Loneliness it will erode me, quiet dull, quiet contemplation, that the passing of the years, where is the end, covering the heart of the hurt, alone guarding the hidden heartache.
If I still think of you, that sentimental thoughts, perhaps will have been scattered air, has been filled with my world, long time not disperse.
Thoughts come back, the song remains the same, but things are different. That wisp of a smile is still there, just more than a trace of helplessness in the eyes.
Even if you are in the end of the world, I am in the corner of the sea, no matter whether you miss the years, never regret meeting you. For the love of people in the heart to stay a position is the most happy thing, I believe there will always be so a place to put our dream of meeting. There will always be a day to bloom when we embrace the smile.
I believe that, no matter see or not see, read or not read, we will have been sitting quietly on both sides of the shadow of time, separated from the passing of the years, through the thousands of mountains and snow, the eyes crystal, sincere and focused on the dust of each other, look at the transition of time and space, look at the clouds, look at the other side of the flower fall and bloom.
Although the world has a hundred winks of red, and I stubbornly love you that kind. 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 can get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.
Like the tranquility of the night, can filter out those who let themselves upset by the noise; like the depth of the night, can let their thoughts unrestrained wandering in the space and time; like the quiet of the night, can let their hearts deep loneliness quietly dance.
Si unintentionally, long read into obsession, as if the drunken obsession, the whole world is in the sinking and floating quietly floating away. Even if it is a thousand reluctance and helplessness, it is really just an ideological exile, and ultimately died in his hometown, so why should I wave my hand and disturb the soil, sobbing and leeching like sadness.
In the low head and head up, choose to walk in the memory and forget the demarcation line. But some things, once remembered, is forever.
If there is an afterlife, I choose to be a grass, quietly watching the flowers, enjoy the cozy sunset. If that's the case, there is no substitute for the facts and memories that already exist.
If the memory of the wreckage can be exchanged for that a long, long time ago the state of mind, how I would choose, whether or not it also needs to be the precipitation of the smoke and fire of the three lifetimes. If life can come again, I choose to meet no one, a lifetime of calm and peace of mind to finish. Carefully experience Jiang Yingrong's song brought me a touch of soul, captured the inner world of music spark, only to understand, listening to Yingrong's wonderful song, accompanied by the band's melody, you will find that the song is still residual in the voice of Yingrong.
2, the song, always wonderful, can bring people endless reverie, song, let people travel in the dream world, forget.
3, last night in the Chinese and Western music song and dance conference, "Chinese and Western silk and bamboo and singing" of the three songs, really mesmerized me. It was like a late spring morning. The drizzling rain sprinkled silently on my face, causing a feeling of moistness and relaxation. The fresh breeze blew my shirt, like my lover's nostrils blowing on my hand. I stood on an alum stone tunnel, after the rain, as coated with a thin layer of cream; tread only feel more and more slippery and lovely.
4, the song is sometimes moving, like gurgling water like a whisper, unique style; sometimes poignant, if the dew drops bamboo leaves like Ling Ling sound, intriguing. Sometimes as thick as an eagle spreading its wings when a long song, deafening; sometimes as gentle as a line of tears when the deep love of the heart, buckle people's hearts. I sleep on it day after day, but in the usual neglected its beauty.
5, song, as a gurgling stream, washing your mind; song, as a ray of brilliant sunshine, illuminating your heart; song, as a breeze, whisked away your sadness ......
6, this time the song, like a mouthful of good tea, slowly savoring the song, book The words come alive. This change more than yet lost up, the melody of the gesture, so that my depressed heart calm, as if with the melody into the ink-black night.
7, the ear at the same time playing their favorite songs. The sound of the song is sometimes moving, such as the gurgling water in the mountain stream; the sound of the song is sometimes passionate, such as the rolling waves of the sea; the sound of the song is sometimes melancholy sad, such as Lin Daiyu look at the moon sadness, see the flowers fall tears.
8, "a beautiful jasmine, a beautiful jasmine, fragrant and beautiful full branches ......" I sat at the computer desk, the music intentionally or unintentionally automatically jumped to that one. The song is so sweet, but not her sweet; memories are so beautiful, but less her back.
9, song, is how magical, it does not need to narrate the story to us, as long as listening to the melody of the tune, you know the author or the song to express the emotions.
