1 . Love is the oddball of life, beautiful and noble, spotless, like a snow lotus growing on the edge of the absolute cliff, purity and loyalty is the air and sunshine of her growth. Life can not come to half the dust of hypocrisy and deception, otherwise, the flower of love may wither overnight. The heart to set up a secret plan, the cold moon buried flower soul, a selfish lie, enough to cut off a beautiful love.
2 . The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. The years, as in the past, quietly passing, quietly dipping, the true nature of life. There is a dream, from the initial heartbeat. It will grow up, will talk, will run, will accompany you to cry, accompany you to laugh. How like an innocent child, tender face full of life's vibrant rhythm. Innocent eyes, swirling bright dreamy expectations.
3 . This world has many dreams, each dream has a world. The day has passed and then bright and beautiful, but also only the length of a memory; will soon come to the night and then miserable and sad but also just vague uncertain outline. In the past and the future of the change in our old age, will be wooden. But finally realized that the original dusk is the most beautiful bloom of time.
4 . The road of life who may not be smooth sailing, everyone may encounter some setbacks and failures, but also encounter unsatisfactory things, the problem is to see how you face. To be a happy person is not difficult. First of all, to maintain an optimistic mentality, followed by a normal heart, for fame, money and love do not look too heavy, and do not deliberately to pursue, should hold a gain of calm, the loss of the attitude of calm.
5 . Life itself is a blossom. The brewing of the buds, the passion of the bloom, the precipitation of the withering. You can hear the sound of the flowers blooming, that is a kind of life burst; you can smell the intoxicating fragrance of flowers, that is the embodiment of the value of life. Even though the flowers do not open, the fragrance does not come, but life in the effort to walk through, and why fear the vicissitudes of failure. Looking back, brilliant, withered, the journey of life has stepped out of the fragrant footprints, you only need to smile like a flower.
6 . We have laughed at the passing of the years, we have experienced the vicissitudes of life, we have experienced the cold and warmth of people, we have endured, the edge of the edge of the deep and shallow, we have suffered. The journey of life is a run, all the way to the ditch, non-stop across, all the way to the sour, constantly beyond, all the way to maturity, grateful. Appreciate a spring flowers, see a season of red, treasure a know, journey in a hurry, just a gain or loss of compatibility of the road, banishment of a mood, but also a soul a free, let life all the way to sing.
7 . The heart of the water is calm, the heart of the water is light, you see, water, a flat as a mirror, cloud and moon which, happy. Water, with a calm and light heart, a gentle flow and go, meet some obstacles and gently bypass, why bother so much, the heart level and light flow from the smooth; such as all the way straight, that's better, I can also enjoy the flow, a thousand miles, the waves surging, I will also be waving my dash, my indulgence.
8 . Walking in the red dust, the years bring us not only wrinkles breeding, and the true realization of life. When the wind blew over the years, blew down the ignorance, blew away the complaints bleak, but blew open the flowers of mature wisdom! Precipitation, sublimation, collection, the mark of the years is naturally drawn by a person, life is also in this trace along the right track. Gradually, gradually farther and farther away from the beauty, and finally, to the peak of splendor.
9 . Jiangnan in the spring is beautiful, the wind is very soft, the air is very fresh, the sun is very warm; wheat seedlings in the fields like a sea, starry villages are unsinkable boat, crisscrossing the curved river, the river willow branches spit out the buds, reed edge drilled out put when through the green; river calm water, awakening from the winter's vegetative, by the colors of nature dressed in green and green.
10 . The ancient talent a few love, pay the river to the east. The north country scenery is good, Nalan returned, the love affair is not over. Zhu Hua Cao Zijian, sense of Zhen world know, Zhen Fei do not know. Song, red rain pouring flooded memories, memories how to dive? Your beautiful eyes such as the year flow between my heart. Sense when the flowers also splash tears, the dome of the sky will be old, your love, the steadfastness of love, a moment we are in love. Your song, lingering in our hearts, we will be in love with a century.
11 . In the earthly world far away, I will often for a volume of old ink and meditation, for the courtyard deep sorrow and tears, for not a trace of dust of the tenderness of the woman and moved. Imagine, the pale face of the city of red face, light fingers, facing the Tang wind and Song rain, leaning in the water, the depths of the clouds gently chanting, that the quiet, light smile freely leisurely, if the elves in the years of the flow of water, so that the people of a thousand times, forgetting the troubles of the world, and willing to drunkenly laugh with the king.
12 . When many talented and tender women, there is a little sadness, a little poetry, a little lethargy, but they are as gentle as the moon, HuiQiLanXin, the kind of pleasing to the eye to teach people to be intoxicated. If you spread out the scroll, ink copying, the light of the scroll is exuding the fragrance of orchids, like a leaf stained with rain and dew of the lotus, such as lotus sitting in the line of the volume of the flat oblique, so that countless talented people pulse of admiration. They are the ancient color and fragrance of the age-old flower in the ancient style, they are the moon like bright poetry. That charm, that watery gentleness, is a scroll that you never tire of reading.
