In life, those who look for and break through the world of mortals are not as good as your smile when you look back.
In the dust of years, smoke turns into a thousand years, waiting for the next reincarnation, looking forward to meeting you. If we meet to remember, then happiness means two people grow old together.
Perhaps, because the meeting is so beautiful, the sunshine in that season is more charming.
Maybe it's because of your appearance that you have a youthful hangover! A clumsy pen can't write the warbler's whistle, and it will eventually be an exciting feast.
In the vast world, many people meet, but few people love each other. Friendship is like this, so is love, and finally the song ends. Perhaps, the happiest thing in this life is that you and I will always know each other, with no regrets, and it is worth cherishing. In fact, all good things can last for a long time. In the final analysis, we should know how to cherish them.
Not for the afterlife, but for this life. In the quiet night, soothe my lonely heart, warm each other and make the sky bright.
In the vast sea of people, it is not easy to meet a bosom friend who can talk to each other. Warm hearts flow to each other, and precious feelings and intimate love make each other cherish more.
Leaning against the window, memories drift through those extraordinary years, and the scars written all the way remind me of the pain from time to time. Maybe it's just too emotional In this world, many things will pass by. Wealth, fame and status are all palm flowers. However, the experience of each other and the beauty of meeting, even if prosperous, will always be psychological warmth.
I don't want to miss the meeting in this life. Every day with you is sunny, and I don't need to swear. I just want to look at you quietly. It's a romantic taste.
Light-year corner, fleeting afterlife, meet like flowers, plant heart flowers in each other's hearts, carefully care, sincerely water, let it grow slowly. If we have never met, we may not hesitate to wait; If you don't meet, you won't panic all day, and you won't look at the fence on a cold night.
Maybe this is a kind of beauty. This kind of beauty is like snow lotus in Qilian Mountain, sunshine in Tibet, timely rain in Mongolian grassland and a pure love story.
I believe that there will always be a person in life who loves at first sight, but still says goodbye, either hating early or hating late, and will always meet in the deepest part of the world of mortals, with a bright heart and gentle eyes. Because, there is nothing in the world that you take for granted. What you get is not necessarily the best, but it must be what you need. Let's say goodbye to yesterday's misty rain with a grateful heart and embark on a brilliant journey tomorrow hand in hand.
Meet, the mood is like white clouds drifting away; With it, your heart will fly like rain; Missing is like quicksand; Looking back, love and quiet night. If you think too much, all your expectations can be realized; All encounters can last forever; All beautiful things can be accompanied by mountains and rivers.
If you care, there's no need to take an oath. When the night wind sweeps your fingertips, the ink drops a trace of sadness and drops into your heart, turning into tears. I would like to take a ray of moonlight, languish for you alone, twist a fallen flower, touch the moonlight, close my eyes and think far away, leave behind the dust, and weave a deep dream for you, with nothing else to ask for.
In the depths of the world of mortals, meeting is fate, and that fate is in my heart. If the autumn wind shakes again, the emotion will shake deeper, and it will be like a dream.
The ends of the earth are the love of life. In the spring of love, after the buds are ready to bloom, they will always accompany each other day and night, expecting to meet and meet true love. I hope those wonderful encounters will remain in my heart forever until they are dreamlike and eternal. I also hope that this fate will be drunk in this beautiful time at the right time, enjoy it and draw a more complete stroke.