1, still water is deep and youth is like a dream. The past always carries many worries, crossing the door of memory, letting flowers bloom and fall, and dying. Be an forgetful person, forget the depth of the mire, forget the clear spring, forget the flowers of willow trees and forget the beautiful flowers. ...
2. I thought I was not intoxicated with the prosperity of the world, nor was I sad for the bleak desolation. If you are haggard, it must be vermilion tears. I am in the depths of the world of mortals, looking back more than 300 times, I still can't smell the rouge. Looking for a ray of love, like smoke curling from a kitchen stove, looking at the ferry shallowly is already confused. I didn't mean to break into anyone's rainy season, but I was deeply stained with the feelings of parting. I can't help sighing that Iraqis are so far away.
There is a sharp breeze blowing outside the window, and the depressing patter drowned out all the restlessness. I have no sympathy for the soft rain at night. On the contrary, I am a little worried that the dust blown by the wind will stain the skirts that are raining all over the sky, that the raised sand will stain the pure nature, and that the mottled face will gaunt the quiet and charming face that is raining all over the sky. The wind tonight is not focused at all, and it is raining all over the sky.
4, sleepless at night, uncomfortable in my heart! It's raining outside the window. Who are you thinking about? Who do you write for? Love to the depths is bleak! Love to the depths without complaint, and hate to come back.
Sometimes, when we are exploring the meaning of life, we only understand one sentence: the old tree has deep roots, but old bones is hard. Enthusiasm can't stand the years, and dreams can't wait to harvest. Even if life is a wordless process, people can't languish all their lives, nor are they porcelain, so they are precious.
6, prosperous, I have been languishing in the wind all my life. When I looked back, there was neither sunny nor rainy. Mingyuelou, lonely, no one complains, the world has my dreams. It's a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, but I can't help it, wandering in the sea of people, feeling weak. Enthusiasm, in exchange for indifference, how much affectionate loneliness. People have been in blowing in the wind, and flowers bloom and fall as they please. No matter how vicissitudes of the world, a dusty acacia, only osmanthus fragrance floating in the dark.
7. How many things have existed since ancient times, how many joys and sorrows, and what you and I are long and short are all in vain. Look at the world, greedy and uncomfortable, resentful and angry, obsessed with losing freedom. Don't blame the world for being heartless. This world has never been affectionate since ancient times. Don't say there is plenty of time, it's just a story that keeps repeating. Really, disappointment is always annoyed, haggard is always haggard and injured, and it is upside down.
8. Life is to eat a trip and gain wisdom. Life is practice, you practice Buddhism, I believe in Buddhism, he abides by Confucianism, and each has its own Dojo, which is doomed that the magnets of our hearts will degauss in each other's magnetic fields, which is an inevitable choice, inadvertently. People are like gyroscopes. The more people pass by, the more free and easy they turn. The years swayed with that gaunt face, less immature at that time and more determined.
9. Looking back on the past years, times have changed and Iraqis' faces have been embarrassed. Quiet night sky, leaning against the window with the moon, looking up at the sky, that fleeting scenery, such as the breeze of Pinellia ternata, gently brushed the window with a curtain of worry. We have all been touched by what we see or can't see, and then everything becomes eternal in the shuttle of time!
10, the dream of the world of mortals is nothing more than who knows that the flute is blown like that, and there are still butterflies wandering on the Phoenix stage. The scenery on earth is drunk. Yesterday, thousands of rivers flowed, but today, there is still a river flowing. Things are different, but dust and smoke run over your heart. You play the piano too haggard, with several bright moons and twists and turns for countless days and nights.
1 1, the years swayed with that gaunt face, less immature at that time and more determined. I don't know when, there is a sad spring in my heart, which keeps irrigating the dry memories and is full of joys and sorrows of the past.
12, what makes us haggard is not sadness, not suffering, but time. There are always some things that we can only appreciate, but we can't get close in distance. Finally, we chose to walk away. There are always some feelings that we can only appreciate, sweet and sweet, and finally we can't feel them. Finally, we chose to leave. In a person's life, choice is connected with fate, and giving up is related to life. I chose to walk away, feeling helpless, choosing to leave, feeling understanding.