13 . As if in the wilderness, a beautiful enjoyment swirl in the eyes, the eyes touch, it is pure like a painting has just been printed and dyed, the sky is like a no one beat but polished exceptionally shiny gong; birds chirping from the green grass, and the breeze gently shaking down the bushes in the rhythm and the beat; the air exudes a variety of flowers and grasses is diffused leisurely. Autumn rhyme to the beautiful lust into all things, so, with the green water embrace, with the group of Lan snuggle, and the earth kiss, and the living souls dance!
14 . In the rainy season in Jiangnan open a small light blue umbrella, and the light rain fall, sitting at the end of the stream to see the sunrise and sunrise, the tide rise and fall, the clouds fly, this everlasting longing has seeped into my blood, so that I have a kind of elegant attitude towards life. In fact, penetrate the true meaning of life, the need for the accumulation of years, the need for the ancient truth. I dream of Jiangnan, never drumming, never luxury, never clamor, it is calm and real, is the quiet beauty of life, is the original innocence of life?
15 . The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. It laughs, the world will be brilliant, birds and flowers, it cries, the world will begin to pass sadness. The cloud is above my eye brows, building a nest for my dreams. The cloud is in the sky, stretching its wings, taking the sorrows and pains of the earthly world into its arms, and then turning into tears, washing away the filth of the world. Sometimes it turns into a storm, rolling up the world's garbage and making desire shiver at the top of tall buildings.
16 . A man, a city, a lifetime of heartache. The search for a thousand mountains and tens of thousands of waters, this life cycle, you are still my wait as one, but I am not your ultimate dependence. Hundreds of turns and turns, who will remember those flower blossom season, hastily faded buds, missed not returnees, just passers-by. For you to weave a dream of deep love, floating life as a dream, how to tell the ghostly thoughts, and ultimately the dream is broken into empty, since then, for a person to guard a city alone.
17 . Finger red dust, a cycle of reincarnation has become death, gently popping open the body of the smoke and dust, who poured out the end of the world of thoughts, those prosperous grief into the past, leaving me alone to look for the original location, gently looking for traces of the past. A volume of the west wind over blowing mess my thoughts, this life, who promised me half of the city of smoke and sand; a tree blossoms sting my eyes, this life, who protect me no longer withered. No one understand the language of flowers, who is entangled with flowers ****.
18 . A step a falling ink, a thought a lifetime of love. The deep love between you and me has long been interpreted into a que que beautiful lines of poetry, closed eyes will always remember the first time I saw the beautiful stunning, the net sea more than a few passers-by, a few people look back? The first thing you need to do is to look at the flowers blooming and falling in front of the court, and let the clouds roll over. You are in my peace of mind, do not love the dust heart injury, do not ask where to go tomorrow? I will not miss the beauty of falling flowers and flowing water in this life, I will cherish the love of mountains and flowing water, if you do not leave, I will live and die with each other.
19 . There are millions of encounters in the world, and there is a kind of encounter is called a glimpse of the heart, a glimpse of the red dust, you will stare at me deep inside, and I began to fall for you step by step for this glance, just want to have your warm companion nothing else to ask for, the weak water to take a dipper to drink, just want to enjoy the world of your own, quiet reading. Keep a promise to tell the love, step into your warm city, people's life has many good, and I love is with you in mutual admiration.
20 . Memory of the green vine is still hanging on the thought of the scented bag, I and love if there is no reincarnation, why that green hills, that green water, that far people, all seem to have déjà vu? Perhaps, I was your journey to rest when leaning on a balsam camphor tree, was your leisure fishing when released a tail of Aegean fish, or your jacket pocket near the heart of the metal buckle, just dense with a wisp of your breath.
21 . Beauty it is like a magician, in the seasons of warm and cold change the beauty of the scenery. Beauty is also categorized: there is a magnificent sea beauty; desert smoke of the majestic beauty; a lake reflecting the quiet beauty of the autumn moon; there are pine waves such as the thunder of the majestic beauty; there is the quiet beauty of the flowers before the moon; there are flowers and willows of the beauty of the colorful beauty; there is a fog to see the mountains of the misty beauty; there are years of cold and the beauty of the three friends of the noble beauty; there is the rain of bananas and the beauty of the lightness of mind.
22 . Persistent life in front of the Buddha sitting in the lotus touch, rhythmic love thoughts light up the heart of the unending candlelight. Through the snowflakes, I feel the echo of the warm moist airflow, perhaps beautiful flowers are ahead! Let the primitive passion swell, with the language of poetry to brighten the face of the other side of the joy, drunken state of beauty, in the corner of the years, quietly bloom!
