1, there is a kind of miss, in the millions of people, only this one glance, is the heart and the heart of the look. No need for words, just a hug, you can understand the flavor of love. The first time I saw this, I couldn't get rid of it. That a glance of the delicate, that a glance of the ripples, that a glance of the entanglement, is the warmest sunshine in the spring, fell into my heart, willing to sink for it.
2, woke up in the morning and found himself lost something, but I do not know what it is, looking all over the room did not find. Later, I remembered that thing called thoughts, last night in my dream I let it go to your place to accompany you, Murphy has not returned?
3, light like water, always in a hurry, a turn around, missed the spring of your bright, no summer of your enthusiasm, can not see your fall like soft, so I have to sit alone on the edge of the winter, write to you to read stopped at the enter key, think of your words scattered to the wind.
4, like the night occupies all the light, you occupy all my miss, all of this came so unexpectedly, when the imagination of the expectations mixed with the reality of the helplessness to me, I have been so calm, calm so hideous.
5, the wind and rain, flowers and leaves dance, a little bit of depression, the mood is also with the leaves fall a few despair. The ever-changing season, will the promise of the end of the world in the wind blowing away, the season of the autumn wind, will not take away all the love, let the thoughts of the end of the world?
6, the fall past, winter to, with your woven scarf, smell the familiar flavor, remembering our crazy days together, there will always be a trace of an inadvertent smile across my face, the eyes show a trace of sadness, a trace of sadness, thinking of you far away, there is no clothes, there is no good food there is no good care of themselves, sleep at night there is no stirrups quilt.
7, years of forgetting the river has been the vast wind and smoke of the dam, and you and I have long been unable to find the way to come. The miss you, is that the afternoon sunlight remains in the mottled light in the brocade, written full of spilt water gorgeous poetry.
8, Si, in every morning sunrise, thought, in every sunset haze, chanting a section of elegant small order, together with your light bloom smile written to my handsome line of poetry. Time, in the smile, quiet language light show, soaring thoughts accompanied by drunken words gently, floating to the pool city with you.
9, I think, picked up the leaves, I have your thoughts. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new one. Silently promise a warm, and the warmth of the beginning of the smile, let me simply quiet as poetry, forget the melancholy of the falling leaves, in this full of thoughts of the maple forest, continue to wait for the next unexpected meeting.
10, you know? Think of you when my heart how much pain, just want to turn into a wisp of wind, suspended in the air, forever and ever silently floating in your side, my world for you continuous into the rainy season of acacia, my heart is filled with deep thoughts, my pen for you to write a chapter of poetry, the summer shook down the thoughts, in the snowy winter, together with my poetry to fly to the sky and earth of you.
11, I put the thoughts of the seed in the brow of the Bay, but by the tears of the autumn wind washed away. Half a trace of ink, the sideburns dyed white, but cut off the word love blossom. If tears are the expression of love, how can the wasted years redeem the heavenly music? The two thicknesses of the ruler where can I buy?
12, want you, not I covet red dust, but I only learned a love! If one day, you suddenly want to know, in the end, how deep my love for you? Then please look up to see the moon in the sky, because the moon represents my heart! I do not know, this song counts as my lovesickness, there is no your a touch of miss.
13, a finger of smoke cool repeatedly pouring ink, warm for tonight, a note of ink gently warm, add color to the past. With the deepest remembrance, with strong feelings at the beginning, with the end of the heart, written into a poem line wanting you, can you, in the poem marks smell the aroma of my thoughts! You know, I miss you! I'm not moving, but I am the most real eternity!
14, life predestined by heaven, struggling after the exhaustion can only be left to the lonely time, slowly enjoy a belong to their own sad course. Including those who left the people have not had time to miss the past, accompanied by darkness, between the hands and hope to rub out a two worlds apart from the fate of the waking and drunken memories, fuzzy awareness of the blink of an eye, to see a long-lost miss a wisp.
15, so that thoughts drive away all your less-than-ideal, so that thoughts like the spring breeze overflowing around you, so that thoughts like a lotus flower clean your heart my eyes, so that strong thoughts into my strands of incense soul, and you snuggle up, holding hands, through time and space, trips through the river of love in the past and present life.
