The most beautiful summer

Deep in time, the ferry of the world of mortals. I still stand on the still water side, warm with words, and enjoy my life. No sigh! Fleeting time writes the story as the ending of falling flowers; Without bitterness, time will stand at both ends of the scenery. Walking through the green Jianjia, this scene never forgets, and gradually slips away from the fingers of the years. At the corner, your tea is cold.

Don't lose and forget what you once said, which has turned yellow on the title page of time. Since farewell, my heart has been blooming like a lotus. I taste this cup of tea alone. Condense the tenderness of life into the posture of a flower. The heart of the faint, lingering past, solidified in the heart, dust collection, indifferent to each other, do not complain about leaving the war.

Write on plain paper and recall the beauty of those years. When writing, I always like to interpret the encounter on the road with amazement. As time goes by, the stories that fade with time and the memories that are disturbed by the wind outline beautiful chapters in the pen, dye a body of Acacia and provoke a lifetime of pure sorrow.

Endless thoughts turn into tenderness, a bow, outside the misty rain tower, close to the end of the world; A song of Acacia, from the beginning of writing, love has been written to the past. As long as you have it, you don't need to stay deliberately; As long as you are grateful, you are not afraid of the cold rain. Peace with fate is also a kind of Qingxiu. At least it won't be hurt by spring flowers and Autumn Moon. Now, I just want to stare deeply and condense those wandering thoughts from now on.

After experiencing prosperity and lust for the fireworks of the world of mortals, you know that life is a lifetime, flashy as a dream. Many encounters are disappointed before they understand that some people can only remember and some things can only become stories. We all cried deeply for those emotions that we couldn't give up, and then we just remembered them lightly.

The cruelest thing is time. I think how things change in the world, this feeling will remain unchanged forever. In the memory, go farther and farther. Those amazing stories of flowers, later, were just a chance encounter in each other's lives. Suddenly looking back, I was surprised that the past had been frozen into a landscape. At this time, I was not sad, but my thoughts were prolonged.

How many stories in fleeting years miss the flowering season, the rainy season and the whole past. There will always be someone in everyone's heart, who will make your smile the brightest and make your pain the most complete. We have experienced some pain and scars before we know how to love someone, but we have long lost the unforgettable emotion of that year.

Every flower event is a metamorphosis, withering or rebirth. Although the past is full of dust, it is still a dream. With a cloud water Zen heart, live a simple and quiet life, gather and disperse with fate, and samsara has become beautiful. No matter how the ending of the story is written, please be kind to time and years and give once a smile.

In the evening of the bright moon, I no longer put my mind on the horizon; Sex is as light as chrysanthemum, and it can't afford to be thinner than yellow flowers. That faint yearning is just gentle between the lines and won't look forward to the flowers on the other side. Keep all the amazing silence in your heart. When the fleeting years pass under the night sky, don't disturb Luoying.

The story has ended. Yesterday's tenderness can no longer find a reason to hug. A song "ten years" finally understands that some people aim to miss, only miss. Even if we meet, it's just a mature performance. It's better to miss when we meet. At the end of time, holding a plain paper in hand, walking on the water side with a lotus like state of mind.

The red world of Purple Street is a prosperous and lonely after all. Frost stained Fenghua, I still stick to one side of the Jianjia. Some feelings can make a great surprise without looking at each other. That is my own scenery, flowing water; A person's fleeting time, colorful; A person's love is unparalleled in the world.

Things have changed, no longer sigh for that story! Unfortunately, it's not if, but it's a pity to miss. All this has come to an end. No matter how desolate the years have given us, we only remember the time when we love to laugh. Postscript: let yesterday's fireworks live in the dust, turn into a soul stirring in the memory, and place it in the depths of years. With a cloud water Zen heart, live a simple and quiet life, gather and disperse with fate, and samsara has become beautiful. Read, the United States to the city; Dusty, faint fragrance.