23 . Treading on the moon with the wind, research into the ink of acacia, pen flowers, fill half a volume of words, in the shadow of the flower paper, any thoughts lingering, read you a thousand times, across the window of the years, will be fond of lightly described. A journey through the landscape, will be a person and rich; a time, will be a meeting and lush, the wind around the place, the heart as elegant green lotus, will be a Mae such as the water rhyme, exudes a bright and faraway Qingning, dusty, first acquaintance of the glance stare.
24 . Quiet night, looking at the curved moon, listening to the dome of the night from the light song. The heart in the starlight light song dance, dance in their own world. The field is still the dream of the city, want me in that bamboo hedge, spread long hair, cook a pot of tea whisked through the soul, in the curling aroma, the heart of the words to the stars in the sky. The smoke and the moon are quiet, and the starlight sprinkles a field of strings. Tonight do not need anything, I can drink with the shooting stars into the lamp, in the realm of empty and quiet, to make up for their own faint soul?
25 . Blue sky and white clouds, and the wind and warm sun, the grass grows and warblers fly, warblers sing and dance. The first thing to see is the peach blossom. The first thing you'll see is the peach blossom. The budding buds of the first bloom of a branch of a cluster of clusters of a group of trees, such as clouds like a cloud drifting in the dark green ink green wheat field above, Chu Chu moving as if sweetly smiling woman delicate and charming, the wind wrapped in a refreshing aroma. I can't help but think of who? I don't know where to go, the peach blossom is still laughing at the spring breeze?
26 . Seen all the way through the scenery, walked through a few miles of time, wandering heart, there are always a few lost. The time has gone, seasonal rotation, and life, is still in the low 'state. Smile, a touch of bitterness in the heart, recall, entangled, seems to be worried about the heart is still there. Light and shadow superimposed illusion, thoughts stranded, smile is always so far-fetched. I always want to hold the hand of time, warm in the years, warm in me, in the days of Qingning, feel the warmth of this season?
27 . Looking back, the years gradually blurred, in the time elongated silhouette, any bunch of eyes filled with attachment, bewilderment, and expectations. Time without trace, the wind and indifference, between the heart, sadness, helplessness, mind full of, let a ray of sunshine through the heart, but can not warm this bright autumn color. Thoughts wandering, indistinct and no charm, the door of the heart, behind a ray of sunshine, always feel so chilly. Is it? This is the autumn color omen cold is coming, is it? It is this season of autumn cool will continue to put the sadness.
28 . Read all the three thousand prosperous, suddenly realized that the beauty of the heart drunk, all the moods are the scenery of the March of Fireworks; pain to the heart like a knife, all the scenery is a broken heart mood; all kinds of scenery intertwined with the unchanging landscape, and all kinds of moods deduction of a course of a course of instantaneous change of life, just have not been stranded in a kind of love - commitment to your forever.
29 . The road, the red dust is small, flying flowers like a dream. The passing of time, like a floating in the sky of the mortal song. In the aftermath of the song, embracing a lamp of the heart, the past slowly recalled outlined. Then with a pen dipped in years will be gently rendered into a painting, in a drift down the broad distance, will be reluctant to give up exile. Looking back, the dust shook off in the gently, and then turned around with a smile and walked forward in the landscape splendor.
30 . Meeting needs heart to heart communication, need your heart like the young sun. Let your wisdom, your experience, your feelings, your pain are transformed into a ray of sunshine, to bring warmth to others, so that the meeting a bright. Meet is the inner beat of **** vibration, the heart is always the string, gently strum it, it will play a beautiful melody, need your kindness, your generosity, your loyalty, your persistence to render.
31 . Commitment is not a white cloud in the sky, free, floating; commitment is not a wave on the green wave, light, dashing; commitment is not a leaf on the surface of the water duckweed, floating uncertain; commitment is not a blip in the night, fleeting. Commitment is like a pearl, its crystal is the price of the clam's pain, but also the clam's glory; commitment is like a golden grain, its fullness is the crystallization of the farmer's hard sweat, but also the farmer's hope; commitment is like honey, its sweetness is the crystallization of the bee's diligence, but also the bee's pride.
32 . Vegetarian moonlight, the fragrance of osmanthus flowers, the cries of the mountain birds, people in the natural serenity and peaceful environment full of eyes and ears ethereal bright, will forget all the worries and pain, and suddenly feel that I am a body of things I have forgotten. Into the harbor of the soul, into my spiritual home. In the mesmerizing music, the air became light, the past became close, long pasted in the mouth of the heart of the depression is also a little bit far away, the heart happy dance?
33 . When the dust settles, the time but only you, only wish to promise a world of tenderness, since then not to leave and not give up; from now on, a promise of a thousand years, may the heart of the time, will always stay in that fragrant moment; so that infatuated with the heart of the heart, enchanting sentimental charm, in the reincarnation of the bridge waiting for? To be *** drunk on the west side of the building, holding hands; to be cut candles in the west window, around the fingers of tenderness; slowly and gently Xu, a thousand years of waiting, you don't come, I don't go; you don't go, I'm not old!