We don't love ualities, we love persons; sometimes by reason of their defects as well as of their ualities- -We love persons not their merits; sometimes by reason of their defects as well as of their ualities-.
Yesterday is beautiful, eventually compressed into today's memories, we are helpless, but also can not stop the hurried pace of time; today is wonderful, but also will be pieced together into tomorrow's history, we are more persistent, but also can not refuse to give the scars of the years. We miss yesterday, because it melts all the beautiful yearning, passed all the pursuit of love. The past has been framed, let it dust, and strive to write today, so that tomorrow's nostalgia more bright colors.
What is loneliness? A n is alone. What is lonely? Think a person is alone. What is loneliness? No one can think is lonely. No one can think is lonely. What is loneliness? Think a person is alone. What is loneliness? No one can think is lonely.
Habit, accustomed to the world's loss of waste, accustomed to the street lamps one by one out of the sting, accustomed to the summer without the sound of the entanglement of the robin, accustomed to the night of a person, but also accustomed to the taste of forgetfulness.
People are tired, rest; the heart is tired, calm. I'm not sure if you're a good person, but I'm a good person, and I'm a good person. Tired, sad, squat down, give yourself a hug. Because no one in this world can sympathize with you and pity you. You cry, the tears are your own; you are in pain, no one can appreciate. Then you only have tears to smile...
First love - the most beautiful thing in the world; secret love - the most hidden thing in the world; passionate love - the most confused thing in the world; infatuated love -- the most thing in the world; bitter love -- the most distant thing in the world. Lost love - the most painful thing in the world. Love is a kind of reincarnation, something that moves from beauty to pain, then from pain to relief, and finally to eternity.
Meaningfully caring, but still heartlessly saying it doesn't matter
Habit, used to this world's throw away, used to the street lamps one by one extinguished sting, used to this summer without the sound of the robin's voice of the entanglement, used to, one's own night, but also used to, the taste of the fading away....
Fallen flowers do not understand the pain of Irena, who pity Irena favor. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and you'll be able to do it all on your own. The wind is blowing, the heart is cold, long thoughts; gaze, look at the river, people broken heart. I don't know how many times my heart has been broken. The road to the end of the world is the same, but I don't know where it leads to. I only remember the beauty of the blossom moment. Who can know, the flowers fall a moment of broken heart sound
If the parting, why meet? I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good look at this. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you'll be able to get your hands on some of the most popular ones. The heart is in a state of restlessness, plunged into a whole piece of darkness, it is difficult to support the leveling. The soul in the empty wilderness running wild, you stay in place, I stood in the original place, the two two forget each other, drunken smile with you 30,000 field, do not complain of separation injury.
No pain, not necessarily no feeling. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The fact that you are silent doesn't mean that you don't have anything to say. Leaving, does not mean that they are very elegant. Happiness, does not mean that one has no sadness. Happiness, does not mean one has no pain.
Looking back, that person is no longer at the end of the light. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots. When you can't hear his voice, you worry about him. When one is out of town, one misses the time with him. 2 Separation and reunion, is life non-stop play, accustomed to, will no longer pathos
Like a person, be sure to let each other know. Maybe not get the answer, at least you have tried, do not have to regret
Sick, a person to carry; annoyed, a person to hide; pain, a person to block; the street, a person to stroll; on the road, a person to think about; at night, a person's bed ...... slowly accustomed to the life of a person, become silent, become cold, did not want to reason, do not want to say, do not want to see ...... I do not want to see, do not want to see. Say, don't want to see ...... I'm not arrogant, not nonsense, just tired of those who may lose the dependence at any time
The rain falls because the sky can no longer handle it's Just like tears, it falls because the heart can no longer take the pain. Just like tears, it falls because the heart can no longer take the pain.
A layer of a cool autumn rain, a valve and a fragrance, as time since unforgettable, a busy but nowhere to hide. a layer of autumn rain a cool, a petal of fallen flowers and a vein of fragrance, as the same flow of years since unforgettable, a handful of idle worries nowhere to hide.
If you want to leave, don't give me a reason to miss; please be strong and leave, so that my memory, no longer have you; if you no longer see each other, don't give me an excuse to wait; please mercilessly refused to let me helplessly accept, the story is over, I'm lost in the past and the future, but obsessed with the present; those who have been falling like autumn leaves like memories, always prostrate in the existence of between, finally, in the fall of leaves, I finally chose to leave behind. The first thing I'd like to say is that I don't know what to do.
