1. Time, incomparably soft, witnessing the passing of all our experiences, the years, the vicissitudes of life are still the same, precipitating those sorrows and joys in life, the depths of time, the quiet beauty of the years.
2, the sun is warm, the years are quiet, you do not come, I am not old.
3, dash life, light ripples. 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 this, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
4, who still remembers, flowers bloom only for the sake of the edge, even if a thousand trees cool, but also can not tolerate the dust of the floating world, singing a world of prosperity, murmuring the peace of the previous life. Who forget once, five hundred times in the previous life, just for the exchange of only you and I meet. The years are quiet, peace of mind, after years, twilight look back, may you remember once that simple naive girl, also remember the smile is very sweet and beautiful girl.
5, I leaned out of the window in the cloudy days, cut a paper time to warm people's hearts, dyeing ink flow years, years and years of incense, I wish the years to be quiet, do not forget the original heart.
6, time still go, I finally understand, the years are quiet, the original flow of those lonely, so full. Who's sentimental also can not destroy the high wall of youth, some people are destined to part ways, the encounter is just a fantasy, we are but in the flow of the years lie, because the loneliness is very lonely, love is very simple, life has been very plain. And those pale years, those anonymous loneliness, are vain and absurd lies.
7, if the heart like glass, the years are quiet, listen to the wind, watch the rain fall, a pair of eyes looking at the love of the eyes, will be the number of years of quiet, the multitude of people, who is who is who the red dust spectator, who is who the ladybird warm and cold; the tide rises and falls, the fate of the fate of the end, only that it is unusual, do not seek the most beautiful, I only wish to be the most true; so that the one bosom of the tranquil in all the story of the elegance of the story, rolled in the rhyme of the time, the elegance of the poem, read the time of day the veins of the morning, the The first ray of sunshine, see the sunshine climbed all over the green vine, a drop of morning dew moist eyes, do not ask which flowers bloom today, the landscape can rely on each other, is good.
8, the path of the red dust, quietly guard those times with you heart to heart. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for it. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The wisps of longing, with the first encounter of the good forever in the heart. Let the years go by, let the world change. I also smile, I also have no regrets. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
9, often think that if one day, tired of the life of fresh clothes, they will be with the person who understands, looking for a town of birds and flowers, only a porridge and a meal, vegetarian heart to vegetarians. At that time, I am still the woman who likes the word idle, you are still the one who is willing to accompany me to see the flowers, hide a proper stability in the heart, in the time of the years, fine taste of the quiet years.
10, you are the warmth of my life. 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, and I'm going to be able to do it. Every day and every night, I religiously recite the scriptures, wishing only wish, our love can be cultivated, millennium reincarnation. I hope that we will not have to wait any longer for our love to come true. Let's listen to the flowers bloom and watch the years pass by. I wish, on the road of love, there have been you, there I, enjoy all the way to the beautiful scenery, step all the way to the fragrance
11, floating three thousand, only to do their own, the red dust is disturbed, I am at peace. Vegetarian years, show a volume of heart petals, bloom a world of books, do not need to deliberately, do not need to cover up, fingertips warm a quiet years, tea rhyme, a low-eye brow smile.
12, the red dust years, years and months, days like this, flat, but also stumbled over. The long days, I have been accustomed to the wind from the sun, I have been accustomed to capture happiness from the oil, salt, wood, vinegar and tea, I have been accustomed to rely on him to live.
13, because there is sunshine, my world, the wind is light, soft and pure white. Time still go, I finally understand that the years are quiet, the original flow of those lonely, so full. Who's sentimental can not destroy the high walls of youth, some people are destined to leave, meet just fantasy, we are but in the flow of the years lie, because the loneliness is very lonely, love is very simple, life has been very plain. And those pale years, those anonymous loneliness, are vain and absurd lies.
14, disturbed world, would like to have a person, can accompany me, such as chrysanthemum as quiet as the end of days. Spring to see the flowers in the fall to enjoy the moon, summer bathing cool wind winter to enjoy the snow, in the evening twilight, looking down on the lights, sitting in the halo of the years, see a good old days.
15, I am nostalgic, some people and some things, although the years to far, but is still the memory of the deep love. Even if the tea is cold, why not? And listen to the wind, and smell the dust, only to hide the steps, but also a person's years of quiet.