13, the greatest pain in life is not being unclear, but being confused. If you think clearly, you are smart enough; if you are confused, you need wisdom. Live life, and finally live wisdom. Sober people know what they want, and sober people want everything. People can be sober, but they can't be sober. Let a heart appreciate slowly on the road, instead of struggling on the road.
14. In the afternoon, the warm autumn covered the gaunt wild chrysanthemum with soft light. A grayish yellow Fluttershy stopped on the petals and flapped its wings gently. In the late autumn when insects disappear, it is really a miracle of life. I held my breath and stared at it.
15, you never know who I am. I languished and cleaned up while waiting, and then fell to the ground happily, rotting into mud and burying all my expectations. For thousands of years, I will wait here with tears all day long, accompanied by Changfeng, and my heart is full of melancholy.
16, noisy love, passionate resentment, all heavy frivolity, serious arrogance, neat chaos, lead-cast feathers, cold flames, gaunt health, eternal awakening sleep, negative existence! I feel that love is such a thing.
17, ten years later, Changbai Mountain, Genting Temple and Ghost Seal are another reincarnation. Thick bronze doors slowly opened, Pluto's army, dim lights. The little brother in the blue robe came out slowly, looking haggard. Wu Xie stood up and said a thousand words, but there was no way to start. "He just said softly ... the 18th National Congress has been finished ..."
18, eyebrow carving, red makeup, I don't know who to wait for, ink research pen to write, but think about it, think about the quiet night, dance cloud sleeves, acacia quietly fall, wipe tears, leaving Iraqis slowly haggard. Rouge is scarlet, but who is the bead curtain for? I heard a sigh of regret, and there was no one in the cloud.
19, I just, just love your stupidity, just love your lonely figure. I want to hold your hand, but I can't feel your feelings. I am still in the same place, but I can't figure out what you are thinking, so my left hand is still holding my right hand, slowly feeling the haggard and cold you gave me!
20, doing nothing all day, only messy thoughts, flustered fears, empty shadows, boring pain, lonely sadness, dull nerves, confused faces, melancholy heart pain, uninvited, torturing me and abandoning me. I am still like a monk who is ringing a bell-muddling along, continuing my life in a series of lamentations, bound by that disciplined fate.
2 1, sex is fascinating, leaving the soul. There are many hardships in the world, lilacs are empty and bitter, and bananas are dancing. The moon lingers and the shadows are lonely. Bitter and heavy, hard to make eyes. Snuff is too thin to sleep, and the number of times Han Xiao lies alone is even worse. Loneliness and silence damage honor, and strong brothers secretly have heartbroken liver. The mountains are separated, and the eyes are eager to wear. The haggard beauty is too lazy to dress up, and the tears are even more honest, so it is difficult to write them with paper mud.
22. At that time, the mail was slow enough to love someone. Let you miss you day and night, toss and turn, can't sleep, always looking forward to frowning, smiling at your mouth, which will make you haggard for Iraq. Must be deep love. Now that we live in this era, I think there is only one verification: there is someone who can let you live without wifi and completely put down your mobile phone.
23, the world is hard to say, the smoke and willows are haggard, all prosperous, at a loss, wearing a sea of people, indifferent to the world, destined to care for life, deeply branded, no need to retain, falling in the eyes of parting, stumbling, half-hearted, and finally, separated.
24, what rouge is bright, the color of flowers, people's tears. If people's tears are compared to peach blossoms, they will flow from long to charming. Tears are easy to dry when the eyes look at flowers, and they are haggard when the flowers dry in spring.
25. On today's stone bridge, the moss is withered, and the autumn wind has crushed the lingering sound. You are like a wisp of smoke, drifting with the wind and gradually fading out of my sight. I only have a trace of melancholy, a blank sheet of paper and a sigh. So, I hid behind a smile, smiled bitterly in old songs, and stuck my heart on new words and old words.