I do not cry, do not represent my heart has no tears. I am strong, does not mean that no tter what happened. I am strong, does not mean that no tter what happened.
There is a kind of beauty called giving up Every time we give up silently, give up a friend whom we have long desired but not destined to be with, give up something we have invested in but not gained, give up some kind of expectation of the heart, give up some kind of thought, this will give birth to a kind of sadness, but this kind of sadness doesn't prevent us from starting afresh, listening to the music again and telling the story again in the new space and time! Because it's a natural farewell and abandonment, it's transcendent, and it's beautifully sad! There was once a feeling that wanted it to be forever. After many years, I realized that it had faded away. Then I realized that what we hold in our hands is not necessarily what we really have, and what we have is not necessarily what we really engrave in our hearts! And then understand that life often need a kind of quiet care and conscious abandonment! There are too many beautiful things and beautiful people in the world. We have not had the good, we have been in the pursuit of the bitter. In order to obtain, busy and busy, the real needs and wants often only after many years to understand, and even exhaustion of a lifetime do not know the end! And for the beauty that we already have, we are often because of the experience of gaining and losing and there is a sense of apprehension and worry. Sunset sighs, the blossom of the trouble, life is not happy! Because when we have, we may be losing, and when we give up, we may be gaining again. We can't have absolute certainty about everything. If the intention to chase and have, it is difficult to get out of the external and then out of their own, life that involuntary sadness and sadness will be even heavier! So life needs to be sublimated out of the quiet spirit of transcendence. Understand that people know how to give up, the true love of people know how to sacrifice, happy people know how to transcend! When years later we know that our favorite people are still living well, we will be more satisfied! "I did not come to this world because of you, but because of you I am more attached to this world. If I can be with you, I will be grateful to the world, and if I cannot be with you, I will walk away in silence, and still not lose my love and gratitude to the world- grateful to God for letting me meet you and part with you, and fulfill a poem created by God!" Life gives us endless sorrows and eternal answers. So, peaceful a renunciation, fixed a transcendence! Irrespective of how the worldly life changes, regardless of the way of personal choice, regardless of the weight of the things held in the hand, we are brave even though we escape, even though the sadness is also gratified! We are walking towards the depths of life as usual, we are gradually giving up as usual, and gradually firm...
The hardest thing to open is the door of the heart, the hardest road is the road of the heart, the saddest bridge is the bridge of the heart, and the hardest thing to adjust is the mind. The most difficult project in the world is to transform the inner world of people! When your fingers are dirty, you may not have to cut off your fingers; when your hat is small, you may not have to cut off your head. When you hold on to something and never let go of it, perhaps you will only ever have this thing, if you are willing to let go of it, you will be given the opportunity to make other choices.
The hardest thing to open is the door of the heart, the hardest way to go is the heart road, the saddest bridge is the heart bridge, the hardest thing to adjust is the mind. The most difficult project in the world is to transform the inner world of people! When your fingers are dirty, you may not have to cut off your fingers; when your hat is small, you may not have to cut off your head. When you grab a thing always not let go, perhaps you will only ever have this thing, if you are willing to let go, you will get other choice opportunities.
Never be dependent anyone in this world . Because even your shadow leaves you when you're in the dark.
Once the spring is gone, the red face grows old, the flowers fall and the people die.
Silent water flows deep, Cangsheng pedals; three lifetimes of yin and yin, one day of sadness and joy.
Lighting stars, the sound of people, not all the chaos beacon.
Like a flower, like a beautiful woman, like water flowing years, back to the past, can not return to the beginning.
Dark clouds cover the moon, the trail of people, can not say as lonely.
The sky is the limit, the love is hard to stop. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and you'll be able to do that.
Like this star was not last night, for whom the wind and dew stood in the middle of the night.
Ten years of life and death, not thinking about it, since it is hard to forget, thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about the bleak.
The butterfly is very beautiful, but in the end, the butterfly can't fly through the sea.
Finally for that a Jiangnan rain covered the world, Ronghua Xie, but a, mountains and rivers forever silent.
Fashion is a finger of sand, old is a period of years.
3, the long street long, the fireworks flourish, you pick the lamp back to see,
Short pavilion short, the red dust rolling, I put the Xiao again sigh.
