1. Years have passed and things have changed. On both sides of life and death, who in the deepest part of the world is looking forward to when we will meet again?
2. My heart is like a little one. The wooden boat has no development prospects in sight, but it is still moving forward. Who is destined to be the Shura God? I get rid of people coming and going inside every day. I feel in my heart that the years have passed by and cannot attract yesterday...
3. Spring dreams have no trace, summer nights are full of passion; time flies, and the years pass by. How much looking back, how much missing, how much sadness.
4. I can’t help the years passing by, and I can’t escape the youth here. How many experienced people, standing on the bank of the vast river of time, sigh that time is like an arrow, messing up the years.
5. The passing smoke and clouds make you unaware that you are a guest in your dream; the beauty of your family, like flowers, is not worth the passage of time.
6. How many hurried passers-by in this world, how many passing clouds, finally dispersed on the cliff of heaven with just a word of farewell, a sentence of passing years, a sentence of the past, after all, they are in the possession of The drama left. Colorful butterflies dancing on water sleeves dance in the breeze, warm jade produces smoke and harp geometric shapes; in a dream, the beauty is dreaming of selling incense, and the dawn moon rises and the person is still there; mandarin ducks play in the water and get drunk by the Qinhuai River, osmanthus trees fly in the palace in the sky; old memories surge up in the eyes, causing drunken tears Point to beauty. The word "heart" is still missing, my marriage has been blocked, and my life has been scattered and variable, but I have never been able to put it down. After all, I have left my thoughts in those fleeting years.
7. A beautiful family like a flower cannot withstand the passage of time.
8. Looking back, daily life is like poetry, years are like pictures, and the years are passing by.
9. Willows and smoke bloom on the street, flying flowers are like a dream, and two mandarin ducks are also drunk. Before I wake up, the endless flowers fly to lull me into sleep. Years pass by, and years pass by. April is the most beautiful day in the world.
10. Years have passed by, warm and full of dreams. Who has not had a youth as blue as the sky? Who has not had the years of being unruly, drunk, and looking up alone in the phantom night. Looking at the dim sulfur glass lights that flicker on and off, there are some bright shadows, and the lonely You Ge is charging in the deepest part of the night, ambushing everywhere and hiding everywhere.
11. In the light rain of the world, lean against a window and watch the passing years. A tree blooms and a curtain of dreams erases the most beautiful worldly scroll in April. Please allow me to express my longing for you with a brushstroke of the magnificent Qingyuan City and a few touches of breeze. In the story of time, you are the one that is most unforgettable in my heart. That fate, which is packed in the dust, has become a lotus of memory in my heart.
12. Sigh that time is fleeting, cherish the passage of time once and for all. My eyes are wet with your thoughts falling all over the place, but they are not in the past. I have missed this past year, and I can’t do it without you. The promise of waiting.
13. Youth is swaying like flowers on the treetops, disappearing into the forest garden in an instant. Years, like turbulent waves, are fleeting and will never return. Who is indifferent and sighs at the capital turnover of the sun and taiyin. Who makes the passing years fade with a smile.
14. There is a kind of encounter. Among tens of thousands of people, just one glance is the meeting of eyes with eyes; it is the keeping of heart with heart. A flower in full bloom, a love, crossing the wooden plank road across the seasons, transformed into a faint fragrance, charming every morning and evening, the fragrance of the passing years, the beautiful artistic conception of time on the fingertips.
15. Carry a touch of nostalgia and place it on the ferry of circulation. In the silhouette of life, walk and cherish it; in the passing years, never lose it or forget it.
16. Years pass by, the hustle and bustle becomes a shadow, and the world is like a dream. Who wants to be surrounded by fireworks, twining around the fingertips, and a beautiful scene in the dream, picking up the plain pen lightly, and growing up in the miserable implication of the waning moon? Save that exciting beauty. Over the past years, I have dreamed of flowers and butterflies, how can I interpret the worldly affairs? If I turn around on a strange road, my drunkenness will fade away, the frost, wind and snow will mix, and the water will be cold, how can I stop the virgin blood from draining and leaking.
