2, the time of childhood is always in the future countless years of years in the gap interspersed with intertwined, extremely nostalgic, like a long time ago in the heart of the far-flung kite.
3, perhaps in the later years of growing up, we have never changed, just more and more clear to become their own ...... looking at the sunset, there is a kind of inexplicable sadness, looking at the eyes of this in the daytime under the warmth of the sunshine of the day meadow, in the night slowly came to the occasion is also beginning to have the coolness of the autumn.
4, water cooking years, not sad, do a far away from the world, quiet woman, is a lifelong desire, but the dust and splendor of the many, how can not stay away from the world, in the dyestuff tank, how can the foot is not wet reasoning?
5, the years as a teenager, full of joy, the years are like an elder, heavy and stagnant, in the season of the stranger blossom met you how good, but unfortunately the wrong time to meet, in the stagnant time, meet is a flower blossomed joy, but mixed with the atmosphere of sadness.
6, rolling dust, time can not stay in our youth, can not stay in our world of vicissitudes, but the only thing that can stay is that we are the most beautiful memories of those years.
7, the years are long, red dust past as the wind, countless ordinary days, such as the past, countless seasons of the cycle, week after week, the years in my heart carved countless wrinkles. Loneliness is like smoke, lonely days remember you, you such as a warm, cozy one after another lonely years.
8, fireworks so cool, turn into ash. Silk so cool, as the years. Hold your hand, hold a lifetime of happiness. You said, love me love to madness, I am your fatal wound. Whether it is robbery or fate, you have no way to tell.
9, time and light as water, the years as a lotus, a person's time, quietly guarding this 抹安然, scratch a flow of time and space, situated in a certain excessive, flowers do not say, silent, not openly Brahmaputra, quietly and years of joy. The first thing I want to do is to make sure that I have a good understanding of what is happening in the world.
10, long-cherished wish, I lightly cut the boundless years of ink into a piece of paper love notes, thought to be able to the past life love affair firmly confined, but also in this life to get a human heart as if it were a vegetarian. How do you know, so careful but still lost the sign that had begged, all stained with an inexplicable sadness. I have no choice but to light a piece of old incense, lightly turning over the yellow scrolls, I knelt down in front of the Buddha and came to my senses. However, I have been trying to reach out, but I can't stop the pace of time.
11, life, over a little slower, so that the years do not pass in a hurry, leaving a cup of golden sunshine; so that your gentle heart and then some tenderness, smile at all the people, so that we get together for a longer day.
12, some people, destined to be a glimpse of the long years, do not have to be sad, no need to grieve, just like quietly enjoy a meteor falling from the sky, from the prosperity to fall, and then broken, in the vastness of the earth, leaving a lonely me and a dream that can not be honored.
13, long years, we do not know how many feelings in the mind quietly lost, slipped through the fingers. Life, not perfect, experience paved the way for achievement, wind and rain achievements resistance.
14, each person in the years running around, experience the human world, in fact, is also a kind of growth. In the face of this immediate scenery, the glory and blight of spring and fall, everyone is thinking about the life they want. Walking through this world, find their own corners of existence in this world, not for how to survive, just to live quietly, the flavor of those lives are used to exercise their own heart and width.
15, some love, in the years, slowly melt, no longer engraved; some people, in the fellowship, slowly away, as if no trace; some things, in time, slowly fade, and from now on no longer move.
16, the years accidentally showered with rain, so that the memory is also wet. Time passes little by little, like in the release of his sadness. No one ever asked him if what he had was all he had. People would only blame him, saying that he left in a hurry, without leaving a trace. No one would have known that he had delicate feelings and kept people's memories in a place called memories. Those who only ask for it, you say, it's time to stop, to love it.
17, life, there are always many ditches need to cross, years, there are always many regrets need to make up, life, there are always many confused need to understand. Some things, gently put down, may not be easy. Some people, y remember, may not be happy. Some pain, look away, not necessarily not experience.
18, may the time rendering of the green years to take away the young and frivolous themselves, may the dust of the past to touch the fingertips can not stay at the bottom of the heart wild thoughts, and then meet a person lightly, gently said, originally you are here.
19, walk through the years, through time and space, the past is fragrant pen, the beauty of the encounter overflowing brushstrokes, along with your breath, waving water-colored years, chanting appendicular rhythms, singing a song of the city of love, dance all the prosperity, stacked true love, gaze at the eyes, sprinkle of true love, whispered at the pious prayers, I wish that, smile to keep the words, bloom in the heart of the gentleman.
20, walked through the years, walked through the life, the heart has a lot of feelings, but also some enlightenment. Life is like a kaleidoscope, happiness, anger, sadness, sweet, sour, bitter and spicy, and follow each other. Maybe really life is not as good as you want, but do not have to care too much, life is like a dream, the years will not accommodate anyone, to learn to look down on everything.
21, I have loved you, that years you are my dark world of a beam of light, where you stand, where is the direction. I have complained about you, the day of separation, I lost not only the lover, but also the only dream in the long years.
