Red dust a smile emotional prose: red dust a smile, only to wait for you to look back
The tail of the fall with a thick deep love of the thick to us waved goodbye, with a faint sadness of sadness to the cold winter roaming advance. The lifeless weather is day by day cold, almost can not see any smiling face. Holding a breath of cold whooshing cool wind full of revenge for the heat of the summer that avenge: crazy all the green of the earth all dyed all kinds of pigments: dyed off the flowers, dyed flat grass, dyed withered leaves? The geese fly south, the geese fly south, the geese call that sound of the heart wants to be broken? The sad flock of geese flying south in pairs with a burst of wailing reluctant to look back to the north: a step back, a fly a look back that the poignant look, let a person from the heart of sadness, cool from the bottom of the birth. South mountain that red half of the face of the sentimental maple leaves can not help but tearful eyes, whispered sigh of sorrow? The geese returning to the south! Do you also have so many lingering past events that you are always attached to and can not bear to leave? The maple leaves! Do you also have so many unforgettable experiences that make you sad and cry red eyes? The clouds in the sky! If you don't mind my old heart? Then please let you take my life last question: when can I see that let me love life back to look at a smile?
The past can always be forgotten, love can always be remembered in the heart; once upon a time, the empty dream of my confidence; the past thoughts make me passionate? Ignorant teenager's heart, with longing and lifelong hope, bitterly guarding the heart of that love. But with the day after day back with the passing of time, year after year in the sea of love over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over, I never reach the edge. When I wake up, I gradually despair in loneliness and pain. When looking up at the sky, the time does not wait for me. With the help of: spring to fall has been countless days and nights and minutes and seconds?
Who said that time is the best medicine for healing? I used to think, with the disappearance of years, memory of aging, all of your everything will be in my heart slowly fade away until disappeared. However, I was wrong, wrong too far. Instead of forgetting, it has intensified and tormented me bitterly in the mind of my thoughts. As long as it is my people still have a little feeling when my eyes will always show your let me never forget back to the smile: bright smile, deep love eyes, sweet dimples, white teeth? All these seem to have been y imprinted in the depths of my ancient memory. I knew I was hopeless: God! Why did you make me like this? Why do you make me hurt so much? You know, that unforgettable bits and pieces are the tear tracks in my eyes dress up?
The March trekking is a good time for the blossoming of santalums, the hillside of the hometown that the mountains of wildflowers everywhere you run the figure. In the flowers, I couldn't resist pulling your hand, when the pick of a red rose in your black hair. You used your finger to point at my forehead with a cry of ? Isn't it beautiful? , and then heard your running giggle of silver bells? So, you ran in front of me in the wildflowers and I chased after you? You are running around endlessly while turning back to greet me, attracting countless butterflies around you non-stop rotation. When I pulled your hand again to pull out your elbow nest itch, you gently lean, that brilliant incomparable look back smile will really be my back into a silly silly?
In summer, the dam in the lotus in the layers of crisp green leaves in the race to open. Bare feet pulled up the pants leg of your nose in the snow-white flowers in the heart of the intoxication. You warmly close your amorous eyes, lean your tongue on the petals of the delicate a little bit, and then behind you is a shy look back at me, followed by the mouth is a bird-like sentence? Good fragrance oh? Panicked with the back of my feet a crooked, poof sound on the turquoise lotus pool smashed a big hole? Immediately after hearing a series of hahaha laughter: ? Am I that beautiful? So I can only follow the lotus inexplicably look at you that charming look dumbly out of focus?
The September sun is the season of mountain climbing, hometown of the small mountain Lan although not very high, but you always inevitably pull me to visit climb once. When the bright sunshine in our head flashing time, or you in front of my roaming wantonly jump, and I can only be in the back to witness you follow the posture of the Fangzi. When you ran to the top of the not-so-high hill and cheered loudly, I refused to come up. Until you turned around with a crisp ? Come on, do you want me to pull you? That will talk to the eyes of my excitement like a gust of wind to you rushed to the top of the mountain?
