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Choose a city to die, meet a person with a white head

If possible, please let me advance a period of time like Lotus, even if it will be doubled one day in the future. There is no way to know when this affection will stop. But I know that if you are well, it will be sunny. Inscription quiet language listening to the fleeting time, with a pen pointing to darkstory, dyed those parting fixed frame, the past between whispering and laughing, broken the dream in the cloud. How many passers-by are there in life, passing by us quietly, there are always some encounters, falling shoulders and smiling, there are always some encounters, unforgettable. You left, dispersed quietly kicked off, I came, gathered and scattered endlessly, but it was unusual to gather and disperse, but some met, it was a reunion of turning around. (1) who reads the west wind alone always has some words, which can’t be told in his heart. There are always some secrets that are forgotten with time. Humming a song, drinking a cup of fragrant tea to no smell; Holding a plain pen, flashing all the mood, pale letter, how should I write down if you are well, it is sunny words. It is shallow to come to the edge, but I have deep feelings. You and I have deep and shallow fate, so pale and white, without wedge foreshadowing. How can we write this fate to the end? Life is full of ups and downs, joys and sorrows, some things are doomed by fate, some love is the arrangement of previous life, no matter how hard we try, we can’t change. The clear flowing water overflowed the desolation of the world. The gentle breeze forgot the direction of pursuit, and where did my heart fly? A fireworks, easily cold and warm late summer, welcomed the bleak early autumn, and turned around the flowers. The years were old and the final persistence was forgotten. I know the flower language and walk along with the West Wind. Purple lavender is my expectation for love. The blooming of lavender every season is the coming of love and the return period of a relationship. In the prosperous world, I am like a tiny dust, looking for a small corner of my own, meeting bosom friends and enjoying a period of time as clean as Lotus. Dust should always be attributed to the soil, and the flowering period should always fade, and affection should always be forgotten with time, keeping a cool and reading a person. (2) amorous feelings have been broken since ancient times. When I saw the initial heart of parting, I was scattered in the world. How to compose a frustrated mood? How much do you know about love in the dream? The fallen maple leaves are paved into a path. You are at this end and I am at that end, looking at each other through this path. Look at this emaciated face, when a meeting in the afterlife, perhaps, at which ferry you met, you were dressed in white and walked slowly, so I stood quietly and waved to you gently, you gave me a spoiled smile. Two sleeves of breeze, across the luxurious and lonely streets, standing at the crossroads of hesitation, piecing together the background of a scene, showing if life is just like the first sight, what is the state of autumn wind sad painting fan, only to continue the front. When I see that I don’t love you, it is better to walk into your world and start again, let me know you deeply and see through you. Facing the blue sky, let me smile back, looking at the white clouds, let me meet around the corner. A ray of sunshine was stained with the background of sadness, a smile was mixed with the blessing of joy, a goodbye permeated the parting, and a wish was made silently in my heart. May all the encounters in the world, no more parting. However, the red dust is often not as good as our wish, separating the people who love each other and turning around and forgetting the people we meet. This may be the trick of the red dust! We cannot escape the sadness, sadness and indifference of parting. (3) the prosperity of the Floating World continues the front I send laughter to the bright moon, the bright moon lights up your heart, let you walk into the countryside fragrance, let youth forget each other. In the past of the green years, if there was a smoky rain, the small scenery was pleasant, which influenced the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River and woke up lotus. The light drunk eyes seemed to walk into the dreamland of the south of the Yangtze River with ancient charm. I was holding an oiled paper umbrella, standing at the ferry at the bridge, waiting for the footsteps of your return, just to continue to fall in love with you. Alone in a corner, across the small window, watching the falling flowers blooming and dying, the round of reincarnation, there is a sentimental feeling in my heart. It’s really not easy to meet someone. It’s really hard to like someone. The red line of love is really hard to understand. There were ripples of waves on the lake. Sitting quietly by the lake, the fish in the water whispered to me, the moss under my feet smiled at me, and the light Zou at the top of my eyebrows, what was it? A few rolls of river wind, blowing loose messy hair, sky blue dress walking in the wind, rippling everywhere, why not make people excited. The city that once promised the old and the world was increasingly thin and thin in the past few years. I thought that after experiencing the rush of life, I could turn around and meet again, but time was cool and I had forgotten the original promise. This fate is still not the taste of that year. Whether you can meet the person I am waiting for when you turn around, will you come again. (4) this feeling and memory are like a dream. Why do you read deeply and roll a glass fireworks to light up the night? When you suddenly return, the man will no longer be in a dim light. Finally understand that there are some roads, only one person can walk; Some things, only one person can bear; There is one person, always can not forget. The rainy season that I once promised accompanied me, accompanied me with a long stream of water, but now I forget the rivers and lakes, and the green dream is just clouds, which is not the past. A tree blossoms, dotted with a floating life in dream, two seasons flowers bloom, reincarnation of the past life. It’s just an excuse for each other to say whatever you want to do is what you say. If you smile at the beginning of your heart and say that you will not be separated, you will walk along all the scenery along the road. Who broke up the scene halfway. Years are quiet, memories are as early as before, cook a cup of green tea, slowly grind with memory, and aftertaste the original bitterness and fragrance. Life is just like this, taking memory as a good medicine and getting old slowly. It takes only a moment to meet someone. Falling in love with someone is often a lifetime. Time is short and the time is shallow. How much time do we have to meet another person and fall in love with another person? It is not a fault to turn around when we meet by chance, but to turn around but not forget each other. Red Dust is too noisy. I want a quiet corner to sort out my mood, just for the reunion after meeting and the ending after reunion. All the encounters in the world are reunion after a long separation. Can the encounters after the reunion go back to the past? Wen/Jingqiu condensed snow

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