2, love is always easy to start, but the end does not make sense.
3, maturity is not the heart in the change, but the tears in the spinning but still able to smile.
4, I believe that the dream can reach the place, one day, the feet can also reach.
5. Time is the master of treating trauma, but never the master of solving problems.
6, since the earthly world appeared two love, it is destined to have for the love of tired or for the love of hurt.
7, feelings are never a double-edged sword, both can hurt others will also make their own injury.
8, for the distant life, and hard work, in fact, is also a way of life choice.
9, although life is short, but the process of life is very long, rich in content.
10, looking at the influx of people, I know that there will always be people like me lost in search of not lonely.
11, the rainstorm is like a late-night break into the mansion boudoir in the prodigal son, come suddenly, go fast.
12, love, more or less helpless, gloomy, want you, a few sad, a few sad, a few persistent.
13, the summer dusk, the shepherd boy rode the plow ox, singing back to the village, in the depths of the village and see the smoke.
14, in the heart, sad or not, happy or not, will always become a memory, become a beautiful scenery on the road of life.
15, happiness, is to find a warm person over a lifetime. I sincerely hope that everyone has their own happiness!
16, dream, your shadow gently slipped from the heart, your warmth has long been gone, my world is only left with wet memories.
17, the years, walking through a round and round. Missed that once companion, that childish years. I don't know how to get tired, I don't understand the years.
18, a photo, happy in the memory of serenity bloom, beautiful in April, Shaoguan City, a wisp of spring breeze, so that the heart is as poetic and light!
19, a sleepless night, a long wait, a taste of heartache, a pair of expectant eyes, just for a person.
20, love is a long tug-of-war, from our acquaintance to know each other, and then love each other along the way, it is laid down a battle line very long tug-of-war.
21, if a person does not have the feeling of suffering, it is not easy to give sympathy to others. If you want to learn the spirit of salvation, you have to suffer first.
22, your lover, you have to cherish him with all your heart, he did for you a little bit, not only thank him, to remember in your heart, often to think about him.
23, each of us have loved, I believe are very serious, perhaps some lost for a long time, but so far, remember, or will be vaguely painful.
24, the spring will be twilight, for a wisp of fragrance. Good God also sympathize with me this flower heart, in such a beautiful night will be a wisp of fragrance to send me.
25, want you, is a kind of sweet sorrow, is a kind of pain in anticipation, is a kind of happy melancholy, is a kind of don't want to think and can't not want to helpless.
26, holding a hypothetical thoughts, but has not been so enamored, the heart with the faraway people, but found that not much thought, occasionally I will feel lonely.
27, the love has been lonely, love has become death. Before the pen, but want to ask a sentence, the end is not destiny in this life? There is no question of export, the pen has been sad into the sea, pen into death.
28, change the way you deal with documents If you need to deal with a large number of documents and chores, try to use the computer to help you end, which can greatly save your time.
29, have sadness, cherish sadness, life on the road, emotions will be colorful, life will be exquisite and beautiful! Really, sometimes, sadness is also a kind of beauty.
30, the wind of memory blew over all the hills, I stayed in the silence of the branches, where there is no aromatic world, there is no human warmth and cold, but it seems so empty and lonely.
31, bad mouth never come out of our mouth, no matter how bad he is, how evil. The more you scold him, the more your heart is polluted.
32, in the endless wilderness of time, life, but a touch of shallow imprints, stepping through the seasons, that is, the death of the heroes, the end of the road, a lifetime of obsessive murmurings, and wait for what to say.
33, some flowers are destined to follow the wind, some love is destined to follow the fate. Karma is like the wind, when it comes, no shadow, when it goes, no trace. Not long love is also come and go in a hurry.
34, many people are a thousand sails, only to know how to love a person, love a group of people. I don't want to let those right love miss out because I don't know how to love when I was young.
35, meet gave me a great sense of heartbreak, I would have liked to be happy man but not happy, learned to smoke, dense smoke entangled in his heart, I do not know is sad or happy.
36, time, is a kind of invisible loneliness, perhaps in your unintentional time, will flow from your fingertips, slowly erode your **, so that all organs are full of loss and loneliness.
37, remembering the past, Wang Zhaojun's sister return to the South County, Ban Jieyu's long letter to the palace lamps, Dong Efei's thousands of miles of wounded city, Chen Yuanyuan's forbidden remnants of the dream, Tang Wan's smoky Shen Yuan, Bergsby's Beacon fire幽台.
