Hans Christian Andersen was the most successful liar in the world.
I count your smiles every day, but you are so lonely even when you smile. Your smile, they say, is beautiful and forlorn.
When I want to say something the most, it is often also when I am the most silent.
Time can take away the most precious but keep your thoughts.
And lonely conversation, just do not want to believe that you have left.
The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you.
Perhaps, some people and some things, the abandonment should be abandoned.
I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it in the future.
I'd rather laugh and cry than cry and say I regret it
Women are like clothes, but my sister is a brand you can't afford to wear.
See through, don't say through, continue to be friends.
You said, for me to do so much, have nothing to do with love.
The dream is shattered, I am still waiting for you in the same place.
You gave me a drop of tears, and I saw all the ocean in your heart!
Rejection or acceptance, there must be a reason to cope with.
The first thing you need to do is to get the love of your life to be more complicated.
In the wear and tear of the years, the sadness and happiness are precipitated, but a layer of sentimentality is floating on the surface.
Love is like a mirror, once there is a crack, so the scenery in the mirror is also distorted.
When the sky clears up, maybe I will love you again.
You can get love any way you want, but you need wisdom to keep it.
Talking to loneliness, I just don't want to believe that you have left.
The greatest joy of a woman in love is when the man she loves recognizes her as a part of him.
Love is like a flower of lies, knowing that the objective existence of the beautiful, will fade in the weeks and months of the years, and we, why do we insist on going to the blossoming of a moment.
The passing years, how to find back?
The world originally does not belong to you, so you do not need to abandon, to abandon is all the obsession. Everything is for me, but not for me. Picked up the said: as long as he endured his avoidance of him by his resistance to him do not care about him, and then after a few years, you and see him.
Abstinence from anger, is the law of the body, convergence and quiet, is the law of the family, casually and naturally, is the law of the province, do good and repair the heart is the law of the world. The first thing you need to do is to get a good understanding of how to do this.
Lift up and put down called weight lifting, lift up and put down called weight.
The first thing I'd like to say is that I'm not sure I'm going to be able to do that.
The good one love is that you see the whole world through a person, the bad one love is that you give up the world for a person.
Hate can stir up disputes, and love can cover up all faults.
It takes only one word to destroy a person, but a thousand words to cultivate a person.
If one day we are not together, we should be like together.
I'm not sure if I'm a good person, but I'm not a good person. If you don't see others, you are the root of all evil.
If you hate others, it is you who suffer.
Regret is a kind of emotion that consumes one's spirit. Regret is a bigger loss than loss, a bigger mistake than mistake, so don't regret it.
The gold is left to the children and grandchildren, the children and grandchildren may not be able to keep; accumulation of books in the children and grandchildren, the children and grandchildren may not be able to read. The first thing you need to do is to accumulate a lot of money, and then you will be able to get it back to your family.
Jealousy of others, hatred of others, is tantamount to giving one's life to others.
Jealousy of others does not add anything to one's favor. Neither does envy of others diminish the achievements of others.
Lonely people will always remember with all their hearts every person who has appeared in his life, so I always remember you in every starry night over and over again to count my
Words are not as good as words, words are not as good as words.
The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. When I cried that I had no shoes to wear, I realized that someone had no feet.
Accumulation of virtue for industry, strong than the beauty of the house and good land.
A lie is like a blooming flower, beautiful in appearance and short in life.
Memory is like water poured in the palm of your hand, no matter if you spread it out or hold it tightly, it will eventually flow cleanly from your fingers drop by drop.
Remember what you have to remember, forget what you have to forget. The only thing that can be changed is the acceptance of the unchangeable
The only beautiful love letter: in love with you, like falling in love with a gentle flower
The only beautiful love letter: in love with you, like falling in love with a gentle flower
Drunkenly flicked a lonely smoke cloud, I sit alone in it. The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you.
The moon has no heart, no tears, a dream of a thousand years of suffering. 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.
A
You gently sighed, awakened me a thousand years of ghostly thoughts. The sound of the wind, blowing up the skirt of the Yi, blowing the black hair of the Yi. The long and beautiful thoughts of the people who are in love with the silence of the distant land, fell into a lonely reverie. You keep half a wisp of poetic heart, keep the peach blossom willow green, keep a thousand years of wine. However, these are scattered in the landscape of the years, early sleep in your heart lake, no longer be remembered.
A round of bright moon, fell into the shallow dimple of Yi, tears into snow. You gently push open my poetic doorway, ripples spring dream a field. I stole the brocade year, just to run to a lonesome flowers and moonlight. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this. Who put the bleak verse, remote mail. The first thing you need to do is to ask for a flower, and the second thing you need to do is to ask for a flower, and the third thing you need to do is to ask for a flower.
