The most tear-jerking love article, is there really such an article? In fact, the tears that catalyze nothing more than their own lonely heart. Here is what I have organized for you about, I hope it is useful to you!
About 1:You are finally a section of my dusty Gotham
Author: Flower Ritual Spirit Child
In a previous life, I was a love flower. Only bloom in your heart,
Only to meet you. The cycle of the four seasons, for you to open all the winter and summer, **** you walk through spring and fall. The carpet of flowers and rain fall, send you a blessing, hope you a world of peace.
The high mountains and flowing water, buried for you to think of each other, accompanied by your drunken years. The first time I saw this, I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you.
In this life, I am an orchid. Open in your memory, awakening the warmth of the previous life.
In the past life, the earthly destiny is not yet finished; in this life, with love to continue. Orchid, another life, tenderness as such, I would like to open on the windowsill, and you rely on half a life, *** smile red dust. Wish, pour all the time, welcome a warmest look back at you, do not seek to meet the city, only for the two hearts follow each other. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
Lifetime, a life; two degrees of reincarnation, finally, in exchange for a happy with you. So, looking forward to the rest of the day, there can be a plain companion, is joy. Seek, just leaning on the building to listen to the wind and rain of the simple, just look at the ordinary Jianghu Road, just laugh and listen to the smoke and rain fall calm. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Remember, you said that the company is the most beautiful happiness.
Remember, you said that watching the flowers fall, listening to the water flow, is the most comfortable companion. Remember, you said the end of the world, is the most happy together.
Dear, with you in love, is the greatest happiness. I'm not looking forward to it, I'm not waiting for it to be over. I have always thought that love is eternal; I have always thought that the years of silence, will always be together; I have always thought that the end of days, never say goodbye.
But why, you turn around and forget in the dust, leaving me alone in the depths of time empty memories.
But why, you promised me a lifetime of love, but broke my life love. But why, you will be each other's memories, thrown down in the red, let the years wither, let the time a hundred turns a thousand times. Why? Memories flow through your fingertips, you have not picked it up, save a complete tenderness. The grass is not emotionally confused return road, sad time, alone idle stay, smoke and rain broken intestines place. This ground poetry line, how to break the parting, for a dusty chance.
And who? Who is under the Bodhi, the tire rest this paper parting of the sadness.
Is it, you and I young infatuation, just a fruitless karma. Whether, you and I love, just a heartless lost. So, I and you, silent farewell.
Always thought that a blossom, meet you is the happy inflorescence.
Always thought, a life cycle, have you is a happy ending. I always thought that the red candle was lit, and the promise of a long life would come true. Always thought, will be with the son hand in hand, white head to old age. Later, only to understand, that is a time cycle of the wrong, that is a flower season bloom and fall of the wrong, that is a marriage fruit is difficult to complete the wrong. Then, who can scatter the red dust, noiselessly waiting for the flower season. The moon is lost, fading the warmth of the season. The red dust is lonely, broken a world of tenderness. The water flows long, finally, love into pain, love into sadness, parting the most bitter. Finally, love is like a silk net, hate has no place to vent. Finally, the heart has a thousand knots, knot knot for love injury.
Flower blossoms full of days, red broken who pity? When all the memories are indifferent, when all the beautiful lost.
For you, fall into the root of the attachment. The first thing you need to do is to get into a situation where you can't get out of the car and you can't get out of the car. The dream of a dream, love, pain for a lifetime. A song of parting a song of sadness, a love sorrow a hate. How to love and hate the rest, for a party of calm dust, sitting lightly in the years. Buddha said, a thought a pure, heart is a lotus flower bloom. In this world, there is no sword that can really cut off the lotus roots. Let me from now on clean, cut off this love affair, from now on forget. I'd rather forget about each other than to be together. Looking forward to, from now on, the heart will always open a green lotus, cut off the love, but love and hate, forget the red dust. Night, I pen down a note of lovesickness, fireworks broken season.
About 2:Love is a dream, I always oversleep
Author: Autumn Flying Flowers
Three thousand worlds, floating light, a few more deep love like this, a few more red men and women, and finally become a stranger on earth! How many vows of the end of the world, have become the wind in the flotsam. May the men and women of the world gather under the Bodhi tree. Drink a cup of Zen tea, read a chapter of scripture, and watch the flowers of the Bodhi tree fall and blossom. Carry a Zen bag on your back and walk on the earth, with the green hills as the curtain and the flowing water as the stage. The water is the road, and the lotus is the boat.
A little bit of the spirit, true love gifted to who; a flower hoe, tears buried who? The mottled years, recorded in the years, those who beat the horse and the time in the Que Que Qing lyrics from deep to shallow. The moon is like water, cold and cold clear, draw away from the edge of the silk of the past life, the memory of the chain of beads fell into a ground like water if the dream of the lingering. Perhaps, in this life, you and I are destined to be in the world, do a dream trip, no flowers and no fruit, no beginning and no end.