38, unfinished make a lot of things look great and perfect. Including literature, but also marriage and love. A lot of things if you stop chasing, it loses its meaning, and the charm goes with it.
39, when others appreciate your moment, the happiness of others is also far away, that beautiful far away is you; when he y felt the joy of life, your happiness, and become their elsewhere.
40, love starts with a smile and ends with a tear. Wounded, scarred, ultimately leaving traces, perhaps speechless is the best comfort, perhaps memories is the best ending.
41, each person's heart, there will be a beautiful far away. No matter how big we grow, how far we go, beautiful things not only hover in the heart, and, moreover, in the distance you can not wade.
42, happiness is like holding a piece of ice in the hand, when the ice slowly melts, that a short distance, is the moment of happiness beckons to you, learn to enjoy happiness, is the most worthwhile to stay in life.
43, but after he came, all have been moisturized by him, was changed by him. The woods carry the fragrance of early spring wood leaves, and the chill in the wind, though heavier, is peaceful and serene between heaven and earth.
44, the song is over, but I can not say goodbye to the past, in the thoughts of you sink. Up and down, in the fall in a drunken, a dream, the heart is still your clear model, the bottom of the eye is still hanging your sadness.
45, gently, you finally came, long awaited. And I, less happy line in color, only light feeling in the silent. Light dusting the dust of the years, the wheel of time, and will begin to engrave the next season of the wheel of the year.
46, time flies, flat and narrow echo, full of too many changes that are not controlled by people. In any case, we will be the past with the wind, and walk through, from yesterday's haze, see the dawn of hope.
47, no matter how to explore the traces left behind in the past, but also can not be yesterday's warmth to find, the sky is still raining. I guess, if the heart is not broken all over the place, perhaps the faint fragrance will be remembered.
48, sitting on the hillock, looking at the smoke, restless heart followed the smoke in the air dance, all the calculations, snobbery are in the smoke under the diffusion of the escape without a trace, the soul no longer have mercenary and hypocrisy, slowly return to calm.
49, would like to use a world to measure the sincerity of this life to love, but I feel that everything has long been deteriorated, those memories of the end of time in the time ** gradually become naked, a lifetime of sincerity has been unable to fill the reckless **.
50, before the sunset, we take steps to chase the golden sun, when the evening sunshine hidden her last scenery in the sky, we have to Phi bright moonlight, run to the next end of their own, to meet the morning.
51, in this short process, there are a lot of things have been worn out face to face, whether it is visible or invisible, such as the scenery, such as matters of the heart, and the only thing that has not changed is perhaps the years left behind by the glory of the withered.
52, my infinite thoughts of you, like the heart beat in the colorful clouds rising harbor, is the kind of secret happiness in the heart ripples, I just want to one day with a wisp of love silk thread, you and I this love, tied to the end of the years never lost.
53, friendship does not need too much comfort, in your most difficult time, friends can extend a helping hand to you, without asking for any return, mutual understanding of each other's feelings, this sentiment, we can not forget for life.
54, the wind and the moon, thinking about the appendage. Ring with the flow of mottled tenderness of the background color, looking at the pine still stands in the barren clouds on top of the mountain, can not break the Zen to put down the shackles of the red dust, who can persuade the taste of bitterness in the dry eyes of that fragile?
55, the world of change, a few lingering. Love and no complaints, wrong and no complaints, it seems that there is always a sketch lost color and look at the end of the world at hand in the autumn water. Originally, I understand, in the face of more unknown uncertainty, just in self-consolation lonely just.
56, when we face things, a different mood, there may be new opportunities to appear; a different mood, failure is just a test; a different mood, all all for laughs; a different mood, to meet a better tomorrow!
57, the old covenant of the mountain alliance lost in the lonely end, no matter how to reminisce are just a past type of emotion, if it is not the thoughts of the feelings of this endless stretches, perhaps just a section of the song can end this half-life of this dumped love affair.
58, the sky, there is a beautiful moon, the moon has a dream, the dream sings a song, although vague, but accompanied by every day of life. Always wandering alone, is the day and night, is the silence and call, is crippled and beautiful.
59, through the years, is a song, recorded those who beat the horse and passed the time. Perhaps, the meeting, is a blossom, colorful to the extreme, the end of the blossom; perhaps, love is really like a Ferris wheel, sometimes high, sometimes low, love to the depths of the experience of its melody.