17. In this life, you are in my heart, stained with the world, dissipating the sad thoughts, fate comes and goes, passing by, you have conquered my city, you have occupied my heart , a flower blooms, a love, the wooden plank road that crosses the seasons, transforms into a faint fragrance, charming every morning and evening, the fragrance makes the passing years, and the beautiful artistic conception touches the time on the fingertips.
18. The past cannot withstand the passage of time.
19. I saw the small snowflakes in front of the window, falling softly from my eyes. It used its tenderness to record the past that passed by for many years. It was gray on the side of the road in the big city. Under the light, when you look up, it's all your figure. Under the light, they slowly fall down with shining light. The wet ground clearly expresses the memory of the past... That white and flawless coldness. I am enlightened, you have left long ago, but I must be reborn.
20. Maybe after too much experience, life has inadvertently given out a Zen lotus. It is impossible to understand the floating life like a dream, so it only takes the time for a flower to bloom. To wait for the passing years of this life.
21. In the world of mortals, An Ran means these years of being with you heart to heart. Stay with each other and keep each other warm in the passing years. Write a story that belongs to everyone. Let the years pass by. Let the world go through vicissitudes of life. I also smile, and I have no regrets.
22. I don’t know if it’s looking back five hundred times or the training of the Forgotten River for thousands of years. I don’t know if we met each other accidentally or eventually. It is difficult to find a close friend in the vast sea of ????people, and it is difficult to find a close friend in the world. Meeting you is my fate. Beautiful encounters make every scenery beautiful in the passing years; warm acquaintances warm the cold winter in the heart.
23. How many years of passing beauty can attract the waning interest of the past? It’s me who plays it back and sees every day that passes by. When life comes to a breaking point, these people who used to be shoulder-to-shoulder have long since disappeared. I am still on the top of the mountain, seeing the flowers splashing out, and I can't help but sigh. Time is like a sharp blade, breaking the bond of brotherhood and breaking it. There is no way to gather them all.
24. The gentleness you sent me is blown gently, shyness is ignited in the eyes, the flowers wither, and the scenery can also arouse the redemption in the memory. There is no need to rush to answer for me. Just a moment of nodding is also a passage of time. Is there a trace of sadness hiding behind every promise? It’s just that I can’t help but miss you lightly.
25. The lighting effect in the memory flickers, reflecting the changing scenery of the passing years. In the silhouette pictures of the years, some people have gently stopped in my heart; some feelings will rise and fall in recollection. The familiar poems and notes are still filled with warmth, but they cannot keep up with the rush of time. A season of flowers is finally anchored by the gentle pace of time, leaving behind the passing loneliness.
26. Years pass by, flowers bloom on the purple road, and the itinerary for a period of time is interspersed with these movements that surge into the heart. Following the diversity of destiny, the memories of this journey are clearly organized. .
27. In the passing years, how should we capture the marriage that has disappeared in a hurry? There are also memories of this cage called loneliness, and how should we leave? If we are not willing to let go, it will cause heartbreak and heartache; when we are close, But there are also tears and sadness.
28. Whose loneliness covers my gorgeous clothes, and whose gorgeous clothes cover my shoulders? Even a beautiful family like flowers cannot withstand the passage of time. In this world of mortals, who can rely on? A person is like a rock, unable to withstand the clouds and smoke of the past. There are so many sorrows in the world, and one hatred lasts for a thousand years.
29. The passing years are gently blown by the wind, caressing the prayer wheel of time, the ferryman at the ferry has cycled many times, the flowers are blooming and withering, I can see through many autumns, leaning on the railing alone Lean, the deepest part of the clouds and mist is vast, when will you return in a boat, take my hands, and hold me in your arms.
30. Time is passing by, and time is gradually drifting away in the passage of time, while the green years only leave fragmentary and tortuous traces. Looking back at the old things, I always want to retain some. What, but what can't be made up for, what can't be grasped, old things flash in my mind for a moment, and my heart is uncertain. I really miss the time when the flowers bloomed in the past, and lament the passage of time.
31. Hold a cup of the moon, drink a cup of nostalgia, and let the dusty and dream-like interface of the past stay in my passing years.
