much happiness, joy and poetry. Sunset is a warm and beautiful? Yung master, she made the stream's pretty? face smeared pink red, small fish and shrimp in the brook's chest, indulge in pampering.
57, it is said that June is a turn of life, it ended a youthful era, opened a dream of growth. And I, precisely nostalgic in this many years later in June, the mind transparent, staged sadness and joy unintentionally, just quietly look back, those who had appeared in the dream of blossoming and falling, everything is so real, as if it were yesterday.
58, the nature of the blossom, bloom overnight, leaving people endless memories, square incense and eternal intoxication; meteors and fireworks, even if the sky's a hasty passer-by, still put the beauty of the bloom; grass in the experience of the "wildfire inexhaustible, the spring breeze blowing again," is still displaying the tenacity, to the world to declare that The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
59, charming summer, is our bare? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it. Shallow clear water is the side of our boys naked swimming natural swimming pool. Splash is the pearl, ripples like the full moon. Childhood laughter ah! It was already rubbed in the waves. By the time the lotus flowers were standing, we were head over heels with huge? Large lotus leaves, as a blue umbrella to cover the rain.
60, is not to be the sentence: all the beautiful moments are destined to be only a split second to calculate. Buddha said a finger ha sixty moments, in this short life, this moment in the wind and moon, and you see what, remember what. The real miss is to remember, not to repair the next life only for the road to meet with you; the real regret is to meet, but the wave is not cross the pond.
61, spring rhyme song, not the wind and rain, but can moisturize everything; not the blazing sun, but can thaw life; not the summer flowers, but can sow hope. Spring flick, like a mother's exhortation, soft and warm, ironing into our heart, where a seed is buried, moist and blowing on the vapor, injecting it with the vitality of the original impetus to flourish.
62, stepped out of the door, pattering raindrops, face to face on the human face, body, some raw pain, so that people can not help but shudder, and an autumn rain. The sky is gray, no more clear and bright, the air seems to have stopped flowing, the space between the sky and the earth, as if compressed many, many, become very close, very close, only the silk of the rain line, cold temperature.
63, age is like the seasons, hidden in the wheel of the years. The same age, some people are much older than the actual, some people are much younger. Young is a dream, old is a memory. Where are the spring flowers? Springtime is no more. All the good things are always too little, all the good time is always too short. The old in complaining about "life is short years of ruthlessness", will only add a few strands of gray hair.
64, suddenly swept over the head of a group of playful playful birds open feathers seem to be dyed gold in the golden autumn general appear eye-catching. But some of the leaves are not yellow in a golden season of green leaves is a miracle! The target is like seeing the June frost. Autumn rain falls down not big like flower needles floating. I like this kind of rain!
65, in front of the room sleeps a winter sycamore, leafy bushes, blooming beautiful flowers, layers of branches, such as six? month sesame seeds present strings of flowers. The sun generously smeared the flowers with gold color, giving people? The world? s world more pleasant and beautiful. The turquoise leaves are the home of the birds, dream, the leaves into the spring oboe, Shaanxi albatross ......
66, in the proud Lu bone peak, overlooking the mountains, the world, will always let a person have in the "infinite scenery in the dangerous peaks," the feeling of pleasure. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the mountain and see how it looks. Into the summer, under the mountain, flowers bloom, cattle and sheep into flocks, rare birds and animals, the mountains, crazy green in this side of the vast meadow wantonly spread. It was here that a living river was birthed, which the locals call the Manba River.
67, feeling the blue sky, soft clouds, warm sunshine, warm spring breeze. The repeated spring breeze blew into the hut. Gently close your eyes, breathe y, and suck in the fresh air. Feel the flavor of the spring breeze. Feel the spring scenery everywhere in March. Look up at the blue sky, snow-white clouds. Groups of pigeons flying in the blue sky, showing the vigor of spring.