60, the wind is long, sad song long Ruoxi, Shaohua endless, a few sighs. Solo a volume of scripture incense Brahma, remote finger that a sealed hurt, and mountain hidden, and water cold, charming jinxed years of strings, in the path of the long song in a long lovesickness word order.
61, a pillow of frost with me, tonight and do good night. Even if you look through the waters of the fall, but also just repeat the thoughts day after day. In the morning, the curtain rolled light frost, hand test plum makeup. The reason for this is the fact that I have a hatred of being separated from my family, so I have painted a picture of the distant mountains. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
62, life is plain, life is ordinary, and happy to live, the most energetic youth in life thrown in the border. Walking on the winding border line, with a sincere, through hardships and no regrets, let life guard a responsibility and moral justice!
63, the moon through the window pane, thoughts invisible. I'm thinking of the dream that I'm obsessed with, and I'm thinking of the emotion that I can't let go of. A poem chanted in tears, talking about the heartache that can not be discharged: thousands of miles away from the act of looking at relatives, dreaming of breaking the yin and yang difficult to meet, with the wind, paper money curls of smoke, a bunch of vegetarian flowers, a thousand ideas.
64, in the distance, there is a silent snow peaks, snow peaks under a stone, stone left a name, although cold, but has been warm in the years. Always a person wandering, hurry to come, and go, trekking footprints, in the end of the world, in the corner of the sea, in each other's hearts.
65, the vitality of youth, is not that the spring of the countryside in the growth of saplings? From the moment of breaking open the soil, it is destined to go forward to the destiny, to never give up, walk through every station in life with their heads held high, spreading their own vigorous vitality.
66, no one has the patience to listen to your story, because everyone has their own words to say; no one likes to listen to you complaining about life, because everyone has their own pain; the world is mostly lonely, the world is willing to listen to, accustomed to the silence of the people, it is rare to find a few.
67, Chun-chun time, through the veil of memory, see through the curtain of rain fall of the dream, I seem to hear a trembling sigh, gently penetrate the frozen soul, this is the decadence left behind by the youth, like the sunshine of the early winter, lingering in the evening wind slowly withered, scattered into ash.
68, the heart of the matter such as lotus, the heart is quiet as water. Driving a light boat, playing a flute, from the depths of the pond, take a lotus flower into the arms, like a red powder girl, crystal clear, pavilion, delicate and moving, like a point, love a point, pity a point, a fragrance into the heart, silk tenderness submerged in the bottom of the heart.
69, all things in the world, are sentient, this life of the flowers may be the people in the past life, just to look for sentient beings to come to the earth to walk through. Kirin flowers of deep love and reluctance, let me see the love, see that attachment to each other outside the destiny, see the people and things outside the falling red.
70, we do live hard, one to bear all kinds of external pressure, but also to face their own inner confusion. In the struggle, if someone to you to cast a glance of understanding, you will feel a kind of life warmth, perhaps only a brief glimpse, it is enough to make me feel excited.
71, youth on the way, seems to be always full of meeting and separation, when the hourglass of time is gone, the memory is reduced day by day, I seem to foresee the sky in June, the tears flowing under the blazing sun, wantonly flaunted in the branches of the separation, and ultimately can not be retained fall.
72, hazy rain soaked long ago thoughts, still waiting for you in this rainy season. The rain is wetting the dream mood, the sound of dripping rain is a lost parting feeling. In the rain to find those far away traces, looking for that piece of the drift. The first thing you need to do is to get used to the idea that you are not going to be able to get away with it, but that you are going to be able to get away with it.
73, at the right time to look back, find a quiet and leisurely environment to listen to the birds tell the spring past, to see the willow caress the lake. Learn to observe the beauty of nature, to listen to the voice of nature. Let go of everything just so quietly enjoy the baptism of nature.
74, that a green bamboo forest, fireflies dance, strange stones, cool breeze with a few pieces of bamboo leaves, with the stream to the east, flowing to the unknown far away. When I look back again, the circle that I carved on the tree in my childhood, is it still the same? 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.
75, the sky is so sparse, allowing birds to fly at will, looking for their own dreams, the sea is so vast, allowing fish to swim at will, exploring the boundless world. Whether it is flowers and trees, or people or animals, all have their own pursuit, perhaps, no action, just because the heart is still at a loss.
76, do not try to get others to understand and do not try to fully understand others, it is impossible and loss of respect. In my opinion, the latter is like taking the other side as a research object. So it would be better to maintain a certain distance and at the same time give trust to others, will not fall on both sides of the easy?