16, think of you, write your name in the palm of your hand, spread is thinking, hold tight is attached. When I think of you, your face painted on paper, thinking of you is happy, read you are happy. I think of you, at the end of the city, I think of you, at the end of my thoughts, you can remember to promise me, no matter where, must live well, every day is happy.
17, love turned out to be as strong as wine, shallow drink is drunk; thoughts such as tide, easily flooded my heart; each inexplicable day, I would like to think of you, crazy to think of you, no reason to think of you, pain in the heart to think of you. Fate makes me meet you, feeling makes me like you, time makes me fall in love with you, thinking makes me remember you, heartache makes me think of you.
18, sadness, is the keynote of my life, tears, is my eternal memory, love, is I do not want to recall the flow of the prelude. And yet, I have to remember, because she has completely gone into my heart. A year and a year, we see each other once less than once, once shorter than once. Endless thoughts, but like the sun, can not leave.
19, you and I have no chance to meet, but there is a kind of sincere love and beautiful attachment, such as perched in a dream of pink peach blossoms, light bloom, silent stretching petals; such as flying in the sky and earth rain, soft, fine to the mind moisturizing; such as drifting in the books of a falling leaf, talking about the vicissitudes of time.
20, the beginning of life, was simple and pure, in countless sleepless nights, I believe there will be a lot of people, habitually began to close their eyes, quietly miss a person, miss a face. And in their hearts, to be able to have such a person can miss, perhaps enough.
21, the deep sea of memory rummage through the fragments of life at that time, standing in any one angle to read you, you are proud as a beautiful cold chrysanthemum, had stepped on a column of separation and dilapidated cab wall, in the sunrise and sunset, passing out a call, towards the place where we meet, fold a branch of pale and lush grass and leaves, they will be blown into a cavity of thought and passionate yearning.
22, frost and rain with tears a cup of wine, half sober and half drunk. In order to you, I have tried to use a thin pen to paint down a season and a season of love, in the deepest part of the dust, forcing themselves to slowly learn to wave their sleeves calmly, warm smile without sadness. Just ah just, thoughts so thick, how hard I can not fill the heart of the wreckage, I can skim a lot of words, but how to skim the bottom of the heart of the sadness of thoughts.
23, your existence, like a meter of warmth, a paper full of thoughts, entrusted to the text, sent thousands of miles away from you, between the dust, the past dislocation, and even memories of this pale, the hundred flowers thin, red dust, a lifetime of consulting sighs, since it is difficult to forget, not only from when you become a kind of dependence on my heart can not be quitted, look at yesterday, a lifetime of sadness no one to talk about the deserted smoke, the three stones, fascinated the eyes, drunken heart. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
24, a person in the thought of you wandering in the fascination, a person walking in the stone stream on the rope bridge. The clear water of the Min, both sides of the willow, spit put fragrance of the air, is so relaxed and happy. In a trance, your song like a kingfisher singing in my ears, is so light and happy, and so sobbing, will be my thoughts flying in the sky and on earth.
25, I turned my thoughts of you into a seed, planted in the spring. I began to look forward to the fall harvest of thoughts of fruit full of garden, you will eat the sweetness of the thoughts of fruit, you will also get the thoughts of fruit in the thoughts of you, you can also turn thoughts into a seed, planted in my heart.
26, I miss you, really, listening to an old song, the song echoed our past. I miss you, really, in the windy night, the starlight is brighter than the moonlight. I miss you, really, though I can't remember what you looked like long ago, I've grown in pain. I miss you, really, I'm going to take all the lost time and release it in the lonely heaven. I miss you, really.
27, far away, can you know, you are a never old heart soft, is that I can not give up the tenderness, the far side of the mountain, there is a clear spring-like stream, my thousands of turns of affection, tied to the drift in the water waves, who is playing for you, ruffling the heartstrings of the hair, playing the heart of the tide of the difficult to sleep, far away, ah, can you know, I am in the night, send my tenderness, and I want you to know, I am in the night, I want to see you, I want to know, I want to see you. If you receive, please give the heart to the moon color, I will be able to receive.
