Ruthless, there is no need to be affectionate, and there is no need to say true without love.

The most rare thing for a person to be honest with himself is to be honest with himself. If you don't expect it, you will lose love. The reason why I let go of everything is to keep myself from wandering. Not too ruthless, but ruthless, there is no need to say affectionate, there is no need to say true love. When I say what flowers are the most beautiful, the answer is four words: my heart is in full bloom! Nothing can be more brilliant than this moment.

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Happiness is on the way, and it will bump into your arms if you are not careful. The miracle is in hand, how much painstaking effort you put into irrigation, how beautiful it will be. The sky is raining, it is the angel resting on the rainbow bridge, I happen to see the so-called incredible, believe it or not. Missing is a kind of sorrow, just like an hourglass clenched. Happiness has been waiting for too long, time is old and gentle, memories keep moving away, and there is no place to take them away. Wandering stalls, who said that there is nothing else, are self-deceiving wind greetings!

Breeze floating window, seems to hear the sound of spring jointing, birds chirp awakened lazy eyes. The dawn is quiet and quiet, picking up the remains of winter at my fingertips, hiding a painting and hiding it in my sleeve to keep it from slipping away. Days are like budding poems, and you can't always predict what unique colors will come into being. Perhaps beautiful without trace, perhaps shining, perhaps the water is silent, in short, it is flowing, like a warm fire, across the silent lake, unspeakable.

Dependence seems to have never been, being lonely one by one to hold tight, hidden in the text to write the heart sound. Use the light ink to draw a small house by the river, draw the weeping willow according to the emotion, and draw the scenery of the clouds falling on the shoulder. I also want to plant butterfly dancing Feiting, no matter who I walk with, I just want to be lonely and no longer attack my eyes. Fate of the sky is too big, too big to the heart of the lake can not hold a spring, but also too small, small to a look up, is the beauty of the eyes and meet you. Thus the day sinks in silence and indulges in bumps. I do not know the smoke curl, but there is a warm smell, just want to hold themselves, so that there is no longer a cold wave to arrive, everything goes without saying, understand or not does not matter, spring whistling has arrived the season will never grow old in the heart, just like parting will not have a focus in the moment of missing. Like in the sunset silent tree, shallow reading of the past, page after page open, do not want to see the ending. Fengqiao do not rain blurred, blooming Pinellia love, unable to keep the snow dance like an hourglass to clean up the ripples of the heart scar. There are always some can not forget, there are always some stained with tears, like smoke in a sentence and a poem, read it and go back to the past. Often ask myself, am I an old friend? Why has been living in the memories, let the heart embarrassed. Some people always can not forget that although some things have taken advantage of the wind, they are still spinning, foolishly hurting themselves all the time. Once Yingying smiled, there was nowhere to escape in the words of love. I don't know how much I owed you in my previous life, so I would be willing to keep the prison of memory. In fact, I know that it is not how good you are, just because your tenderness makes me fall, your love is an unsolvable poison, let me lose all my feelings for half my life.

There are always some things to forget, and there are always some people to pass by. Just like the wind blowing gently, it will leave a mark of cold, just like the rain drenched the mood. The dark fragrance takes a picture, the mark of the years is more or less painful, do not want to touch, also can not touch. The green apple has grown up and has become a scene under the support of the wall. Silent night, no dew crystal clear, quietly flying has been a red dragonfly. The kiss fell in the green, without saying a word, without disturbing the stillness, without waking a star. On a clear night, the moon has no dream, it rowed the boat into the arms of the Milky way, belonging to the hands of angels, like a naughty child when silence has become a habit, has drawn a circle on the ground as a prison, throwing away the key with his own hands. Busy filled with solitude, heart strings winding, since the piano why Xiao Sheng silent? The moment we met, with a smile, how much did you owe when you were drugged? Get drunk today, lose for you all your life. Son and daughter love is poisonous grass, injured, but also reluctant to walk away alone. How much love, full moon flowers are not good, love break people into prison, the cold wind rustling, the scenery is still the same, smoke cool dream where to escape.

When I turned around for a moment, the bird had long been gone, tears wet eyes, like a kite broken line. No one can go back to the place where they met, because reincarnation is a shoulder brush. Tears wet spring shirt I see still pity, scattered into a ground can not see. There is only a moment in the past life and this life. If you are deeply in love, you will never forget it until you die. If you say sad, a mistake will last forever. My heart is as quiet as a lotus, listening to the sound of Zen curling shadow with bright lights.

When the memories grow old, the heart will fade; when the shadow disappears, the tears will disappear; the heart of the empty cup will not be confused for anyone. Snowy night, buried all the illusion, ice twinkling world, ice and fire are angels in the palm of the burning resurrection, but I do not know which one. If you can't control it, you learn to dodge. Put you down and let me go. No longer feel sorry for anyone, let me become a Buddha, do not say a word, the world is cold and warm in front of my eyes, and I will never leave a prosperous drop of ink for anyone.

Author: Qingxi QQ:2284736711