26. This city is not easy to live in. It can give you fame, profit and limelight, but at what cost! Time flies like a locomotive, and the parties are at a loss and haggard, because there is still a bigger salary and a higher position waiting. This is really a huge arena, the survival of the fittest. -"Anything you want."
27. Under a broken lamp, indigo naturalis has silver temples, her clothes are getting wider and wider, and she is gaunt and lonely, holding a blue bottle to invite the moon. With a wave of my sleeve, the strings lament, and I feel tired and affectionate, and the willow shoots on the moon. Last year, when I turned around and saw no one, my sleeves were wet with tears. When I look back, I feel so helpless, but who should I complain to? I only see cold smoke and clear water, and two or three smoke trees.
28, the ice dew is like a jade drop, the banana is destroyed, and the heart is sad. Who will accompany the Mid-Autumn Festival full moon? But lonely and drunk. Willow droops, moss yellow eyebrows, lock autumn rhyme? Who is the sad voice when the stream comes back from boating and the blue shirt plays the flute? The rustling wind broke Didi's heart The flowers are flying, and the beautiful shadow caresses the strings and hopes for your return.
29. I have nothing to do all day, only my confused mind, panic fear, empty shadow, boring pain, lonely sadness, dull nerves, confused face, melancholy heart pain, uninvited, tormenting me and tormenting me. I am still like a monk who is ringing a bell-muddling along, continuing my life in a series of lamentations, bound by that disciplined fate.
30, the world is hard to say, the smoke and willows are haggard, and they are all prosperous, at a loss, wearing a sea of people, indifferent to the world, destined to care for their lives, deeply branded, without retaining, falling in the eyes of parting, stumbling, half-hearted, and finally, separated.
3 1, butterfly, a gorgeous and prosperous flower, languishes for the Iraqis, seeing all the vicissitudes and prosperity. Sadness, pour out the sadness and loneliness of life and play the most beautiful music for you. Blood-red flowers, dying in the late summer of this season, are slightly cool, recalling the journey of youth, too far and too bitter, even you are lost on the way, and the air is filled with the smell of loneliness, residual temperature and residue. Youth, city.
32. The lost light and shadow languished in the mottled years, leaving a constant wound of youth. This is, picking up yellow flowers is heartbreaking, rouge is still in tears, leaning against the window and looking at the moon, but I don't see you coming back, heartache and broken tears. Under the bright moon, two lines of silver thread slid across the face, and the puppet sitting by the window smiled and felt it attentively. It turns out that youth is a gorgeous injury; My sad light and shadow adorn your sad smile, and you are gorgeous and haggard in the moonlight.
33. Smell the evening breeze, greet you at night, wake up from a hangover, brush away your troubles and let go of your feelings. See the bright moon coming out of the hole, pour silver like water, clear the misty rain, homesick eyes, no longer tears wet sleeves. Let love and heart never be wasted in haggard.
34. If it doesn't happen, maybe the mood will never be heavy. If you really miss it, I'm afraid your life will be hard. A glance is enough to make the heart pass the hurricane and get a deeper understanding of the scenery in the barren land. A long journey is enough to make a fragile heart haggard. Whenever I look at autumn water, I can't help crying. How can death not be calm, how can love be indifferent.
35. In my life, too much helplessness and sadness turned me into a tree and a grass. I'm afraid that your shoulders without wind and rain can't support the strong wind of this world, and I'll blow you back to your original place, leaving me with only a few scars. So, Feng, for your better tomorrow, I can only wither my desire, stay in your heart for a while, and then leave forever, leaving me alone to drink all my sorrows and hardships.
36, personal waiting is a person's own helplessness, love always has no eternal saying, the snow is lingering, the sand road is surrounded by snow, a vine path is green, and thousands of flowers are destroyed. Holding the freezing point you gave me can't reverse my fate. You are too heartless and I am too naive. Is it God who wants me to be so wordless and haggard and grow old alone?