22, the sea of years, the overlap of sadness and joy, life always need more peace, open-minded. Regardless of which corner of the world to live in, broken hearted, live out of what to expect. The mood of the clamor, will live everything worse. The rules of life, the need for a few moments of caution, balance, or understood to be appropriate. Remember the proverb: Self-contained, life is good.
23, long years, learn to keep a heart in the world, live easier, will be much less trouble. The scenery of life is thousands of, and we are always in a hurry.
24, cherish the moment, a life without regret. Years as holding in the hands of fine sand, always from the fingers secretly slipped. It is silent, but always leave some imperceptible traces. Without realizing it, people in the river of time have each aged. Only to realize that in this cycle of life, old age, illness, death, whether it is to get, or lost, are farther and farther away from themselves. The people who are far away certainly no longer come back, still in the people why not cherish the moment?
25, the years are shallow, time brimming. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure I'll be able to. I'm in the middle of someone's dream. The depths of time salvage the warmth you have given, there are always some people, will fade out of memory, and there are some new people running on the heart, the cycle is repeated, come and go.
26, there are years of love on earth is beautiful, there are dreams of years is happy. In time, we have done countless dreams, dreaming of riding a steed galloping in the prairie, valiant and valiant; dreaming of strolling in the moonlight lotus pond, warm and beautiful ...... realized also, not realized also, will be swept in the heart of the silk happy.
27, the river is shallow, years of peace, I stand in the time of the river, see the green willow, listen to the green swallows murmuring, look at the distant mountains, listen to the water near the speechless, look at the thousands of sails, listen to the cries of the slender man, look at the fishing fire in the river, listen to the fishermen singing the evening, look at the cold river fishing, listen to the Lingding miserable, a mountain, a water, a thing, a scene, a song, a song, a person, a thing, wherever you see in this life, hear, meet, I believe all with your past life destiny, I believe all with your past life destiny, I believe all with you in this life destiny, I believe that you can see, hear, meet. I believe that all of them have a destiny with you in the past life.
28, the years blossomed, each life is spent in quiet, unnecessary complaints about the fate of the encountered troubles and rejection, passing and pain, life itself is an open flower, with its resilience, with its free and easy, life is also to think, to be able to understand, to be able to rationalize, to be able to harmonize, just like we understand life, it is the thick of life lies in how to use life.
29, time rush, the years are long, looking back, I do not know nothing about the teenagers, you are not in the picture that makes people think of the curtain, we *** with the button to press the passage of time, borrowing the time road, leaping over the time to isolate the long-distance picture, in the stagnant moment, to *** with the interpretation of the depths of the heart, the sadness that is not easy to say.
30, the light of the day to support a long attachment to walk through the branches of the years, I waited for a thousand years to promise you a compartment of infatuation, burning you a lifetime of flowers. The red face of the old fingers, red makeup faded, walked through the twists and turns, you have been in the ten miles of peach blossom source waiting for me to wash the lead.
31, light as electricity, the years do not catch, decades, instantly, the vicissitudes of the sea. The other time the flowers bloomed, this love can wait, at this time the flowers thank you, can someone come? Life's bitter journey, wandering and wandering, exhaustive thought, Judas sentiment secretly, sigh beautiful scenery is not. Love when peach blossoms in March good, hate the goodbye flowers fly nine days away, only to blame, who to guess your love in the injury, your heart for whom moss? Autumn to winter return, peach leaves bloom, remembering the past flower fall, haggard choking, I do not know the dead wood in the spring, today and which white.
32, time to treat me never cool, the years in my never complex, mountain a course, a course of water, round and round, throw and pick, the initial heart untainted, the temperament has not changed, still in the green flow of the year in search of a pure to the beauty of the peace and warmth, still in the chaotic world in the true color of the true sincerity of the firm. The year is unharmed, the years are safe, the fragrance is full of arms, not to be ashamed of Shaohua, not to be ashamed of the time, not to be ashamed of love, more not to be ashamed of every beautiful encounter.
33, walking along the edge of the years, picking up a wisp of flowers, pick up an anticipation, inadvertently sad themselves, the wind gently blowing gravel, falling in the eyes of sadness, and how do I find you, the years gently over, with the time to walk alone, and how do I forget you ......
34, thanks to the Years, so that we are in each other's down time with each other, mutual relief, from then on will know, this world, there must be so a person, such as family, not only with you **** bitter, but also can sincerely share your joy.
35, the years remain white, points of thought stained with fragrance, enchanting the silence of the blank, in the time to fly, stretching warm memories; a person's landscape, flaunting the past of youth, perhaps the compulsion planted in the previous life, this world is this way to escape; the previous life of the citation, the desire to look through the waters of the autumn in this life; how many times the eyes of the gaze of the look forward to the pressure down the brow of the acacia; the wetting of the vows, the memories of the fly! The fragments, with what kind of deep love, to go wildly this season's edge?
