By Zimo
Life has never been if, and do not believe in false, pale words need not be said, life is only to face life, face the reality, face the daily sunrise and sunset.
Although time is like running water, can not stay too much, but can not stay time, but can stay the vicissitudes of life and emotions of the profound.
Life is short, no one can hold back the passage of time, such as the water of the passing of time, only hope to be able to stay in the heart of the love and warmth.
A peach blossom thanks to the spring red, life dance all the fragrance
Standing here, here is the node of the alternation of seasons, but also the edge of the spring, but also the entrance to the shallow summer.
Looking far away, but also watching, this city, that a mountain, cumulus clouds into rain, swaying into the wind, time flow, the gurgling of time, such as water, such as smoke, through the dust and passed, fingertip style, only left around the fingers of the flow of time, left behind in the light of the years, telling a window of quiet goodness.
Curtains west wind, the good times, who are fond of, a curtain of dreams, the years past, unbearable, a cup of wine, a window of the moon, such a time, do not say no soul, how can there be a coolness of the earth?
The sea is vast, a person traveling alone, in the stranger met flowers, over the mountains to see the sea, the face of the sea, a smile; busy, look at the time to pour the city, through the veil to enjoy the flowers, always smell incense do not see the flowers, more meaningful.
The distance between me and the beautiful, just a blossoming time, I can not pass, and the fragrance of the flowers are not bound to give me the space of imagination.
When the prosperity is far away, when the flowers fall, I wandered in the passage of time, a peach red in the distance, such as clouds floating, the white horse in the wind pulling a flag of bright and colorful flower things, dashing horse far gallop, a tree peach blossom, a flower cloud, far away from how many people waiting; flying red like wine, drunkenness, how many people's hearts?
Peach blossom thanks to the spring red, I wandered alone on the path of the red dust, scattered petals rustling down, into the heart of the rain, I clearly see the mottled ground, with the life of the interpretation of a sadness.
The green leaves on the branches of the shade, covering the sun, the tree gap in the bright, is a quiet whisper, the falling flowers run to the end of the world, a dream, a rain, the once alliance of the sea are turned into a shadow of time.
Intentional falling flowers, relentless running water, passing time, how can be so indifferent? Can not be retained, can not extricate themselves, the dark night swim across the day, a kind of sentiment in the dark, in a paper ink marks, is not dare to touch the pain, deep hidden untouchable past time.
Falling flowers have, dancing in the wind, clear shadow in the reincarnation of the dance of all the flowers, messing up my thoughts, there is no one like me, feel this sadness, with a lifetime of waiting, in exchange for meeting in this life? Expectation, is the unrepentant edge, and a petal flower fall, sliding across the eyes is a mountain high love.
Second, the red dust in a flash, the dream of falling into the empty
Today's encounter may be tomorrow's parting, a grain of dust can not help but parting of the station, the train in and out of the train, a whistle whistle, the life of the train Xu Xu drive away, leaving the emotions of this life, in the wind messy, unpleasant, but looking forward to get together.
Things in this world are like this, the wind and clouds again, the life of the ship in the waves forward, a thousand sails, in the end, looking at both sides of the scenery, feeling the heart, in the depths of the years will know how to cherish have.
How can I know if I don't experience, how can I have if I don't cherish? If life is a flower, good bloom, sincere and gentle, and treat the spring with care, in order to natural beauty, fragrance, even if the season failed your good intentions, fading is also beautiful, blooming is also the mood.
If there is no love and no hate, it is like a breeze, easy to cross the time, leaving no traces, free and free, if so, is not everyone can go back in style?
Strangers return, easy and comfortable, because all the way to the red willow, a landscape charming, because the scenery dress up the mood, so there is a life walking free and easy.
If life as water, then the feelings must be soft, a heart can only be loaded with a story engraved in the heart, the mountains and the water meet, the mountain is a fairy tale of the water, the water is the story of the mountain, so deep, so far-reaching emotions, if not the sea is dry, at least is also the death of life is broad.
Life is a rush of time, the world is flamboyant, messy flowers, the prosperity of the end of the floating world, you will understand, a good relationship is a cup of tea, although separated from the thousands of chaos, static boiling, it is also a pot of pure fragrant old tea, or white tea, or Pu-erh, can express the feelings, sheep time, who said that the good and happy in the distance?
A window of light, full of poetry, then a city of old age, love a white head, smile at your happiness, peace of mind my mood. So pleasant, accompanied by the years, accompanied by the time to grow old, such a relationship is really good!
Three, the landscape is bleak, emotionally profound vicissitudes
Life is never a cup of plain water, you misery mixed into what flavor is what taste, good or bad only know, sweet and bitter self-knowledge, bitterness, sadness and happiness of their own reconciliation.
