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Life is a lyric of love…

Miss, wandering in the lonely shadow, the guidance of the heart, go farther and farther, until, can no longer look back. Long youth, there was such a restless period, like weeds, growing and spreading crazily. Whether it is absurd or indulging, it never denies the past. Those beautiful and warm ones always have nowhere to hide. All these belong to us. Half a century, fireworks. Dive into the deep ocean. —— Text/sissy look at the past years, how many true and false? Where will those sincerity be exiled? Understand and don’t understand, it seems that they have been missing all the time, and the world banters those incomprehensible amorous feelings. The dust margin, the ferry of time, the random flowers blooming and falling, how many helpless are there? Those dark ups, those melancholy, enduring, can only endure, calm silence. No longer fall into whose curtain, those calm thoughts, gurgling to the east, one night, old, those decisive vicissitudes of life soaked with face. Apart from the grass on the border, what else can catch those simple warmth, so far away? Who can understand me? Can you see through my beauty and desolation? Those joy, those sadness, so ordinary, the soul over the world, how long wait, can there be meticulous spoil? Those who feel distressed and have no idea can be eliminated, then they frown, and in their hearts, tears are dark, and eventually become a bay of amber in time. Maybe, they are always self-righteous, those distant concerns seem to belong only to themselves. Those thoughts on the branches of time can only be tasted slowly by one person. Can those simple ordinary dependencies be simpler? How much time did those close, all the time, gentle? Those trust, so beautiful, have long been transformed into thousands of silence flowing quietly, those silent, are true. Whose eyes have I been walking in? Whose loneliness is illuminated by fireworks in the Sky City? Who has been waiting in the city and who has been guarding outside the city? Whose smile is enchanting in whose time? Who planted rainbows in whose dreams? How many distant melodious raindrops have wet in the Sky City? How many stubborn waits have you got wet? There are always some things that cannot be controlled all the time. It is better to ask my heart. I will keep my heart. There are always some emotions, and they stick to them silently. Maybe this is happiness. Those beautiful things, lasting and lasting, always spread in the bottom of my heart. Parted Lives never parted love, coast to coast, is always Irreplaceable. The lasting beauty is so deep that you look at each other and cannot forget each other. A few warm, silent thoughts, is a steadfast peace of mind. Even if there is no words, those beliefs that have committed themselves to the branches of time are still flying in the wind, and the people are happy. The most intimate but accompanied by wind and rain, the most beautiful but the icing on the cake, and I only like those in the snow. Fold the secret mind, hide the gap of the past years quietly, don’t ask, don’t say, not don’t want. Inadvertently, those ups and downs oozing from the bottom of my heart always make people throb. Those tears are the chords of the years. How much do you know, there will always be profound surprises. Love, so simple, those thoughts in the heart will meet again every day, and those tacit understanding will be silent and happy in the pursuit of the soul, The back of the figure, the lights of thousands of families were faded, soothing the slowly flowing time, the beauty of those souls out of the body, a roll of ink painting, those thoughts gently floated into a fragrant tea, these are not false, not floating clouds, those who focus on the extreme of the Holy Love. Those who walked through with heart, still soft in the bottom of my heart, immortal stunning in time, light thoughts, stunned spring is full of joy. The most natural ones are warm and moist, and they are moving with an old heart in the years and melodious in the wind. Those sentimental simplicity are always affectionate in looking at time. A curtain of Qingyour, with a special liking and keeping the dust. Slowly love a person to no heart, perhaps, love to the deep, is to stay together, those depth of love is no longer important, there is no point to investigate, stick to, the ultimate years of never abandon. The fate in the world is really subtle. You can hear the distance through the distance. There is always a person who falls into your life gently. From then on, your world is the back. Those feelings, can’t hide, can’t let go, can’t escape, even if speechless, a smile scattered in the time, still can feel at ease. How much time did it take to love those warm and heavy things? Inadvertently, the scenery stood in the bottom of my heart. I don’t know if it can be seen through many years later and whether it can meet again? In the gap of time, the trivial entanglement of the soul can clearly distinguish those thorough thoughts. The fragrance of flowers is the fragrance of time. The abundance comes on the face, and the heart is full of smiles. All the days begin to be full. Those thousands of rivers and mountains are full of footprints of the heart, which cannot be stopped. How many times do you want to leave, and ultimately you can’t. Those struggles have proved the cherish of those lives. Perhaps, everything is the agreement of fate. Many things are inexplicable and never right or wrong. Even if one day the ferry of life leaves, it will not fight against each other. Is it possible to ask for right and wrong, clean as a fool, devote your whole life to one person, waiting for the date of love at the end of the world? Everything, too late to recall, passed quietly. Memories are like flowers separated from the clouds. Suddenly, they see the sincerity of carrying out love to the end. There is always a person who is your warmth, and is only beautiful in the branches of time, drowning all the echoes. The innocence standing on the south wall is still amazing and never stint the gentleness. The decision of this life seems to be in a flash of thought. Those long fiber knots melt all the tenderness of life. Those who miss, meticulous and complete, are serious, but will not fall into the World Fireworks. The glitz faded, never afraid of hating late, nor afraid of the fall of time, warm with heart, good enough. Endure loneliness, keep the prosperity, live hard, and promise you, white head never leave, no purpose, just joy. Even if it is just a person’s heart, there is still no regret. Even outside the Long Pavilion, the side of the Post Road, and send you, without asking the return, there is still no complaint. Pattern memory, separated from the cloud, meticulous and a little beautiful. How much is bright, how much is sad, how much is not forgotten, everything seems to be silent in the fleeting scenery. Perhaps, in this life, the most beautiful thing is to meet those who never abandon. The silent mind flows in the years. The back, slowly returning, is the most beautiful declaration of life. After half a life, the rest is numbered, Only that feeling grew up in time, and generate was filled with incomparable green onions. A few Zen ideas, long and never forget. The beauty of time that cannot be lost will always float on your mind casually, and your mouth will rise. If you see it at first, it is amazing and gentle. The time is just right. You treasure those thick and heavy days, cherish the living time in the April wind, graze your mood, Miss gently, and breathe full of warmth. Rolling up the bead curtain of the years, a tree in front of the window with flowers, gently calling the moon and love. The warm eyes, faint and shallow smile. There is a person in one’s heart who is always beautiful. If you raise your hand, you will drop the gentle and foot-casting gap with low eyebrows, and the spring light will appear in your heart. Those stable loneliness, Wonderful World, Beautiful time. Life is a lyric of love. Suddenly, I saw the emotion of the night and multiplied the fireworks of the world. Heart-dyed Tao Ran, those temperatures are always like being around. No matter how important it is, I will eventually return to others. Those brand marks, far away, a guiding light, redgusset.

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