16, cut a section of the old time, I was promised a good time.
17, savor, life is just a dream. Turning around, has been far away from the water, empty buildings; look back, feelings remain, nostalgia as in the past; stop, the years are quiet, the world is still. Time like a white horse, the wind of the year will come and go, the next season will come as scheduled, the next stop will meet who and who? The next stop will be to meet who and what? What kind of scenery will be on the way to meet yourself?
18, the world is a practice, we are playing horses and travelers, like a companion, the water is long but never leave, silent concern, shallow attachment, so together to the depths of the years. And the present world is stable, the years are quiet is the tacit understanding, do not have to say, I understand, you also understand.
19, the years quietly flow, some people, in and out of the years have left a gorgeous ebb and flow. The years are quiet, and it is warm to think about it.
20, red dust hustle and bustle, the quiet years is a peaceful attitude to life. The end of the world is too far away, the quiet years, is a heart of the intersection. In the quiet time, the warmth of the red dust will be collected one by one, euphemistically into the ink of the text, to be years later, we read again still warm as in the beginning.
21, years of quiet, wishing to get the red dust without worry. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money from the company. I believe that the most beautiful scenery, in the heart.
2. Sentences about the beauty of the years1. Time passes quietly, the years run secretly.
The sun is also going home, the night close to the distance between the sea and the sky, a blur in front of my eyes, I can not find you, let my shouts cut through the night sky ...... 2, the time of childhood is always in the future countless years of years in the gap interspersed with intertwined, extremely nostalgic, like a long time ago in the heart of the far-flying paper kite. 3, perhaps in the later years of growing up, we have never changed, just more and more clear to become their own ...... looking at the sunset, there is a kind of inexplicable sadness, looking at the eyes of this in the daytime under the warmth of the sunshine of the day grass, in the night slowly came to the occasion also began to have the coolness of the autumn.
4, water cooking years, not sad, do a far away from the world, quiet woman, is a lifelong desire, but the dust is so many, how can not stay away from the world, in the dyestuff tank, how can the foot is not wet reasoning? 5, the years as a teenager, full of joy, the years are like an elder, heavy and stagnant, in the season of the stranger blossom met you how good, but unfortunately the wrong time to meet, in the stagnant time, meet is a flower blossom joy, but mixed with the atmosphere of sadness. 6, rolling dust, time can not stay our youthful years, can not stay our world of vicissitudes, but the only thing that can stay is our most beautiful memories of those years.
7, the years are long, red dust past events such as the wind, countless ordinary days, such as the past, countless seasons of the cycle, week after week, the years in my heart carved countless wrinkles. Loneliness is like smoke, lonely days remember you, you such as a warm, warm a and a lonely years.
8, fireworks so cool, turn into ash. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Hold your hand, hold a lifetime of happiness. You said, love me love to madness, I am your fatal wound.
It is a hijacking is the edge, you have no way to distinguish. 9, light as water, years as a lotus, a person when, quietly guarding this 抹安然, scratch a flow of time and space, situated in a certain excessive, flowers do not speak, silence, not openly Brahms, quietly and years of joy.
Laughing, red dust as a picture, I am happy. 10, the long-cherished wish, I light cut boundless years splash ink into a paper love note, thought the previous life love affair firmly imprisoned, but also in this life to get a human heart as if it were a vegetarian.
How do you know, so careful but still lost the sign that had been sought, all stained with an inexplicable sadness. The first thing I did was to get the money to pay for a new car, and then I had to pay for a new car, and then I had to pay for a new car.
However, any of my hands, but how can not stop the footsteps of time.
12, some people, destined to be a glimpse of the long years, do not need to be sad, no need to grieve, like quietly enjoy a meteor falling from the sky, from prosperity to fall, and then broken, in the vastness of the earth, leaving a lonely me and a dream that can not be honored. 13, long years, we do not know how many feelings in the mind quietly lost, slipping away from the fingers.
Life, not perfect, experience paved the way for achievement, wind and rain achievements resistance.
In the face of this immediate scenery, the glory of spring and autumn, everyone is thinking about the life they want. Walking through this world, find their own corners of existence in this world, not for how to survive, just to live quietly, the flavor of those lives are used to exercise their own heart and width.
