2, time rush, I will be those who have been the most beautiful moments, sealed in the bottom of the heart that no one knows, but also the most vulnerable place. Grasp the present one minute and one second, try to let yourself not in the future memory, it will become garbage discarded.
3, the morning and the sunset as beautiful, but will never bring the same feeling, the morning brings hope and longing, and the sunset brings people is melancholy and sentimental. Before the sunset, we take steps to chase the golden sunshine, when the evening sun hides her last scenery in the sky, we have to wear the bright moonlight, run to their next end, meet the morning.
4, 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.
5, friendship does not need too much comfort, in your most difficult time, friends can reach out to you, without asking for any return, mutual understanding of each other's feelings, this sentiment, we can not forget a lifetime.
6, linger in the rain, and constantly someone holding an umbrella from the side walked by. The same style, the same elegance. In the slow drizzle not slow and unhurried wandering, slipped into a landscape in the rain. In the rain, there are people flirting with the sound of a drizzle! It's not a big deal! Perhaps, this is a kind of enjoyment.
7, we tend to be in the happiness of others, to find their own unhappy life, to find things in the paint after the beautiful outer layer, to find an illusion of sweetness.
8. The peach tree in front of the window is already full of branches, full of splendor. The flowers are similar year after year, and the people are different year after year. Mother's peach-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.
9, sometimes, will feel lost a lot, but then got a lot. In the abandonment and have this choice, I hesitated for a long time. 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 cracks of the fingers, flowing to the heart. Perhaps, I can choose more than one. Choose a middle ground between giving up and having, why can't I give up the bad ones and leave the beautiful ones?
10, because of the innate temperament, after a few times of dust practice bumps, and eventually 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 a secluded valley, do a morning dew MuRun orchid children, loneliness deep hidden, alone; and self-compassion and self-love, do not mess with the dust, not over the spring love.
11, curved water flow, drinking in the curved stream, ink, poetry, music scene, Ran's love, oil in the heart. Just such a situation, such a scene, no longer, no longer 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.
12, accompanied by a ground of flowers and grasses, looking at 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 the green grass and green leaves, with the butterflies and flowers for companionship, lying on the soft lawn, slightly close your eyes, quietly listen to the voice of nature, and the soul to meet, let the thoughts drift, in the other end of the heart, seeking dreams ... ... intoxicated!
13, 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.
14, before the sunset, we take a healthy step to chase the golden sunshine, when the evening sunshine hidden her last scenery in the sky, we have to wear the bright moonlight, running to their next end, to meet the morning.
15, accompanied by a field of flowers and grasses, 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 and green grass and green leaves and butterflies and flowers as a companion, lying on the soft lawn, slightly close your eyes, quietly listen to the voice of nature, and the soul, let your thoughts drift, in the other end of the heart, seeking dreams... ... intoxicated!
16, time flies, years like a shuttle. Diffuse dam river, rushing, far-flung. And the moss-covered water mill, wearing stars, frost and snow, in the years of change in the years and years of watching the Manba River as a favorite of the passing of the water, beautiful as warm spring, light as the summer winds, quiet as the autumn, pure as the snow.
17, this is a youthful season, with a light breeze, touching the light of hope. Similarly, this is also a part of the season of parting, many stories have not had time to present, was withered time hidden one by one, leaving only some floating clouds, some touched, quietly stayed in the deepest part of the memory.
18, the spring will be twilight, for a wisp of fragrance. Good God also sympathize with me this flower heart, in such a good night will be a wisp of fragrance to send me.
19, a person's life, is to live with passion, at the same time to rationalize self-discipline, victory or defeat is not in a moment, gain or loss is not in a matter. The gains and losses of a moment to obey a world, a gain or loss to obey the overall situation, personal gains and losses to obey the collective. Learn it! And then recall the past, happiness will slowly come to mind, warm ......
20, historical smoke and clouds, through the alley, green stone red tile, Nymphaea moss ink green, through the flat oblique long ago, caressing the smoke and rain and **** under the vicissitudes of the sea, the world is sinking and sinking.
21, happiness is like a beautiful flower, in its most beautiful and dazzling time, we can feel the pride it brings us, flowers can give us the most brilliant smile, why do not we go to share the beautiful, enjoy the simple beauty, is also a kind of happiness.
22, each of us, are living individuals, walking on the bridge in a hundred years of loneliness, outsiders have no way to explore their own hearts, a cool with the life of the autumn and loneliness and loneliness of the heart, with a strong sorrow, can not tell the grief.