28, dense with a touch of softness at the bottom of the dream, the thoughts in the eyes, breathing in the ties. Surplus a water, gentle light into the ear valley, lingering quiet fall brow. Time will remember those warm. Remember those wind and rain hand in hand, remember the agreement we once had, never give up the obsession.
29, the former deceased, scattered north and south. When looking back, the gradually moving away from the figure, with the dusk, left behind the time, yellowed diary. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the services of the company. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
30, late at night, it is difficult to sleep, the mind is extremely fragile, the thoughts will be the most crazy. When you hang on to a person, will be especially concerned about whether he also hang on to you; when you miss a person, will be especially concerned about whether he also want you. There are like to have hang-ups, have hang-ups only more sad. A person is not lonely, miss a person, is really lonely. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.
31, listen to the song again. You are not by my side, the quiet night, who will accompany me? I've been thinking about it for a long time, who's going to comfort me? You know, every note inside the song is my sincere confession to you. Tonight, why am I so attached to you? Tonight, this thought how to deduce a hearty confession?
32, thinking of you, my long and short fragments have now been strung into a string of long long long long heart, can not sleep. Evening breeze gently, flower shadow swaying, cicadas chirping flowers, grassy countryside has long been into the embrace of the night and intoxicated. And I was tossing and turning in my dreams, sighing y: the days without you, the depths of the soul of the sour, as bleak as the falling red.
33, like to follow the feeling to go, because holding the feeling to go that line is thoughts. The thought of this end is my thought of that end is you, if there is no you that end of the thought there is no me all the way feeling, I firmly believe that in your heart there I have always been so I am happy. With a feeling to go really good thinking about the feeling of good happiness with your feeling really good. In the next life still follow the feeling of walking, holding the hand of thoughts, together to see the slanting sun.
34, when the wind of the flow of years, or happy or sad, from the fingertips slipped through the corner of the street lights, has been yellowed on the title page of the light of the time, the journey of life, there is nothing that will not be in the years of old age. Carry a wisp of warmth, so that the heart has no alienation and desolation, those thousands of thoughts, condensed into a heart incense, dusty collection.
35, the memory of the light is bright and dark, reflecting the changing landscape of the years. In the silhouette of time, some people, had gently docked in the heart; some love, will be in the memory of the ups and downs. Knowing the poetry of the paper is still flooded with warmth, but can not catch up with the rush of time, a season of flowers, the end of the years of light footsteps stranded, leaving behind is the despondency of the brush.
36, the best put down, not deliberately to forget, but let each other peacefully. Then, please allow me in this sunny morning, indifferent to guard in the opposite shore of time, the memory string into wind chimes, quiet to think of you.
37, red dust in the old dream, you are still thinking about the person who passed by, whether or not still waiting for the red beans left behind lovesickness, to see it in the lonely sad growth, to see it unknowingly into a faint sadness, in the scarless years left behind the poetic cherish each other.
38, time roaming through the fragrant stream of the flower room, walking through the long rainy alley. In the depths of the smoke and rain flowed sheepishly. The wind and listen to the rain, the wind fell long love, the rain soft flower fragrance. Pick a wisp of moonlight, gently put thoughts to rest, the wind affectionately kissed my brow, fell into your eyes, in no words, no surprise, no joy quietly warm. A permanent attachment will be placed in the words of deep thought, just like this, attached, warm, attached?
39, a yellowed old photo, is my exclusive memory of you. Walking in the castle of memories, I tried to catch those treasured moments, but found that the scene of the good as quicksand flowed from the fingertips. I helplessly squatted on the ground, quietly hugging myself, trembling shoulders tell me, I really miss you, really miss that period of time with you?
40, longing is a kind of unspeakable pain, since I can not touch your figure, can not savor your unique breath, why do not I think of the feelings of longing, sent in the round moon above. At least the moon will understand my tearful eyes, she will have pity on me, perhaps my thoughts of you will be sent to you far away, let you know that I do not sleep on the night of the full moon, for not return to you weeping tears, sheepishly, as the nerves ravings?