32. Beautiful flowers and beautiful families are not worth the passage of time. The long memories and the most lovesickness are just past events that fade away like the wind and the years. The wind passes without leaving a trace, and the knife cuts off the water. The water flows even more, so how can memories be cut off?
Time is like a finger of quicksand, and aging is a period of time; embrace the years and treat the past with the mentality of a glass of water. Flowers bloom and wither, it’s all determined; joys and sorrows, partings and reunions, all need to be left to chance.
33. Whose appearance makes someone miss him all his life, like a beautiful flower, the years pass by! However, the road of life is just like the first sight. In my previous life, I burned incense, but I passed you by, missing out on my heart-warming nostalgia. Looking for you from now on, I can’t sleep! Now, I bend my fingers and indulge, your skin flashes through me again, but it’s not the same as before. In an instant, who can take advantage of the floating life and mess up the years?
34. The past years have passed away silently, the fragrance of books is blooming, I am dressed in plain clothes, the moon is covered with gauze, and the breeze is blowing me The face is accompanied by clouds and dreams, the peach blossom luck is the note, and the poems are endless. Many times the fragrant flowers are blooming, and the fragrance of ink lingers in the tree rings. The fragrant pool carries the fragrance for years to come.
35. Put on your clothes, hold a handful of light tea and open the window to the spring sun. Standing at thirty against the window, looking into the wind, there will always be some concise and brilliant feelings in the eyes, there will always be some vicissitudes of life, lightly passing through the fingertips, getting further and further into the passing years in the smile.
36. Memories are like sand, broken into pieces. Years pass by, and you look back; you are shocked and reflected. Time flies like an arrow, picking up a golden age at the fingertips, but the fragmented past is as cold as dusk. Looking back at the years we spent together, we looked up at the stars; looking back at the soft and warm words beside our ears, they seemed like an epiphyllum. With a sigh, everyone is safe at the end of the world.
37. Years have passed, and the once popular actor and actress has turned gray on his temples, and has been forgotten by many people like yesterday's flowers. However, the time and storm that I have gone through are still clear at a glance but have never been changed or forgotten.
38. Tonight I am sitting alone by the window, writing briefly about the Chinese years. I like to turn silence into a collection of clear words, and taste them carefully...gently, close to your smile, A wisp of book fragrance permeates the fingertips. Perhaps this season is more suitable for reminiscing. Years have passed, the essence is a finger of quicksand, and aging is a period of time. On the way of reminiscing about each other, pick up a wisp of wind in reminiscences, admire the warm and beautiful years, and lean on the time. Deep in the depths, waiting for the flowers of time to bloom...
39. The years go by, and the tenderness slips away, but the memory settles...
40. The years go by, and it is lively If it is a dream, who was in the past life and who is now, write to relieve fatigue, and the ink dyes the heart with fragrance. I just want a ray of deep love in that time. Staring, the autumn wind and autumn rain are like poetry. At this time, a few words float from the sky, I will love you forever.
41. Years pass by, the hustle and bustle becomes a shadow, and the world is like a dream. Who wants to be surrounded by fireworks, twining around the fingertips, and a brocade show in the dream, picking up the plain pen lightly, and growing up in the miserable implicitness of the waning moon? Save that exciting beauty. Over the past years, I have dreamed of flowers and butterflies, how can I interpret the worldly affairs? If I turn around on a strange road, my drunkenness will fade away, the frost, wind and snow will mix, and the water will be cold, how can I stop the virgin blood from draining and leaking.
42. In this life, you are in my heart, stained with the world, dissipating the sad thoughts, fate comes and goes, passing by, you have conquered my city, you have occupied my heart , a flower blooms, a love, the wooden plank road that crosses the seasons, transforms into a faint fragrance, charming every morning and evening, the fragrance makes the passing years, and the beautiful artistic conception touches the time on the fingertips.