23, elsewhere, can only be a other people's beautiful scenery; elsewhere, just a kind of you can not notice the side of the life; elsewhere, to harden the attitude of the wrong and far from the confrontation with our reality.
24, the wind in the face of willow, hanging down graceful branches caressing the lake. A few birds in the branches of the chirping, talking about the spring of that year's past. The past as smoke with the time has long been disappeared, only the love will be left alone on earth.
25, away, the color remains, is the sympathy for life; away, the color remains, is in difficulty under the frank, is strong in the desperate situation; away, the color remains, is the love of the red dust in the watch, is the end of the prosperity still do not change the original intention of the hope of the ......
26, a lot of experience in life, is destined to be stranded by time. Doomed to be stranded by time, can not stay the end of the story, like dust, even if you do not know the future stays, but always cling to the direction of the drift. Perhaps, too much sentimentality always let a person can't help it, just like the unknown fate, we always can't go to dominate it, leaving behind, and only silent acceptance, in the depths of each round of the season, stumbling, floating and sinking.
27, time passes, 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.
28, affection does not need too much language to explain, even a look between you and your parents, can be more profound expression of love between each other, this love, is inherent, is selfless.
29, the morning and the sunset as beautiful, but never bring the same feeling, the morning brings hope and longing, and the sunset brings people is melancholy and sentimental.
30, the nature of the blossom, bloom overnight, leaving people with endless flavors and eternal intoxication; meteors and fireworks, even if the sky's a hasty passer-by, is still the beauty of the bloom; grass in the experience of the "wildfire inexhaustible, the spring breeze blowing again," is still displaying the tenacity to the world to declare that The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it.
31, I do not know when, youthful face left a lot of years of rut. The ruthlessness of the years, life's trials and tribulations, little by little changed our face and our heart.
32, it is said that "optimism is a kind of beauty", think about the fact that sadness is also a kind of beauty, one of the most true, the purest beauty, is a kind of calm after the wind, is a kind of experience after the quiet of the beauty, is a kind of love to the beauty, is a kind of maturity of the United States!
33, years, walking through a cycle. Missed that once companion, that childish years. I don't know how to get tired, I don't understand the years.
34, 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.
35, or perhaps, to go next to the pond, see the fish play water view lotus buds tip. All kinds of fish free in their own kingdom of happy swimming around, playful, you catch up with me, afraid of falling behind, all are not willing to show weakness, and at this time you, you must be happy with them happy. Quietly watching the heart happy. An intoxicated in such a wonderful mood in the woman, everything is so serene so natural elegant and beautiful ......
36, in the summer night with the wind flotsam fluttering remote thought, that long field path will have no end, sixteen years I have not been relieved of this, that is, because this is my destiny homeward bound, all the way there will always be fireflies with me! Walking down, that shallow summer years will no longer be lonely. In the darkness only like a nap in front of the book, in fact, have long understood that this is my favorite June a paper confession.
37, a piccolo, a period of time; a drift, a call; a silhouette, a year. Who caresses the zither and sings softly, twisting the years into a turnip time; who bathes in the wind and sings a blowjob, delivering the youth to the night sky; who is the night, who is the day, and who is dancing and dancing on whose way? I bite my teeth, because I'm not afraid, I will always gaze at the cold winter, waiting for the first snowflake in the distance!
38, a curtain dream, dream send lotus pond. The company's main goal is to provide the best possible service to its customers, and the company's goal is to provide the best possible service to its customers. Let the tide of the world rise and fall, guard a point of solitude, a point of loneliness, a point of seclusion, a point of tranquility. Splendor in a corner of the lotus pond, hot in the green leaves, not flamboyant, not impetuous, calm life, no desire, this is the lotus character.
39, three life meets, a world of bone, life meets, need to be born and reincarnated, we have to do is, in the limited time, nourish a different mood, only in the best years, meet the most beautiful you.
40, the moon through the window pane, thoughts invisible. I think about the dream that I'm obsessed with, and I think about the emotion that I can't let go of. A poem in tears chanting, talking about the heartache that can not be discharged: thousands of miles away from the act of looking at pro, 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!
41, a photo, happy in the memory of serenity bloom, beautiful in April, Shaoguan City, a wisp of spring breeze, so that the heart as poetic silence!
42, each of us have loved, I believe are very serious, perhaps some lost for a long time, but so far remembered, or will be vaguely painful it.
43, tonight the sky and rain, dream-like time. A thousand points of banana rain, fly with the wind as smoke. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. 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 the cable to go far away, the rain and fog blankets Mou to resume where. The wind is whispering, the boat is rocking, the water in Jiangnan is flowing. 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.
