The moonlight and the autumn wind, the Xiaoxiao fallen leaves across the sky. From the drift, do not miss the bleak dance in the sky. The soul returns to the earth, remember that a lush. The spring rain, colorful butterflies and swallows rely on each other. The summer shadow, the cicadas singing frogs hiding lotus. Autumn wind, the dream of broken prosperity to the peach red. 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 leaf dance is a good autumn, cut off the prosperity of the smile of the nine states.
The time flow quietly, the years continue to change. From the initial ignorance, to today's materialistic, we are constantly running in life, but also in the life of constant creation. I don't know whether it is to satisfy their own desires, or to realize the value of life, we are in the sweat and tears and keep working hard, struggling.
The journey of life, there will always be or this or that regret, perhaps not a good family background, perhaps not enough intelligence, or no suitable development platform. However, God will never favor someone or exclude someone. From birth, everything we have, and the people we meet, are not gifts from God. A lot of things that appear in our life, we have to learn to adapt, learn to overcome.
Life is like this, we love it, it loves us, we abandoned it, it also abandoned us. Indeed, life will always encounter or this or that difficulty, but as long as we bravely face, unremitting efforts, all of this has become the cornerstone of our success. Life will not be without setbacks, nor will it be without luck, only we continue to challenge, continue to grow, can be perfected, to obtain the desired future.
On the journey of life, we will get more and more, the loss of course will not be less. Many times, we think we want to get the material, but lost the valuable emotions; we thought we made a lot of friends, but regret not know their soulmates. In this world of lights and wine, we are tempted by a variety of things, money, fame, power ...... none let our hearts stupid.
Of course, I never reject such a prosperous world, after all, we were born in the world, and how can not touch the fireworks. Just in our pursuit of money and fame, we should have a good heart to work hard, to struggle, rather than selfish, unscrupulous to get. After all, in the end, we do not want to live full of guilt.
I was lucky to get it, and I lost my life. In life, there are too many things, we are destined to be difficult to get. At this time, the heart should maintain a modest, a indifferent, between the loss and gain to stay a point of calm, stay a free. Perhaps there are some things that we really difficult to put down, but life is difficult to complete. In the discard and get between, with a calm heart to face, perhaps to be the next year, you will suddenly found that once the suffering, once the pain, are in the precipitation of the years, become clear and quiet.
Autumn winds and zero leaves, chopping off the prosperity of the smile of the nine states. Autumn leaves drifting, seems to be the end of a prosperous, is actually thousands of life on the years of goodbye. Yes, in the countless times of spring and fall, nature knows more about the tenderness of the years than we do. Between going to stay, but also inherently have a indifferent feelings, so this side of the world, only seems to be so high sky and sea.
The heart of a good cool fall, cut through the love of people worry.
The leaves of the spring and fall in a flash, light words more pay the end of the world. The winds of the Pengcheng Theresa, sadness drunkenly cover the veil. The light of the moon, a little bit of starlight, seems to know a parting of the world. Tonight I walked quietly in the familiar street corner, let the ears echo sad melody. Thinking of you beside me gently calling "even though I do not believe in love, but I believe you" at that time, I was so proud and happy, but now it is only left with the despondent and longing, let a person helpless and obsessed.
So, I try to gaze, want to go beyond the flow of time, chasing a frame after frame of beautiful memories. But everything has ceased to exist, the only executive half a sigh, stay half a life of helplessness. I think the recent dream, will hover in, you laugh track, let me hard to pull myself out, do not want to wake up.
I don't know if you will remember, I first about you that time. I sat on the opposite side of you, separated by a distance of a few feet, quietly looking at you, and then a bright smile, and said, "Some other day to choose a time, we go out to shop together, okay?" You heard, seems to be an electric shock, about 5 seconds later, you turned your back to me, and then slowly lowered his head, and said softly "Well" I heart a moment on the music, and back to "That can be said, on next Tuesday it ... ... ..." I thought about how cute we were back then, and how nice it would have been if we could have stayed like this, as you said to me. And perhaps no one knows, at that moment my eyes, has begun to flow for you lovesick autumn water.
Separation, is a word we do not like, but often appear in our lives, and let a person carved in the heart, endless memories. Even if the surrounding `many people will advise us not to indulge in sadness, but there are some things that are destined to be unforgettable. Even if we pretend not to care, but in the dead of night, we lie in bed, hiding in the quilt, inadvertently touch the memory of that section, the corner of the eye will vaguely out of the deep tears.
If you can walk with you for a century, how can I afford to leave too many blanks? If your sunshine can shine into my heart, how can I shed tears of infatuation. The only thing is that this is as beautiful as a flower, like water flowing years, you rewrite the time into thoughts, so that I wandered in the youth, long this thought. 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 products and services in the world.
Finally, after the baptism of tears in a fall, our hearts become stronger and stronger, more and more clarified. Until one day, we think we have forgotten that story, however all, in fact, did not disappear. Because we got to grow, learned to cherish, these are the crystallization of the alliance, the eternal once.
