1. After walking through the fields of spring and the torrents of summer, you will find a quiet and peaceful world in autumn. In autumn, although there is no fragrance of roses, there is the elegance of autumn chrysanthemums. There are no blooms, but there are abundant fruits. Autumn does not have the passion of summer, but it has romantic warmth; it does not have the boldness of spring, but it has the joy of harvest. The fallen leaves dance in the autumn rhythm in the breeze, and the branches are full of fruits and are intoxicating with the autumn beauty. Autumn is sweet wine, autumn is magnificent poetry, and autumn is moving song.
2. Human life is a process of saving. Hope is stored when struggling; a seed is stored when cultivating; scenery is stored when traveling; and scenery is stored when smiling. hapiness. Smart people are good at saving. In the long and short journey of life, they learn to save every shining moment, and then use them to brew a cup of beautiful memories. During the changes and alternation of the four seasons, they will exude a strong fragrance and treasure it for a lifetime!
3. Spring is here, and I want to return my soul to the distant place lingering in my heart. Let your soul grow the wings of the wild geese returning from the north, ride the wind blowing the colorful clouds, hold the moist mists of the south of the Yangtze River, sing the fishing songs of the rippling morning boats, and return to your long-lost hometown with the fragrance filling the night windows. I dug up the thawed soil, dug out the dream buried here, let her bathe in the bright sunshine, and expected her to slowly grow branches and vines and bear the fruits of the long-awaited true love.
4. Enjoy life, everyone is happy. Life is a journey of mountains and water. Hold a piece of understanding lightly, fold your worries, collect all the happiness, and move forward with brightness and warmth. As long as the heart is gentle, no matter how far the road is, you will walk safely. Looking back , may the sun always shine, may life be sunny everywhere.
5. The moonlight is drifting, time flies away with the wind, and the rainy season quietly comes again. The flowers are still beautiful; the heart is still quiet. The tenderness of the moon is understood by the night; the clarity of the heart is understood by the rain; I understand your deep feelings. There is no perfect beauty in life. You and I, who were once used to floating, once upon a time longed for a kind of plain stability, weathering the wind and rain, being indifferent in our hearts, and guarding each other's heart journey on the long journey in this world. Vicissitudes of life are not nature, but experience; happiness is not a state, but a feeling.
6. The fences are sparse, the drunkenness disappears, and there is a lot of melancholy. The dim lights reflect the old pavilion. With pink lips and a solemn voice, who do you want to sing to? The face is painted pink, staring at the cause and effect of the world; Weiyang sings and dances, reincarnation is the beginning and the end. The dancing sleeves are wide and the green clothes are thin, so it seems as if the courtyard is lonely. When the wind blows, who knocks lightly on my little wooden door, holds my hand, and listens to my jokes?
7. After many years, the sorrow has not faded away, but the desert has become clear. The fleeting year is a sacrifice. The red makeup is tired in the music of harp and harp, and the beauty is lingering in the dance of neon clothes. In the long world of mortals, a soft chant describes half a life of desolation and loneliness, and the pure sorrow is like water. Lonely glass, deserted city and bustling heart. The traces of passage are deeply imprinted on my bones. Like smoke in the middle of the year, a graceful and coquettish dance has been cold and proud for half a lifetime, and the flower festival is beautiful. The love disaster of encounter is light and heartfelt. How about using those broken moments to commemorate the passing years?
8. Fate is not about passing by, but about embracing each other. When you stand on tiptoe, each other's hearts will be closer. Life is always imperfect, there are always bitter tears, there is always regret for mistakes, there is always deep resentment, and there is always regret and hatred. Life is also perfect, always bringing laughter to our tears, enlightenment to our regrets, joy to our resentment, and love to our hatred.
9. The waves surged up layer by layer on the beach, and slowly receded layer by layer. I play with you in the sea, with rolling waves, blue sea and blue sky, feeling the heart of the sea together, and appreciating the warmth of the sea. This boundless sea, like our endless love, wraps us up heavily.
10. In the lonely winter, there is a monotonous yellow color everywhere. There was desolation everywhere, and even the bright and clear river in the past had lost its luster, and it was hiding under the ice and sleeping. There was a mother and daughter. Under the warm sunshine, the mother was combing her daughter's hair. She smoothed her hair gently. And the gentle strands are braided into braids. There was a smile written all over her face, and it seemed that the love in her heart could never be contained and overflowed to her mouth. It flows to the corner of the eyes and spins into long lengths. Braids. The sun kissed the long hair, which seemed to be sprinkled with gold powder, shining with an erratic brilliance. The daughter snuggled in her mother's arms obediently, kept talking, and made her mother smile knowingly from time to time. The sweet affection melted the coldness of winter and made the bleak winter scenery spin out with the beauty of spring.