43. In fact, as the years pass by, too much happiness is lost in the rush, and too many shortcomings fall into the helplessness. At this moment, just this moment, I no longer care about worry and Feng Chen's sleepless nights. Just a graceful and elegant beauty, replying to the ink marks of pure brocade, even a moment of warmth, is already an eternal simplicity. lt; gt;
44. Years have passed, and I miss you all over the world. Even in the prosperous age, fireworks cannot overcome a piece of loneliness. I only hope you can solve my love crisis.
45. In the cold life, a greeting, a smile, and a hug can warm people's hearts, and life will become more wonderful because of brilliance; time will pass by staying with each other and loving each other. As time goes by, people write stories based on their experiences, and in the end, they become the people in the story.
46. Momo broadcasts the world live, keeping the warmth of my heart with you, writing my own past in the passing years.
The flowers bloom silently, indifferently to the warmth, time passes slowly, the drizzle of the brilliant season is gentle, the gentle phantom, the gentle falling leaves, gently knock on the door plaque of the four seasons, spring, look at it shallowly, hide it deeply, wait and see Your flowers are flying all over the sky.
47. I didn’t care about the fleeting time and the fleeting years. I didn’t care about the rush of happiness. Happiness is gentle and slow down. I just want to appreciate the scenery along the way. Experience the happiness of life's path.
48. We are mortals in this world. If we spend our youth and youth waiting indescribably, maybe no one can afford it. The true meaning of love depends on the life path that can withstand thunderstorms, ordinary years, and thousands of years later. What remains unchanged is the original intention when we met.
49. The personal relationship between children in the martial arts world is not worth the passage of time. When love reaches the depths, all that is left is a bruised heart and a shattered marriage.
50. When the flowers bloom on the road, watch the time forge the scenery, and listen to the time to make the passing water young. The breeze blows, and the dead branches that have not fallen from the last season are playfully scattered all over the ground, turning yellow and sliding all the way, dancing for the final youth.
51. When I am alone, I like to make a cup of green tea, play some music, and immerse myself in the depths of my soul. In the melodious rhythm, scenes pass by and flash out from the eyes, either as clear as poetry or picturesque, or as faint dust and smoke. Time is almost different. Flowers bloom and fall. Watch the flowers bloom and fall. Time is getting older, and the hair is growing secretly. In the movement of day and night, people have inadvertently entered middle-aged and old age.
52. We are estranged in reality, but stay together in text. After time has passed, you will still remember it better. It doesn’t matter if you don’t remember it. Over the years, we have met and got to know each other. We have long been satisfied. This is gone. Looking back on it years later will not be worth this trivial reminiscence.
53. I don’t know what traces our youth has left. How did I indulge our youth in the colorful years? The dandelions scattered on the roadside are filled with blood and tears and depict the shortcomings of virtue. Flowers, one after another, the moonlight casts hazy marks, and the years have passed, and there are lingering sounds of youth and loneliness everywhere. It is purely a coincidence, lonely and lost, leaving continuous emotions!
54. The years are riding on the waves, In the autumn and spring of Xiaoxiang, there is a line of worry and low singing. Time passes silently, and the years pass by. When the lead is washed away and the world dissolves, I will enjoy each other's moisturizing and foaming with you. How many moments you look back, still, with an indifferent look in your heart, I send you a note of affection, and your Zen heart feels warm.
55. The clear music of the rain hitting the ancient window renders the autumn night so tranquil, and the mood at this time is as soft and elegant as water. Walking quietly through the passing years, these lush past events have faded into the dust of time and cannot be found. Now I just want to be a woman as calm as water, not lamenting the vicissitudes of the world, not arousing feelings of sadness, not talking about the past, Don't be judged by your circumstances, be a woman who is as calm as water, watching the clouds rolling and rolling, admiring the rolling clouds.
56. The colorful spring cannot match the changing of the four seasons. Yesterday the flowers were in full bloom, but now they are all colorful. The worldly connection that cannot penetrate is no match for the passage of time. Yesterday we were reunited across thousands of mountains and rivers, but today we are separated lightly. It's just that you left in a hurry, or I was stubborn and held on to you. I wish I could see your world-famous smile again before your curtain comes down. After we say goodbye, there will be no return date at the end of the cliff.