15, some love, in the years, slowly melt, no longer engraved; some people, in the fellowship, slowly away from, as if no trace; some things, in time, slowly fade, and from now on no longer move. 16, the years accidentally showered with rain, so that the memory is also wet.
Time passes little by little, like in the release of his sadness. No one has ever asked him if what he has is all he has.
People would only blame him, saying that he left in a hurry, without leaving a trace. No one would have known that he had delicate feelings and kept people's memories in a place called memories.
Those who will only ask for people ah, you say, should not stop, to cherish it. 17, life, there are always many ditches need to cross, years, there are always many regrets need to make up, life, there are always many confused need to understand.
Some things, gently put down, may not be easy. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Some of the pain, look away, not necessarily not experience.
19, walk through the years, through time and space, the past is fragrant pen, the beauty of the encounter overflowing brushstrokes, along with your breath, waving water-colored years, chanting appendicular rhythms, singing a song of the city love, all the dance flourish, piling up the true love, gazing at the eyes, sprinkle the true love, whispered at the pious prayers, I wish that, smile to keep the words, bloom in the heart of the gentleman. 20, walked through the years, walked through the life, the heart has a lot of feelings, but also some enlightenment.
Life is like a kaleidoscope, happiness, sadness, sweet, sour, bitter and spicy, and follow each other. Maybe life is not as good as it should be, but do not have to care too much, life is like a dream, the years will not accommodate anyone, to learn to look down on everything.
21, I have loved you, that years you are my dark world in a beam of light, where you stand, where is the direction. I have complained about you, the day of separation, I lost not only the lover, but also the only dream in the long years.
22, the sea of years, the overlap of sadness and joy, life should always be more calm and open-minded. Regardless of which corner of the world to live in, the broken heart of the land, live out of what to expect.
The mood of the clamor, will live everything worse. The rules of life, the need for a few moments of caution, balance, or understanding is appropriate.
Remember a proverb: at ease, life is good. 23, long years, learn to keep a heart in the world, live easier, will be much less trouble.
The scenery of life thousands, and we are always in a hurry. 24, cherish the moment, a life of no regrets.
Years as holding in the hands of fine sand, always from the fingers secretly slipped. It is silent, but always leave some imperceptible traces.
Inadvertently, people in the river of time have each aged. Only to realize that in this life, old.
3. The beautiful poem of the change of years1. Depending on the brow of the years, the wind of memory, the remnants of the miss, flooded in this fall.
2. In a tea with love, those words rely on each other to know the years, has long been the light of the day played on the imprint of the heart, warmed the most beautiful scenery of life. 3. In the heart, deep hidden a bunch of years of love, savor every part of the Zen of life.
4. However, any unwillingness to give up, any sadness, the autumn wind is still on schedule, the leaves are still hostile to the change of seasons, hostile to the loss of years. 5. sadness flow, but can not hide the mottled years, stained with wisps of blue flowers dream difficult to open, fall out of the wind and the past days, those dreams stranded on the other side of the flow of years. 6. sang the years, the life of a dream of years, the story of aging interpretation A scene of sadness and happiness, diffraction of the number of memories, cool how much time is not in the passing.
7. the years do not live, such as the flow of the seasons, the years of mottled with the red dust flying down, cut the thoughts fall full of sadness, quietly guard the aroma of the years 8. Purple strangers thousands of red, sighed the time of the light passing, the falling flowers play water, water has no intention of falling flowers with the water to the east flow to go, the years of the bewilderment, the time of the sighs of the time of going to stay no trace of the cloud of the lone month to see the flowers fall of the heart broken, listen to the years of the traces of the past, the years of the past, the years of the past, the years of the past, the years of the past, the years of the past, the years of the past, the years of the past, the years of the past, the years of the past, the years of the past. The past is like smoke, the years have no trace, the sunset fall thin water stare at, how many memories worth combing, how much time is worth pursuing, just don't know the dream peach blossom red a few times.
11. Suddenly look back, the time of the years scattered in the face of the season, mottled memories, aged Shaohua strumming strings. 12. Light and shade is like water, the years have been strangers, sad song, I would like to use a lifetime of memories to wait for, and so the years are serious.
13. I really hope that the years is a tree without a wheel, will not be in the seasonal changes in the old. 14. The memory of the years, like a droplet of water beads gently splashed down to the years on the paper, blotting out the patchy flowers. 15.
