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Perhaps, leisure and quiet, are the gifts of life, then, quiet and restraint, is also a kind of joy, proper compassion, then, an old time, an old person, will be empty joy, heart is enough.
The bottom of the heart is clean, or distant and poetry, it is bound to be flat on both sides of the strait, those times, there are some quiet good has been a long stream.
There will always be tears, always grow up in an instant, some things, do not experience, will never understand. Thank you for coming back from a tired boat, and you give me a lot of stability.
Bid farewell calmly, gain and loss are deep in the soul. More or less can not go away, perhaps it is not enough fate, have not complained about anything, I quietly indulge in fireworks, my mind, gently read to the pillow.
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A blossom of elegant time, a soft smile in the corner of the eye, a firmly clenched in the palm of the hand, occasionally turned around, and the smile of the warm sun, a heart, then quiet in the other heart.
What exactly do I want in the end? Perhaps it is a heart that has been with time, can go all the way to the end, even if there are countless small heart marks, then why not?
A pair of hands of vicissitudes of life, those full warmth, finally brought together, in the dying of the rocking chair planted a large area of sunflowers, perhaps, this is the ultimate goal and meaning of life.
Perhaps, it can only be understood, but cannot be expressed in words.
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I wish that all the distances in life have been silent, the breeze Lang Yue quietly climbed the west window, the return is serene.
Years of heavy, mighty trade-off, have and lose, but the moon's profits and losses, in a little bit of Zen will understand. Lust for the morning sun, the clouds carefully copy the appropriate chapters, but do not love, have quietly bid farewell, the heart of the petals away from the branches, there is also a little fragrance far away.
Opened every long night, and old for a period of time, the paper over a thousand sails, or that furnace of fire, meticulous cooking of the most beautiful delicacies. Walking with the season, and the piety at the bottom of my heart, gently embracing the enthusiasm of summer, a relationship, moving towards perfection, not stumbling in the loneliness and capriciousness of moths, will eventually encounter the softness of time.
Goose yellow innocence, solemn June clouds and smoke, as if to meet another oneself, tender joy, are whispering in the shallow summer wind, floating with the ease of fireworks. Deep thoughts, or pilgrimage posture, a hedge of wind and moon, love to chase, our appearance in the earth, see through the fireworks together, and look back affectionately
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The meeting under the forest, there is no implicit confession, only patient affection, finally can not forget those entanglements under the eaves, picking up that curtain of old dreams, or broken blue and white.
Those low to the dust in the stamens, whether you are close or not, it will always open and fall, facing the water according to the concern of the flowers, is always warm, that piece of green quietly crawled all over the heart wall. The feelings of half my life, a little bit of Zen, are left blank in life, leaving a journey of treasure, silently scattered in the time of early summer.
Some obsession is never thin, those graceful placement, the meaning of life are fumigated in the fine fireworks, properly collected the half of the drizzle knocking on the window worry, the pre-Buddha rose, or the old luster. Over the years, how many poems and distances can be cut out in the moonlight of the west window?
Never sighed, can not have gently fell in the hometown of the dream, will eventually be traceless. The long-standing joy, whispering gently, will live up to the deep feelings from the bottom of my heart. The smell of fireworks around the shoulder, sweet and safe, sneaking into every moment, those carved and gentle, are long in the fireworks
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Spring water is born, intriguing, wrinkled a pool. The breeze turns the pages, all are those smart, inside and outside the window, or a large cluster of roses, in the response of the soul, some of the past finally reached the beauty of promise. However, the concern of the moon in the mirror has always been unable to touch the weight of the fireworks.
Let those hearts, those chases, quietly facing the fire, do not speak, it is very beautiful. In the fragrance of time, I guard my cabin, and the corridor of misty rain is full of echoes of love. The deepest affection, hidden in the depths of the fireworks, the spring breeze ten miles, the ordinary courtyard gently mighty.
Sorrow and joy of the treasure, or crabapple flowers in full bloom, unprovoked joy, and unprovoked tears, the same to the bottom of my heart, no one owes anyone, and the cost of life is doomed to time.
Like a person, if you can not walk fireworks, in time to the inner entanglement to draw a full stop, some good, do not always think about possession, far close is enough. Love a person to give her stability, stability is the intoxicating time, all the joys and sorrows are drying in that warm sun, that moment is the end-result.
One day, those thoughts with heavy makeup and light makeup will meet their fingers and gently return to the depths of the smoke.
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In the meeting of thousands of people, there is always a rose, the offering of love, really not complex, gently tear up those who will not be able, the silence at the bottom of the sea will eventually contain all the love and sorrow, the years give or that blossoming rose.
All the encounters are gentle intentions from the bottom of my heart, and all things will have an end, and those imaginations will eventually be hidden in the blue mountains. Pick a summer flower, poetic several volumes of poetry, those unprovoked ethereal will be restored in the initial warmth, serenity, silence. Slowly sweep away the dust, a person's village is all plain, met the will of the Buddha, a thousand turns gently fell on the depth of the dream.
Instead of wielding boundless loneliness, it is better for a person to chew slowly, but also to save those who are drifting away from innocence, reading themselves attentively, the ending is still full of flowers. All the perfection must be in the fireworks, then those who are separated do not have to hang up. American Literature Reading Network
Suran, some people, some things, do not want to say, secluded spotless, no longer break the fate of the favor, fireworks still laugh at the spring breeze
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If you will forget yourself for someone at least once in your life, then what do you care? There is no need to say love after those parting. If you can not be together, then I finally forget you is the best outcome.
There is always some willing return in the damp breath, the duckweed meets by the water, gently walks through the goose yellow, settles down the dust in the enthusiasm of summer. Through the years, what else can be said, the loneliness of time, but also green to love. With all the passion, the whereabouts of every grain of dust has the mark of rain. Instead of recalling it over and over again, it is better to find something in a small boat fireworks, no longer affectionate look back, no longer gentle sadness, thousands of years passed in a flash, there is always a soft embrace to wrap life.
Misty rain light sprinkle light fireworks, will also be inexplicably sentimental, passed away, thousands of calls can not be returned, nurturing feelings, have faded into mud. Those affectionate past, or fell a white moonlight, pure some boundless, the branch of time that a pure white, has long been hard to give up.
All the past encounters have their own ending in the favor of fate, and eventually the person who should appear in your life will eventually whisper the warm sunny window, tightly holding the hands, in the silent place, moving, fundus, are all quiet.
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A grand favor ended quietly in the tenderness of Zen. Gently holding those earthly fireworks with you, I would like to, from then on, only static good.
Slowly accept the memory, it is a kind of quiet details, chasing in the fireworks, so that some people no longer imagine.
Some have come, some have left, weaving words into a dream, so that the mind will not be heavy. Close to the peace of this world, some time is destined to be happy, love has always been there, overlap is serenity. Those unscheduled and reunited in the past, still quietly talk about each other's thoughts, those other shore flowers, late return, still fascinated for love, holding fireworks, lonely and unannounced is also a kind of perfection.
Gently stroking compassion, but all kinds of encounters on the bridge, not in whose home, are the beauty of life. Carefully describe the spring, summer, autumn and winter in each other's eyes, each agreement will not be desolate because of the cold spring, the soft waves of love are all lyrical expressions.
Some emotions are getting whiter and whiter, and the heart is vivid and pure. If the summer lotus knows what I want, the butterflies at the bottom of my heart will certainly fly over the sea again and again in the vastness of my heart.
By Phil Newell / sissy
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