4, the end is who makes the string broken, flowers fall shoulders, trance
5, how much red face pining, how much love broken, only to leave the blood stained ink crying messy graveyard.
6, the vast expanse of land a sword all save broken, where the prosperity of the pith fall. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at the whole thing, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good look at the whole thing.
7, let him all things clear and turbid, for you to smile between the reincarnation of sweet fall.
8, send you a song, do not ask the end of the song people gathered and dispersed.
9, who will smoke burning scattered, scattered across the ties.
10, listen to the string break, break that three thousand obsessions. The fall flower annihilation, annihilation of a wind ripples. If the flower is poor, fall in whose fingertips.
11, the mountains have wood, wood has branches, the heart pleases you, you do not know.
12, forget who first forget, the country is the old country. I'm not going to play, but I'm going to limp and dance, and I'm going to be a little bit surprised.
13. In the past, there were high buildings with strings on the morning and night, and on them there were dancing sleeves of the city and the country.
14. When all the flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you.
15, a spring to red face old, flowers fall people die two do not know.
16, still water deep, Cangsheng pedal; three life cycle, a sad and happy.
17, the lights and stars, the sound of people, not all the beacon of chaos.
18, such as flowers and beautiful, like water flowing years, back to the past, back to the beginning can not.
19, dark clouds cover the moon, the trail of people, can not say as lonely.
20, this time I left you, is the wind, is the rain, is the night;
21, the sky is not old, love is difficult to stop. The heart is like a double silk net, there are thousands of knots.
22, like this star is not last night, for whom the wind and dew stand in the middle of the night.
23, ten years of life and death, do not think about it, since the unforgettable, thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about bleak.
24, the butterfly is very beautiful, after all, butterflies can not fly the sea.
25, finally for that a Jiangnan rain and smoke over the world, Ronghua Xie, but a, mountains and rivers forever silent.
26, the wind is a finger sand, old is a period of years.
27, the mountains and rivers arch, for the gentleman a smile.
28, a few sighs a few worlds of sadness and joy ridiculous my life by me not by heaven.
29, through the flow of years dreaming back to the water to see the fireworks bloom out of the full moon.
30, the fog dispersed, the dream woke up, I finally saw the real, that is a thousand sails over the silence.
31, the two ends of the birth, we stand each other into the shore.
32, the edge of the gathering edge scattered edge like water, carrying ten thousand dust, just for a sentence, waiting for the next meeting.
33, look at the sky and the earth, the sun and the moon, constant silence; green mountains, long river, generations;
just like in my heart, you have never left, and never changed.
34. That's it, from now on, the mountains and the waters will never meet.
35, both do not look back, why not forget. If there is no destiny, why do you need to swear?
Today all kinds of, like water without trace. The next day and night, you have been strangers.
36, the heart of the slightest movement of the love of their own far, things are not, people are not, things are not, the past can not be traced.
37, perhaps the marriage of the past life may be the fate of the next life wrong to meet in this life to add a fruitless grudge.
38, a year old year, a day without a day, an autumn and an autumn, a generation urging a generation a gathering a parting, a joy a sadness, a couch a lying, a lifetime of a dream to find a partner acquaintance, he will be a moment we will be a moment of that general acquaintance, blowing a moment to sing a moment.
39, always in the unconscious years of life. The first thing you need to do is to look back at the other side of the river. The first thing you need to do is to find a way to get the best out of your life, and you'll be able to do it.
40, there is a kind of hidden is actually a hidden power, there is a kind of silence is actually a shocking confession.
41, only because of the feeling of the gentleman a review, make me think of you in the morning and evening.
42, lifting a cup of solo drunkenness, drinking the flying snow, bewildered and a year old.
43, turn around, a wisp of cold incense far away, died snow deep, smile shallow. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on the way to the next life.
44, a flower a world, a leaf a pursuit. The first time I saw this, it was a very good thing that I was so happy.
45, the fate of the world is never like water, rare tears, why all the love of life? I'm not going to be able to get a lot more than that, but I'm going to be able to get a lot more than that.
47, who should be who's hijacked who has become who's obsession.
48, if you are wild in this life I will drink with.
49, life is only like the first time to see at that time is only ordinary.
50, the heart has a tiger, smell the roses. After the feast, tears flowed.