The night in the ethereal music banishment, slowly flowing, time flow, a season of prosperity, all kinds of jinxes entrusted to the strings, quiet down the heart, such as this music, a little bit of shredded memories of the past, different tones tell a different story, let a thousand kinds of limp dancing in the night, such as water, in the music of the whirlwind of a life.
Who was in tears in the past life? The drama of the mistake of yin and yang has been staged for thousands of years and is still being repeated. Who is with a beautiful lie woven a bitter dream? And who locks the tenderness of that one life with deep eyes?
An eternal promise to warm a heart. The world, the world, meet a person, in love with a person, to repair how many destiny? An encounter, a turn, a fireworks, leaving a light ink book, that is in the heart of the deepest wound.
This is a silent love song, what kind of instrument should be used to write, the vicissitudes of this world? Your carelessness, I use a lifetime of writing, your look back between, I use a lifetime of long sigh. The wind and flowers, how to edit this section?
One encounter, destined to be the vicissitudes of your life. Falling in the August osmanthus fragrance, you laugh, I used a lifetime of chasing, and I, but the achievement of your hands can not be clear scroll, written by the crazy gesture, between the splash of ink, but the hands of the pen is stationed, lightning-like drift away, leaving behind a residual scroll that no one can understand, only to wait a hundred years later, with a broad body copying, can be reproduced. At the beginning of the pen, now the remnants of the body, it is such a banal thing.
After turning around, this goes to the flow of years, write a winter snow clinging to each other, and then, in the snow, write down a person's vicissitudes of the world, and a song of a dream of a thousand searches. The watershed of the years, the depth of love and shallow, depending on the watch, tell all the thoughts of the fall, cocoon into a butterfly feelings, true love as lotus. The old dream is like an appendix, the falling flower is full of sky. The other side of the moon, is the blue sky of the smoke and rain. S like a dream, heart like floating clouds, in the vastness of the sky, entangled with a touch of sweetness you give me. In this life, there is love, only because the previous life has a date, the flow of years, stand on the Cape, but can not look at the other side of the shore, only because the other side of the dream, only because the dream has no you.
Welcome to the spring to send winter to the wind blowing dike willow, a road a person walk alone, a landscape a person slowly taste, perhaps we were the so-called love each other, but it is a stranger to the blossoms of the clouds, the depths of the smoke, those vows, but also the fingertips of the pen of fondness, meet again at a familiar intersection, and each other have not been in the past the affectionate greetings.
Thought that this life can stand for you into a fascinating scenery, but fell into oblivion at the end of the world alone line, whose tears? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it.
Time, will allow us to draw a period for many stories. Quiet people, in the time to the heart, raise appropriate more stable, by the time to polish off those those sad past, occasionally remember, just a memory, feet on the ground, the ground in the feet, life, there is always a road, we must go, perhaps rugged, perhaps flat, rugged, as a training, flat, as happiness. Look at the city of the sky, floating clouds, I do not know, is not every cloud, are hidden in a beautiful as a butterfly legend? Our story, is not also in a cloud, sleeping peacefully, sealed. Love is a dream, I always oversleep, too late to dream.
About 3:If I were a lotus, I would only want to open for you gracefully
Author: Rainy Dance
Three lifetimes of the soul, the only thing that is remembered is the king. If you can, I would like to retreat from the world of the brocade, in the smoke and water of the river incarnation of lotus, ethereal out of the dust, in the water, according to the shadow. I will surplus a cloud and water Zen heart, elegant and graceful open, let time pass, wind and clouds come and go, not sad, not happy, just waiting for you to come.
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Month on the top of the willow, the heart, in the fireworks between the lonely wandering. Looking at the bright Milky Way, a touch of thought from the frown slipped between, that the world away from the empty Konghou, this time the strings are also silent, the song is also speechless. I would like to, in this June rainy season, hand in hand with you, light boat through the waves, to go to a city blossom.
Since the gentleman after the kind of lovesickness, you miss or do not miss, I let this a glazed heart only for you to fall in love. Regardless of the gathering and dispersal, I am silently weaving a pool of quiet lotus dream, dipped in a Jiangnan water rhyme, every morning and evening written into the dusty red dust infatuation. After my love by you, all the old songs no longer listen to, all the old words no longer renewed. For you, I almost alienated from the whole world, day and day only with the lonely shadow for companionship, night and night only with the words relative.
Rolls of heart language, hidden in the wind and clouds, waiting for you to read. If you understand, everything outside the body can be thrown, all unreal and real are not important. As long as the heart, love can be more than wings, regardless of the flowers and moon, or green fat and red thin; regardless of the spring flowers, or cold and snow ice, my heart sky will always be clear, always beautiful. With your persistence, even without words, I am also full of joy, every day is the pattern of flowers, even if the gray days can also live a living color. If one day and you can no longer connect the line, I think, I will go into the wreckage of the city, from now on, into the deeper loneliness, a word of joy book not.