11. The sun finally stretched out its slender fingers and gently peeled away the soft yarn of the green mountains. Qingshan's solid muscular chest and tall backbone are exposed in front of people, calm and resolute. From time to time, clouds and mist rise from its arms and disperse, becoming the most beautiful language. The pines and cypresses that look dignified in the sunshine, the dots of bright red appearing in the vast sky, and the mysterious kiss marks scattered on the tops of the mountains add another layer of mystery to the green mountains.
12. The lush plants in the wilderness prevent us from feeling the desolation of autumn at all, and the vitality and vitality are still surging in the fields and mountains. The leaves of the millet are dark green, and the long and large ears of grain are heavy, bending the tall and straight backbone of yesterday; the sorghum is still so slender, with beautiful red tassels on its head showing the charm of autumn; the forest belt that stretches across the wilderness is woven with dark green The light yellow brocade expresses a richer color of life than spring and summer.
13. Finally, heartache, heartbreak, and despair. Finally choose, under the moonlight, to be forgotten. After a thousand twists and turns, things have changed and people have changed. I wanted to say goodbye, but finally we are so close to each other. After so many years, you and I have become strangers. Loving you is ultimately the sadness of a flower blooming to its full bloom, and the sadness of a girl flying into the fire.
14. The world is so big, it’s not easy to meet. If your heart is facing the sun, why be afraid of sadness. As long as people live in this world, they will have a lot of troubles, pain or happiness, depending on your heart. A person is either a strong person who overcomes pain, or a weak person who succumbs to pain. No matter how heavy the burden is, it is still a burden to bear while smiling, and it is also a burden to bear when crying. No matter how difficult life is, if you get through it with a smile, it is victory.
15. Loneliness has nothing to do with the hustle and bustle. The crowds of people are illustrating the blossoming and withering of flowers outside you. No one will accompany you to say goodbye to the fleeting time. There is a big difference between loneliness and busyness. The rolling world of mortals obliterates the state of mind, but without the rush to the end, life will be just as pale after all. When a person grows up and understands that the world is not made up of flowers and applause, it is so valuable that he can persist in his dreams.
16. In addition to the past and love, life still requires a lot of reverie. Life is not simply composed of the past and symbols of love. The past is life’s testimony to all the years that have passed; because of simplicity, we can deeply understand the lightness of life, as light as flying flowers, as light as falling clouds, as light as rain; because of simplicity, , only then can I gain insight into the tranquility of the soul, which is as quiet as the night sky, as quiet as a deep valley, and as quiet as a stream.
17. The eyes are like water, but with a coldness that makes people talk. They seem to be able to see through everything. The fingers are slender and the skin is like gelatin. The snow-white is pink, and it seems that it can squeeze out water. A pair of red lips, smiling. Ruo Yanran's every move seems to be dancing, her long hair hangs straight down to her ankles, her hair is untied, her black hair dances in the wind, emitting a fragrance, her waist is slender, her limbs are slender, she has a fairy-like refined temperament, she is dressed in white clothes, with rusty butterflies on the floor. Dark lines, a black hair lightly raised with butterfly tassels, a butterfly carved from a night pearl on the forehead, emitting a faint light, eyebrows lightly swept, no powder applied on the face, but still can't hide the stunning appearance, a crystal necklace around the neck , the collarbone becomes clearer and clearer, the white jade bracelet on the wrist highlights the skin like snow, and a pair of gilt shoes on the feet are decorated with precious stones. The beautiful eyes are flowing, like a pale butterfly that has lost its breath in the darkness, the expression is indifferent, as if not Like a fairy who eats fireworks in the world, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as ethereal and gorgeous as fireworks.
18. Love is a word, thin and slender, pointing to the next level of lovesickness. If the heart is close, we will be dependent on each other even to the ends of the world; if the heart is far away, we will not be able to understand each other even if we are together all day long. Fate is God's will and relies on sincerity; feelings require communication and honesty. Everyone has a line of tears, and they have to face pain because they are strong; everyone has silent wounds, and they have to endure pain because of growth.
