The origin gathers, and the extinction disperses

At night, after the noise of the day, it was quiet, accompanied by the faint light of the street lamp in the distance. The wind swept the whole wilderness without warning, stirring people's thoughts. The star, hanging in the sky far away, twinkles its tiny starlight, not as bright as the sun, but as intoxicated as flowers.

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If you want to change intoxication into sadness, don't break your heart with a clear song. This chaotic world is full of despair and sadness. You want to be a brave man and fight vigorously for love and faith. Your whole body is full of incomparable aura and light. You have the talent and reputation comparable to great men. You are such a proud and lonely man. Your crazy heart hasn't said, it has rained several times at dusk.

Once thought that people in love must stay together. Only when they stay together can their feelings last for a long time. However, this bank and the other bank are just the gap of space, but they can't lengthen the distance of the soul.

Time flies, time is silent. Days are like a trickle of water flowing quietly, while only time flows from your side. What precipitates is the happiness and happiness, warmth and security that accompany you all the way. For me, I feel poetic in this withered autumn. I just want to do one thing, twist a crimson maple leaf and gently engrave my heart words. Faith is the theme that I will never change in this life! Then, send it to the city with you happily. From then on, in my heart and in my life, hold your promise of peace and warmth, and wait for eternity for you quietly on the other side of the years!

A period of love, repeated weighing, and finally deepened the length of the years. Catch up all the way, recall all the way, what you finally get and what you finally lose. Perhaps, only when we meditate can we understand that in the memory of this road, we often get less happiness than pain. When Acacia became a war, he never caught anything except lamenting to the lunatics.

Always adhere to the simple style of life, only willing to use an indifferent heart to see the clouds and the changes of seasons. Many things out of season are bound to be lost by time, just like the once lush autumn leaves. When life dries up, they will eventually be separated from the phase of leaf veins. And I have been here, shaking off my burden, standing in the monsoon as a tree forever, looking up at the boundless and warm blue and clear sky.

As night fell, the spring rain kissed the gauze curtain as thin as cicada wings, and the rhythmic patter on the window lattice added infinite ideas. In my mind, in happiness and tranquility, I twist my heartstrings and turn them into soft and graceful like water, in the affectionate rainy night. At this moment, the rain outside the window is no longer a cold autumn rain. In my eyes, it is a kind of soft, like the feelings of a coquettish girl. It is pity, love, softness and moistening. In my heart, it is a kind of vision, looking forward to a beautiful future. Hug with you in the season of flower rain, let the love bloom wantonly under the oil paper umbrella, beside the bluestone, lilac alley, such a state of mind, such a time and such a moment, my heart is inadvertently drunk Drunk, drunk in the autumn rain like graceful and light dance steps

The sunset glow and the broken moon still reflect the way home. The style of wandering for a long time is filled with tired plain paper, accompanied by withered haggard. It meets the mottled shadows of love, splashing ripples and sighing in the strands of wandering in the heart. Let love hold the hand holding the pen and listen to the gurgling water; Fluctuations in the flowing heart sea are called; Whirling years, who outlines the mottled, only intoxicated glass for a night, but also a sleepless night.

True love is that people are thousands of miles away, but dreams and souls depend on each other; True love is the flow of time, but never give up; True love is to pay each other, but have no regrets.

Cherry blossoms include single cherry and double cherry. When they bloom, the trees are full of brilliance and fragrance. The single cherry is as white as snow and clouds, and the double cherry is as red as fire. But whether it's single cherry or double cherry, they haven't been in full bloom for a long time. After more than 20 days, they are colorful and full of trees, and they end up with stars in a hurry.

Late autumn is still far away. The wind is blowing slowly, but it is also a little bleak. In spring, there are not only flowers flying all over the sky, but also the faint fragrance of flowers everywhere. As the autumn rhyme became stronger and stronger, the flowers in the yard were in full bloom. The whole yard was full of fragrance and sweet smell. The golden flowers are in clusters and clusters, overlapping and dotted among the dense green leaves. They are very warm like the smiling faces of children, as if they have injected a beautiful scenery into this warm spring.

Touch the glass window with your fingertips, and the hissing sound startled the fragile heart. Bursts of pain hit like a wave. If such sour pain can replace tearing the heart and lungs, let him stay longer. In this way, time will forget me. In this way, you can hide here, let the weak dance, let the fragile and unbearable entertain desperately, and let the tight heart loosen its strings.

Once upon a time, her beauty was pure and flawless, as bright as jade. Many people seemed to find wealth, hold it in their arms, and fear loss like pity. At that time, those who met you were those who repented after baptism. They only knew how to pity incense, but not jade. No matter how bright they were, they could not cover up the dust accumulated on him for a long time, cast you or achieve him. Therefore, confusion strengthened the dramatic friendship, and the pain was just a simple pain.

Someone once said that white heads will not leave each other. But after all, one empty word, in the twinkling of an eye, he threw it to the other side. However, I have always believed. Then, along the way of chasing, there are thorns, but never bow your head

It turns out that some waiting is not worth it. Over the years, we have changed a lot. We are just a drop in the ocean and can't control the miracle and pain given by fate. In the face of some, we may only have to wait, but waiting needs courage, and we should have the courage to bear the results that are very different from the results of waiting.

Thoughts are dim, nostalgic sadness, all kinds of things in the world, inducing sorrow to break the dike, three mountains and five mountains, shaking the reputation of heaven and earth, the prosperity of flowing water and trickling tenderness, which can't help overflowing with leisure.

There is love infatuation in life. This hate has nothing to do with the wind and the moon. Who is really affectionate for whom? Who is crazy for whom? Who is watching for whom? Who hurts for whom? It's all white thread that you and I can't untie. Without fate, he Shengsi's life can be tired by love.

Acacia has become a kind of self consolation in many people's lives. When the moon is full, I miss endlessly, when the moon is short, I feel infinite melancholy, and miss all the joys and sorrows related to love in the years. In the emotional world, we have been moving forward with all the sonorous, no matter the wind and rain, no matter the weather is beautiful.

In front of the window. The winding path of the breeze is not as full as it seems. The time of youth is left behind, the season is red, and there is more hate left in the air. Light eyebrows and drunk eyes, red makeup and light powder, old attachment to dust. Only the bright moon, heaven and earth turn, the mountains and rivers of our hometown. The second beauty is suspected to be eulogizing back to the bank.

In life; There are always too many regrets to be left for memories, in the years; The indistinct mottle always outlines countless broken heart wounds. Too much persistence can't let go, just; That unyielding pain is the most beautiful accident. Words can still be beautiful and simple, time can not be a beautiful dream, happiness is not an extravagant thing, sadness, but often once decadent.

On the road of life, after countless post stations, there will always be strange or familiar scenery. The passers-by mentioned by time is only the people and things destined to pass by, and not much is deliberately to remember or forget. What lies in the black-and-white crisscross is nothing more than the darkness that sadness has gone through. In the corner of memory, it tells all the to be continued. Those who stop at the fingertips of thin cool, is once blooming in the years of micro broken.

Finger years, rendering the flawless mottled color sculptures, the sad city is still writing and waving ink, drawing the traceless wind of the four seasons. The smile hides the lonely tears, because in the whirling years, listening to no one's company and knowing each other. Those past events are dreams that surround the depths of sadness and fill the heart with the first and gazing sighs. In the end, it's just like passing years. The wind is sad, but it's hard to pick up the old dream.