15. Rushing through the years like a simple and beautiful Rubin flowers, flowers and leaves fade after the precipitation, are nourishing our soul nutrition. 16. That a touch of gazing at the tenderness of the eyes, is still hidden in a true heart. 17.
The lonely story in the wooden door, not by the yellowing of the dust of the years. 17. The concept of earthly good, look at the long flow of water, read the vicissitudes of the years and taste, read the depths of the eyes of the affection.
18. time is thin, the years are thin, only the lotus in the pond is fragrant, the flower in the dust, she is clear for you gracefully, whisked away the world brimming. 19. place in the time of the vegetarian ideas, is the years, love warmth.
Turn a volume of words, flowers smile, the heart of the sound of running water. 20. Looking at the handwriting of the past years, back to the years of love, side by side with the old. 21.
21. light shade long *** with walk through the surety, is to abide by the years of peace on earth, this hand smoke and fire unusual place of deep love, time will not fail. 22. life, to walk through many roads, in order to see all the landscapes of the world, in order to hold a light know how, in the years of the turn of the proper to put themselves.
4. The beautiful versesThe beautiful verses
The beautiful verses
The beautiful verses Plum Blossom - Boat over the Wujiang River : A piece of spring sadness to be poured by wine.
The boat on the river is rocking. The first time I saw this is when I was a kid, and I was a kid, and I was a kid.
The fall of Niangdu and Tainiang Jiao. The wind is blowing again.
The rain is again heavy. The first time I saw you was when I was a little girl, and the second time I saw you was when I was a little girl.
The silver sheng tunes. The heart is burning with incense.
It's easy to throw people away. The cherry on top is red.
The green banana. The years have gone by, and time is like water.
Symposium is easy to pass, so that people can not catch up, the cherry is only red ripe, banana and green, spring to summer again. Cherish what we have in front of us, and deal with everything with a positive mindset, even if time flies, our life must be beautiful.
"Tengwang Pavilion Poem": Tengwang Pavilion on the river islet, Peiyu song luan strike song and dance. The painting of the building towards the flying Nanpu clouds, pearl curtains twilight rolled western mountain rain.
Idle clouds and pool shadow day long, things change a few degrees of autumn. 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 painting of the building floating clouds, the shadow of the clouds on the western mountain, day after day, endless. The world's most important thing is that the world's most important thing is the world's most important thing.
Things are different, only the railing outside the Yangtze River water flow, day and night. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to get out of this one.
The joys and sorrows, sweet and sour, do not have to care too much, the years will not accommodate anyone, to learn to look down on everything.
The Yellow Crane is gone, the white cloud is empty. The clear river has been the Hanyang tree, the grass is luxuriant parrot continent.
Where is the countryside at sunset? The first time I saw this is when I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. The only thing that remains are the white clouds in the sky, and it has been a long time since I've seen the world, but I can't see what's going on.
Blue sky and white clouds, clear river sandbar, green trees and grass, sunset and twilight river, it is a pity that the years are gone, never to return. Don't keep sighing about the past, it is not coming back.
We have to be wise to improve the present, positive and optimistic into a better future.
The time is only a matter of time, and I don't believe in sentimentality, but I hate to leave the pavilion, and it's easy to wake up with tears on my shirt.
Sycamore last night, the west wind rush, light moon, good dream often startled, where the high floor of the goose a sound? Time every moment in the urge to become old, never understand the world of sentimental. The people day by day old, and day by day separated.
Time flies, how can this not make people sigh with regret. Life is long, years in a hurry, there are always some people who come and go; there are always some love deep and thick.
Let's cherish the good time in front of us and run hard to embrace the sunshine and chase our dreams.
Helplessly towards the cold rain, the evening wind. The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you.
Since people grow hate, water long east. The rain in the morning and the wind in the evening, the flowers blossom and fall, time is flying by.
Looking back, just like the river that passes east, never stop, never end. Life is supposed to be sweet and sour, bitter and spicy and fickle.
We do not have to regret for the past time and regret. Sometimes when we lose the spring and melancholy, but inadvertently have the splendor of summer.
And only feel the bitterness of loss, in order to cherish the sweetness of today.