After you left, my world is half desolate, half lonely. The desolate is my heart that loves you y, blowing thin a section of the old words of the sunny and round and missing. I can't afford to look down, but I can't afford to pick up a flower. The lonesome is to cut off the ten thousand strands of longing, spread all over the desolate moon color. When I look back, I can no longer find your gentle eyes. Who would like to write a new song for me and send it to me from afar? Who is willing to wait for my earth, listening to the meteor falling star wish. Perhaps, the only sleep in your mirage, I can be separated from the landscape of the past life, riding a white horse, running to your northern country.
Two
The steps of the spring breeze, crushed through my y buried memories, and idle sorrow. How many fallen leaves do not return, lonely who asked. 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 going to take the poetic rain with me and walk into your forest. I borrowed the moonlight to describe your gentle lips and kissed your soul. You are in my clear sky, folding every strand of the wind sound of forgetting each other in the rivers and lakes, and then return to the eternal silence. You come, or do not come, I am drunk on the moon, the original heart remains the same. I just wish, this life can be with you Mo lost Mo forget, the next life to renew the previous destiny.
The song is a journey of mountains and rivers, and the shadow of lonesomeness is relocated in vain. Drawing a spring on paper, the first heart full of a few petals. I walk in your shadow, just like a Buddha before the green lotus. The face is half-covered, so what is the meaning of the word "sheng xiao mime". If the floating life is happy, the gathering and dispersal is always no evidence. When the light outside the window, in my fingertips pale into a butterfly kiss. Your heart is listening to the lonely empty court in the spring. I want to climb the roof of memory, the most beautiful moments, full of each other's heart lake. I'd like to climb up to the roof of my memory, and fill the lake of each other's hearts with the most beautiful moments, and then return to the eternal silence and wait for the end of one's life.
Gaze, hand in hand with a season of spring rain, and you **** hold a sunny umbrella. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money and a good deal of money. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the services you need. If you would like to come quietly, please bring the moonlight into the dream. If you are willing to wait for me for a lifetime, please take a maple leaf and put it in your poem. I love you, and I love the desolate loneliness. Because of you. My earth, is the spring ambiguous blossom. Because of you. My azure, is always a clear sky.
When the eyes of the shooting star gently closed, my verse has been given by you to the soul. That vivid life, like a long-lost sweet spring, nourish my hungry soul. I covet your flavor in my memory. I bend my head and kiss you gently. I sleep soundly in the dream of spring, please don't wake me up, okay? If we are not destined to stay together until old age, please let me sleep in that eternal dream, remembering you, waiting for you, loving you. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.
Three
Spring, in the eyes of winter, silently roamed through your April days. The moonlight fell into the bend of Yi's brow, drunk with the xiaoqi of that year in this life. Familiar and unfamiliar look forward to, watch for a thousand years, why can not meet with you under the willow. The regrets of this life, slowly flowing in the next life of the River of Forgetfulness, do not think about it, since the unforgettable. You don't see, red face like a flower, gradually aging. It is like a ray of spring light, floating past your window, but forgot to renew the previous appointment with me.
A love net, captured how much old time. A string and a pillar of thought years, how many years missed as a song. The month, curling silent far away, do not know the way back. Have you ever walked on the lonely road, listening to the prosperity of the cold Li song, drunkenly flicking the front edge. That year, that month, that time. I waited for you, under the moon, in the spring breeze. Even though the previous destiny has passed away, my heart still laughs at the spring breeze. I pray that you will be in the city of the moon, pick up a sent to the life of the love letter, instantly will I remember.
Winter to spring and back, in the scattered spring breeze. You are light and comfortable. The only thing is that you can't be a good person, but you can't be a good person. Like an unfinished manuscript of poetry, the ink is dense, clear and mysterious. You are like spring rain, nourishing my withered heart, appendix spring dream. After you left, I was alone in the light to be married, scooped up the poem into a mound. 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.
The sound of your rain, roaming through my starry sky. The pair of wet eyes, awakening the sleeping lotus, will be the heart of the snow. Whose verse bases loneliness in your body, from the previous destiny to this life, from this life to continue to the next life. Each of my life, with the regret of deep love and not life, advise you not to drink the water of forgetfulness, in order to continue the destiny of the next life.
Four
A person's day is very simple, monotonous repetition of every note in life. Put the long days and nights, burning into sorrow. Every night sleep on the pillow of your verse, folding the sad paper kite, send the love of ten thousand strands. I love the way you are gentle, I love to fall asleep to the sound of your piano and step into your spring dream. I like to write you love poems every day, even if those verses are the moonlight of the other night, at least it can accompany you for me. I like to listen to you tell stories, even if those stories are overnight rain clouds, at least it can be in my memory with me skin to skin.
When the peach blossom knocked gently, you drained the last drop of blood, speckled with memories in the sunset, standing as a tree. I am in the dyeing of the green spring wind, read the gentleman as the beginning, sobbing. Looking back, the season of winter snow, mercilessly covered the warm memories belonging to us. I hold a boat full of past events, sailing to you. But by the old light of day stood into a lonely island, in the red dust of the ferry stranded. In the fragrance of my poem, there is no longer your figure. The only thing is that your back is far away, getting smaller and smaller.