57. Crossing the river of Yue'er, although it was a brief encounter, it made us understand a lot. Whether it is the time when you are young or the time when you are getting older, you must have a moon in your heart amidst the changes in the world, and then in the passing years, look at the moon and embrace the distance, and ride the wind back...
58. The music is melodious and the songs are endless and the years pass by. Thousands of things that have withered while waiting, when gently picked up again, cannot be used to express emotions in the scenery, and create beautiful artistic conceptions, just like the words are exhausted but the meaning is endless, the meaning is exhausted but the emotion is endless, After parting with the desolation, we gather together in loneliness. Loneliness is the protection between trance.
59. Years pass by and finally become the past. Listen to the strings break and break those three thousand crazy loves! The spring breeze comes slowly, the peach blossoms laugh at the spring breeze. Such plainness is the most beautiful and exciting!
60. In the poetic and dreamy Jiangnan area, look through the clouds and mists of other worlds to the shores of this world. At night when the moon is full in the west building, I shake my heart and let go of my tiredness in your green mountains, green waters and blue seas. I explain your heavy responsibility complex and slowly appreciate your gentleness like water. The sails of dreams are blowing, and in the drizzle, I ferry my passing years.
61. The rain falls for a while, and the night is quiet; the flowers fall all over the ground, and the season is sad. At night, with inexplicable sadness, I draw and write, hoping to use text to ease the passage of time. No matter how hard I look back on it, I regret that it was a mistake.
62. Like a beautiful family, the years have passed by. In the past, many of my waning interests were reduced to worship in the world. In these emotional times that lasted for many years, I remembered too much understanding and unfamiliarity.
63. If one day, the excitement no longer fades, the season no longer feels cold, the time no longer feels lonely, and the sky no longer hurts, we will make wine with green plums, pour tea on gambling books, and lean on each other. The warmth of passing years through a window, looking at the time gives the most beautiful blooming flowers.
64. Years pass by, time is easily lost, and the ground is a prison, leaving no one to wait for.
65. Sigh the time and turn away the dream. The floating years will pass away, and the past will become a thing of the past. In the invisible dream mirror, throw away the phantom, and the sadness inscribed on it will disperse from the fingertips, it is just a drop of dust floating in the sky. In the vastness of the sea, tracing the long and winding path of time, a lonely heart, urging old people to live, sad words and sentences, *** broken drunken laughter and drunkenness, the inner thoughts that continue to baptize the body and mind in these passing years, suddenly The drifting old memories, in the rhythm of Qing Xiao, stare at the frosty white hair on the temples, and shed tears in recalling the years.
66. Sitting in the depths of time for a while, half intoxicated in the wind, half scattered in dreams, looking for the past in a season of falling flowers. Thoughts, superficial encounters, faint forgetfulness, but unknowingly opened an old piece of ink, recalling the past that fell into the origin. These sentimental pasts warmed the coldness in my heart in a season of weariness. It's not sadness at this time, it's just reminiscing about the first time we met. Looking back, who lost whom in this passing time.
67. Forget about a casual gathering, the heart is full of movement and unrestrained; keep a peaceful period of time, and people will be as calm as looking at autumn leaves. My heart has gone through another season of passing years, and I think of that period of time as if it is in front of me. These little stories of green mountains and green waters bloom undefeated in the pure golden years. As the years go by, the calmness becomes more and more subtle. . Keep a sense of tranquility, bring a sense of elegance, meet each other in your lifetime, and remember each other's appearance, that is, Mu Nuan will grow old together.
68. As the years pass by, the clear dew falls. I always look up to the colorful spring with a calm mind, and look at the running-in period of the past and the future. If we promise each other in this life, never give up, never leave, the quiet and lifelike love thread, I only want to step through the youth, You are the most beautiful decoration in my heart.
69. Years pass by, years pass by, the endless journey to the end of the world, endless sorrow, a romantic encounter, but not a single fragrant flower blooms, the flower has not yet bloomed. Open, but ultimately defeated, a depressing fate, with hazy tearful eyes and no regrets in the end, containing the feelings of a season, the money fluttering in dreams, settling and swallowing in the years.
