How deep is the depth of the red dust

How deep is the red dust

I live in the depths of the red dust, the heart has long been through the abyss, and those who can not come back to the memories of the pursuit, then let it with the time, blurred years, soaked in sadness.

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Once again lifted the pen, nodding stood behind the text, penetrating the silent gathering of this to and fro, rolling red dust, the abyss a few heavy, a foot step through, destined to love to the most true, hurt to the deepest.

Late autumn, the night is thick and thick, the season's wind chimes swept through the ears, the palm of the scar can not help but deepen a few points, the pain of the heart pulled back to reality, suddenly realized that this fall is coming to an end, and the fate of the fate of the sincere encounter, suspended all the good.

The cold moon, sporadic, when the sky and light, holding arms oblique column. The fragments floating in front of the eyes, came and went, went and came, as if in the interpretation of a and a miss, rub shoulders, reunion, stranger. From the beginning of love to the end of love, constantly clutching, constantly tolerance, constantly back to the beginning, but unfortunately, lost the most true soul.

Wandering in the river of time, hastily passing years, such as white dust on the wall, the wind is scattered. Those who can not stay forever, hidden in a corner of the left heart, quietly witnessed the sadness of things are not the same.

From the shallow autumn to the deep autumn, just need a corner, and in this time, how many changes in the clouds is the pace I can not catch up, and how much warmth and cold is the boundaries I can not touch, can be so separated, so farther and farther away, until disappeared. Perhaps, is to forget the promise of meeting, life and death will not give up, perhaps, is to forget the reality of the diaphragm, the closer the love, the farther the heart, or has stepped out of the red dust of ten thousand feet, the people do not want, it does not matter.

The chance to look back, bearing the promise of a lifetime, if you say not tired, that is a lie. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the services you need. The cycle of spring, summer, fall and winter, rain and shine like maintenance of this only sincere pay, only to love the road, and you walk. I don't want to ask about the ending, if the heart can be clear, as Han said, in the name of true heart, embrace happiness.

Love, so simple, put aside all the distractions, and the world without dye, followed by the feeling of the heart, all the way with.

Two

What can be remembered is what can not be forgotten, what will be missed is what can not be put down, what can not be said is the most true perception.

A "cloud and water", chanting out how much tenderness: water, moon, mirror and flowers, mind floating, empty is not different color, color is not different empty. The first thing you need to do is to look back and see if you can get through to the other side of the world, and if you can get through to the other side of the world. Cold Mountain bells, the sound of bitterness and happiness are with the wind, you do not want to chase the dream clouds, pick up the red, leaves come and go calmly, why do you need to search for monks trace?

Since ancient times, flowers have a period of time, or long or short, the difference is that some flowers only open once in a lifetime, bloom the most beautiful moment, and some flowers are four seasons, not withered and not thank you, there are some flowers according to the seasons to open, missed the flowering period, the flowers will wither. Yes, blossoms and falls is the principle, the so-called long days in the so-called flowers have no foothold, and we are not also so?

When the flowers bloomed, it was the first encounter, when the flowers were in full bloom, it was the season of knowing each other, and the flowers fell in the fall, the clutch has been fixed. The winter has not yet come, but the temperature is early to escape from the palm of the hand, can not hold the warmth of the mirror, like a water and moon, bright sight, darkness of the night.

Walking on this deserted road, more should be touching the scene, I do not know how the castle of memory is placed in the past, there are always some specific memories in the specific scenery, frequent flash. The first time I saw the movie, I saw the movie, I saw the movie, I saw the movie, I saw the movie, I saw the movie, I saw the movie, and I saw the movie.

Gently sticking to the phone, riding on the only remaining residual temperature to sleep peacefully, looking forward to meeting you at the intersection of the dream. Some of the words that can not be said, perhaps through the dream, through time and space, whispered to you. The first thing you need to do is to stop the rush and listen to the real voice from the bottom of your heart, okay?

Those who can't let go of the memories, will always touch a certain place in the heart, pain pain pain. With the accumulation of scattered fragments, the words of the thin cool also built a wall of impermeable, you can not come in, I can not get out. The best thing about the blog is that it's not just a blog, it's a blog, it's a blog, it's a blog, it's a blog, it's a blog, it's a blog, it's a blog, it's a blog, and it's a blog.

The valley of love is like an abyss, a foot into, difficult to extricate themselves, even if the heart a, may not be able to keep each other to the old.

Three

I live in the depths of the red dust, the heart has long been through the abyss, and those who do not come back to the memory of the pursuit, so let it with the time, blurred the years, soaked in sadness.

Faintly wiped away the sour liquid, restore an innocent face, look up at the night sky, the foot of the road, and a new starting point. Try to forget the height and depth of the text, forget the red dust that can not touch the net, forget the keyboard on the fast-forward rhythm, just want to, personally experience the warmth and coldness of the human body to know the aftertaste, everything like a fish drinking water.

Faded from the love of colorful, my world back to silence, like and enjoy this Ningxin Qingya, sometimes a cup of tea, a computer can meet the needs of the day. Or walking or stopping, looking at the scenery in front of the eyes, murmuring and chanting, the overgrown wasteland into a black soot covered with empty field. If the memory can also choose, I think, I will use the landing dust cover, thick overlap and up, the distance between the heart and the heart of the distance is far easier to approach it.

I know that the far away, can not come back, so I spread all the way to the palm, how much warmth left, how much warmth slipped away, come also fingertips, go also fingertips, never regret. I've been in love, drunk, and in pain, and I've had it, and I've had it, and I've had it, and I've had it, and I've had it, and I've had it, and I've had it, and I've had it, and I've had it, and I've had it.

Turning over a page of text, had immersed in this poetic realm, always thought that one day, the dream will become a reality, and now it seems to wait, just a person's solo dance. Perhaps, today is the last pen to write love, perhaps, this net love, I can not arrive at the end, and finally, the end of the world two confused.

Deep also red dust, shallow also red dust, red dust love affair deep how many, through the thousands of miles of smoke, look at all the autumn color. The sadness of this season, point to the end, the years after, just want to, alone trekking all over the rivers and mountains, laughing at right and wrong disturbances, until old age ......

(Responsibility: deputy editor)