Indeed, time, there are always some memories, straight to the heart, so people can not forget. In the red dust, there are always some stories, quietly guarding the flowers, this life is bright and undefeated. About once, perhaps we are looking for eternity. So thanks to the people who have accompanied me, will certainly cherish, cherish have, cherish every laughter.
Under the moon, the star frost dancing in the sky, cut through the love of the sad. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and I was in the middle of a long journey, and I was in the middle of a long journey, and I was in the middle of a long journey, and I was in the middle of a long journey, and I was in the middle of a long journey. Even if a once promised, I and the river and mountains will always be, but the yellowed leaves, as well as the scattered stories, ultimately can not beat the heart of the sour, and even too late to say goodbye. So I'm willing to let go of your hand, put away the promise I made to you, let you free to find, the answer to happiness!
The dream breaks a good autumn, do not ask the next life around the finger.
Lift your eyes and look for the orchid boat, the end of the world into the eyes. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. Once missed in this life, there will be only passing clouds, even if the flash in the pan, you have never complained. I don't have to promise me the future, and I don't have to ask me the next life, if this world can't white hair, after death I will drink Mengbo soup, wandering without your earth.
Although I said so decisively, but you still understand me as in the beginning, in the time alone, you still ask me, ask me what I want to do in the next life? I said "the next life, the next life is so far away, I have not thought about it?" Then you looked down and kept quiet, and after a while, you finally whispered two words, "Yes". See you a little strange, so I touched your head, and said "fool, if there is a next life, I still do people."
"And you? If there is an afterlife, what do you want to do?" I asked in return. At this point, you quietly looked at me, looked for a long time for a while, and then seriously said, you want to be a leaf. I said, good, then in the next life I will be your man in the shade of the forest.
You asked me, why? I just said, I want to be in your eyes, talk about a love affair, acting once the end of the world, let you also look at the envy, look at the thought. Then you will make a wish, I hope you can be a man in your next life, meet a man as gentle as me, and then never give up, white hair and old age.
When you heard that, you hammered my chest a few times and then said I was a big bad guy. "Which ah, which..." I immediately held you tightly in my arms and said. Looked at you down low, in my arms to feel the tenderness, I reached out and touched your head, and then gently ruffled your forehead hair, said "fool, if you are a leaf in the next life, I also want to stay beside you from time to time, so that you can feel my sunshine bright, poetic and lively." Then, we hugged like this, always hugging.
Flowers bloom in the old place, the geometry of the next life? I am always more naive and always love to fantasize. I think there will be a day, I hold your hand, and then say to you a "darling, happy birthday" and then sing a happy birthday song, make a wish, blow out the candlelight of happiness, and then eat the cake together. Then hold you in your arms, whispered to you, perhaps in the past life, you are a leaf, this life will realize the wish of the past life, do a person, met the past life under the shade of the tree, then let us just like this, happy to go on, until the white head of the old man.
It is often said that the white head of red dust love, do not ask the next life around the finger. I wish there was a day when the wind blew gently and the flowers bloomed quietly, and I held you in my arms, accompanied by the birds and flowers, and listened to the story of the end of the world.
I wish there was a day when the water would gurgle and flow, and the fish would swim slowly, and I would accompany you to the lake, and then I would go boating, and then the sun would rise and the moon would set, and then I would see the sea of change and the sea of spring and autumn.
The fence wants to ask about the Spring and Autumn things, fame and fortune by not by stay. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money. Life is like this, there are too many things, let us in the pursuit of the time, lost the direction, forget the original wish.
Unbeknownst to me, the past, whether it is brilliant, or down and out, it is impossible for us to pile up a good future. Only on the way forward, constantly cultivate self, enhance awareness, only in the sad and happy life, the achievement of life without complaint.
In the script of life, all the past, like being ordered on the wheel of time, not slow and fast forward, and then become hazy. Even if the tears of the night, vaguely remnants of the face of your low-eyebrow smile, but about your heart's desire, after all, by the messy wind, blown to the wilderness without thoughts. And those pages that were written by me, but also in the season of rain and misty rain, with the cold ink, into a secret that no one asked.
A green coat walks in the smoke and rain, laughing at the red dust light farewell. With an indifferent and elegant love, a pot of discretionary stories in the heart, wandering a song of love, tasting a parting sorrows, dawn a frame of the wind and moon through the years. Then listen to the heart, the pulse of nature, the murmur of life, in the years of interdependence, the story of you and me, into the most affectionate poems and dreams, which may be more chic eternity.
The palm of the autumn leaves are still swirling, but the story has already entered the epilogue. One day we will understand, the so-called fame and money, just like can't hold the quicksand, in your tugging the tighter time, the loss of more often than not. There is also the love of the love, the love of the bone, also so. All of them, do not ask for the next life, only seek this world.
Alas, sigh only sigh: this half window storm, when to close? This leaf spring and fall, how to cross?
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world.