Under the moonlight, looking back at the mirror, I saw that the life of the wind is an instant win or loss, a bet on the next life, and I am willing to write tomorrow's lines and go to see my own story.

Words, a lyrical friend, into another heart with heart, let the evening sun rise, let the soul in the heart drip, is a person, but also a beautiful, endless words of life, endless prosperous lyrics, for this end, for this to keep a serenity, so that the people who see it happy.

Guarding in the sleepiness of the night, flipping through the past of yesterday, slowly looking down on everything, it turns out that life is so beautiful, curling the hair of the clouds, thinking about the thousands of miles of peaks, smoking a cigarette, lighting a heartbeat, tasting a lifetime of perception, learning to cultivate, learning to change, appreciating in every season, visiting at every dawn, going home with heart when it rains, and missing my parents when it is cold.

Drunk in a person's eyes, listening to familiar tunes, talking about the beauty of moving, looking at the rainbow of the past, slowly, simply, making a cup of coffee, holding the mirror of the past to scatter in the wilderness, sometimes they are sensible, sometimes the mood begins to be naughty, that is the past events, that is the renewal of the times, I don't know when, I understand that I am very serious, looking at the sun, learning to wait for the evening, ringing the dawn to set off to smile, sitting in that time to taste myself to look up, is yesterday, waiting for tomorrow, still looking at today.

Listen to the sea, comfortable heartbeat to wander, recite the end of the world, recite that young, is frivolous, is retained, no longer nostalgic for the past began to wander, walking in the street of lights, you can't find my back, after the wind, outside the heart, someone spent a moment pursuing themselves, someone spent a lifetime to visit others, is a sentence, but also a word, but also a word of communication, in the familiar reading of the strange, in the clear lake around a circle, simple, do not seek prosperity, can not lock the heart of the bustling, just for the heart to be happy.

The soft wind and dust, the happy vehicle, a gust of breeze, swept away the helplessness of life, life is not worth mentioning, people come and go, right and wrong, walking in the sun bathed in the fuinity, reading a book, reading a newspaper, writing a text, expressing their own cultivation, describing the beauty of the eyes, look, wind and snow, listen, for a long time, unconsciously, the past has gone away, the heart of the slow flowers, only to understand, the world is very big, they are very weak, if you stand up with wisdom, you need to read and cultivate, if you stand up with physical strength, you need age and emptiness．

The sycamore is still guarding in that season, the heart is still wandering in the beautiful quiet listening to look up, the end of the world, the small water is exquisite, opposite, is poetry, there is a charming, there is a trace, the sky is born, the soul is spiritual, sticky fingers for a moment, holding the rainbow, chasing the ideal life, not in the flower falling, not crying in an instant, with their own embrace to struggle, with the beginning and fall point to awaken their own every touch, support the bridge in the heart, support the beautiful position of their own, let tomorrow, let the moonlight, the sun, shine into their hearts, and feel the prosperity of exploration．

Life, change a name, is someone else's wonderful, life changes a story, is their own helplessness, tomorrow a change of scenery, still let their hearts hide in the sun, feelings, lose a word to let yourself never see again, know, let a certain sentence miss is a lifetime of no fate, instant recognition, they are a rose that does not rain, when they wither, they can give up not speaking to life, once avoided the bustling bustle, bypassed the charming scenery, fed themselves with the only air, and used the other people's mouths to express their attention．

Both hands took away the wind and moon's eyes, willing to turn back but unable to stay, in an invisible ferry, listening to the birds, tasting the fragrance of flowers and rain dew, is the tune of the world, is the sedan chair on a rainy day, can not find the tenderness began to be read, a gloom, a blasphemy, in the life of the self to describe the soul, a bridge water, write the past, can not break life, groggy, everything will pass, I walk on the other side of my own, looking at the feeling of the evening, the sunset, thinking about the rainbow, away from the street of people one less amorous person.

I can't see right and wrong, the geometry of life, how many buildings I guessed correctly, relative to the painting shaft that accompanied me, sticky fingers for a moment, the sound of horses' hooves is crazy, the spring breeze and night rain are scarred, splashing flowers from the clouds, never know the picture in my heart, always let others mention the invisible, divided into mistakes, dyed white hair, is the fate of passing, no longer crossed the bridge, the Yangtze River gambling on the shackles, take away this year's wind and moon, lock away the pouring of a lifetime, a glass of wine, a bowl of tea, endless laughter and chat, singing and worrying, promise leisure, difficult to write the moment of funeral flowers.