The moon is pale, the wind is bleak, a piece of everlasting lute, floating acid in this life's attachment. Thoughts come on the night, drops flow in the sea of the moon, flurry fall into the empty night, silk sound engraved imprints, collision of the heart of the stupid, tears overflowing eyes, wantonly flow down, like strings like sobbing, as well as complaining.
Drinking the moon a thousand feet, silent night into the love, difficult to swing a strand of love. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal on a new product or service. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. I hate that the night is difficult to sleep, sprinkled with thoughts, cut thin a cold moon, counting jumped in the eyes, knot strands of love.
Tonight; step broken moonlight, let the past fly, sprinkled in every string, touching the sound of the voice as a complaint. The thoughts in the arms of the soft broken, diffuse in the night, turned into the sound of the low call, lingering flow into a thin sadness, hidden in the corner of the night, fell full of light sadness, spilling the silence.
Lone star broken, broken dreams, cold clothes. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and you'll be able to do it all in one place. However, the moment you turn your head, you have forgotten the tenderness of the millennium, for me to plant a bone-deep wound in this life; thousands of drunkenness, can not be drunk this life of ten thousand volumes of sadness. Volume in and out of the volume, words carved heart, only one song sings an unchanging story, fade into the heart.
Autumn water long day, the sun is like blood. Looking back, sadness and joy without a smile, whispering in the dream, pillow light pity, like a picture, like a dream. Your elegance, across my eyes, into a curtain of dreams, sprinkled in the soft into the moonlit night, gently provoked a thousand strands of attachment; all the tenderness of the past, still embellished with the fall eyebrow center, Wanwan light wandering, percolating micro-perfume; tenderness into a full of poetry, with the release of the night to its heart's content, however, the face is left shallow tear marks.
Drunken forgetfulness, how to be entangled in the family; can pity the silent night, the shadow of the words bleak. The first thing you need to do is to get to know each other, and then you'll be able to get to know each other better. In the ageless night, string up your warm piece of broken words, folded into the Tang and Song Dynasty, paved with the words of this night. A love affair can only be sent to the dream, and I, into a dream butterfly, waiting for the dawn of the moment in the long thin moonlight, **** dance.
The fate of the flowers, people go empty, dreaming of the flowers fall for who hurt? I'm not sure if I've ever been in the same place before, but I'm not sure if I've ever been in the same place before. Rub yourself into the reincarnation, remembering, in the dream of having met; parting, in the tearful eyes of the flowers fall between; heartbreak, in the fingertips of the pale; fade, in the ancient remnants of the dream. In the nightingale's bleak sigh, let a piece of delicate tenderness, choked and lost in the dark night of the poem. Allow a cavity of the Mian Wan of love, floating in the wind; any a warm rain, kissed all the lips on the cool; any cold moonlight, reflected in the eyes, a long fragrance.
More night, the white veil frost, dreaming of a thousand times, cold fog thick smoke, withered curtain full of fallen flowers. The whole thing is a very important part of the process, but it's also a very important part of the process. The meeting, parting, suddenly a dream. Like the wind, like frost, like a dream. A tear dripping on the rock, derived from a former wound. Perhaps, the parting is just a long journey in this life, and the tenderness of the three lifetimes is my obsession in this life, without regret or complaint.
In this life, I followed the ancient legend, in the time of the mile, for you to sprinkle withered petals. In this life, the brief lingering, the most beautiful memories, strung into a melodious melody, only to pay homage to the flowers in full bloom, the most gorgeous meeting. And I, only to be forgotten in --- the ancient remnants of the dream.
I want to know the gentleman, long life without end decline. The mountains have no mausoleum, the river for exhaustion, winter thunder vibration, summer rain and snow, heaven and earth together, but dare to be separated from the gentleman
The so-called happiness, gorgeous emptiness.
Always want to rub sweetness and pain into the dream, so that a slender figure night after night barefoot ironing dry my damp emotions; always want to rub silence and commotion into the sadness, so that a sheepish hours squinting, flowing into my desolate wilderness.
How can a person really forget the favorite one? So forgetting is just not wanting to remember.
A person always looks up and envies the happiness of this other person, and once he turns around, he realizes that he is being looked up to by others. In fact, everyone is happy, just, your happiness often exists in the eyes of others
This is the first time in the world that I've ever seen a person who is happy.