10, countless times, a person in the campus of the trail quietly walking, listening to the depths of the trail a tune curling out. Walking on campus, is the spring breeze, willow fluttering; is the eyes full, is the song clear; so I will step on the young rhythm, enjoy thinking, enjoy roaming, enjoy the campus to give me a sheepish solitude ......
11, the song gives me joy. When listening to the song, holding a relaxed and happy mood, the harvest is a happy mood. Holding a lost and demoralized mood, the harvest is also a happy mood. Holding a painful and sad mood, the harvest is still a happy mood. Music gives me joy, the wonderful song is the messenger of happiness.
12, the song gives me strength. Whenever you write a blog post, listen to a song, and strike the keyboard to have some clanging footsteps. It seems that the music gave me an inexplicable force, so that I have an indescribable sense of excitement.
13, the bamboo forest, in the morning with a gauze-like "fog clothes", hazy, hidden, clouds and fog will wrap her up, it is not a shy little girl, dancing with her flowery clothes, glancing at you a smile, which is the main theme of the dream, when the students sing again, the beautiful song accompanied by the rain and fog, in the rain and fog, in the rain and fog, in the rain and fog. With the misty rain, in this bamboo forest, the beauty is not only outside, in the visual, but shocking.
14, so, countless times a person in the campus trails through, listening to a song from the classroom, from a small mouth into my young ear drums. I then believe that this song is not accompanied by me from childhood to youth, and from youth to the peak of the ideal?
15, in any environment to listen to the song, are a kind of enjoyment. When sad, listening to the song can temporarily forget the present injury, follow the melody of the song, to a paradise. Happy, listening to the song can make the mood more pleasant, see the beauty of the beauty, do anything with energy, as if the body has inexhaustible strength.
16, the hustle and bustle of the market less a night of peace and quiet, flashing neon lights to the pedestrians said the heart of the misery and desolation. Pop music has naturally become the protagonist of night life. The streets and alleys are filled with noisy songs that make people restless.
17, song, is a kind of fashion, leading the modern trend. Jolin Tsai, Jay Chou and other singers are almost no one knows, no one knows. People often listen to songs when they are using computers, when they are working, to make their activities interesting, to make empty monotonous things become full and pleasant, and to make happiness extraordinary.
18, the song is multi-faceted, different songs have different rhythms, we listen to a different feeling, sweet and sour, bitter and salty.
19, song is the wings of the human soul. Songs, can release feelings, open the windows of the soul, relaxation, relieve pressure. And listening to songs, for me, is an indispensable part of life.
20, open the cool I music box, enjoying a song to a beautiful music, that elegant tune let me calm, that fast melody let me rotate, that popular songs let me passion, that high tune let me excited.
1, I will take your good night to dream to the most touched
2, [ you can not see my light and why do I need to force again ]
3, I used to be very thin in the future is also very thin so I have to be fat for a period of time now, otherwise life is not complete.
4, if the enemy makes you angry, that means you have not won his grasp
5, like a person, every time you meet is like a long time goodbye.
6, I am me, no one has to like you.
7, I was surrounded by the warmth of all the people clustered around but felt the bone-chilling cold and loneliness
8, I heard that when the exams are sent down to the rolls should be rushed to kiss (steady).
9, the gentleman is open and honest, the villain is long. (Analects of Confucius)
10, I hate that kind of disagreements.
11, the pig hit the tree, you hit the pig on it, chasing the tail, right?
12, everyone has a city in their hearts, no matter where you go, always because of a city and think of a person.
13, the stronger the heart, the more beautiful the smile.
14, these days, the toilet has become a student's recreational area
15, things have changed / suanming /
16, everyone says you deserve to be alone in the desolate fact that no one understands your long
17, fate is responsible for shuffling the cards, but playing cards is our own!
18, life becomes beautiful is not by chance, but you try to change the results.
19, your words and behavior and how to match?
20, a person is like a program, if you always let me crash, I had to uninstall you.
21, happy as a black day, every day with you!
22, I believe the world is always so beautiful.
23, is to find a warm person, through the rest of this life. I'm not sure if you're a good person, but I'm a good person.