36, time passes, the years change, looking back to the road, have rejoiced, just for a sentence of praise from others; have lost, just for a failed exam; have believed, just for some inspirational text; have doubts, just for a less than satisfactory self-presentation; have wandered and sighed, and have worked hard to move forward.
37, thoughts and loneliness in the dust of loneliness sighed so I waited for you at the end of the years; memories and sorrow in the cycle of time and space in the drift so I stared at the end of the years; the buds of the heart with the memory of the sails slowly precipitated in the heart. Always in the depths of the years, a person wandering away from the diffuse loneliness of that large space, joy and hilarity and loneliness and loneliness together. The original world a person when Fang felt so heartbreaking.
38, handheld time, walking years, flowers or flowers, flowers are not flowers, today's flowers are not yesterday's dozen. Life is like a play, a roaring one, gently and coquettishly and another; a play and a play is constantly staged; through all the vicissitudes of the sour, walk through the nine curves of the loop road, life is not resting, do not fall, do not break up the scene.
39, the years are silent, but far away from you and me. Only left each other the end of the world, look at each other two speechless; only left the face in the years gradually emaciated; only left the heart in the thoughts of the sea. A song of departure from the song, drunkenly fall in love with no one to rely on; a thought of love from the thought, two cheeks tears tears accompanied.
40, long years, time passes, you have walked through the autumn rain, walked through the winter snow, have seen the autumn of the depression, feel the winter of the cold, but as long as you have a clean heart, carrying a ray of sunshine, Prime an orchid, Mo sad sad, Mo worry Mo grudges, you will not be cold, not cold. In any case, there should be hope in the heart, there is a wish in the heart, hope is the stars in the sky, dotted in the lonely night, wish is the elegant chrysanthemum, blossomed in the killing of the fall. Even if it is not realized, it is warmed by the years, fragrant with the flow of years.
41, time is shallow, the age of the appendage, nature to the autumn speed writing a dreamlike years, how many people stand in the corner of the iceberg in the autumn admiration, lamentation. Will be scattered in the fall of the story one after another weaving, from ancient to modern, from old to new, and then will be placed in the sunshine, bare in the rain, in the time of the old man in the fine carving and grinding, become the most exquisite season.
42, youth is easy to pass away, the years wasted more than just blowing face, those ignorant as peach surface layer frost love, as fell into the stream of peach blossom petals, with the waves far away, there is no trace. That summer, the white dress fluttering, skirt sweet, originally thought that you can blossom with you, but later realized that the summer does not produce fruit, fruit harvest season are in the future in the fall, young friends please wait patiently, the summer season is not suitable for love.
43, fireworks, warmth. Closed ten fingers, Ting stood in the branches of the years, listening to the wind in the distance low call. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on the way to the next level.
44, life, gathered in a hurry, scattered also in a hurry, a lot of love, carry but years of spring and autumn; a lot of people, can not withstand the mountains and far away. Life, always close to the present, no matter how intoxicating the situation once had, in the end, cherish the present or the present moment.
45, in this hastily passing years, I stubbornly learn to no longer go back to the instant, no longer to recall those who have lost the dream, but the dream of you, but can always evoke my dusty thoughts for a long time.
46, life is long, years in a hurry, there are always some people, come, go; there are always some people, near, far; there are always some love, deep, thick; there are always some love, into the heart, into the bone.
47, the years are deep, some love, has long been no need to say, I think, I came, is to meet with the time, writing a deep meaning, with a dewy paintbrush, stained with the coolness of the time, gently meet, sketching the life of those beautiful scrolls.
48, life as a trip, the years as a song, the heart after a hundred turns and thousands of times, precipitation out of an unperturbed mood. Because we all know, some memories, will eventually be buried in the bottom of the heart; some confided in, destined to no one to listen to; some people, will eventually be a hasty passer-by. Cloud and water to forget and look at each other, read in the heart or forget the story of the dust, are all the red dust on the road of a vein of fragrance. The beauty of the world, in addition to being used to look back, the edge of the gathering, should be remembered and remembered.
49, years in a hurry, the grass into ash, looking back on the past, but also some awakening. With the change of seasons, the order of all things like reincarnation, reincarnation means a new cycle, means a new start. Time flaccid long, accompanied by birds only monotonous coming and going and silent breathing, and the former melt smile away from the past, and the warmth of the past do not meet, even if there is a moment of fresh thoughts, but also can not withstand the river of years, when it is worn out unlimited yearning and anger.
50, years of meeting, full of murmuring aroma, each other sincere agreement, is a lifetime beacon. Although hiding pain, rolling torment, from time to time, there are also tears lightly, slip fingers pale, but after meeting the beauty, is a sweet, is the soul on the smooth. So beautiful, so that the memory of repeated flip, repeated precipitation, piled up into the years of the most gorgeous scenery, is the direction of love, love home.
51, if the years are ignorant, and not incomplete, seven seconds of memory, is the beauty of a flash in the pan. If the years are mediocre, nor lack of composure, a moment of thought, is the mirage of dazzling. Experienced countless times, the sense of infinite back to the sense, we finally understand the life we need in the end is what.