Nowadays, the years of dyeing incense, must be because of you; describe eyebrow makeup, must be for you. The road of love has you, my footsteps are no longer messy, no longer flow Zeng Zhen. The world of love with you, my years no longer moonlight, my night no longer sleep alone. As long as with you, my mood will be transformed into a butterfly, day limp in the line of time, even if the years withered, even if there is no boiled wine plum, never full of flowers, I will be in the wind and rain to and fro, smile sweetly, a life of peace and quiet, do not sigh Lingding.
Meeting you, I really heard the wonderful chords of the mountains and rivers. I fell in love with you I really understand, there is a kind of love in the red dust is, people can not be broken up, the stick can not be separated from the death of the followers. A wai Tang wind and Song rain, listen to a song "know each other like a mirror", the story of this life is destined to intertwine with you, entangled, this love once started, only extended, no curtain. Jiangnan smoky water road, you no longer hit the horse and passed, I no longer know no search.
You said, for me you would like to give up the mountains and rivers, to take the flowers lazy review, turn the world, just with me *** a corner of the room, pick chrysanthemums, cooking rain into the tea, enjoy the wind and listen to the rain, a world of happiness; I said, for you I would like to throw away the world's prosperity, the dress belt widening end unrepentant, the rain and smoke, and only with you according to a skeleton window, ink, poetry, *** shear red candles, hand in hand, with the son, with the son to grow old. You said, the world of a hundred winks thousand red, you only love me; I said, the temptation of the world, I only love you thick. In this world, you will not be too late for me, I will not be too late for you, always believe that this love will be the same as the sun and the moon, and happiness relative to the millennium cycle.
"Only because of the sensation of a review of the gentleman, so that I think of the gentleman and twilight". No matter where, no matter where, you, always in my eyes, in my heart. At the end of the world, I am willing to use a lifetime of pure and absolute love to feed our love. I will always remember that day in the temple, we knelt together in the hall burning incense to seek Buddha's scene. When you and I carved our names on the concentric lock, I knew that in this life, you will not marry me, I will not marry you. The vow on the red wishing belt will be realized in the repeated return of the Buddha's words, and one day, you will put on the ceremonial dress for me, and I will ònail up three thousand silk for you.
In the future, the southern red beans we plant together, the northern white snow we enjoy together. I will not forget, that day with you holding hands *** step we *** with the name of the "marriage bridge" and "love reincarnation bridge", and both bowed down to worship the old man. You and I both believe that after walking across those two bridges, no matter how time changes, you and I will never rub shoulders and miss our destiny in life. You and I have agreed that in the next life, you will wait for me to drift out of the dust by the beautiful landscape.
Know what? I put the love spell quietly set on you, in order to just do not let you leave. If you know, from now on, we have a hand dipped in the ink of the years, a write a poetic life, we have to devoutly cultivate for the love, planting good thoughts, bearing good fruits, together will be in the heart of the fondness night and night chanting, will be unrepentant inlaid in the petals of the true love, so that our love will surely render the aroma of the ground, swaying, colorful.
In the white light of day, I just want to hold a grace with you, *** to the flow of years cups and lanterns, hand in hand, laughing about the past and present. The end of the world is not what you and I really want to end, I have put the love of the vermilion engraved on your heart, I long for the warmth of the fingers, longing for the warmth of the lips and teeth together. Some people say that the flower of love is only half bloomed, I want to say, to open to open thoroughly, to open to open brilliantly. We want to let love always bloom next, angry in the South of every season, blossom is love.
Remembering the words of Siddhartha Gautama: "Reaching out takes a moment, holding hands takes many years, no matter who you meet, he is the person whose life you should appear, never by chance". In fact, no matter whether it is predestined arrangements or red dust by chance, I will always be grateful for this encounter to know each other, glad to meet you in the sea of people. Because of love, I can be crazy for you at any time. I would like to be a woman as a lotus, for you to open gracefully, blooming like poetry. Years and years, cherish the fate, cherish the love, weak water three thousand, only take a dipper drink. This life meets, no matter how much water, no matter whether it is robbery or fate, I would like to butterfly dance in your one person of the clouds and water, willow bank starry sky.
"If the flowers bloom and attract each other, the flowers fall and do not leave each other". The night is already dark outside the window. In the sky, there is a meteor shower falling in your direction, I put my hands together, so that a cluster of heart flowers, silent in the bottom of the heart, only a wisp of dark fragrance to the meteor sent to you. Jun, if you receive, please come to dream in the son of time, tonight, we, do not see not see ...... not see, do not disperse!