24, many years later, the most afraid of changing the person is not me, but that is to say that he loves me
25, if my life is a movie, then you are the pop-up ads
26, even if it is a piece of shit will have to meet the day of the shits, so do not have to be frustrated for you are a piece of shit.
27, men before marriage is an animal, after marriage is a plant, after having children is mineral.
28, by the strange people scolded me can be teeth for teeth, familiar people hurt me but can not fight.
29, if God wants to destroy a person must first make it crazy, but I'm crazy for so long why God has not destroyed me.
30, want to be irreplaceable, you must always be different.
31, I want to give you the world, but I forgot that what you need is not me
32, do not miss the last bus home and the people who love you.
33, to the person you trust, never lie; to the person you lie, never trust.
34, simply you do not know how to love me, and why care so much.
Messy thoughts saidThe east stream passes water, leaves fall one after another, the passing time is so quietly, slowly faded away, wearing new clothes, point firecrackers. A year, a year, gradually approaching, secretly away, I organize messy thoughts, to the new year to go, another year of green grass, can not catch the time of the unmercifully out of the fingers of the gap.
Messy thoughts said
a. The evening wind in the fall, blowing the drunken. Drunken people, messy thoughts in the wind, I do not know what day and night. May, good wine, **** degree of the rest of life.
Second, the wind blowing leaves, more than a few obsessed, more than a few helpless, a sigh, too much disturbance in the red dust. The thoughts are messed up into a thousand strands. Write a story, tears fall thousands of lines, the heart for your obsession, really tired. Back and forth, faded from the flashy, who can be plain to ****. Do not want to dye yes and no, the world is entangled, always against their wishes.
Third, An Nian Rusu, memory, boundless silk rain as fine as the sadness, messy thoughts for a long time. 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. The heart of the love, silent search for the long-desired warmth.
Fourth, the snow filled garden, cold early winter, the bitter death of the departed. The first time I saw this, I had to go to the hospital to get a prescription for a newborn. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it, and I'll be able to do it.
Fifth, busy and tired, messy thoughts, no need to organize. Only focus on doing something: running, reading, listening to music, painting, organizing the desk clothing, pruning flowers, eating, drinking, chatting, smiling.
Six, fished out a book of Eileen Chang, opened a few eyes and put back sickly. I know what I look like nowadays, busy all day into a heap of things, determined to make some achievements in this half year, the immediate future for the next month's exams and head bald. Such a me, I really do not have the mood to sit down properly to taste the book to organize my messy thoughts and emotions.
VII, # daily good # now I have to recognize the ordinary own extraordinary beauty. From the new organized a messy thoughts, delete the wrong ideas, from the new start a new life. In the face of tomorrow, I will no longer be disillusioned, and I will strive to find the beauty that remains undiscovered. I firmly believe that ordinary me will also have an extraordinary side.
Eight, the rain fell silently, memories countless. Touching the softness of the rain, I seem to see those old memories, with the messy rain, scene after scene to penetrate the barriers of time, so that the old thoughts revisit the old, once again to savor that section of the lost beauty.
Nine, late at night, I was sleepless, messy thoughts, disturbed my heart! Too many choices, so that I have a choice of phobia, I am in the life of the helpless to choose to give up self? Or stick to the work for my own life and worry? I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it!
Ten, the old king of a phone call, so I messed up a night, all the thoughts were sealed so without warning outbreaks. I thought I had long forgotten about it, but I didn't think it was the forgetfulness of forgetting!
Eleven, the autumn rain wet street twilight deep, night light subtle drunkenness, alone chant a seven-character sentence, thoughts messy does not leave a mark.
twelve, there is a group of dream makers in the world. They are like stars, sleeping in our daytime, in our night, eating rainbows, eating stars, eating the moon, eating dew, eating the shells of the golden turtles, eating our messy thoughts during the day, eating our fear and uneasiness, guarding us on our pillows, painting us the best of all possible worlds. In the world you can not see, there is a group of people so guard you.
Thirteen, the chest of true love, thoughts are messy, can not carve gorgeous rhetoric. Language in the face of love can not be self-control, error, and therefore desire is often plain speech.
Fourteen, the wind outside the window is a little raging, the window of my thoughts are messy and disturbed.
