When the wind blows, the chaotic red falls into silent loneliness, Acacia condenses into your appearance in time, blooms faintly in the dead of night, and it is full of cold fragrance in its arms, which is a hint of autumn. If all the encounters in the world will blossom and bear fruit in the depths of time, how good it should be, it is said that the fate of dust is like a dream. I melt the heart of a flower into my dream. I hope there is me in your dream and you in my dream. Maybe now we can only exist in each other's illusory world.
And beautiful fantasy and nostalgia, such as scattered desire, there is a strong desolation, when lifting the dream curtain, flowers fall on the shoulder, clear dreams show between the eyes, how many beautiful women drunk, how many lovesickness, scattered vertical and horizontal ties.
Perhaps, the fate of the earth has always been like water, the marriage of the past life, the fate of the afterlife, the fault lies in the meeting in this life, only to add a fruitless feud. Fingertips touch the strings, leaning against the clouds to cover up loneliness. A tune, the fate, dispersed the fog, old for a period of time, thin a box of moonlight.
Time is in a hurry, the fate of the previous life is not continued, left to this life, and this life is doomed to only blossom but not bear fruit, look at the heaven and earth, the sun and moon, Heng Jing speechless; Castle Peak long river, generations of continuous; just like in my heart, you have never left, also never changed.
But heart fretting but love is far away, things are not, people are not, everything is wrong, the past can not be traced. You have gone, the dream is gone, the leaves have withered, the flowers have withered. Looking back for a moment, with a smile, I was fascinated by the love of my life.
There is no chance to continue this life in the past life, but there is no long love, just looking back, thinking of you in the morning and dusk. And the fate of gathering and scattered, will eventually be the fate of reincarnation, even if the burden of wind and dust, will also be like a stranger.
Doomed not to stay, but also doomed to let go
Love do not leave
You may not hear the sound of heartbreak, but you can hear the sound of crying. Remembering that time, we talked about everything and were willing to say anything. I do not know when, we have a gap between each other, is my vexatious make you feel tired, or you are no longer in my heart. I'm asking myself, when did we become like this?
Last summer, we always made an appointment to ride a bike and have afternoon tea together. You said, I need exercise, or I will become a pig sooner or later. I hummed my mouth, cast a white eye, and continued to drink blueberry-flavored milk tea. You like to run with me in the wind, because you remember I said that I wanted to be a woman like the wind, able to fly freely like a bird, even without wings. You show your white teeth and say with a smile, I am your wing. A sorrow flows out of the nose, the tears in the corners of the eyes are not yet in full bloom, you drag me, continue to run. The sun is free and loose on the grass, and there is the peppermint smell from you in the wind. I smell the fragrance, and the cool suddenly lingers around me.
Do you remember when we first met? I wonder how a careless person like you can remember. You carelessly spit out such a sentence, I froze for a moment, some embarrassed looking at your eyes, the tilted eyes seem to be with light, how clear, how could I forget. If it were not for my always grumpy character, perhaps in this vast sea of people, I would not pick up such a you.
It was six years ago in the summer, I just learned to ride a bike, one side, one turn, clumsy appearance makes me feel funny, and then the same as the plot of the TV series, I fell, the bike lay tired to one side, I gasped for breath and didn't forget to scold the bike. Then you came to me with the midsummer sunshine. I thought it was a prince, but you said, "you can't even ride a bike. Do you want me to teach you?" I stand up, do not want to be outdone to refute you, who said no!
Biluo niche
Don't be sad when you cry, because we are born to face many difficulties. We can't cry whenever we encounter difficulties. Grief can only make the problem more clueless and make the problem more unsolvable. When we are sad, we always want to get back at those who hurt us. If so, we will be hurt again, maybe you will be more sad. So if this is the case, it is better for us to be happy, let others go, and open our hearts, and there may be a better ending. When we are faced with those anxious problems, we can't just stop at the thing in front of us, we should look at the world. Look at it more openly. Maybe we can get more and better. Perhaps, their own fate has taken a turn for the better.
In the face of sadness, we can't wash our faces with tears. In the face of sadness, we should not be confused. In the face of sadness, we should learn to bear it. In the face of sadness, we can't cry. So we have to learn not to be sad. After all, life will not always be plain sailing, must face all kinds of winds and waves. Even if our boat is overturned, so what? Even if life is exhausted, so what? Life is so tortuous and rugged. So learn not to be sad. Sadness can only show your incompetence and sadness. Let's face it, maybe the time will come when you turn the corner and there is another village. When you think of this, what else can you be sad about?
Don't be sad! Luck will befall you! Just like the glow of the morning will shine on you! Happiness is for those who have courage and those who have will. As long as we are strong in patience and struggle in sadness, you will get what you deserve.
Sunset in summer
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