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And cherish it…

A feeling, really, not easy, some encounter, no one knows what will come tomorrow, can only, and do and cherish. —– Text/sissy a word, who can understand? Even if we have no time to meet each other, those little bits and pieces have already turned into rain, and the temperature is moistening in our eyes. Those tacit understanding, those chasing, full of how much pure beauty, those deep, no one can forget. The wind and dust all the way, one after another, a feeling, really, not easy. How many times have been annihilated by the wind and sand of the years, only those quiet thoughts are still lingering in the ears. Those gentle, never stiff, one side of the water village endless lingering, how many silent warmth is far away. I know a little about how much alienation has been cut off, and the gentleness of those ripples seems to hold those difficult beliefs. How many folds in the soul have been smoothed by the staggered determination of eyes. Those who do not give up in the deep memory will always accidentally start a beach of gulls and return to those waiting Qingning. Feelings, not aestheticism, only idealism, no right or wrong, no one can change anything. Some feelings seem to have to wait for a long time. It seems that they can only be tolerant. Only in this way can they walk and cherish their love for one night and build dreams for a long time. Whether it is the icing on the cake or a little connection, chasing will eventually make life have the beauty of peace. You can’t miss the present if you miss the yesterday with flowers full of branches. In the spring mist, bow deeply, this is not humble, this is the treasure planted in the heart. The flowers are full of clothes, and the past is in the bottom of my heart. Every day, there will always be a moment of escape, enjoying the silent corner in the deep heart, and the warmth of those flowing from the end of the world can be reached at your fingertips. Indulging in secret, pure white, Qiaoqiao has no intention to compete for spring, just for a few understanding, the ultimate bloom. The wind is light, the water is long, what is more than the relationship of gentlemen, love is not the same, there have been falling flowers and flowing water, also one day on Earth? I was so greedy for some fireworks and kept watching. I was so sweet and fragrant. Some elegance, dripping ink, a curtain of Wind Flowers, leaving the world independent. Do not love the world flashy, every day is still the same. A few words and a cloud nourish the beautiful and swaying dust. Away from the fetters of the world, those thoughts without any requirements are still sleeping quietly and soundly. Most of the time, we obviously miss deeply, but we lose a little bit to the distant. Many things, disdain, all explanations are redundant. Perhaps the greatest coolness on earth is that trust is betrayed. Those inner encounters are still wandering on the road of deep affection. How will those fatalities be arranged? The flowers of dust bloom beautifully. Those poems that touched the fleeting time are still looking back. Finger quicksand, how many beautiful things are missing, walking in the desert of love, meeting and sighing. I don’t know if you have ever thought that every sigh may be the last sigh in the world. Those pure Watchmen are never absurd, they are the weight of life. It seems that how deep the forgiveness is in how deep is love. Some thoughts are always in the bottom of my heart and in the years. At this moment, someone can wait, someone can think, someone is cute and worth it. Why don’t we have pity? Walking in the world, it seems impossible not to get hurt. There are always some people, drifting away, there are always some love, can’t say goodbye. A wandering, eventually look at flowers in the fog, nowhere to say goodbye to the thin branches of time, beating the glitz of the world. Those tangled and old ones will escape, and the reborn ones will rise like snowflakes. The fragments scattered by the hairpin sing in the moonlight. No longer with whom to continue the front, have long been used to, through the distant, stay, deep soul talking and laughing. Those warm, stable, quiet in the years. Those days, those nights, those who once passed through time and space, the lead faded and tasted the vicissitudes of the Sea alone. Some moods, when spring happens, the breeze passes by, and the Peach Garden with lush hearts. Peering with flowers and plants, with tenderness. Keeping a love, keeping a scenery, letting that little sunshine warm the boundless warmth of weak Life. Some people walked through it gently, but left scars that could not be recovered all their lives. The fickle of the world is always unpredictable. How far can those silence go? How long will it take for those heartbreaks to be settled with them? The light years, those past, smiling in the spring breeze without scruple, the past has long been untraceable. Those beautiful things will be quiet in life. Deep love seems to be a lifelong thing. Those who cannot say goodbye are still prosperous in the memory of the past life. If you can’t control your destiny, let the beauty that never fades and the light joy in your memory be as graceful as flowers and pavilion. The bloom of youth, woven curtain alone, those true, true and false, winding the sea. It has never been fate, but it is not cherished enough. All misunderstandings are blasphemous to the divine. Time has never cooled anyone, nor failed to live up to it. However, we have not cherished it and retained it, which is always attributed to fate. Those past, still in the breeze, remember those beautiful, please yourself, Comfort Life’s calm. All the past passed by, for a worthy person, stay behind, do not go back to the ending, just for those who hate the night, how many branches in spring? Some profound, quietly pervading worldly ties, deep in the soul. Those holy, never cold thin, those passing by, left all over the damp thoughts. Blend into the soul of life, prosperous in the years, if you understand, will meet those non-fading beliefs again. Can you let those subtle escapes, but only the bare piety, Cook wine and taste plum? It is destined that we will always encounter the deep love of the past, the conversion of those who turn mountains and waters, and the red dust of the Taoism. Pockets, when is spring flower and autumn moon? Some emotions are burning. If we are alive, we can’t see the people we want to see, and we can’t cherish them. All the past is floating clouds. Where is the meaning of life? Those thoughts of falling dust gather together and depend on each other. If you forget to look at it, you will have a dream. Drink the heartbreak of the wind, flowers, snow and Moon, hate the missing, smile and smile, do not forget the original heart, the years can finally be quiet and beautiful. The world of emotion has never been right or wrong, only who loves who, who doesn’t love who, who cherishes who, who doesn’t cherish who, so, that’s all. Some emotions, standing on the river of reason, can only suppress those growing feelings. Not without love, but powerless. Some encounters are so rare that they are difficult to give up and divide, so they will not give up easily. Perhaps, some emotions, the sincerity and warmth of looking at each other, are enough. A feeling, indeed, is hard to come by and can only be cherished. How many people, in the endless time, quietly love a person, but dare not approach, lest there will be harm. If love hurts more than joy, love must be wrong. All cherishment is not wishful thinking. All wishful thinking is doomed to be humble and mottled. Feelings are always pleasing to each other. If you cannot cherish and let go, it is also a wise choice. A person, can love a person, can not love, should be given tolerance. No matter love or not, there is nothing wrong with it. People who can handle their feelings well are worthy of awe. The burden of responsibility can make an ordinary person grow up instantly. No matter love, family affection or friendship, it is not easy to meet and stay together. Cherish the warmth, trust and dependence, and cherish it.

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