19. The rustling rhyme of the music brings joy and sorrow to the separation and separation of the world; a touch of vicissitudes of life fills the sleeves with a dark fragrance, leaving no trace of earthly emotions. A lifetime of prosperity dances between your fingers, and a romantic song of sadness is played. Carry a bright moon and a wisp of breeze through the dust and smoke of thousands of years. The slender fingers of loneliness slide over the sadness of the soul, showing how much affection remains. How many smiles and tears flowed, and suddenly I looked back, confused and confused. I have devoted my whole life to tenderness and poetry, but when I look back in confusion, I have already lost you.
20. Encounter, acquaintance, separation, resentment. In the so-called youth drama, some melodies, some stories, and some feelings are slowly intertwined in the background of mixed colors. The bright flower season and the fleeting years slowly gather up every piece of treasured past and pour it into the ink. Looking for a warm afternoon, in the wind with the gentle sound of purple wind chimes, draw a picture of you with the fragrance of mugwort. I.
21. Time is like water, and it has taken away a lot, but it can never take away the scars that concern your heart. In the silence, you can still hear the sad sighs; time is like water, and time has erased it. There are many, but the traces of sadness can never be erased. In loneliness, I still feel the impact of the bitterness. In life, there are always some people, some things, and some feelings that never leave the memory and live deep in the soul, allowing you to enjoy the beauty of loneliness when you taste them alone.
22. There are dreams in the world of mortals, the years are blurred, the idle words are sad and embarrassing, the chanting cuts off the youth of the moment, only to be sad and have no arms, confining the sorrow stained by the clothes; the beauty grows old in a blink of an eye, and the fragrance is scattered. , the young master's tears are like blood, and he has been crazy for a long time; the rouge is stained with ashes, burying the soul of the flower, the sword is broken and the blade is broken, and the pride is broken; there are thousands of knots in love, turned into paper cranes, whose thoughts are sent to? I hate that there is a faint sorrow, which turns into a green lamp, and whose Bodhi is fully realized.
23. Who once promised me to wear hairpins of flowers, but now I am the only one to count them all. Who once promised me a pinch of lotus seeds, but now I am the one cooking the lovesickness. Who promised me to go home tomorrow, but now I am alone in bed and sleeping. Who once promised me to marry a woman dressed in red, but now I am the only one dressed in white. Who once promised me that we will grow old together in splendor, but now I am the only one whose hair has turned to frost. It was a dream for three or four years that Wang and Sun were far away and refused to come back, and the girl always kept her mind hidden. Change or stay the same?
24. Stand quietly on the branches and bloom quietly. Don’t look forward to the eyes of approval, don’t expect the thunderous applause, don’t begrudge the elegant fragrance of flowers; there are no bees and butterflies around, there are no green leaves surrounding you, and you are not afraid of rain, snow, and frost. In a corner of an abandoned garden or in a deep mountain canyon, they bloom quietly and wither quietly. It has been to this world before, it belongs to this world, it once owned this world, leaving behind the beautiful shadows and the fragrance of flowers, and then quietly left. Like a wisp of breeze, like a shooting star...
25. Fog always wraps around the mountains, and we never abandon it.
For a moment, it turned into a light green gauze, covering the pretty face of the mountain, misty and lingering; for a moment, it turned into a white hada, wrapping around the neck of the mountain, graceful and extraordinary; for a moment, it merged into a white line. The dragon wanders around in the mountains, transforming the towering green mountains into various forms.
26. Promise is not a white cloud in the sky, carefree and elegant; Promise is not a spray on the green waves, light and unrestrained; Promise is not a leaf of duckweed on the water, floating uncertainly; Promise is not in the night An epiphyllum, fleeting. Commitment is like a pearl, its crystal clearness is the price of the clam's pain, and it is also its glory; Commitment is like golden grains, its fullness is the crystallization of farmers' hard work and sweat, and it is also the hope of farmers; Commitment is like honey, its sweetness is the bee's The crystallization of hard work is also the pride of bees; commitment is like a shooting star, its brilliance is the tragic contribution of the meteorite, and it is also the glory of the meteorite; commitment is like the dewdrops on the green grass in the morning, bright and short-lived.
