An idea of flowers blooming and an idea of flowers falling. After all, this world with high mountains and high waters has to go on by itself. People are on the road, and they should constantly redeem themselves. If you are not tired, there will be a warm nest; If you are not thirsty, you will have a mountain spring; If you are not cold, there will be a trace of red in the quiet stove. each ...
If there is a next life, remember not to be too far away from me. I'm afraid I won't have a chance to see you. Before you find me in the next life, remember not to become attached to others too early, and believe that we will meet each other. If we meet in the next life, remember to love me first, so that you can tolerate me. ...
Suddenly, I quietly miss, maybe, someone, a story. I used to think that persistence is a strength and a hope; I think I can always smile as long as I grow up. However, when I stop crying easily, I know that growing up is more painful than I thought. ...
We don't understand until we have been hurt, and we don't understand until we have experienced it. We always learn and understand it gradually. Nothing in life can not be abandoned, nothing can not be abandoned. The more you carry, the more tired you walk, the tighter you protect and the deeper you get hurt. There are always times and places in life when we are not needed. ...
There will always be someone who teaches you how to love but becomes a passer-by in your life. There will always be someone who will make you feel the deepest pain and the most beautiful smile. There will always be someone who will make you look back, someone who will make you moved by the dim light, and someone who will make you win the hearts of others. ...
How many years can I endure waiting? Many people leave without saying goodbye, and many things have become a thing of the past before they can do it. In life, no one has ever been hurt, hurt, lost or regretted. Not all people passing by will know each other, not all people come and go. ...
Waiting for your concern until I close my heart. Take the same street and return to two worlds. What we thought was unforgettable was forgotten in the process of our obsession. I know I am not a good recorder, but I like to look back on the road I have traveled more than anyone else. if ...
1, maturity is not that people are old, but that they can still laugh when they cry.
If you shed tears, my heart will be wet first.
3. Please be confident. You are a landscape, there is no need to look up in other people's landscapes.
You will never see my loneliest time. ...
The world of mortals, whose waiting has fallen. I have been waiting under the Millennium tree, just asking you to look back and smile. I used to burn incense under bodhi, just waiting for a lifetime meeting. The world of mortals, after all, is a lonely flower, remembering whose tears have fallen in the years. The past is like smoke, and I don't know who got it. ...
Who is different from the past, lingering several times, the flowering period is getting farther and farther, and the fleeting time is broken. It's better to look around the world and listen. The piano sounds around the clouds, but the flowers fade away and hate the sky. When we meet again, the clouds are rolling and the clouds are comfortable, but there are always people who want to linger, bid farewell to the past and the future, and look at yesterday's balcony, which is already a mirror. ...
As beautiful as a flower, it is no match for water; If your heart is like a rock, don't be defeated by clouds and smoke. There are too few people in this world who care about each other, and too many people in the Jianghu forget each other. Some people who have loved deeply regard the morning and evening as everlasting, and regard a moment as a lifelong love. So promise me, in ...
When we grow up, we have too many heartbreaks and tears. Love or not, love without love, love without love. In our long years, there is always a person who hears the sound of spring flowers and smells the flowers when they bloom, but it is also convenient. ...
A curtain of autumn moon and a boat of silk and bamboo, I don't quite understand your gentleness. The eaves drip, and the rain hits the banana. My story lacks warmth. Long-sleeved and good at dancing, the years are cold, and whose charm is gone. My memory is a little confused. Who can control love, hate and sadness? ...
Not all memories are beautiful, and not all people are worth remembering. The river of time is too long, and most people and things will be washed away mercilessly. However, everything related to youth will always sink to the bottom of the river and become an indelible and beautiful memory. We'll never forget, and ...
In the fleeting time, the disappearing back, together with the flowing crowd, has long been desolate. Who is whose who? Falling into the world is just a grain of dust under time. Those days, those loves, drifted away. Stay in my heart, faint thoughts, like a breeze, blowing across each other's faces. ...
