means not willing to wake up from the dream, dream side of the true love is forever, the years years of years is easy to lose, the Buddha does not ferry me, I own love and cherish themselves!
This is a prose:
Unconsciously into the autumn, and the heart does not want to grow up, the season is still colorful, but I am in the corner of the silence. I want to live a simple life, live out their own piece of pure color, with the wind, free. A person quietly and foolishly love themselves, do not want to burn tears into scorching. On the road to love, I am the selfish one.
Choice of intersection, aggression is always so much, only loneliness is complete, to the left and right, listen to the heart. In the depths of the heart, the longing as a lone flower. Daylight pouring warm, want to let the soul coloring, peeling off those flashy dodge, and frozen those past events, has been sleeping peacefully. No longer pry open, not wake up. No matter how difficult it will always be trekking, the other side of the flower blossom whether it can be cultivated without having to count.
Flower blossom and fall, years of dyeing fingers twilight. Maybe it is not important to look down on the life, everything is not important. I'm not a god, simple and ordinary a woman, like this green in a touch of childish, jumping vivid notes, three thousand stupid Zi body, flowers bloom geometric final sinking. I've been looking forward to spring for years and years, and the Champs are full of leftover tear stains.
Silent water is deep, flowers bloom without sound. The time of the waves and shadows caught the eyes of who? The first thing you need to do is to get rid of all the flamboyant edges and throw the scribbles into the wind. People say that "love is timeless", but I say it's like a dream, not a dream. The soul floats half-risen, the dream is drunk and wakes up empty, tearing the heart into a mess. I can't believe that I'm actually looking at the flowers in the fog, pretending to be lighthearted.
The fragrance of the flowers is not as good as the old wine, but the drunkenness of my footsteps. Sometimes, loneliness is a kind of bitterness, but I am hard to drink it all. In the hot sweet and mellow, aftertaste of their own drunkenness. Love some sentimental music, is to hit the bone like. The kind of hidden in the deepest loneliness, was gently stirred, let the music quietly kiss their own cool. Loneliness is like wine, strong time, the heart will be scorched to the hot.
Look at the scenery, put the eyes of the heart in the flowing wind, turn the pages of the book, the heart of the story engraved into immortal poetry, towering and appendage. Floating life through a few cold, into the heart and bones of the people and things, occasionally three or two and memory traces, such as the fragrance of flowers for a while, the leaves fall to the ground. I think it's a good idea to read the tears, chanting the ink sadness.
Life is a practice, experience more, naturally understand some of the world, but also fade the so-called lonely. The heart, the state of mind how can we do without distractions ah. The mountain is still the mountain, the water is still clear blue. The only thing that has changed over time is the people who have come through the years, and the door to the house is silent, adding Chinese hairpins. 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. Life has turned out to be so simple. Idle, loneliness is a kind of tea, slow tasting fine drinking a shallow sweet. Happiness is very simple, not how much you have, but not much! I can't say, no need to say, happiness comes from treating and struggling after the release.
Warm winds blowing softly along the embankment willow, picking plums slow down the wine. 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 you'll be able to do it all in one place. The afternoon, enjoy the peace and quiet that the time gives. At this moment, the wind has passed by without a trace, softening the fragrance of the hair, and the flowers are blooming without words, warming up the despondency. The world of the old days, the red dust and I was the illusion of the dream, never real. And now settled down mood, thoughts lightly, if you can just keep walking to the dream of the sky bridge clouds.
I will be silly to see myself now happy look, light smile into the flower of a wisp of fragrance. When you face life bravely, the words of complaint become redundant hot. Listen to a Qingping music, dance a drunken spring breeze. The mood of laziness and idleness drifts away with the music. The long, long, in the fingertips incense, life's most mediocre time, but the hysterical venting of madness. The memory instantly becomes the past.
It's been a long time since I waited for the person who is in tune with my heart, writing and singing. The first thing that you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you'll be able to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. Let me be my own little woman's mold.
The Buddha said: "Do what you are destined to do with the people who are destined to do it! Floating life up to a hundred years, if you can not embrace each other in one life, then I only borrowed your ride rolling, your tenderness is like water, my thousands of miles of dreamland .........