41, miss, that has been unable to love each other goodbye, destined not to see each other forever, is no longer forever promise, destined not to be honored. Forever is how far away, I do not know, if you can transport forever tomorrow, it has been very good, some people, perhaps said also forgotten.
42, how much with the heart and joy, always like buds breaking out of the ground, a curtain of the Fu, cultivated into a strain of silence, staggering lines of poetry, no rhyme poetry, and how many long time, can carry the story of the end of the earth and the end of the world, Xu is that a few light sea breeze, gently skimming over the foot of the bumpy hills, around the corner, to my city, has been very quiet, in my poetry, quiet as the wind tonight, the wind, the wind, the wind, the wind, the wind, the wind, the wind, the wind, the wind, the wind, the wind, the wind, the wind, the wind, the wind, the wind, the wind, the wind. It quietly brushes your face, and you still don't know it.
43, autumn leaves fall all over the ground, the eyes flow, the memory of your appearance is still so clear, the years gently over, and you have been in my heart. The red dust in the trip, life in the confidant, regardless of the change of years, the other side of the cycle, only to wait in the deepest red dust, I will be that a wisp of thoughts into the autumn leaves, with the wind drifting to your far away.
44, some people, lightly do not come, that, such as the autumn mood, bland miss, as if the pile of emotions for a long time, they are a little by little, one minute by one second waiting, waiting for an opportunity, a hearty pouring, despite the summer to autumn, despite the withered branches of all the dye, the mood has increased, thoughts with the day with the increase, perhaps there was a day she met him, all the piles of emotional imprints, such as the clearing of the floor windows. The first time I saw this, I was able to get a good look at it, and I was able to get a good look at it.
45, late at night, sitting alone in the room, only a lonely lamp accompanied, always thinking of you far away, heartbeat accompanied by thoughts fly to you. The heart is warm; remember, the heart is sweet; remember, the heart is beautiful. I always want to gently say to you that it is good to meet you in this life. My people, my heart, my love, from now on are regenerated because of you, the soul because you have a support.
46, the day is hot, you and I said, the day is cold, you and I said, not cold and hot, you also have to talk to me. You do not say, I do not know, you said, I do not necessarily understand, but I will listen. If you are annoyed, talk to me, and if you are not annoyed, talk to me, and I will show up or not. Have time, talk to me, talk to me even if you don't, I'll be alarmed? Won't like you, but will learn to miss you?
47, a night of rain, a night of you, are in the heart of insomniacs, dribs and drabs, as if the thorns, a touch, will be a burst of deplorable; rain knocking on the window, rain knocking on the you, are in the gap between the night, floating, as if the memories, as soon as the idea of a cold, cold and away from each other; the day dawned, the light outside the window, cut through the depths of the night, bright as the eyes, you see the window, saw the window of the rain, but can not see far away from me! You see the window, you see the rain on the window, but you can't see you far away in my heart. I think you, like the rain brought thoughts, gradually clear.
48, always like to stand at the end of August, imagining the autumn scenery of September. August early fall, the month has not yet been completed, the noisy air is still residual summer heat wave, always make people feel dull; September's autumn, gradually into a better state, maple leaves yellow, air soughing, out of the outdoors, the autumn wind is provocative, the whole person is feeling refreshed, just go out, this season, can not see the childhood partners and hometown of the paddy fields of the golden yellow, always with a trace of thoughts.
49, I did not think of you, just wake up in the morning to see if there is a message from you and missed calls; I did not think of you, just, you call into the only ringtone; I did not think of you, just listening to the song, was hit by a certain lyrics, the brain appeared briefly blank; I did not think of you, just want to see what you look like, listen to your voice; I did not think of you, just Every time I wake up, the first thing that comes to mind is you.
50, or will miss the past, miss the carefree childhood, or will look forward to the day we grow up to return to the scene of the past, a group of tender faces, stretching a chubby little hands, piled up in the field dug up the autumn mud, pinched into the shape of a thousand oddities. But then the space is not long changed, you are not in my world, leaving me alone, in the empty heart, silently shouting, childhood partners.
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