The winter snowflakes in the world of silver and white dance happily, that a piece of the drift in your hair with incense. The red scarf on your neck and the snow-white snowflake is like a blooming flower, according to your smile in the sky and earth randomly wantonly floating around. When I hold your hand walking in the silent white world, your head tilted on my shoulder, lips whispering a lifetime and I have been so snuggly. And then, low down to finish the words of your sudden look up to me: that faint smile, that your eyes turn tears, let my tears then followed from my eyes popped out?
Walking through a spring and then turn a winter, looking at the summer and fall rolling clouds, my love in the clouds floating. I've seen a summer and then jumped over an autumn, I watched the prosperity and depression of spring and winter, but I can no longer see the smile of your sentimental look back?
Hey! The city and the country, a smile back a hundred Mei Sheng, poison ah! This is who created the words that make people cry and make people sour? This is who the heart trembling feelings and then hurt after the words? How many men in the past and present have died before their ambitions were fulfilled by these words? Let the world how many love of a great man despondent life broken body and mind? It's poison! I know this? But why do I still have to remember these words that made me wait for my whole life and ruined my whole life? Knowing that this life is hopeless, but still in the sea of bitterness waiting and hoping? Tears to the corner of the eye to know hurt, love to the depths of the pain. By now, I have tasted all kinds of flavors, I have tasted my bitterness. But you know what? When I stand in front of the window, you go farther and farther away, do you hear me speed up the fluttering heartbeat? When I wandered endlessly late at night and struggled, I think of you, every one of your vows, are echoed in my heart for a long time.
A smile back a hundred winks, you this harmful ghost words? I'm a fool. A smile back to let me look forward to, also look forward to, also look forward to the evening, look forward to the hair are white, I'm a love-struck fool?
Who can tell me? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that. Tell me? If there is, does the Aegean Sea really make me realize my dream? I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.
Late at night, the moon in the sky alone in the clouds stagnant wandering, upside down the laurel tree to the body of the branches in the ghost of the Guanghan Palace of the moon swaying? The beautiful moon that has recorded history! Please stop and wait for a second, is it when I wrap the branches of the osmanthus tree, I will be able to see the smile that has been waiting for me to look back all my life? Is it that when I sing the moon represents my heart, I will be able to see her beautiful and brilliant look back.
A smile of red dust emotional prose: a smile of red dust, such as the first time I saw
The night, silent, inexplicably bleak, the taste of sadness more and more intense spread of the heart of the room, the thoughts of a thousand strands of threads of cold extended to the end of the heart of the sad strings strumming, the low notes playing the lonesome helplessness, wantonly invaded every corner of the corner of the fall, the endless sadness of the bottom of the heart of the aftermath of the sound curl, tears, the heart of the world, the heart of the world, the heart of the heart of the heart of the world, the heart of the heart, the heart of the heart, the heart of the heart, the heart of the heart. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
Lonely night, alone chewing on a song of bleak and grumbling death, there are some other flavors in the heart, silent poignancy, silent lament: who is leaning on the appendices alone dew sad face? Who is it, a cavity of tenderness and tears? Who is it that has a thousand thoughts wrapped around the heartstrings? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the best products and services in the world, and you'll be able to do that.
The ancient love and sorrow from the distant Tang poetry and Song Dynasty, pick a love flower in the past life, planted in this life on the road of the red dust, the road is long, walked through a course and a course, love, came and went, love, walked and also, the fate is difficult to break, three thousand obsessions, the heart of the red dust in the entanglement of disturbances?
Love does not know what started, a deep, think, there were too many trips in the past life to return to this life! Love does not know the end, entangled dislocation, a world of love, three lifetimes of love, love and hate entanglement, heart tears weeping, a thought of perseverance, love is still, life and death with love and love, and line and far away, only the original place, I stand alone?
? Ask the world what love is, straight to call people life and death, the sky south and north of the double flyer, the old wing a few times the summer and winter. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the services you need. You should be able to say: Misty ten thousand miles of clouds, thousands of mountains of the twilight snow, only shadow for whom to go. The red dust path, people come and go, thousands of strands of bonding interpretation of the segment of the love-hate relationship, know each other, gathered and scattered, years, a piece of a piece of the cover of the face of the beautiful, leaving only the eyes as Ying tears, in the long sigh of helplessness, so that the beautiful flowers can not bear to bloom smile?