68, a piccolo, a period of time; a drift, a call; a silhouette, a flow of years. Who caresses the zither and sings softly, twisting the years into a turnip time; who bathes in the wind and sings a blowjob, delivering the youth to the night sky; who is the night, who is the day, and who is dancing and dancing on whose way? I bite my teeth, because I am not afraid, I will always gaze at the cold winter, waiting for the first snowflake in the distance!
69, in the summer night with the wind flotsam fluttering remote thought, that long field path will have no end, sixteen years I have not let go of this, that is, because this is my destiny homeward bound, all the way there will always be fireflies to accompany me to go on, that shallow summer years will no longer be alone. In the underworld only like a nap in front of the book, in fact, have long understood that this is my favorite June a paper confession.
70, ice and snow cover, we need a fire to warm; dark night time, we need a little bit of starlight to warm; the future is uncertain, we need a lamp to warm ...... the cycle of seasons, the heart can not be filtered is the trouble and sadness, the foot is not to go to the hardships and injuries. Cold days and cold days, let us use what to warm the wind and stand up their own? 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!
71, there are many experiences in life are destined to be stranded by the time, stay the end of the story, like dust, even if you don't know the future stays, but always cling to the direction of the drift. Perhaps, too much sentimentality always let a person can not help, just like the unknown fate, we always can not go to dominate it, leaving behind, and only silent acceptance, in the depths of each round of the season, stumbling, floating ah sinking.
72, if compared with the city's asphalt road, the hometown of the dirt road does have too many shortcomings and deficiencies. But in that period of history, it is the absolutely indispensable colorful ribbon treasure of the farmhouse. He left me more than a good memory, although today's rural areas are no longer rare to find his figure, but he in my heart, its extraordinary temperament and contribution, often in my mind to repeat, so far difficult to drive away.
73, if you only see the black spot of the sun, then your life will lack of warmth; if you only see the shadow of the moon, then your life course will be difficult to find the light; if you always find the shortcomings of your friends, you your life journey will be difficult to find the soulmate; similarly, if you always want to be perfect, assuming that your wish can really be fulfilled, then your biggest shortcoming is that there is no shortcoming. The most important thing is that you don't have any flaws.
74, tonight the sky and rain, dream like time. 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. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it. The winds of the forest pass in front of the eaves, bringing away the thoughts of a rainy season. In the rain, there are many things to worry about, and I don't know when I will return to the far end of the world. In the distance, a boat is untying its cable and crossing the river, and the rain is foggy and misty. I don't know where to go. The wind is quiet, the boat is rocking, the water in Jiangnan is vast. 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.
75, leisure, fortunate to return to the place where he once listened to the rain. It happened to be a drizzle under the sky, and I heard the familiar and unfamiliar sound of rain. In the mist, the sound of rain through an odd mood, is not communicated for a long time kind of. It rejected me from a thousand miles away, showing me that it was unfamiliar to me, yet I could feel its presence from the deepest part of my consciousness. I had a sense of relief at having awakened violently from a dream and a sense of vicissitude after a period of confusion.
76, notes such as a small angel, with a hint of smile, with a hint of mischievous, from my fingers gently slipped out, linked into a rainbow of beautiful music. The notes are soft, one after another, open their mouths, the mood of the player, through the mellow music, gently sang out. Thus, the sweet notes seemed to be filled with the odor of flowers. My whole body cells as drinking sweet flower wine, drunk in the embrace of the notes.
77, until today, the city's hustle and bustle and quiet let me more and more miss the color of the countryside, the farther away from the countryside, the more burnt. When I was excited to go into that mountainous town again, the village by the town is no longer a large swath of Dutch beans, replaced by a piece of yellow rapeseed, the village farmers are living in the town. It is said that today's rapeseed is a tourist industry, but also can be squeezed out of the golden rapeseed oil, can enrich the lives of farmers.