27. In the blink of an eye, the sunset was swallowed up by the sea. The entire sky and ocean suddenly darkened and became silent. Looking down, I saw the sea undulating and rolling under my feet. The sea water is like black and thick ink, rolling silently. There are no waves hitting the shore, no rows of raging waves, only waves rolling like boiling water in a pot. Huge bubbles surged up from the bottom of the sea, burst open with a crash, and hit the dark sea surface. The surrounding sea water boiled, rolled, swirled, criss-crossed, and whimpering. What sinks becomes heavier and heavier, while what rises flashes with a dazzling blue light, making people shudder.
28. Don’t think about the long time ahead. The most foolish thing in the world is to have great ambitions but waste your time. Life is actually not long. Sometimes, before you can fully live it, youth is hard to find. Evening has come, leaving only a sigh. Years are hard to spare and time is running out. Every day we live now is the youngest day in the rest of our lives. If we cannot grasp the present, the future will be nothing. We need dreams, but we need to take steps and travel hard to get there.
29. At the beginning of life, you have your own place in the world. At the end of your life, you still have your own place on the earth; throughout the course of your life, you have always been Dealing with the same position. Perhaps, you have a story about your emotions about location; perhaps, you have many unique insights about location; perhaps, location has caused you to think deeply; perhaps, location has given you infinite emotion.
30. Write a book with friendship, a thick book. In the book, friendship is like pearls, we wear them together and form a string of bright necklaces; friendship is like colored silk, we cut it together and sew it into gorgeous clothes; friendship is like oil paint, we ***Tone-tone colors paint wonderful pictures.
31. If you have a moving voice, but you can only repeat songs that others have sung, I will never praise you; if you have sharp eyes, but you can only see I will never praise you for the right and wrong of what others do; if you have a pair of strong feet, but only follow the path that others have taken, I will never envy you.
32. Let autumn enter your heart, let autumn enter your heart, let your heart follow autumn, let autumn follow your heart, let your heart become autumn-colored, and let your heart's worries about autumn disappear. There is no need to sigh, the autumn wind is rustling and killing people, look at that, the autumn wind is thousands of miles away from the hibiscus country. There is no need to sigh, the autumn rain on the Xiaoxiao Mountain Road is poor, look at that, I am sleeping in a row listening to the autumn rain. There is no need to sigh, even the autumn leaves in the forest are beginning to blow out, and look at that, the autumn leaves on the five lakes are full of boats. There is no need to sigh, the shadows of the willows are sparse and the autumn is cold. Look at that, I say autumn is better than spring.
33. Spring comes again, people have gone, the wind and smoke are gone, the sun sets late, and the cherry blossoms bloom. The moment is scattered, the years are passing, the time is falling, the catkins are flying, it is unsightly, and the road is long. Empty dreams are broken and chaotic. Crossing the other side of the River of Forgetfulness, people who cannot forget sigh. The moonlight under the ancient well is full of thoughts, the cherry blossom petals are flying by, the wind is resentful, the water is clear and cold, the separation is dark, and the hairspring is spinning in disorder.
34. The bright moon is so mesmerizingly beautiful that it is the spirit of the earth. When the world was sleeping, she stood alone and proud, showing her true face, so quiet and beautiful. Although the moonlight waxes and wanes, and sometimes hides in the clouds, it will always come back. There is no need to hold it back, it is still so bright. Whenever the sun rises from the horizon, she longs for the next night until the end of the night.
35. What can touch your heartstrings is a close friend; what can hit your soul is love; what can make you mature is failure; what can be unforgettable is experience; what can help you sincerely is experience. They are friends; those who can have no complaints or regrets are parents; those who can never dislike or abandon are children; those who are tireless in teaching are mentors; those who can greet others are partners; those who can accompany them all the way are friends. ——We should cherish everyone around us.
36. Who wakes up from the coma in this world? Spring silkworms spin out love threads in the air, twisting and pinching themselves. They always trick people into confusing them. What’s the use of persistence in a moment of prosperity? I try to go to the top of the mountain to see the bright moon. I open my eyes and look at the world of mortals. I feel so pitiful that I am the only person in my eyes. There is a desire to be a close friend, and the love is thousands of miles away, and the heart is moved; the feeling is just close, and the dream is lingering in the heart.
37. The years are quiet and peaceful, and the smile is peaceful. Opening the floodgates of memory, I feel like I have returned to that year, month and time, and I feel like I can see the clean and charming fragrance of the fragrant jasmine you gave me on a drizzly night. The past is always deep in my memory, with its inherent attitude and persistence that never leaves me, reminding me that there is a kind of existence in life called the past.