70. Time flies by and passes by. I finally understood that these words are all right - maybe everyone cares, maybe no one cares, but I believe that all the feelings are real, but time is changing, but no one can see it.
71. A bright moon enters my drizzle beacon tower; a wisp of autumn wind shakes the falling water and charms the south of the Yangtze River; a clear word depicts the romantic Qinhuai; the heart is still and the wind of the waning moon comes, is this a writer? What kind of complex should it have? In this life and past life, how many people can guess it! The four flat buildings are indifferent, and the inkstone is surrounded by sweet ink, which gives a unique picture of the passage of time.
72. In the prime of life, I read you like a poem when I read it. The passage of time is like a journey of mountains and a journey of water. No matter the distance between the hearts is separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, in the text, the hearts are together. Then you will soar in the blue sky and white clouds, indulge in dreams among the red clouds, and step on the water and clouds in Gansu Province. The words in your heart will be vague and unrevealed, implicit and hanging lightly on the curtain of dreams.
73. Who is the master of the flowers falling in the wind? One lament, two lines of tears. No matter how many tears there are, there is no limit to hatred. There are only railings to lean on. The beautiful scenery this spring will eventually be missed. Could it be said that this golden age will still be accompanied by the passage of time?
74. As the years pass by, time dilutes behind the scenes, and the bustle around us makes everyone forget the poetry. How many people will be sad when the fallen leaves fall? How many will look back in deep affection?
75. Commitment in the world and staying together in the heart. Waiting in the vicissitudes of life, there is a connection between the embrace and deep kiss. Let your life sigh as the years pass by, and let your soul find comfort in its sustenance.
76. Look at the passing of time and the passing of stars. Who has enriched whose promise in time? Who has seen through whose passing years while waiting? I want to ask, who has touched whom in this bustling world. Who is the most beautiful encounter? Who is waiting for most? Who is the eternal spring in the heart? Whether happy or missing, the story will call, who is whose past? Who is it? And whose weak water is three thousand?
77. The time is as bright as a mirror and gentle, willing to live in low-key luxury, raising a peaceful passing time, and hiding an unswerving love. Water lotus, my favorite flower in this life, I want to collect all the most beautiful sentences that I have ever taught you to describe your pure charm; I want to express my preference for you with my implicit and idioms of landscape poetry. Affection.
78. Reminiscing about the journey, the journey is strange, the flowers are falling, and every city is like a trace. I am happily intoxicated and lingering on him. People are like water, and the years pass by. Weixiao despises the cold exploration of the world, and his overflowing mentality plagues his youth. Staying at the present moment, there are solitary rocks at the end of the world, which means that the sound of the heart is unique.
79. After experiencing the baptism of body and mind in the world of fireworks and the tempering of ordinary love, this blue-purple love spans life and death. The enemy has passed by and the years have passed, leaving only this old mutual affection. , the confidence and sincerity of growing old together.
80. I once dated the spring breeze. I waited for the garden to be filled with spring scenery and went to the human world with you in April. I just sigh, the unknown result has arrived before me, the fragrance of April in the world is gone, the flowers are withering, the flowers are flying all over the sky, the flowers are falling and spring is gone, the world is in the sky! My crystal curtain is rolled up, just waiting for you to ride on the red dust, and the white shirt is flying. !But it turns out that the myths and legends I was looking forward to were just the moon in the water and flowers in the mist. How could they be worth the silent washing of the passing years! A cold turn around, and I missed a grand fireworks in vain.
81. Search for the passing years in the ancient castle of Fantasy 2, and rush there with deep love in the mysterious fog.
82. The lighting effect in the memory flickers, reflecting the changing scenery of the passing years. In the silhouette pictures of the years, some people once stopped gently in my heart; some feelings will rise and fall in recollection. The familiar poems and notes are still filled with warmth, but they cannot keep up with the rush of time. A season of flowers is finally anchored by the gentle pace of time, leaving behind the passing loneliness.
83. The cycle of this life is no longer the turbulent events of the previous life. Years have passed, and I can no longer see the world. Thousands of words and writings with rhyme and rhyme cannot carve out the details of the past, let alone outline your new appearance in this life.
