Looking back between the old city fell out of the rich and famous, I wish to my hundred years of loneliness in exchange for this life without worry. As time passes quietly, but also walked through many places, experience once again sad and happy, but once again through the vicissitudes of the world, all feel that all this is like a dream.
As if the curtain dream, no matter how beautiful, and finally had to face the naked reality to accept the reality. Yes, the end of the flowers must wake up, please do not sigh the reality of how bitter.
In the bleak moonlight, my eyes are dense with moisture, looking at the falling flowers in the rain dance with the wind, spinning a burst of pink curtains, and finally secretly floating, full of heartbreak.
Inadvertently I picked up a falling flower, looking at the petals on the last touch of red, covering my heart as a huge wave of surging thoughts. Whether it is complaining to me, why it and the wind without thinking about the separation, but it seems to have missed the past life and present life?
The cool wind is relentless, blowing away the colorful flowers. Perhaps the flowers do not know, this wind ah with a hint of sadness only to meet with it for a short time, just for a moment ......
Every woman is like a flower, woman as a flower, flowers bloom like a dream, colorful and tender, tender and sentimental, in the tender years, quietly blossomed, bloomed enthusiastically, and finally quietly flow in the age of the The long river ......
When the flowers bloomed a season, the breeze wrapped around the branches, flying flowers lovingly, extraordinarily lingering, but when the season changes, but in vain left the remnants of the red all over the ground, full of depression, the flowers bloomed over and over again, reenacting a scene of warmth and beauty of the dream, but constantly awakened from a dream, but also constantly looking forward to the continuation of the dream.
If you talk about the past, those who recalled countless times the sadness are in a flash from the mind flashes. There are no years to go back, so now I am not only the protagonist of these stories, but also gradually become the person who said these stories.
Nowadays, I can calmly tell others about my past hurts and pains, and calmly judge the rights and wrongs of what I did at that time, but maybe only those who were once by my side with all their heart and soul can realize those joys and sorrows that can't be expressed in words.
I know that no one's life will always be clear and sunny, but also need to be nourished by the wind and rain. Maybe I still can't face the ups and downs of the road, maybe I still have to go through a lot of wind and rain, but I've been able to calmly deal with the weather as the life of the general rapid change.
Sometimes I feel like I can't hold on, and when I think life will be a pale white, I choose not to turn back and go on, and I find that it's not as bad as I imagined, and I'm not as fragile as I imagined at all.
I think I will be a strong woman flower, even if sometimes hear a song or so silly tears, even if sometimes continuous into the dilemma, but bite the teeth actually came through. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the services you need.
I think that women are not only as beautiful as flowers, but also strong and resilient enough to make flowers bloom undefeated!
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