38. The blue silk thread conveys feelings and thoughts, let the wind and rain sway, but you are not afraid of life. When I look drunk in a dream, I see that the sea is like waves, my heart is like a bright moon, and the snow is like a gift from heaven. You are enchanting, and I am accompanying you. Never give up! My heart is as drunk as my heart is broken, and the rouge button of the year only leaves an aftertaste. If life and death turn into tears of infatuation, it should be like this, you are swaying by yourself, and I am thinking about it. When you wake up from the dream, you will realize that the black hair is still there, and it is difficult to think about the past.
39. Autumn is a heart-stirring scenery, a blank poem, and a wordless song. Autumn is wonderful, it is fate, it is an unforgettable feeling in life, it is a touch of wind and a rain. Autumn can be relieved, remembered, and casual. Quietly like the breeze, slow like a clear spring, and light like the clear moon. Autumn, in your eyes, in my heart, in our world.
40. Classical beauty can exist in silence without any sound or demand. A small flame lit in the dark can only be used to warm your own soul and illuminate the eyes of others. As for pure love, it may be blind, hesitant, and traumatized, but it will definitely not have any utilitarian purpose.
41. We want to stay together, but it is difficult to look at each other, and people are heartbroken at the end of the world; love is easy to pass away, but hate is also long-lasting, and people are hesitant in the dim lights; traveling through thousands of mountains and crossing thousands of rivers, there are two lines of tears on the longing road; Flowers bloom in spring, leaves fall in autumn, and the lingering fragrance remains after the prosperity; the wine is strong, the heart is drunk, and the sleeves of the shirt are dancing; thinking about the autumn water, thinking about the beloved, the world is as close as a mandarin duck; the love in the past life, the debt in this life, the world is a dream of reincarnation.
42. The world in the shadow ⑴ No matter how beautiful the pencil drawing is, it is always gray. ⑵Time is like a shadow, few people lower their heads to watch carefully. ⑶Life is like a platform, if someone leaves, someone will come back. ⑷ Loneliness when there is no love, loneliness when there is love. ⑸If your ears are full of loneliness, you cannot hear happiness. ⑹You can pinch off the flowers, but you cannot kill the spring. ⑺In addition to love, there are also radishes in other people's fields that you can't extricate yourself from.
43. Sometimes, giving up is another kind of persistence. If you miss the gorgeous summer flowers, you will surely enter the quiet beauty of autumn leaves. Everything and everyone will become a thing of the past. Don’t struggle with it. No matter how difficult it is, we must learn to withdraw. The years are quiet and peaceful, and I really want to grow old peacefully with you like this. Take your time, take your time. No matter how long the night is, day will always come. There must be cracks in life so that the sunlight can shine in.
44. In the dim rain, many houses turned on the lights, and the warm yellow pipes were wrapped in water mist, creating a fairy tale-like mood, as beautiful as the heartbeat. If thoughts also have color, my thoughts just match the rain scene, shallow, faint, and quietly low. And the sky washed by the rain, I don't know if it suddenly opened its mind, or if it hugged itself tighter, it was like a still life, like a mark burned on the heart, with a kind of trance coldness. Compared to the warmth of the colors and canvas, the silence of the still life is more likely to make people sink.
45. The plain language of the soul is so vague that it is difficult to describe it on a piece of paper, just because it carries too much waiting, too much attachment and too many affections. I miss you so much that it is so painful that it is difficult to describe it on paper, just because it is filled with too much care, too many expectations and too much love. The pen is written in the world of mortals, the two are lingering in love, the green mountains are accompanied by the beautiful water, and I look back for a moment.
46. Memory is like rotten leaves, those fresh and green ones have long been buried in the front part of the time scale, and only the overwhelming rotten smell remains at the end of the time scale. When I stubbornly carried my luggage alone and started my new journey, I knew that only a few friends stood behind me and stared. Their eyes were as vast and far-reaching as the setting sun, which made me feel heavy. However, when we decide to go on the road alone, leaving all the curses and betrayals behind, we can smile stubbornly and cry sadly, but still continue to beat the pace.
47. The beauty of the soul is not innate. Simple, it is a great beauty. Happiness and sadness are always inseparable. The happiness of one second may be the sadness of the next. Sometimes, just by turning around slightly, happiness collides with happiness. Countless encounters, countless partings, a lot of sadness, maybe reluctance, maybe expectation, maybe helplessness, finally realized that it is better to stay humble and keep a pure heart, and smile calmly.