The wind is sullen, the scenery is bleak, the parting steps played a thousand whimpers, the mountains are silent, the water flows alone, a cavity of grief will be a continuous flow of thoughts to the end of the pen, want to Jun, the end of the world is far away, think of Jun, thousands and thousands of people, and from then on, the thoughts of love into a thin clothes gradually wide, sleep alone, tears wet shirt, and from then on, often hide in the corners of the poems, with a gentle finger toggle the wings of the sentiments, to pick up the way the sadness and happiness. Floating down into the poignant characters, so that the thoughts and feelings of separation through the ink speckled trembling between the lines, dripping into the poetry of love and sincerity?
The night is deeper, the tide of the heart is still surging, suddenly remembered Ximurong's First Encounter
Beautiful dreams and beautiful poems,
are encountered but can not be sought,
often in the most unanticipated moment to appear.
I love dreams like that,
where everything can start over,
where everything can be explained,
and where you can even feel
the ecstasy of gratitude for all the wasted moments that have come back to you.
The heart of a man who has never been a man before,
and the heart of a woman who has never been a man before.
My heart is full of happiness,
because you are right in front of my eyes,
smiling at me, as in the past.
I really like that kind of dream,
I know that you have to walk thousands of miles for me,
but I feel that the grass is fresh and colorful,
as if you and I have just met for the first time.
A good encounter with a new lotus, fresh and elegant, like a cup of clean water, pure and transparent, the kind of light feelings, without too many gorgeous notes can be made clear at a glance?
Of course, life is like a dream and fantasy, as the morning dew twilight as the sun, how can life be like the first sight? The first time I saw the beautiful, goodbye still, can only be a beautiful wish, in the heart of the silent recollection?
Silent vault, a sigh: who is a dream of a leaf of red dust? Who is a beautiful first encounter with the red dust? The first time I looked back, the sea of change, love affair, grudges, the original has long been condensed into the red dust when the first encounter of a smile?
A smile of red dust emotional prose: red dust a smile, for whom you are intoxicated
This is a goodbye, I do not know whether we will meet again in this life? The first time I looked back at the millennium, love has rubbed shoulders, I do not know whether the goodbye has been things are not the same? I am still dancing alone in the dome of the sky. A smile in the red dust, for whom are you intoxicated? The first time we met, a smile, grudges, a write-off!
Each of us is a guest in the red dust, for whom you are intoxicated? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that. The first thing you need to do is to look back and see who is the most beautiful encounter? The world is floating, fleeting. It is said that home is a warm harbor, but really can park the heart of the home, the world can have how much? In fact, each of us are drifting, are looking for, but some people have not found what they want all their lives, some people are to get and lose, the regret left in this life, hope to continue the love of the next life, so there are so many poignant and romantic love stories? Who are you staying for in the sea of people? Who is waiting for you? How long can you treasure the scenery of the mirror? After going through many storms, who can really see through the feelings? When will this love ever end? The piano is a gentle voice of sadness, the grudges on the eyebrows, the strings broken who listen to it? Where can I find my soulmate? The sky does not grow old, love is hard to end, I tears, wet sleeves, pear blossom rain, light as water. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.
The red paper small words, difficult to tell the heart of a thousand kinds of attachment, ten thousand kinds of tenderness. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The wise sword chopping love silk, chopping the world of grudges; Fiddle chopping complaints, v. inexhaustible sadness and happiness on earth; light book scrolls, book inexhaustible human moon, love and lingering.
Love and hate in a thought, the cold moon is silent, waved his hand, love has gone away.
Tears are spilled in the sky, where do you tell your thoughts? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it. Have you ever cherished it? Vast universe, endless dome, for whom you dance alone? Who is drifting for you? Encountered in the mountains and waters of that deep love, at first sight like that affection, how many years later, will you still remember? How deep is the network? When you look back, how many people are laughing? How many people are crying? This shore is me, the other shore is you. We are not destined to be together in this life, I can only look at you fondly on the other shore. The most afraid of is the blossoming of flowers, people go empty; the most afraid of is the tide of the tide, the heart of the return to the original calm.
The days of holding hands, that a wind and snow will precipitate in your heart? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots.
This is a goodbye, I do not know if we will meet again in this life? The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you, I didn't know if I would see you again. I'm still dancing alone in the dome of the sky.