Emotional harbor is also so, calm water, there are ripples on the wind, there are clouds, there are raindrops, there is warmth there is cool, perhaps, life is to find the good to come, whether it's life or love, life has no mooring, only with the heart of the voyage of the drift.
Time can be seen, time can be witnessed, orderly and hurried river, impermanent and sentient life everywhere in the scenery, there are surprises and loss, because there is no choice, life is a river, no stop only quietly flow forward.
The years are quiet, not all accidents, there are like and harvest, there are colorful and confused, back loaded with the mood of the bag, toward the hope, once and for all, the future can be expected, there is no time to stay, life has been on the road.
The journey of life is rough and tumble, all the way to the collection of wind and rain, walk through the wind walk through the rain walk through the spring walk themselves, a person for home, the need is not the courage of the end of the world, a wanderer most in need of a feeling of care.
Cold, hot, someone to greet, sick, tired, someone to care about, after a long time of baptism, through the ravages of life storms, all kinds of abrasions, helpless in the harvest of no regrets, warm and cold, really belong to your heart, and ultimately belongs to their own is an undying emotion.
The world is unpredictable, human nature is complex, sometimes, some words only to know the person who said, some words out of others may not know, so the best emotion is love, love to love thoroughly say your story and the end you hope.
Some things can be remembered in the heart, some people and things can be forgotten, can not forget to remember it, can not insist on the abandonment of spontaneity. Life in the world, love also hate also, can not be perfect, but to be worthy of the heart, try their best, worthy of the years, worthy of life.
I think life is also so, not a sensational meeting, is a heart-breaking forgetting, we would have been the dust, and ultimately we will return to the dust, in the calm and calm in the landscape of the years.
Perhaps there are still falling flowers remember our heavy heart, compounded and stacked, year after year, who can erase the years of the past from the wind and frost, who can eliminate the past as the wind from the life, who can tell me the vermilion on the brow is not a peach?
Bonus like fire, rouge-colored love is a person can not but less emotions, under the moon and thoughts, in the full moon and the heart's desire, in the not yet old before the clear eyes to arrive at love, with love to brush off the lover's heart confusion, from then on to convert to happiness and contentment, it will be in the love and warmth, loved and warmed to rest in the life, will be the heart of all the dedication, grateful to the earthly world for all the encounters.
Fourth, spring, summer, autumn and winter a separation, love, hate and sadness a dream
Standing on the shore of time, the dew for companionship, flowers bloom quietly, in a piece of flowers in the meditative look back, the road ahead of the life of a long way, the clouds into the rain, misty peaks and peaks, which is the landscape of life, which wanders between the sense of life, life a few times the flowers bloom and fall, the age of a few times the moon round and missing, are not you and I can master. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal on a new product or service.
Walking in the light of the years, near and far is the scenery, sadness and happiness are worth, lightly dialing the heartstrings, the wind to make a clear shadow, the secret of life, are hidden in the past, even if the heart has love and warmth, but also sometimes can not find the exit.
Yesterday's reappearance, reproduce the beauty of the time, just blurred eyes, beautiful memories, looking at the changes in this world, how many years have become eternal sigh, how many past events in the river of time disappeared in the trail?
Spring to autumn, a season of the mood into a heart, floating in the wind, sung by lovers into a love song, perhaps, one day, the end of the world is no longer far away, the time if the water circled back, the most cool unbearable to look back on, the separation of life and death, no longer appear.
In the cool season, meet the warmth, the warmest summer, has come, with a seasonal wind blowing away the haze in the heart, the moonlight stained with smoke and rain, hazy dream poetry, I know, how much of the world's beauty, how much sorrow, support each other, complement each other, has been to the old.
There is also too much too late, may be the encounter, may also be parting, the most afraid of being sentimental, when quietly buried in the dust of the past, such as Daiyu buried flowers, planted flower soul, looking forward to the fragrance of the next year.
Look at the sea, a thousand sails, all over the thousands of sails are not, slanting sunshine pulse water long; look at the earth, flower mud play kai, fall into the mud into dust, only incense as the old days, no trace of the years, only that a paper thin moon, let me see all the sadness and happiness of the world in silence.
Pour a glass of wine to honor the warmth of the red dust, mellow and fragrant wine, only dedicated to the rainy night, and lonely drink, a drunken solution to a thousand sorrows, do not ask where the soul returns to, the red dust, a light dream, for fear of panic wake up into the empty, but also in a wistful despair, the night of searching for the dream of thousands of miles, fall into joy, but also do not complain about the sorrow of the sadness of the sadness of the death.