48. The dream of five thousand years is boundless. When you dream back to the Tang Dynasty, you can see the poems left behind. The great love that stretches across ninety thousand miles is speechless, and the plucked chords can be heard in a long song. But it is the year of silent repatriation, and so many beauties have withered away in the empty graves of heroes. There is no new chapter in the memory of the past, and it is difficult to stay nostalgic for the hometown.
49. In the peach blossoms of the human face, the smile is like wine, drunk by the oath on the Sansheng Stone. Over the years, I have played a song of high mountains and flowing water, and chanted a tune, never forget it. Everything is chance or destiny. Therefore, everyone we meet in life should be cherished. Life is a long journey, and we cannot be perfect every step of the way. It is not a bad thing to have a few falls and detours.
50. There is a kind of encounter, but there is no invitation, but there is a connection between the hearts; there is a kind of gaze, neither far nor near, but always watching; we meet in the mountains and rivers, and we meet on the street. Your bright smiling face is the charm of my heart. Nuan, you are here, I am here, and the most beautiful understanding is also there, which is the brightness of a flower.
51. Smiles bloom on people’s faces, like beautiful flowers, always exuding charming fragrance. Smile is a traditional and popular ballad, and every note reveals touching sincerity. A frozen smile is a landscape painting that is both elegant and popular, warm and subtle yet elegant.
A smiling face is an open-minded and fresh expression of the soul, gentle and friendly without losing beauty.
52. Give time a brief look back, and give the soul a touch of warmth; the fragrance passes by, and the years are quiet. Time filters out the pain and displeasure in memories, and also precipitates joy and madness. And these wonderful memories of the past have accompanied me along the way, through the ups and downs of life. So I printed that old time, put it in the flow of time, and let it pass slowly. It is both warm and nourishing now, (www.siAndian.com Flashpoint Love Talk Network) and maybe in the future.
53. The feelings along the smooth road have no intersection, only parallel. Life is like a small boat, drifting involuntarily in the river of time. Regardless of joys and sorrows, gains and losses, I rest on my back and enjoy the scenery of my life. The blooming of flowers is the eternity of a moment, and the falling of flowers is the conclusion of silence. Flowers bloom and fall, conditions arise and conditions disappear; all conditions are empty, and all conditions are silent. Only when all the prosperity is gone can you see the true nature; only when all the conditions are destroyed can you know the true heart.
54. In the stories you experience, you don’t have to ask how much true love there is, nor do you have to explore who betrayed whose sincerity, or who lost whose years; there will always be many encounters in the passing years. Like flowers in the water or the moon in the mirror, only a beautiful and illusory back is left, and then they hurriedly went their separate ways.
55. The heart is lonely by a string of memories; love is lingering in memories; thoughts are like dust, or they can be like flowers. I know that some beauty is warmth in the heart; some past, tranquility is the best. I am accustomed to quietly turning some thoughts into warmth. I point to the place where I passed and lightly describe the dawn; when I look back, I turn my fingers into fragrance. Don't think about right and wrong, right and wrong, let the past flow with the wind, and let the longing linger...< /p>
56. Time is like a train, it can carry us to a successful future; time is like an old man, it can help us learn the true meaning of life. Life is like a wandering, it can enable you to encounter many novel things; life is like a naughty child, it always raises some questions that are difficult for you to answer.
57. The wind flying in the air lifted my long hair and slid it across my face, drying my tears. Is the sound of the cozy leaves lying in the arms of the big tree showing off the splendor of life? Isn’t this the sound of perseverance? It’s also the sound of struggling and enjoying the wonderful things. In life, bumps and bumps are inevitable. As a mortal, no one can overcome them and can only learn to endure them silently.
58. Even if some people don’t belong to you, it’s okay to meet them. If you don't chase what you want, you'll never have it. Many things are like this: if you think it is worth it, then it is worth it! Deep in everyone's soul is a lonely dancer, with only the shadow of silence always accompanying him. Throughout our lives, we want to dance beautifully, but in the end we cannot dance with joys and sorrows. What really matters is not the years in life, but the life in them.
59. The world wears a beautiful mask, and it confuses me all the time. Some brave men took it off, but they never stood up again. I knew I didn't have such foresight. Under his confusion, I fell asleep. Only by forcing yourself can you be reborn and let the tree of life bloom more brilliantly. People always cannot bear to give up what they have and are reluctant to let go of a comfortable and stable life.