XV, the rain stopped, the wind with the coolness of autumn, messy thoughts, yellow leaves slightly curled, with traces of vicissitudes, drifting down, suddenly felt that the original vicissitudes of life is also so beautiful. Perhaps the falling leaves is a more difficult journey, but that know, that obsession will not change its tough character, dust all the way, no sadness, no loss, firmly believe that the season of reincarnation, there is always belong to their own green
sixteen, the world's southernmost lighthouse top, the weather is not so good in the morning, the top of the tower is the gusty winds lifted away from the messy thoughts of a long time hard to settle down.
seventeen, mangosteen is expected to come, in the day to meet his arrival, doing all the preparations, during the period, by the way, I am not the God of Medicine finished watching. Accompanied by the raging wind and cold drizzle, the door of the folded waist of the name of the tree and the ground messy leaves, this scene, a hundred thoughts come to mind.
18, I do not know why the thoughts in the mind so messy, the first two hours can still see the face, think it is a split second into the ashes! Life and death in a flash, all the past into memories, deep in the hearts and minds of others. Some people, tears such as torrential rain pouring, heartbreaking pain through the cry in order to vent. Some people, just standing around, while joking and watching these kneeling on the ground hurt people crying, talking about this family wearing mourning people, who is who's son, who is who's aunt, who is who's grandson. I look at the eyes of indignation, but shook his head helplessly down, our grief in others look just a time of hilarity, a time to be able to summarize other people get together *** with the topic of discussion, as if it is also just in this time, other people's thoughts and consciousness are in a line, the words are similar to each other very much! We grieved, agonized, spilled tears, and could only placate each other, we couldn't change anything, we had to, we had to bow our heads and accept this reality! My thoughts are still very messy, life and death is just a moment, but separated the two worlds!
nineteen, tasted Shaoshan water, and tasted Xiangjiang fish, Orange Island head stand, a fly thinking. I want to follow the wise man, lest the footsteps are messy, can not catch up with the Starland. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
Twenty, the sudden downpour, but washed away the messy thoughts.
XXI, lying in bed, another night of some messy thoughts, good night.
Twenty-two, perhaps recently is my mood is low, so the thoughts are messy.
Twenty-four, the world's scenery is always appropriate, listen to the wind, see the flowers fall, in the gentle years to write a paper sentiment. And smell and talk, the old years of dreams I do not know if there is still a moment of my warmth, and I fell in love with that tree blossoms, in the flow of years will also gradually fade? When the floating thoughts around the silhouette of the fall, those messy, refused to give up the thoughts in the bottom of the heart gradually depressed! The wind is cool, the leaves fall, are reflected in this season of sadness, rain, clear sky, are gradual change of life's most beautiful scenery
Twenty-five, thoughts messy knot into a net, the more the net tighter, straight to the heart, after a pain, only to give up.
Twenty-six, throw off the messy thoughts a heart walk, seriously focus on the street scene. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Twenty-seven, the world is changing so fast, life is so helpless, messy thoughts drift to where, tired body to where, if life is not as good, we are here for you.
Twenty-eight, thoughts were surrounded by the sound of cicadas, frogs hit the pond, the reflection is too messy, ripples girdle, from which you can see, another face in the world.
Twenty-nine, loneliness, you are a kind of existence? Is afraid of the darkness, a sudden sense of fear; is a person's messy thoughts, was rubbed into a ball by you; is endless confusion and can not change the status quo, annoying; is to walk on the edge of the choice and be chosen, but there is no way to choose; or to touch the beating heart, but there is not the slightest feeling of hot.
Thirtieth, so many years past, those hopes are like a sunshine bubble floating in the air, flashing colorful light, sometimes close and sometimes far, spelled a wound, but always touch, blame me for not trying hard enough? Messy thoughts, hasty forward, heavy pace, so many years, so tired ah!
31, people live a life, will always encounter a few storms, will always encounter unjust treatment. Instead of complaining, it is better to change; instead of anger, it is better to fight! Some people say that anger is a manifestation of incompetence. I think there is some truth in this saying. Anger will only make yourself angry, hurt the body, and let the mind clutter, but not any help to solve the problem.
Thirty-two, alas, sometimes want to say something, but do not know how to speak, but also can not express the idea of the heart, thoughts confused, in a messy situation, ah, hard