44, outside the window of the field of frogs a piece of a piece, when I was young, I have walked countless times on the green bridge stone, now has been gradually far away. The night of shallow summer, with a familiar ballad, back to the tip of the pen let me have countless times miss up shallow summer, reversing the flow of years, love in the night of the micro-an. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal on a new product or service, and you'll be able to get a good deal on a new one.
45, 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 hovering in the heart, and, moreover, in the distance you can not wade.
46, April, the flowers spit, willow branches graceful, blue water pass love, mountains stacked green, everywhere Fangfei dipping. April, thoughts such as the wind, the `spring' swept through, beautiful season will be with a faint sadness. Thoughts in April in the spring light to grow lush, beating with my heartache can not be peeled off - that is the deep nostalgia for the mother.
47, love is a long tug-of-war, from our acquaintance to know each other, and then is in love all the way, it is laid down a battle line very long tug-of-war (www.name2012.com).
48, in this short process, there are a lot of things have been worn down 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 the withered glory.
49, time, is a kind of invisible loneliness, perhaps in your unintentional time, will flow from your fingertips, slowly erode your flesh, so that all organs are full of loss and loneliness.
50, in the proud Lu Bone Peak, overlooking the mountains, the king of the world, will always let a person have in the "infinite scenery in the dangerous peaks" sense of pleasure. Into the summer, under the mountain, flowers bloom, cattle and sheep into flocks, rare birds and animals, the mountains, crazy green in this side of the vast meadow wantonly spread. It was here that a living river was birthed, which the locals call the Manba River.
51, the sunlight outside the window, penetrating the willow fluttering, fell on the corner of the glass, folding out the folds of color. I counted each deep or shallow imprints, in the memory of the barren morning wall, the past carved into words, dampened the flavor of the sun in the heart. ...
53, age is like the seasons, hidden in the wheel of the years. The same age, some people are much older than the actual, some people are much younger. Young is a dream, old is a memory. Where are the spring flowers? Springtime is no more. All the good things are always too little, all the good time is always too short. The old in complaining about "life is short years of ruthlessness", will only add a few wisps of gray hair.
54, all things in the world, are sentient, this life's flowers may be the people of the past life, just to find sentient beings to come to the earth to walk through. Kirin flowers of deep love and unwillingness to give up, let me see the love, see that attachment to each other outside the destiny, see the people and things outside the falling red.
55, dark fragrance floating, heart fragrance like poetry. The water out of the hibiscus, natural to carve. A "light" word, interpretation of the heart. I've been in the lotus, and my heart is as quiet as a lotus flower. The splendor of the human world, the world's distractions, are outside the red dust, the heart of the lotus alone to stay clean, lotus calm, lotus secluded, lotus fragrance.
56, happiness is the highest level of the pursuit of life, happiness is the greatest reward of life, happiness is every person who has come to the world after the gratitude of life, happiness is your re-recognition and re-experience of the side.
57, the wind blowing, sparkling, fragrant, curling. Lotus leaves with the wind, lotus light dance, exquisite elegant flavor and delicate posture, shy, as a virgin, willow eyebrow, almond eyes, love, let life out of a little tenderness.
58, April, the flowers spit willow graceful, blue water pass love mountains stacked green, everywhere Fangfei dipping. April, thoughts such as the wind, the spring of the full swing, beautiful season will be with a faint sadness. Thoughts in April in the spring light to grow lush, beating with my heartache can not be peeled off - that is the deep nostalgia for the mother.
59, beautiful in the distance, that is a strange feeling to your beauty; this is a place you can not reach, just like you can not arrive at the world of fairy tales, but only through the thick wooden fence, watching those pictures and words constitute the paradise.
60, twilight rain overnight, dawn wind a window. When the sky is bright, the rain outside the window has fallen into a drizzle. Go and open an umbrella in the rain! Feel the coolness of the morning breeze in the rain. With the crowd moving in the green shade, listening to the dripping sound of the rain on the umbrella leaves, as if listening to the rain in the lotus pond in the rain like a wonderful, those feelings are spreading in the rain. The wind is dancing thoughts, the rain is whispering lingering. The wet summer, wet heart. I can't find a dry place for my heart to rest.
61, fortunately, after some hard struggle, finally still come out. There was a time when I hated you; I hated you for disrupting my peaceful life, but I was irresponsible and didn't know how to cherish it. Someone once said, my life is as elegant as a lotus, such as lotus quiet, peaceful and intolerant of disturbance, just far from the obsessive waiting. I have also convergence of all kinds of favor, still hold the water of the heart stood in the dust, but do not want to enter your city by mistake, fell into your tender pampering. 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 them.