84. Implicit thoughts are trickling all over the place. Looking back, thousands of styles, one by one, entwine the two worldly hearts. No one can escape. As the years pass by, we all meet each other. Get drunk with the world of mortals without complaining about separation.
85. In this life, I only want to hold your hand, hold each other's coldness, and celebrate in the wind and rain, never give up or leave, let it pass by, the flowers bloom and wither.
86. The rain in June, the drizzle, the small raindrops flying in the wind, calms the imagination of the passing years of light and shadow? It messes up the memories of youth. ? Where the eyes are parallel to each other, layers of foggy sky are fluttering in the air.
87. Luo City is quiet, the pen is broken, the calligraphy is plain and ink, and the paper is made up. The old things are faint, but the memories are still sweet, like flowers and beautiful family members, but they can’t bear the passing years. The heart is like a rock, but it can’t stand But the past is cloudy. A curtain of sparse rain, the bank of Zhi Tinglan, a cluster of blue and white porcelain, dancing strings to produce resentment, a red lotus, a purple pavilion on the road, a cut of rain is dark, drunkenness plucks the strings of love, a finger of cool smoke, don't lose it, don't forget it.
88. Years have passed, whether you are here or not, love has been experienced and love has been detained, that is enough.
89. Time flies by slowly from my side. Looking at the grudges and grudges in the world, I have always been very easily tempted. The passage of time slowly flows in my heart, and I feel the reality and reality of the world, but I still don’t want to distinguish between them.
90. Years have passed and the noise has settled. Who holds the ink rhyme swaying, the posture is quiet, and the words look at the king's eyebrows?
91. The long song should cry, for these things in life that will eventually go away will turn into dust; the long song should cry, for these things Years pass by, and the beautiful flowers are like flowers, but they eventually disperse into clouds and mist.
92. Memories are like sand, broken into pieces finely. Years pass by, and I look back; I am shocked to see the shadow. Time flies like an arrow, picking up a golden age at the fingertips, but the fragmented past is as cold as dusk. Looking back at the years we spent together, we look up at the stars; looking back at the warm and heartwarming words beside our ears, they seem like an epiphyllum. With a sigh, everyone is safe at the end of the world.
93. The passage of time is like a song.
94. In the passing years, I lean on the colorful dream. In the dancing time, I use my bright fingers to caress the guitar strings, and briefly think about the warmth of the world. With a calm and calm heart, look down at the life path filled with wind and rain.
95. In the purple world of mortals, the passage of time will eventually become the past. Listen to the strings break, and break those three thousand crazy loves. You are the cause and effect planted in my heart, but whose karma am I? How many purple and red flowers have been missed for no reason, how many flowers have bloomed and withered into virgin blood, and how many mutual acquaintances have turned into forgetfulness.
96. There are thousands of noises, but it is a pity that the passage of time will pass by, and the youthful beauty in a moment is just a fleeting glimpse. Find a pure land and install your heart. The heart is calm and elegant.
97. A season of colorful flowers blooming, an unforgettable love, crossing the wooden plank road across the seasons, transforming into a warm fragrance, bewitching every morning and evening, and the beautiful artistic conception changes the time at the fingertips. , warms the tender heart, intoxicates the dreams of quiet nights, and scents the passing years.
98. If every encounter in life is the outer edge of accumulation, then I am willing to go over the mountains and ridges and write the smile on my lips into the lines of your poem. , for this reason, let the tenderness that relieves tiredness increase endlessly like water; if all the encounters in the world are all reunions after a long separation, then I would like to take a petal of fragrance from my heart, lean against the warmth of the passing years through the window, and line it up for you. The flowers bloom forever, not to show you how colorful I am, but just to remember my present and past lives.
99. Years pass by, and I long for the endless memory that has lasted for thousands of years. Even in the prosperous age, the fireworks cannot overcome a piece of loneliness. I only hope that you can solve my love crisis in this life.
100. These people with whom I have sung songs, walked on the road, and loved each other deeply have given me a bright period of time and have become the most beautiful scenery in my passing years.