77, the plum boiled wine, rambling as in the beginning. Ice dead dusty heart as unable to escape from the tangled sky under the dome of the shirt back to the paper kite, picked up the glass of wine lost in the passing of the years with the light of the day, sighing a dream of a hundred years, a thousand years of the dead such as Si Hue, no wide heard the morning bells and drums of the decline, only memories of penetration in the belly of the shallow aftertemperatures.
78, you said Qiantang prosperous since ancient times, you said Chutian thousands of miles of Qingqiu, and now the horse trampled on the withered grass, how to arrive after the end of the snow you told a big lie, the flow of years cited as evidence, trapped me in the obsession, still looking at 100,000 people in the distance. This life, the painstaking pursuit of your footprints, just yesterday frost and in today's smile is difficult to return.
79, flow to the river, half of the river, half of the river red. This red demonic, but your blood, or, out of the corner of the eye oozing tears you leave a mystery of the ages, I spent the rest of my life can not glimpse a hint of heaven. Yes, you set up the nine curved rings, unlocked only a wisp of silk, ridiculous I wear for years, it is empty mountain and return.
80, the curved water flow, drinking in the curved flow, ink, poetry, music scene, Ran's love, oil in the bottom of the heart. The only thing is that such a situation, such a scene, and never, never again difficult to appear. Imagine the situation, imagine the feelings, imagine the scene suddenly removed from the heart. Standing on the pavilion, the cold wind at first, wake up the sky, the original original, I am so nostalgic.
81, fugitive youth is also like flowers fall, how many people have been in youth in full bloom, beautiful for a while; how many people have been in the youth pass, leaving a brilliant past. Have also pointed to the mountains, exciting words; also had the ambition of young people wisdom is the country's wisdom, young people strong is the country's strong, so heroic a few people can forget, a few people can be in the youth slipped away when forgetting that section of the flying years.
82, looked at, a pair, a pair of pairs, free-flying butterflies dance, green love of the Tengzhi, colorful wildflowers, will be filled with the release of the mind, aromatic fragrance, refreshing, any how you smell are silky sweet; the warmth of the spring sun, sprinkled on the body, quietly read, slowly intoxicated but a different kind of peace of mind in the heart of the budding ... ...
83, alone, will always miss the past; if love is not once, whether I can still be in your hard castle, with you *** enjoy the joys and sorrows? Open the dusty memory, whenever the picture reappeared, that a had *** with the previous, the heart will add a bitter sigh, in a hammering melody in remembrance of a melancholy ending.
84, is not to be that sentence: all the beautiful moment destined to be only a moment to calculate. Buddha said that a snap of the fingers ha sixty moments, in this short life, this moment in the wind and moon, and you see what, remember what. The real miss is to remember, not to repair the next life only for the road to meet with you; the real regret is to meet, but the wave is not cross the pond.
85, spring rhyme song, not the wind and rain, but can moisturize everything; not the blazing sun, but can thaw life; not the summer flowers, but can sow hope. Spring flick, like a mother's exhortation, soft and warm, ironing into our heart, where a seed is buried, moist and blowing on the vapor, injecting it with the vitality of the original impetus to flourish.
86, the moon through the window pane, thoughts invisible. Thinking about the dream that is obsessively guarded, thinking about the emotion that can not be released. A poem chanted in tears, talking about the heartache that can not be discharged: thousands of miles away from the act of looking at relatives, the dream of breaking the yin and yang difficult to meet, with the wind, paper money curls of smoke, a bunch of flowers a thousand ideas. Like rain tears dashing down, infinite sadness sob heart, send thoughts through Fengdu City, Ci Rong forever reside in the child's chest!
87, in the summer night with the wind flotsam fluttering remote thought, that long field path will have no end, sixteen years I have not let go of this, that is, because this is my destiny homeward bound, along the way there will always be fireflies to accompany me to go on, that the shallow summer years will no longer be alone. In the underworld only like a nap in front of the book, in fact, have long understood that this is my favorite June a paper confession.
88, a few matters of the heart, who sent the wind and the moon. There was a time when I aspired to the sunflower that bright, warm, forever towards the sunrise and sunset of the wonderful cycle. After all, I still can't resist in the melancholy haunting heart invasion. Wine in the wind to throw that no one said full of passion, looking around in how many times the silent silence, hand flicked the paper to listen to the lonely fine rhyme, only shadow turn around, bleak embrace.