78, the moon in the air like a graceful young girl, the sky has become the stage of the moon girl, she walked catwalk in the sky, wearing a silver sky clothes in the sky to show their dance, a wind blew, the clouds to the moon girl for another dress, then, as if I stepped on a cloud, to the Moon Palace, I saw Wu Gang in the cutting of osmanthus trees, the Jade Rabbit for me to lead the way, I came to the Palace of the Guanghan, to see the Chang'e was grooming herself, as if she intended to flow freely on earth.
79, also, perhaps, go to the pond next to it, see the fish play in the water, watch the lotus buds rising. Various colors of fish free in their own kingdom to swim around happily, playful, you catch up with me, for fear of falling behind, all are not willing to show weakness, and at this time you, you must be happy with them, happy. Quietly watching, the heart is happy. A woman intoxicated in such a wonderful mood, everything is so serene, so natural elegant and beautiful ......
80, like a light life. Let this a light always accompany me, regardless of the storm outside, shocking waves. Regardless of the world changes in the sea. Forever so calm and quiet life, do things peacefully, plainly do people, do not hope to be colorful, do not expect the colorful, give life to a trace of openness, to give life a real, to give themselves a thank you, to others a tolerance. This is the first time that I've ever seen a person with a good sense of humor, and I'm not sure if I've ever seen a person with a good sense of humor!
81, fortunately, after some hard struggle, finally still come out. There was a time when I hated you; I hated you for disrupting my peaceful life, but I was irresponsible and didn't know how to cherish it. Someone once said, my life is as elegant as a lotus, such as lotus quiet, peaceful and intolerant of disturbance, just far from the obsessive waiting. I have also convergence of all kinds of favor, still hold the water of the heart stood in the dust, but do not want to enter your city by mistake, fell into your tender pampering. 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 them.
82, the moon on the branch. The world has quieted down. Being in the middle of this vast Dongting Lake waters, looking away from the water in the distance, the ditch port longitudinal, reeds, fish jumping underwater, gulls and herons flying, fishing sails, lights, feeling more and more harmony between heaven and earth, the more gentle the night. The trees around the lake are quietly standing still, the shadow of the trees, around the sound of insects chirping, the breeze, everything seems to be so real, but also feel elusive, silent Liao Liao, vaguely, floating in the pan, hidden in the vast color.
83, autumn is short! When the cold invasion of the time you will naturally think of the beauty of the fall that the Thurlow autumn wind is how refreshing ah. In fact, this is only my last year on the autumn of a kind of attachment and feelings only: remember that I did not deliberately view the autumn color and did not personally experience the taste of the autumn high and refreshing even when the autumn is coming also can not remember. It was only when the cold winter came that I realized: I had missed every detail of this autumn! It was impossible for me to undo it. Autumn has been with the wind away, away ......
84, the hometown of the river year-round water volume is very large, from time to time there are waterfowl landed on the water surface, and then flew up. The water's edge is covered with mugwort and calamus, and large, small, thin-legged, long-billed unknown waterfowl often stroll along the banks. The west bank of the hometown has a narrow bridge, less than a small horsepower tractor body width, but is the only bridge over the river for dozens of miles around, so the hometown because of the people and prosperous, became a red-hot bazaar in this area. Later, several upstream paper mill waste water pollution of the river, the river becomes black and stinky, the smell can be heard across the river, the fish naturally extinct, the hometown of the river has become a stinky river, into the earth's scars.
85, when the Mid-Autumn Festival, these days, although the daytime heat is still hot, the night of the lake wind but brought a touch of cool and a number of autumn. At this time, the sky is clear, the night is like a diaper, the vast and boundless water waves from the distant lake ripples, a fresh taste of the Dongting came to the face. Water waves beat the lakeshore, like the evening drum, like the morning bell, y into the human heart, shocking, thought-provoking, it has become gradually restless in the world injected into a peaceful force, so that people suddenly feel the vastness of the sky at this time, the earth's vastness, the wonders of all things, and thus further realization of the existence of the rules of operation of the world and the absence of the heart will gradually become serene and.