60. You may be scarred in life, but some injuries will need time to slowly heal, while some untouchable heartbreaks can only be saved with music and relieved with words. Music and words must also be felt with the heart and with emotion, in order to feel the beauty of their rhythm and the emotion of the words. Before I chose the soul that could hug and warm each other, my heart was cold and my love was dusty.
61. Rain should be the messenger of spring. There was no good weather in spring in my memory. The rain will fall unconsciously. It was dripping all over the sky and seemed to have no weight at all. The breeze blew by and became slanting, covering everything that was quietly recovering with a hazy veil. The rain brings some clean and fresh scent, a bit like the fragrance of mint; when it is strong, it smells like the earth. It is spring after all! Rain is even more female. She danced lightly on other people's umbrellas, on roofs, on the green leaves of vegetation, and on flower petals, repeatedly pouring out the tenderness of water.
62. Lightness is the entanglement of water and fire. The competition between fire and water is collision and blending. Although they do not dissolve each other, you can give me warmth and I can give you coolness. They are interdependent and interdependent. support, achieving a perfect combination. Life, tepid and indifferent, is a mentality of life, with endless desires, calm and calm. Don't be surprised by favor or disgrace, just watch the flowers blooming and falling in front of the court; you have no intention of leaving or leaving, just follow the clouds rolling and relaxing in the sky.
63. In the rivers and lakes in the dream, a hundred flowers bloom, people come and go, and it is prosperous. The missed years bloomed with beautiful crape myrtle flowers in the northern desert, but the spring and summer of reincarnation were wasted. Destiny gathers and dissipates like water, carrying the world on its back, just for a word, waiting for the next meeting.
64. When you meet people from different worlds, you see different scenery, you cry because of a broken love, you are moved by strangers, you fall in love with the wind blowing in a strange city, you may also hate the familiar sunshine. You have been separated from a friend you love, or you have fallen in love with an unexpected person... There are always surprises in your fate, so even if life is bitter, you will still feel happy when you look back many years later...
65. Farewell to Beicheng. Looking back at Sansheng Amber. Xicheng Jue. Turn around and the glass will be white for the rest of your life.
When the dust has settled and the beauty has been washed away, who has laid down his hands and poured out the world for her? Who can embrace a beautiful woman and travel with her to the end of the world? The wind blows the sand into a desert, and you wait for me, waiting for ten long years of meditation. When you meet me, you are destined to be in poverty and fall into hell.
66. If I could turn into a tree, stepping on the solid soil under my feet, quietly adhering to the warmth of the sun, touching the passing clouds and breeze, and growing up again and again under the protection of the years. In a circle year after year. Burn every bit of what time has given me in my heart, and let her flourish. I no longer lament the rapid passage of time, but miss the beautiful silhouette of a fleeting moment.
67. Indifference is the most natural and true beauty. Indifference is the flower of spring, not striving for spring, but just to survive; indifference is the leaf of autumn, even if it is withered and yellow, it falls calmly. The beauty of life does not need to be gorgeous, just live yourself. Things change and people change. Life is only a matter of breath. Why care so much about right and wrong, grudges and grudges, greetings and send-offs. Even if the red dust inevitably stains your clothes and you brush them off, you are still yourself.
68. One leaf knows autumn, and the white dew turns to frost. The moonlight in that place, in the faint moonlight, the desolation of that place, in that cold and lonely moonlit night, carves all the scenery into the vastness. On the land, the autumn wind is lingering, and the leafless old trees, with their thick and abrupt branches carved in the bright moonlight, look like a unique landscape painting.
69. Not because of the original ignorance, not because of the original stupidity, just for the faint greenness, just for the pure first love. Because I like it, so I am willing, there are not so many reasons. Youth is like a movie that ends, but time is like a fireworks display that goes on forever. Sometimes I look at the traces of the passing of summer. When the heat fills my heart, when I turn around, I don’t see the trace of longing for the cold world.
70. The shadows of flowers under the moon are smiling at the love and hate in the world. The world is thousands of feet long, and there are endless flowers.
The bell hangs under the eaves, and the eaves guard the bell, but the bell does not know it; the wind moves the heart of the bell, and the bell sings for the wind, but the wind cannot understand it; the world says that the most ruthless thing is like the passing wind; I say, what's wrong with the eaves being crazy about bells and the wind being silly!