62, 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.
63, Chun-chun time, through the veil of memory, see through the curtain of rain fall dream, I seemed to hear a trembling sigh, gently penetrate the frozen soul, which is the decadence left behind by the youth, like the early winter sunshine, lingering in the evening wind slowly withered, zero fall into ash.
64, looked at, a pair, a pair, free-flying butterflies dance, green love of the Temperance, colorful wildflowers, but also filled with the release of the mind, fragrant, refreshing, any how you smell are silk sweet; warm days 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 ... ...
65, sitting on the hillock, looking at the smoke, restless heart followed the smoke dancing in the air, all calculating snobbery in the smoke under the proliferation of escape without a trace, the soul is no longer mercenary and hypocrisy, and slowly return to peace.
66, classical euphemistic words pulling the vines of thought, stirring up my hundred feet of tenderness, forcing me in this disorienting moonlit night, walked into the wet long trail, whispered to the water on the side of the good, looking for a side of the freshly alive in the depths of the drunken dream of the rain and smoke in the South.
67, your lover, you have to experience with your heart, to understand his heart, to think about what he needs in the end, in your thinking about what he needs, you have got his respect.
68, the heart of the matter as a lotus, the heart is as 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, happiness is simple, it will not carry any impurities, as long as you have a good heart, you will always feel its existence.
70, now, the tired heart bears many heavy loads of life, in the river of years and years of non-stop running, in the alternation of wind and rain, and strive to their own set of ideal goals, to the so-called heights of life continue to climb.
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, sitting on the hillock, looking at the smoke, restless heart followed the smoke dancing in the air, all the calculations, snobbery are in the smoke under the diffusion of escape without a trace, the soul no longer have mercenary and hypocrisy, and slowly return to calm.
73, the memory of the wind chimes, seems to be still hanging in yesterday's location, accompanied by the breeze swaying with its own melody, everything remains the same, the difference is that, those years stayed in the audience, but in this inadvertent growth of a number of a batch of people, the story changed the protagonist, and time has not changed.
74, 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.
75, the curved water flow, drinking in the curved flow, pen and ink poetry and literature curved scenery, Ran's love, oil in the bottom of the heart. Just such a situation, such a scene, 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.
76, happiness, is to find a warm person over a lifetime. Today, I suddenly want to tell all the people in the world, cherish it, cherish the people who love you, cherish the people who have been protecting you by your side, and have been treating you as a baby.
77, happiness is like holding a piece of ice in your 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.
78, the moon through the window pane, thoughts invisible. Thinking about the dream that you are obsessed with, thinking about the emotion that you 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, the dream of breaking the yin and yang difficult to meet, with the wind, paper money curls of smoke, a bunch of vegetative flowers a thousand ideas.
79, that a green bamboo forest, the 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 that in the future.
80, it is said that June is a turn of life, it ended a youthful era, opened a dream of growth. And I, precisely nostalgic in this many years later in June, the mind transparent, staged sadness and happiness unintentionally, just quietly look back, those who had appeared in the dream of blossoms and flowers, everything is so real, as if yesterday.
81, have sadness, cherish sadness, life on the road, emotions will be colorful, life will be exquisite and beautiful! I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure you can.
82, love does not need to be how gorgeous, and then romantic love, there will be blossoms and salts, in fact, the plain life is the best weapon to sharpen love, this love, if it can last, it is the happiest time in life.
83, or perhaps, to go next to the pond, see the fish play water, watch the lotus buds tip. All kinds of fish free in their own kingdom to swim around happily, playful, you catch up with me, afraid of falling behind, all are not willing to show weakness, and at this time you, you will be happy with them, happy. Quietly watching, the heart is happy. An intoxicated in such a wonderful mood in the woman, everything is so serene, so natural elegant and beautiful ......
84, easy to pass away youth is also like a flower fall, how many people have been in the youth in full bloom, beautiful for a while; how many people have been in the youth when the passing, 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.
85, happiness is the life of the most dazzling red star, it is always around us there, we only love to feel, with the heart to operate, it will always shine.
86, life is indeed short, the years are really ruthless! Short to we often forget to cherish, forget to pursue, forget to slowly taste; wait until the years become the past, only to know the heartache, only to know the loss, only to know the ruthlessness.
87, time, is a trickle of thin streams, perhaps when you do not realize, change will pass through your heart, let those past events, gradually occupy my mind.
88, life is ordinary, 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!
89, hazy rain soaked long ago thoughts, still waiting for you in this rainy season. The rain is soaking wet 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 past is like smoke with the wind, but also accustomed to the lonesome.