1. Get rid of the shackles of fate, get rid of a red dust wave, support a few shyness, who loves to ferry? The flowers are open, and the beauty is a promise. Take the fragrance and not fall, fold a pear with rain, who is my love for the scenery? Once upon a time, relying on your shoulders to whisper quietly, a piece of love, regardless of the wind and rain have passed together. 1. Get rid of the shackles of fate, get rid of a red dust wave, support a few shyness, who loves to ferry? The flowers are open, and the beauty is a promise. Take the fragrance and not fall, fold a pear with rain, who is my love for the scenery? Once upon a time, relying on your shoulders to whisper quietly, a piece of love, regardless of the wind and rain have passed together.
2, the ultimate distance, my dreams are caused by the situation, the stability is as calm as possible, but also a few words. More than a month, a few do not drink, afraid of chaos memory, mixed to wake up, can not think of the falling maple red, the sound of the snow, and the bright color of the picture. Nowadays, the heart is frustrated, and the wine cellar is eroded, the cup is cupped, and the memory is mad. Zhao Xing talked with the child, and the red drunk and his wife lightly said.
3, Feng Wu Peach Blossom, I am dancing, you dance, a love, a bit whispered, a few hearts crazy. I am the bride in your dreams, relying on your pillow, deeply kissed and never separated. Pearl tears, Acacia, red rain, floating my love, only fantasy. The love in fantasy music, the temptation of imagining dance, releases the inner feelings.
4, in the cracks of the years, how much love, can only be in the carnival between the paper pages, in the light color, squatting beside the case, constantly beating, those feelings coming into the night, the feelings have turned thin, only Can be indifferent to drifting, the mountain rain is coming to the wind, is the rain coming? I have been in the cold of the late autumn for a long time. I don’t know what time it is today.
5, the same eyes have different views. The same ear has a different way of listening. Different people have different idea. The same mind has a different idea. Is it because of this, the same life has different mourning. A flashy life, forgetting a season. There are memories and empty lines. The smile is gone, and there are thousands of smiles. String, thinking Huanian.
6. I remember someone said that the wind and the rain are always accompanied. In the years that accompanied the day and night, the wind once wanted to blow the mourning of the rain. The rain said: Please don't be too close to me. Because the wind knows that the rain has begun to travel, and that he is the heaviest bag of rain. The rain is relieved, but the wind is left to chew bitterly. The rain blew and the wind followed.
7, the mood, rolling thousands. Whether sad or joyful, it is quiet and blooming in the depths of the year. Don't be in the warmth of the clothes, folding different styles. Shake hands with time. Put everything trivial, put it outside the red dust, and watch Bodhi open a tree of Zen. And I am still in the windless and rainless Enron, smiling, sunny, warm.
8, open the scroll of autumn leaves, full of autumn colors, calm and gorgeous, (yispace.net) such as Pingping's poems, sighs the fall of the autumn. Bring a piece of autumn scenery, make your time more beautiful, gaze at the autumn color coat, more quiet beauty, let people linger on, see, Biyuntian, yellow leaf, autumn color wave, wave on the cold smoke, one color Autumn light is dusty.
9. Listen, the drizzle is whispering, the stream is whispering, and sometimes a gentle song is played. The wind twitched gently, and the silk was gentle, like a string of cymbals. Listen, the earth is telling, telling the joy of harvest, listening, the blue sky is telling, telling the quietness of autumn. At night, the autumn moon sends a message and a little starlight into the window.
10. Because a song likes a person because a person likes a city because a city likes a life and then becomes a song. If one day, your heart will never touch you again, let your anger no longer irritate you, let your sadness never let you cry, you know this time, what life gives you, you Grow up and pay for anything.
11. In the city where the soldiers are in chaos, we have been constantly bidding farewell and meeting, growing alone and silently. This book has thoroughly taken away the clutches and joys and sorrows of these years. They are the most sincere and deepest love. In these years, Ji Guang’s feathers, whether it’s a light-hearted talk or a lonely look, are calmed down at this moment and condensed here.
12, the red dust in the moon, the turn of the moon, the vastness of the vast, turned all the way to strange, thousands of thousands of light and shadow in the free, so small, then less than the heavy floating, the stars filled with floating songs. Wearing purple and red dust, even though Liao fell, the light and shadow of the pilgrimage will always follow the order, and the sun, the moon and the morning will accompany each other.
13, see and see, see what the heart sees. Read and not read, mirror flowers and water. Food color is also illusory red dust. If you look at it, the dust will come out. When the world is not awake, the flowers are undefeated, the vines are not dry, and the stones are not bad. I used to take you as a peach blossom, and the dry grass is the crown, for you a rock. Today, the red rope is tied and the bead is combined. Bu, his head is always white, Gui Lan Lan Xin.
14. In the vast expanse of the Milky Way, the moon swayes its clean and clear radiance, pinning it like a sly, pinned to my sly fit, like a thousand-year-old companion, will Without the purity of the mustard, the indifference and ambiguity of the city is covered, and I am silently blending into my passionate vines, and I am in my heart and in my hometown.
15. A person's day is always silent. Looking at the white clouds in the sky, walking quietly under the unmanned sky, some people gently approach and walk away from your life, but The smoke cloud is generally scattered, leaving no traces; some people, although only rubbing their shoulders at the corner, leave a deep mark in the depths of the soul, and even care about their lives.
16, floating life like a dream, Fang Fei a few? Gently shake off the dust, leave the unpleasant leave to the years, leave the simplicity to yourself, find a place in the peace of mind, let you be in the Zen forest, sing a curtain of spring and elegant, compose a sound of sound, and share a Light ink poetic, the heart can open the most beautiful lotus. Red dust, only a quiet mind, can go straight to the other side.
17. After a trip, the two sides of Acacia are talking about March and April, but who knows it is five or six years. The lyre is unintentional, the eight-line book can't be passed, the nine-ring is broken from it, and the ten-mile long pavilion looks like it. All kinds of grievances, thousands of thoughts, all kinds of helplessly blame. Dreaming of entering the Jiangnan Yanshui Road, doing all the way to the south of the Yangtze River, not to meet people. There is no point in sleeping in the air, and I feel that I am dying.
18, the most painful is not the difference, but after the separation, the memory is still ingrained, tangled like a devil. Leaving a distance that turned around, forgetting for a lifetime. If you can't forget, you must learn to let go, learn to face the sun with pain, and believe that time can heal for us. I believe that I can spring up.
19, quiet and dusty, I look for a dream, in the gaps of time, constantly combing the past landscape, flowing thoughts in the green shadow of the mother-in-law, as if filled in the green and green waters of Jiangnan. Maybe more spring, just one in your heart can warm your life; more dreams, about you, are so warm!
20, the years are warm and cold, the fate is short, look back, you are the softest injury in my heart. People have joys and sorrows, and there are cloudy and cloudy clouds in the moon. The flowers bloom a few degrees, and the leaves fall for a few autumns. Through the vicissitudes of the years, my hopes have warmed your heart. Once the agreement, forgotten in the sunset, lonely form only shadow. Http://news.chinawj.com.cn Editor: (Hardware Business Network Information Center) http://news.chinawj.com.cn
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