89, the sunset of the western mountain host, falling flowers floating by water; some people say "all the encounters in the world, is a long time to meet again." And time is always so clear, destined to escape, lost and no longer come back. Light time to me to remain, just boundless memories, a few years of wind and rain, convergence into a leaping wave in the bottom of the heart of the ripples of memory, and whenever I look back at the past, or will be like a sea of fragments smashed.
90, there are many experiences in life are destined to be stranded by time, can not stay the end of the story, like dust, even if the future does not know the stay, but always adhere to the direction of drift. Perhaps, too much sentimentality always let a person can not help, just like the unknown fate, we always can not go to dominate it, leaving behind, and only silent acceptance, in the depths of each round of the season, stumbling, floating ah sinking.
91, because of the innate temperament, after a few times of dust practice, bumps and bruises, and ultimately learn not to be humble. Xu is wrong, the true meaning of love, I said to the soul of the embrace for the supreme true, however, the world's disturbances, the wind and rain relentlessly attacked, always will be like a flower woman early defeat withered. How about living in the valley of the heart, to be a morning dew MuRun orchid children, loneliness deep hidden, alone; and self-pity and self-love, do not mess with the dust, not over the spring love.
92, sometimes, will feel lost a lot, but but also got a lot. I hesitated for a long time in the choice between giving up and having. But when the tip of my pen is about to write the answer, as if there is something flowing through the tip of the pen, leaping through the fingers, flowing to the heart. Perhaps, I can choose more than one. Why can't I choose a middle ground between giving up and having, why can't I give up the bad ones and leave the beautiful ones?
93, many people grit their teeth and struggle, only hoping to be happy after success. Think about it, most of the time in my life, we are in the "completion of the", only a very short time, is in the "completion of the" state. If you wait until you finish something to be happy, then you and I are doomed to have a shallow relationship with happiness in this life. A true master of emotional intelligence is not happy when things are done, but rather, is happy to get things done. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it.
94, tonight the sky and rain, dream like time. A thousand points of banana rain, fly with the wind as smoke. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it. The winds of the forest pass in front of the eaves, bringing away the thoughts of a rainy season. In the rain, there are many things to worry about, and I don't know when I will return to the far end of the world. In the distance, a boat is untying its cable and crossing the river, and the rain is foggy and misty. I don't know where to go. The wind is quiet, the boat is rocking, the water in Jiangnan is vast. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
95, until today, the city's hustle and bustle and boring so that I more and more miss the color of the countryside, the farther away from the countryside, the more burning. When I was excited to go into that mountainous town again, the town side of the village is no longer a large area of Dutch beans, replaced by a yellow rapeseed flowers, the village farmers are living in the town. It is said that today's rapeseed is a tourist industry, but also can be squeezed out of the golden rapeseed oil, can enrich the lives of farmers.
96, Iren red makeup, ebb and flow, drinking alone lovesickness bitter, but also difficult to solve the phoenix hijacking, why bewildered? I don't want to see. Better to not know. When the night is diffused around the time, lying on the sofa to make a cup of coffee, fine taste, to experience love and be loved; music will soon surround you, to find your own consciousness, cloud light wind clear, such as the water of the light fall silent in the fingertips instantly across the fragrance as the memory of the brocade, such as the loneliness of the dense. Dynasty to twilight, go to come, you and I chanting a different world. Listen to the sadness, feel the heartache, each other in the water and moon cave.
97, in front of the window of the peach tree is full of branches of the delicate, full of brilliant trees. The flowers are similar year after year, and people are different year after year. Mother's peach blossom-like beautiful face will always become a dream image, often in the mind - clear and real, but never touch. The wheel of the years keeps turning, how many past events have been forgotten in the light and shadow of the years, the river of memory of the passing of the water like no return, no trace. And the mother's knitted brows and smile, and the mother of the morning and evening with a little bit like carved in the heart of the scroll, this life can not be forgotten.
98, accompanied by a ground of flowers and plants, watching the butterflies dancing, listening to the birds standing on the tip of the leaf singing. In this world of birds and flowers, it is more pleasant than listening to a beautiful piece of music, and in the mood, God is open. Even if you have any unhappiness, will then dissipate, sneak away, this time you, has become one with nature, with the blue sky and white clouds, with green grass and green leaves, with butterflies and flowers for companionship, lying on the soft lawn, slightly close your eyes, quietly listen to the voice of nature, with the soul, let the thoughts drift, in the other end of the heart, seeking dreams ...... The first thing you need to do is to get drunk!