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Thank you for never leaving me

—- Some of them stayed together, and the cold and heat came and went. They walked through thousands of mountains and rivers and comforted many withered years, which surpassed countless days and nights. Some achievements and some estrangement are just the care of biting bones, pain and touching. Who is accounting for the gains and losses in some feelings? How much attachment, never get, how much deep, the branches of time are full of affection. In the layers of time, no matter how to wait, the original heart is the most beautiful. Thank you, never left me, always in my heart, in the years, cherish the time in my life, light life is stable, watch the time is quiet. —— The sentimental words/sissy listened to, bustling The destined fortune in life. Walking in time, quiet posture, weaving beautiful cocoons, laying out the charming distance. Perhaps there is only one cup of tea for the dormant fate. Even if it is not enough for a lifetime to recall, it is enough to warm all the years. With heavy dreams and the agreement in the twilight, how much time has it been amazing? How many forbearance and thousands of circulation will eventually wait for me and forget each other. How easy is it? Heavy smoke, crack, those warm, has already blossomed into a smile in the bottom of my heart. Whether you and I look back or not, those smiles, clean silence and existence in the night of time. I am glad that I have been with you for so long and have been your biggest Sharer. Every time I meet the abundance, I pour a little into my arms, and finally I will rely on beauty. In the passing time, every story will gradually grow old. I know your heart, don’t be greedy, don’t seek. Perched in a clear and happy water, watching those white egret fly over the lakes over the years. In those abundance, the breeze shines with flowers and branches, and the light love deeply. Can the overnight tea be renewed? Do you need to continue? Thinking about songs at midnight, what can be more contented heart than tears? There are always some tenderness wrapped around me and I couldn’t help indulging in it. Ask the sky, ask the water, the window seems to be the only light I can accept. The cool and thin place of time, no matter how cold it is, there will always be some moments that quietly warm the whole past. Stop and Go, search and seek, we always don’t want to miss. A night of bitter tea, half of life vicissitudes, with drifting as a destination, confirms no regret and innocence. How many languages have been abandoned, but I can’t help looking back, longing for beauty and goodness, but I don’t know how to protect and embrace each other’s personalities, but I can’t help changing my fate. Spring water is full of melancholy. I never hesitate to pour the richness of my heart into the earth. Therefore, I am used to this kind of life, making a dream that I can’t wake up, walking an endless road to make people understand, I am willing to be my cocoon. Sun-Dried those unspeakable beauty, collected, thousands of mountains and rivers, never abandoned. The clear and happy water in the depth of the years always comes to an end and meets quietly. Some feelings, in the dark, always have no fear, greedy for those sunny. Some loyalty easily passes through the vicissitudes of life and the world. In the cracks, laughter is still not old. Memories of sleeping waste, made a beautiful cocoon, how much on the shore, and left the shore, are fate. It is useless to be affectionate, and it flows a thousand times with prosperity and loneliness. I am alone in this mountain and have been away for thousands of years. When will I go back to my Buddhist hall? Human fireworks worship the last habitat of the soul. If you get it, some softness still coincides. The decadent wind swept away, and some couldn’t wait, so they had to use words to take in these unexpected guests. Time, overlapping on a person, even if it can not be day and night, can still warm those cool thin. Between ideal and reality, how many lovers are there in the world and how many hearts are still walking? Giving is better than plundering, and the cold memory is always round and round for those dreams. Simple, clear, devout, silent, one Cup after another suddenly one day, the distance is no longer distance, and then one day, it becomes more distant than before. Have you ever suffered for a long time? Have you seen each other suddenly? Some storms, vanity, human nature trembling. Life is already riddled with holes. What is more absurd than lies in the wilderness of time? How many years have we lost? Dark mountains, deep standing, a shadow as quiet as before. As much as I try to figure out, there will be as much anger and fleeting elegance as I have already sunk to the bottom of the sea and been silent. How many words are buried in the bottom of my heart and cannot be exported? The sea water touches the rocks and splashes the green onion every day. Will your heart sob? When the flowers bloom in the upper part of the ruins, they have learned to wither, and there is an empty joy, passing through the sadness and impermanence that sometimes appears. Some true annihilation, perhaps, can only hide in the memory, forget the temporary sorrow. Looking through the dust-sealed past, it is the Smell of Camphor, sweet and safe. Willingly, he drowned himself in his own incense and drowned himself in the stagnation of the branches of time, turning thousands of times, passing by the wind, curling up and cherishing the dark fragrance. The past has already been in full swing. Is the endless memory a kind of everlasting? Life seems to be just to rush to a time when flowers fall in my heart. Some approaches are all given by time. Is it a thin and sunny cool? Those thoughts of light breeze are just a person’s self-appreciation? Some pain, gently, wrapped around life, weak deep feeling, sighing in regret, those thoughts, the wind and dust. Streamer always throws people away. Will this sound become the last sigh that can be heard by each other in the world? Those regrets are fate or robbery? The irreplaceable memory always strikes at night. How can one forget those full joys in one’s life? The lines of time are all concerned. How much love there is, how much compassion there is. If you can leave easily, why should you say that you are deeply loved? How many people chase the floating clouds, half of the sea water, half of the flame, where are they really placed? Is loneliness the most severe punishment for life? If you understand, do and cherish, don’t be less negative. Those stored love smile in the plain time. Those who are determined, not far from near, have been flooding in the bottom of my heart. Who can tell clearly? I don’t understand all the time. Time flows as usual. Why do those who say STAY WITH YOU FOREVER go to the end of the world? The fate of the world is far away and near. Why on earth? I have already met each other and never met each other. How can I say those hidden in my heart? Those obstinacy are not what anyone can do. Where can those lurking arrogance confess? How many times did you swear not to miss any more, and those feelings were still lingering. How long will it take to completely forget it? Powerless, I am sinking in my own world, what is the responsibility? Are those incomparable good things to be repaid by losing the beauty of life in the end? Cooking words to cure hunger, pickled time, when will the time be quiet? I have never understood that it is so difficult for simple happiness and fragrant my spiritual field? Holding these memories, low eyebrows on Earth fireworks, can we reach the end of life safely? Some sincerity, with ebony Fragrance Flowing in time, is sure and lasting. Some thoughts wet the years. Some images are blurred under the oiled paper umbrella in the south of the Yangtze River. They are persistent and self-pity. Is there a kind of feeling, gentle and calm, watching the years quietly?

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