The Red Dust has you
A selection of beautiful essays:
The Red Dust has you
The quiet years flow slowly, stopping at the edge of the season to cool off. 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. The familiar figure of the screen all the way to the accompaniment of the drop of memory clearly visible, thanks to the red dust have you, Xu I warm. I'm not sure how much I'd like to see you do this, but I'm sure I'd like to see you do this, too. Tonight, wandering alone, looking up at the dome of the sky, painting a round of full moon in the palm of your hand, lightly describing the warmth.
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All the way, all the way to the scenery. 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 can get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. 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 can get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. I cherish every encounter in the red dust, with the heart of the trip, but I hope the friendship long. In fact, I would like to, I would like in the night air cool time to read that a piece of dipped in your heart and soul of the lyricism of the words, let the words as a companion, pleasure self. I also want to, want to use my shallow thoughts to weave the ribbon of words, singing a summer song, hula flying out of the window, riding the moonlight to your side. My closest relatives, although the contact is sporadic, the exchange is real, savoring the footprints along the way in memory, so that the years branded deep footprints, only because this friendship is worth to cherish the valuable wealth of life. The road ahead is still in the infinite extension, on the way forward, even if the wind and rain, the red dust has you, Xu my warmth, I will always go on.
The network's scenery is very beautiful, hanging around in the middle of it, the mood is open; the network's wind is very soft, the breeze whisked people relaxed and happy; the network's love is very warm, because there are those who dwell in the depths of the soul of the brothers and sisters; the network's water is very deep, and often in the water edge walk, it is inevitable that you will fall a few heels. Life is not flat Avenue, eat a moat, grow wise. I just want to laugh at the world, do not let my heart too tired. I would like to live a simple life, simple to do, with a normal heart to see the network, with the life of the enthusiasm to accept life.
Beautiful selected two:
The red dust has you
The footsteps of time, accompanied by you and I walked through a season and a season; the hourglass of time, so that you and I know better to cherish. The first thing you need to do is to get a good understanding of how to use the Internet and how to use the Internet in your life. Life is like a practice, in the days of blossoming and falling flowers, meet with one person, with the morning bells and twilight drums with one person, in the red dust, who are you waiting for, who is laughing for you. If it is a dream of a thousand years, you are the seed in my heart, and I grew up with the deepest part of my heart, blossomed, and never withered.
Singing the past, the ancient wind on the fence and geometric, want to talk about it, under the Bodhi tree, a few more wind and rain, in exchange for a meeting in this world, meet a moment, a few more joy, a dream of a floating life, only because of you, the red dust dance alone, only you can see clearly. Do not leave and do not give up, promise you Bijie Huangquan two do not forget, raise a cup and look at the moon, promise you a life of Shaoguang, leaning out of the window and looking away, as if back to the moment of acquaintance. In the chaotic world, for whom in the lonely wind and cold night thousands of miles away to look back, for whom to condense a thousand years of the sentiment of the bond. Thick frost and fog, the thoughts of the departed are still lingering in the heart. Orchid boat moon slant, such as a dream, like smoke, your flower smile, turned into a few dreams. The endless thoughts flying in the night wind, his direction is only one, that is, there is a place for you.
I do not regret meeting with you, Buddha said, the previous life of five hundred times to look back in exchange for a rubbing shoulders in this world. I begged bitterly in front of the Buddha, I would like to be incarnated as a stone bridge, subject to five hundred years of wind, subject to five hundred years of rain, subject to five hundred years of sun, only wish you can walk across the bridge. I love you for a thousand years, waiting for you for a thousand years, in this world you are the most after the arrival of the red dust with you, is the greatest pleasure. A drunken red dust, a dream of a thousand years, you are my most beautiful waiting. A piece of paper is always loaded with thoughts, a song, always sing the heart of the hang-ups, watching behind the notes, waiting for a peaceful dream. The two sides of the eyes, silently listening to the wind and rain, there is always a kind of lovesickness, in the turn around when rubbing the feelings of a hundred times, filled with waiting in front of the window.
Sit and remember the red dust, love like a flower light as a dream, some sweet memories of the heart. Silently waiting for me to class, eat, rest, in the cold winter you are the warmth of my heart. I want to hide you in my heart - love warm life. Pick up a red leaf, put him into the long river, with the current, praying that he can float to the other side of your location. A boat dream, a straw raincoat, micro-pity floating ping pong floating. A leaf of sycamore, a little banana, sit and listen to a little bit of daybreak. A pool of spring water, a court of flowers, idly watching the wind and clouds. A side ink stone, a scroll, a fine description of the bones of love. A piece of red paper, a line of geese, gently telling the depth of love. A round of lonely moon, an ink xiao, alone to send the end of the world. (Emotional sentences)
Eileen Chang said: in the millions of people you meet the person you meet, in the millions of years, the moment of the endless wilderness, there is no early step, there is no late step, just happened to catch up. I think there is a kind of beauty in this world, is the clear meeting, is the silent companionship, is the wordless understanding. Such as the blue sky and white clouds, rivers and streams of the embrace, green leaves on the red flowers. They reflect each other into a scene, away from the world, is so natural. The light of day is shallow, love can comfort the depths of the life of the desolate, in order to meet such a you, I only serene smile, charm thanks.