The face of the people do not know where to go, the peach blossom is still laughing at the spring breeze. Last spring, in this door, the beautiful girl and the brightly colored peach blossoms reflected each other.
Today, I came back to this place, the beautiful girl has long been unknown where to go, things are not the same, only the bright and colorful peach blossom is still alone smiling and blossoming. Time passes too quickly, so that people do not know what to do, had to look at that once felt good daze, rather than trying to remember the previous days, as well as to drum up the courage to try to face the future of life.
5. Seek some description of the passage of time beautiful poemTime, it is both invisible, and can not touch, but also real in people around the relentless and hurriedly passed.
Ancient poetry, especially in the Tang and Song dynasties, is often written "water" is to write time or sadness. For example, "The son on the river said, "The passing is like the passing of a man."
Li Bai's "Yellow River water comes from the sky, flows to the sea and never returns", Wang Zhilu's "The sun is still on the mountains, and the Yellow River flows into the sea" and so on, all of them use the water of the river and the sea to express a kind of anxiety in the face of the passage of time. Time has existed, everyone lives in time, but many people often forget the existence of time, so people will be on the passing of time to feel incredible, so there will be such as "Hundred Chuan east to the sea, when to return to the west," such as the lament of the passing of time in the poem.
There are a lot of poems about the passage of time, both ancient and modern: Yanshu's "Raccoon Creek": ? A new song and a cup of wine, last year's weather, the old pavilion. The sun sets in the west, how long will it take to return? I'm not sure. The first thing you need to do is to get rid of all the flowers, and then you'll be able to get back to the house.
A small garden and fragrant path wandering alone.
Those who mess with my mind, today's day is full of worries! The wind is blowing for thousands of miles to send the geese in the fall, and this can be a sound high building. The first thing I'd like to say is that I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this.
We are all thinking of flying, want to go up to the sky to see the moon. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Life in the world is not satisfactory, tomorrow emanate get flat boat.
I want to buy the sea on Magu, a cup of spring dew cold as ice. The first time I saw this is when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night.
It's all a matter of right and wrong. The first time I saw this was when I was in the middle of the night, and the second time I saw it was when I was in the middle of the night.
The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the river islet, accustomed to see the autumn moon and spring wind. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
How many things have happened in the past and present, all of which have been put into a laughing stock.
Too much haste. The first time I saw this is when I was in the middle of the night, and the second time I was in the middle of the night.
Rouge tears. I'm not going to be able to do that.
When will it be repeated? Wang Bo Volume 55_12 "Tengwang Pavilion" The Tengwang Pavilion is facing the river, and the jade and luan are singing and dancing.
The painted buildings are flying in the clouds of Nanpu, and the pearl curtains are rolling in the rain in the western mountains. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it.
Where is the emperor's son in the pavilion, and the Yangtze River outside the threshold flows freely. The years do not come again, one day is difficult to morning, in time to encourage themselves, the years do not wait for people.
-- Tao Qian You do not see, the Yellow River water from the world to come, running to the sea never return. I'm not sure if you've seen it, but I've seen it, and I've seen it, and I've seen it, and I've seen it, and I've seen it.
--Li Bai Heaven and earth, the traveler of all things; time and light, the passer-by of all generations. --Li Bai "Life on earth is like a white horse passing through a gap, suddenly."
--Zhuang Zi The flowers of the year are similar, and the people of the year are different. --Liu Xiyi Light Yin is like an arrow urging people to grow old, and the sun and the moon are like shifting the more youthful.
--Gao Ming The passing of time is like the passing of time.
If the world is tired of tomorrow, spring and autumn will come and go. The day is the day when the water flows eastward, and the sun goes down in the west.
How long can a hundred years of tomorrow last, please listen to my song of tomorrow.
--Li Bai There are flowers that bloom again, and there are no more teenagers. --Guan Hanqing When you wash your hands, the day passes from the water box; when you eat, the day passes from the rice bowl.
I realized that he was going in a hurry, and when I stretched out my hand to cover him, he passed by the hand that was covering him; and when it was dark and I was lying on the bed, he eloquently crossed over me and flew away from my feet. By the time I opened my eyes to meet the sun again, it had slipped away for another day.
I hid my face and sighed. But the shadows of the new day began to flicker again in the sigh.
