Life may be just between life and luck, a constant repetition! In the world, how many helpless destinies, how many unpredictable coincidences, gains and losses are always difficult to balance from the surface, and gathering and scattering are always difficult to fulfill people’s wishes! While leaving, though reluctant, the moment my hand pulled out of my palm, I shed tears according to the warmth of my palm. Even if I looked back step by step, my back was still gradually moving away, blurred in the corner! Looking back on the details of the gathering and reviewing them in my heart, the whispers will have the luster of tears. All the pictures of memories will erode my thoughts. The past years are like a wax-carved template, deep or shallow, print the marks in your heart! However, your heart is the forest that I can’t walk out. Even if all the fates in the world, All can be divided into paragraphs, and there is an unpredictable result, while the definition of limitless and limitless can be divided into happiness and happiness, sadness and misfortune at the moment of being willing! Let’s just say, what we can’t get is full of dazzling and untouchable beauty. In this way, in the unexpected temptation, we made mistakes again and again and were busy chasing, ignoring catching the rivers and mountains around me, the fragrance of clouds and flowers, the end, full of exhaustion. Therefore, in accordance with the old time and the dusty 1,000 sad reasons, I like to take off all the noise and disguise in the twilight. I am alone under the lamp, according to the words, refreshing my heart, compared with another self silence, in the name of poetry, enjoy the last little bit, lonely and pure heart peace and comfort!

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Time, flow, Flower Lane deep spring; Season, cycle, Willow path rustling Ye Qiu; Beauty, light thin, pink makeup Light Light Sorrow. When missing climbs up my eyebrows, I know that tonight, loneliness will be another dance charm of no return. The wind is boundless, hanging willow tips, intoxicated with the curtain of good dreams; The moon is shadowless, going up to the clouds, emaciated lovesickness. I have always thought that the most pleasant scenery in my heart is always pregnant with colorful dreams, there will always be no fading color, flowers bloom and fall as beautiful, leaves fall as charming, the season is always warm and warm in the air tirelessly, and the flowers, red leaves and green leaves are always breeding the vitality of life unhurriedly; I always believe that your arrival is the gift of chance, and the scenery is half a maple forest, dyed the fragrance of flowers for four seasons. I wore a bead curtain with a clear dream, half silk and a red dress, and in a flash, the flowers were not flowers, and the fog was not fog. I will not take pictures here any more! Idle stepping on the grass and green platform, dark fragrance floating dust, twining in the isolated dream, flowers fade, leaves dry, your old shadow is silent, let loneliness run over the misty rain in half a city, the endless qingse, the inescapable besieged city, and the full season of smoke, leave you waiting. The tassels touching the memory, the happiness that once touched the palm slipped through the palm quietly, like the wind passing through, leaving scars, which could not be held back and passed into eternity. Those flowers bearing happiness and happiness, show their faces, enchanting in the leaves and flowers, dancing and charming. The green willows used to support the wind for thousands of miles. In the years, the duckweed became dusty, the moon became lonely, the dream of thousands of years became poems, walking in the mezzanine of memory, bursting with water mist and Lotus, and the boundless sky. Wind, light; Wave, swing; Miss, Cong injury. In the old days, dreams were not full of flowers. The fallen branches and leaves covered the past happy words layer by layer. The fragments of dreams scattered in the wind and dust could not be pieced together into the past yesterday. From the shore, the Willow smoke scattered the dust, I am worried about the whole season. Everything is clear, clear, and silent; In the world of mortals, this shore is mountain, the other shore is sea, it is difficult to describe the front. The heart, holding both ends, the end of the world is thinking, and the distance is thinking; One side is clear, and the other half is a deep dream. Who sings softly in the depth of the years? A wisp of breeze, how many words, who is at the corner of the fleeting year? I love each other here, and I am free and sad there. I know the wind and rain best. Falling into the world of mortals for no reason and causing thousands of troubles, no matter who is the cause and effect of the previous life, no matter who is the fate of this life; Meeting, is the warmest dream rhyme, entangled, it should be the happiest heart injury. Flowers, no dust, Willow, no smoke; Past years, flowing water scenery, you know, I know; Smoke, late shake, melancholy, endless books and poems, let the East Wind Chase water, think about it, love or. In the poetic years, you raise the fallen flowers and fly to the sky, but you are lonely with a falling shoulder; You say that flowers are the gifts of Angels, and pieces are the fragments of love, and the joy of palm is a flowing rose; who thinks, at dusk when the wind fades, Flowers fly and people return. The heart of rose is finally faded into sadness by time. From then on, Roland flowers bloom, which is amazing and rich in season, semi-dream cool. Leisure used on window month, find poetry heart send Dreamspell. Relying on the window alone, my shadow follows the moon, and the empty courtyard is silent, filled with loneliness and counting fallen flowers; In autumn, I don’t lose weight and cool, leaning on the breeze, shaking the flowing light, and tasting the happiness accumulated over the years carefully. Spread out your palm, it is the past of flowing years, clear and light; Close your palm, it is the deeper and deeper love, strong and heavy, repeated and simple, in fact, it is just a heart hidden by you. In my dream, I gently touched the bead curtain. Out of the window, there were small red flowers falling, and I slept alone. Where is the best place to worry about? A few rays of autumn rain, wet make-up, the bottom of the flower is speechless, a piece of seclusion and cold hiding. Smoke and dust, half sail and Moon, looking back, lovesickness? If you leave like this, the pear flowers will fall to the West. The flowing water passed away, the birds cried and the flowers fell, the dynasty was also clear and sad, and the dusk was also idle, just like the flowing clouds rolling with the wind. Willow Shadow, wind dance; Fragrance of flowers, darkness, loneliness of wine. Gently cut a section of flowing Yin, leave incense for you, heart words, elegant thinking, dreaminess, precipitation of true feelings; Quietly send a half volume of sadness, for your book, write, cloud notes full of Acacia, ink, lamely difficult to describe lonely. Looking back, it is you who are deeply and shallow. Because of missing each other, loneliness will not return. Like (prose editor: Di Mo Chengshang) the 30th year of my WeChat era

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