Pushing open the hidden door, I stepped into your spring rain. 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, and you'll be able to do that. Let the thoughts with the wind, every season of love, are turned into a rainy season, with you in the romantic rain. I don't think of you because I am lonely, but because I think of you to be lonely. I have a pure and warm heart, which sooner or later will grow a pair of wings, kiss your heart, and cling to you.
V
I don't bury flowers, I don't bury leaves, I only bury the heart. The fragrant red dust has gone far away, I put my hands together. Everything about you is buried in the lush years, listening to the whispers of the soul. You are like an acacia red beans, from the north drifted down my Jiangnan, rooted in the fertile soil of my soul, with my mutual love. Memory of the lake, there are still floating a few wisps of your poetry, light, not eye-catching, but pity. Wet with a thousand years of sentiment, detaining the three worlds of destiny.
Irreversible destiny, the operation of the three lifetimes of destiny, to the winter snow, to the wind of a gravel. I lightly flicked the dusty edge, picking a branch of the new peach, but did not see the spring wind is still. The original time buried not only the past, but a soft heart. The long night you will still lose sleep? The wind in the love language, whether it will send you to the pleasant sound of the piano, accompanied by you humming childhood songs.
You see, that green shade. The falling red, how like a heart of deep love. She snuggled up to the soil, waiting for the turn of the rainy season. And you, always come, do you not believe in reincarnation, do you not believe that the encounter in this life is the continuation of the fate of the next life? If there is an afterlife for love, I would like to be a woman with a smile like a flower, pouring out a lifetime of tears, only for you to be in love. I would like to, guarding the colorful shadow of the falling flowers, write down a few lines of exquisite words, sent to you far away. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money from the company.
Dusk, cold rain. The world is filled with the fragrance of a thousand years of poetry, wet and dry, dry and wet. That is your shy heart, shaking down a world full of fragrance, brocade characters slightly cold. Falling in love with you is like falling in love with a gentle flower, draped in the hazy moonlight, always telling inexhaustible words of love, played into a pleasant piano. You are my mountains and waters, I just occasionally pass by your clear sky of a blue. When the stillness of the mountains stopped laughing, I shook awake a budding acacia in your dream, Nianjun do not come to be safe.
1, was wounded heart can still love who?
2, physical pain can never compare to the spiritual,
3, there is no intentional sadness, there is no intentionally difficult to heartache.
4. Please don't give me hope and then give me disappointment, OK?
5. I can't see your indefinable uneasiness and miss!
6, love love, never go bad. So, we flirt, we ambiguous, but never love each other.
7, one to the left, one to the right, and ultimately two people who love each other, will be together?
8, dear, go out to play tired, hurt, then come back, I'm still here waiting for you
9, I really like you, close your eyes, thought I could forget, but the tears that flowed, but did not deceive themselves.
10, if you will think of me unconsciously in the future, please do not forget that I have loved you so y
11, what is more unbearable than you do not love?
12, the grip of the hand also split the hand.
13, I'm still waiting for you in the same place, but you have forgotten to come here.
14, please do not pretend to be good to me, I am very stupid, will be serious.
15, a person, a city, a lifetime of heartache.
16, I do not care that you do not care about me.
17, the original long-lasting, just a misunderstanding.
18, I do not need to be too high, as long as and you with good.
19, ramps love is like a flower not withered empty ...
20, when love has become a thing of the past we do not go to stay in love
21, in you love me when I can not say that I love you, and now I regret.
22, I love you, you also love me OK.
23, I really like you, closed my eyes, thought I could forget, but shed tears, but did not fool myself.
24, life is like a dance, teach you the initial steps of the dance, but may not be able to accompany you to the scattered ......
25, broken jeans how to stand together with the evening dress, my guitar how can you and your piano ensemble.
26, we met at the wrong time, but separated at the right time ......
27, youth is a bright sadness
28, time is still, is that we are flying away.
29, looking at other people's happiness, remembered once happy, and then tears.
30, if there are so many if, I think you will come
31, we smiled and said we stayed in the original place of time in fact, has long been the torrent of silent swept away
32, that can make me weep, so that I will use my life to exchange the smile.
33, you give me a drop of tears, I saw all the ocean in your heart.
34, those carved in the chair behind the love, will not be like the flowers on the cement, bloom without wind, lonely forest.
35, in this sad and bright March, I hit the horse from my thin youth, through the violet cordial, through the cottonwood, through the sometimes hidden sadness and happiness and impermanence.
36, you laugh once, I can be happy for a few days; can see you cry once, I was sad for years.
37, time did not wait for me, is that you forgot to take me away, my left hand is over the firefly, right hand is ten years a long meditation.
38, lonely people always remember everyone who appears in life, as I always think of you endlessly!
39, in each starlight falling night, over and over again count my loneliness.
40, there was a smile in my life, but finally dissipated like a fog, and that smile, it became my heart y buried in a turbulent river, can not swim across, the sound of the river, it became my every day and every night singing of despair.