--Zhu Ziqing The years are gone forever, and it is hard to give up a career.
--Voltaire Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick, And think of you Turning in circles confusion-- Is nothing new Flashback to warm nights-- Almost left behind Suzuki's "The Battle of the Battle of the Battle". Warm nights-- Almost left behind Suitcase of memories, Time after-- Sometimes you picture me-- I'm walking too far ahead You're calling to me, I can't hear What you have said-- And you say-- go slow-- I've fall behind-- The second hand unwinds If you're lost you can look-- and you will find me Time after time If you fall I will catch you-- I'll catch you-- Time after time If you fall I will catch you--I'll be waiting Time after time If you fall I will catch you--I will be waiting Time after time Time after time After your picture fades and darkness has Turned to gray After your picture fades and darkness has Turned to gray Watching through windows--I'm wondering If you're OK You say--go slow-- I fall behind-- The drum beats out of time-- If you' re lost you can look--and you'll be waiting Time after time If you're lost you can look--and you will find me Time after time If you fall I will catch you--I'll be waiting Time after time If you fall I will catch you--I will be waiting Time after time. Time after time.
... God may have given us different destinies, but he has given us time after time." Swallows go away, there is a time to come again, willows wither, there is a time to be green again, peach blossoms shed, there is a time to bloom again, and our days are gone forever ." Everyone in their own innate predestination and acquired efforts to taste time, to inscribe the signs of the years.
I, and perhaps you, have been in the passage of years, honed by life to mellow. In a hurry, there are no longer too many feelings in the bottom of the heart back and forth repeatedly singing, we have become more mature, our hearts have become older than our actual age.
But the life of the former innocence will never be old, she will be one day, unexpectedly appeared in my dreams with a young face, my memories, she will remind me over and over again in the past years of the existence of a certain point of regret, which regret rubbing my heart, so that I have a kind of want to start over again desire.
Just the pain of the past also have to start over again? I don't know.
6. What are the verses describing the good times1, the former sordid is not enough to boast, the present day debauchery thought endless. The spring breeze is so fast that you can see all the flowers of Chang'an in one day. Horseback riding in the spring flowers on the road of Chang'an, today's horse hooves exceptionally light, unknowingly has long been the prosperity of Chang'an flowers to see the end.
2, the world is as short as a spring dream, the human condition is as thin as an autumn cloud. I don't have to count on the hard work of the heart, all things turned out to have a life. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure I'll be able to get a good deal on this," he said. I am happy to have three cups of wine and a new flower. I am happy to have a few laughs and kisses, but tomorrow's weather is uncertain. Human feelings are as thin as the thin clouds on the sky in autumn. Don't count your hard work, everything is already in the destiny. Today, I am lucky to have met three cups of good wine, and to have seen a newly bloomed flower. A short joyful meeting is so kind, as for what will happen tomorrow, who knows.
3,, painted drums in the dusk and dawn. The time only solves the urgency of human old age. Seek to get a shallow happy wind day good. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that. The gods and goddesses a song of fisherman's pride. The green water is long and the sky is far away. Can't we live a long life and be young? Don't hesitate to open your mouth and laugh when you are drunk. I must believe in the way. When will all things on earth end? Unlike the time that passes so easily, it only makes people grow old. The people are able to enjoy the short time of joy and discover the infinite beauty of the scenery in time. Singing together. It is a wonderful and moving song, "The Fishing Song".
The green and clear lake water is endless, the clear sky is indistinct and long. How can life always stay in the teenage years. Don't regret the drunken laughter. What you need to know is. All things human are never over.
4, Shaohua is not for young people to stay, hate long, when to rest? The time of flotsam and jetsam, a boarding house. Then the spring river are tears, flow is not exhausted, many sorrows. I climbed up the stairs when the willow fluttered and the flowers fell all over the ground. Even if the river water are turned into tears, but also flow can not be exhausted, there is still sorrow in the heart.
5, this evening has not been completed tomorrow evening rush, the autumn wind only to the spring wind back. The first time I saw this, it was a very good time for me to go back to my old school, and I was very happy to see you. 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. Life is not long and joyful, the young will be old in no time. I urge you to barely smile, I urge you to barely drink a cup. People can't get long joy in life, the time of youth always passes quickly, old age is coming soon.