There is a clear encounter, all the language, can not express that true, the heart, just fond of that side of the landscape, that 1 road, and that a person. Some destiny even though a thousand turns is the original intention does not change, grass green and yellow, flowers bloom and thank you, a spring and a spring, and you and love have always been in, this is the life of the destiny of a lifetime. In the light of the years, to be able to meet their favorite people, with the appreciation of a round of the moon, with a poem, without words, is also beautiful. Meet, is the fate of life, the heart of the near and far, from the accumulation of dribs and drabs, there are always some fondness, hidden in the corners of time, for the love of cultivation; there are always some simple, written in the watery time, so that the bottom of the heart grows out of the Brahmin touch, those who keep the agreement, those who are written in the heart of the warmth. When one day old, looking at the falling evening sun, you are not going to quietly reminisce, that has been far away from the time, that point of golden memories, there are our pleasant laughter, there are our true feelings of crying, these have been turned into a dense fine lines, carved in our eyes between the eyebrows. (Article reading network: sanwen. ne
Beautiful selected three:
Red dust have you
In a long time ago, you and I are each other completely strange two people, you do not know me, I do not know you. When I didn't meet you, what you looked like, what kind of person you were, was a mystery to me. Our meeting is not the fate that I have been seeking for five thousand years in front of the Buddha, nor is it the chance meeting of two colorful butterflies in the millennium reincarnation that were in love with each other in the past life. Our encounter is a coincidence of fate and a feast carefully arranged by destiny.
The first time I saw you, you are like a shock, eyes with spring water, clear waves of hope, shoulder if cut into the waist if about the Su, muscle if fat if the orchid, a knitted brows and a smile moving. I marveled at your beauty, beauty like heavenly fairy, beauty let my soul fly away. I am thus sure that you are the person I want to wait for the fate of the person who can hold hands **** degree of life, love each other, through thick and thin, mutual help, never give up, and grow old together. Love, the initial feeling, is electrocution, is the heart of the induction, is the heart of each other. Meet you, I think you belong to me, is my favorite person in this life. The most important thing to remember is that you have to be able to get the best out of your life, and you have to be able to get the best out of your life, and you have to be able to get the best out of your life.
Previously for love, a hundred turns. In the sea of people, searching hard, but just in vain, thought the true love is just a legend passed down for thousands of years. Inadvertently, in that fireworks in March, the green fat red thin Acacia Lake, you such as a delicate lotus flower, blooming in my rainy red dust. There is no little defense, there is no trace of concern, you are so out of my world, bring me a surprise, can not help it, as if a dream, as if it is fate, destiny. You pay for the love of that obsession, for the obsession to pay for that beautiful, I remember in my heart. We interlocked fingers, holding each other, walking through the desolate desert, trekking in the climb of water plants in the dangerous beach, through the vicissitudes of the world, tasted the suffering of the world, you from a stranger into my dearly beloved people, you are y rooted in my mind, my dreams, my heart, my sweet song. The road of life is long, thank you for accompanying me to experience the sweet and sour, wind and rain on the road of life; thank you for accompanying me to embark on the journey of thorns and thistles, and woes and blessings are hard to predict. You are a beautiful rainbow in the red dust, is the most beautiful scenery, red dust with you, red dust beautiful. The red dust has you, the red dust is full of strong love. With you on the way, I am willing to suffer a little pain. All the way to have you, my world is no longer lonely; all the way to have you, my world is no longer barren; all the way to have you, my world sunny, spring flowers.
I have also been canoeing on the Xizi Lake in "light makeup and thick smear is always appropriate", and I have been singing on the Guilin landscape in "the river as a green belt, the mountain as a jasper hairpin"; I have also been in love with the majestic Great Wall of China, wandering around the sacred Potala Palace; I have also been intoxicated by the beautiful Huangshan Mountain, and I have also been in the beautiful Huangshan Mountain, and I have also been in the beautiful Huangshan Mountain, and I have been in the beautiful Huangshan Mountain. Enchanted in the beautiful Huangshan Mountain, intoxicated in the magical Jiuzhaigou. In the "Qin time bright moon" reflection has seen the "Han time off", in the "terracotta warriors" under the escort has seen "the true face of Mount Lushan", in the "fragrance of rice said year", in the "Xiting sunset". In the "sunset of the stream pavilion", "startled a gull", in the "Gusu city outside the cold mountain temple" to listen to the "half of the night bells to the passenger boat! "。。。。。。 Sweetly snuggled together, lingering in the Tang Dynasty and Song Dynasty, we will often be intoxicated do not know the way back, "the Xinglian evening boat, mistakenly into the lotus root flower depths."
Sometimes, holding hands together, in order to feel each other's tenderness; sometimes, holding hands together, in order to learn and understand cherish the long and long; sometimes, sometimes, I will firmly believe that everything has an end, get together and leave sometimes, there is nothing can be immortalized. Let me stay in love with you never let go, wait until the scenery are to see through, I will accompany you to see a long stream. I'm not sure what I'm looking for, but I'm sure I'll be able to find a way to make it work for you. I have no complaints, no regrets, no regrets, no regrets, 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, and I'm going to be able to do it," he said.