When the wind rises, standing on the street with fallen leaves and silently counting the fallen branches, I can't help but sigh that the season of life is so pale. The fate of life is impermanent. There will be spring, leaves and winter, and gathering and parting are fate after all. ...
Looking back, the bridge was broken by drizzle, and the beauty was old. A few degrees east wind seems old, ask peach blossom, can you remember Iraqis? Nowadays, people spend money to recognize who you are, and you can live in it. Being in it, you have to have a window and a moon, snuggle up to the night cup, the wine in the bottle enters your voice, and the wet wind is full of sleeves. Brew the white hair inside and the hair in the mirror will appear. ...
People grow, affection grows, love grows, and the cycle of spring, summer, autumn and winter is the real affection. Who is trying to love, and who is crazy about love, crazy about love, intoxicated with love, life is short, and affection is limited. ...
A flower blossom, strewn at random how many time and space intertwined ghosting, lonely wrong reincarnation, palace lock heart jade, intertwined with the fate of this life, you left a wisp of incense, painted it as inextricably green, woven my thoughts into a net, I was trapped in the middle, but you forgot to let me go, waiting for the oath, but eventually missed it. ...
Many people love life, hate life and miss life, but they can only be disappointed and regret life. It's just a turning distance, everything becomes a breakpoint, and two people who used to be so familiar will never meet again and become strangers. My eyes flashed when I ran into you at a certain intersection one day. ...
Remember the past, after all, I am tired and stand at the peak. I can't stay away from the tears in my eyes. I stayed for a minute, and my blurred vision disappeared instantly. Now I can't find your back. After a long time, the tears began to dry up. What is clear is that you left a strange scenery and a stranger. ...
A thousand years later, who else remembers? This is unforgettable. Just, let everything be forgotten. I am afraid, in the waiting, how many heartbreaks have been lost, and finally, whether there is only acacia and bitterness left. You gave up because I was tired; I'm tired only if you give up. But how prosperous is it, and the ultimate enemy is not? ...
A person's night is beautiful, a little sad, you are in my heart. Quiet, a person's world, thoughts sprout and grow in the direction of moonlight. Because I have you behind me, I don't refuse to be lonely. Because of you, I smile and collect that loneliness, waiting in my heart. ...
Don't ask you to remember me deeply all your life, just don't forget that I have been to your world. Not everyone who passes by will know it, and not everyone who knows it will make people worry. At least we didn't miss it in this life, in that place, when we turned around. If the earth can ...
One flower and one world, one thought and one dust fate, the fallen flowers intentionally dye their sleeves, and no one listens to stupid words. The past is like smoke, whose loneliness touched whose heart? Whose life is drunk and stays in the world of mortals? Whose wait was given to whom? Millennium persistence, only because of a promise: I will wait for you in the afterlife! ...
The past is like the wind, it comes and goes, and it comes again. Scenes condensed in my mind, I want to be a wisp of flying catkins, fly into your deep dreams and dance with you. Maybe you really are my past life, and I will wait for you in this life. I thought we could get to know each other better and get to know each other better, but this is a little too much. ...
The people I met and the youth I missed have already ended grandly. Don't need others to understand, also don't care about other people's evaluation. Written words, like lost youth, need not be read again. They are just yesterday's yellow flowers. It doesn't matter whether you or I are abandoned in an instant. Because this world ...
Sometimes, we feel that we have come to the end, in fact, our hearts have come to the end. No matter how deep despair is, it is a process and will always end. Escape is always not the way. Courage, go forward, maybe the opportunity is in the next second. Jimmy said, I'll always be there. ...
Quiet night, counting the years that have generally passed, only to find that you are in every detail. The loneliness in the middle of the night surrounded my whole body and mind; My thoughts drift away. In March of that year, spring blossomed, bicycles got old, and love began to wake up like weeds in spring. In this season ...
A kind of love, hanging with tears, but very sad, that is called giving up! Is giving up really another kind of love? Is giving up really another kind of happiness? To be exact, giving up is another way to have! I quit awkwardly, which is not good, but because I understand the feelings between letting go and not letting go. ...