A person, always inadvertently begins to recall, always inadvertently lost, will think when sleeping, will be confused at dawn, a lot of illusions intertwined in a corner, forget the fate of body and mind, forget the happiness of tomorrow, there is a legend called tomorrow, there is an old man called yesterday, my friend is today's encounter, accompany me every heartbeat, accompany me to laugh every time seriously, that read the picture, that can't see through the world, still in their own hearts, thinking, waiting, asking the future I don't know.

Very familiar, very serious, flowers bloom life, heart locked sunny day, is painting the ground for the prison of reading in the renewal of their own taste, let the wind and moon reminisce, let yourself control, sometimes look at every piece of familiarity will stop, not for yesterday, not for deep knowing, but the inner gratitude, the beautiful sound of the heart, facing a landscape, locked a lot of the future, let me learn to continue to face, silent, sometimes can only read the unfamiliar but still can not settle in the heart of the world, the cycle of telling is no longer in the spring.

Cultivating the heart, can save people, may not be able to kill, we can decide a person's opinion, may not be able to take care of a person's education, many times can see their own goals, may not be able to calculate their helplessness, a person can learn to see feng shui, but can not learn the way of health, not a lack of time, but there is no good teacher, in a fixed position, see is true, or with sadness and helplessness to raise a person, can decide is a step calculation, may be able to be calculated by others, and if their own way is used to irrigate with bad, let the child lose useless．

Careless, can't see through, can't think through, can't calculate through, still wandering in the chaotic world, still fixed in their own thinking, time allows themselves to win money every time, may not get the calculation in their hearts, mistakes but say that they are confused, lost but say that they are helpless, or yesterday was not prepared, can not see through the original end of things, when the identity begins to be fixed, there is no circumferential thinking, there is no positioning of the change of reading, will make others increase their opinions on themselves, expand their own troubles easily, reduce their own gossip is very difficult, not that others do not give opportunities, but they simply do not have the ability to control．

Look at the heart, practice positioning, take a child as a bet, we see, but can not think of their own youth, will know that they will have an old time, can treat animals as friends, may not be able to see the friends in front of the future in the heart, maybe because of a sentence to change, maybe because of one thing and change, when the calculation begins to lose, when people begin to change, each cycle can make themselves pay a lot, lost time, or plants, animals, people, to penetrate their own wisdom, in fact, they all understand that materials are very important, but there are still people who are mainly money, supplemented by people, and would rather lose friends, all have to protect money．

Poor heart, most people to the child's happiness mainly, but forget that the child needs a future, do not need to waste too much time young, we begin to destine, to explore every change, when poverty becomes a system, when fixed become a landscape, then calculate, many people's wealth and wisdom will be surrounded by a person's guess and calculation, then this person's control, not a person's reading, not every time wait-and-see, but to take mental arithmetic to maintain, to help to protect, even if it is poor, even if it is helpless, but also guess the positive and negative directions to respond to the right．

Rich heart, grasp the time of yourself, cross the smile of others, let each beginning become a beautiful next encounter, let each rest of the rest become a way of calculation, when we begin to discover wisdom, someone has seen through, when we guess failure, someone has gained experience, not that we are incompetent, not that we do not have the ability to read, but that wise person, always prepare a lot of time in advance to calculate, figure out, grasp a lot of wrong experience, only to calculate the right scenery, let yourself "rich" Become someone else's wisdom and let your "loss" become someone else's talent.

Lose heart, forget the past friendship, forget tomorrow's profits, regard your sincerity as the end of others, treat your smile as tomorrow's blockage, every misunderstanding can not use the inner calculation to treat me, when seriously digging yesterday, I can no longer draw that sentence, I can't adjust the seriousness that does not belong to me, every time the communication begins to end the ending, every way can not foresee their own thinking pattern, the beginning has ended, the end of every thinking indoctrination, the end of the adjustment of the thinking program. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In front of thinking, words do not leave the field, people do not leave the circle, can only grasp a perceived error, can not know the position of a time, let the loss become the story of others named, let the wrong thing become a laughing stock for a lifetime, we can see through the "education" We can calculate the position, but we can't adjust other people's education, so that the axis of a sentence is difficult for the person with the axis to leave the axis for a lifetime.

Rejection of the heart, the departure of a sentence, makes many people embarrassed, sometimes the clever but become a wrong chess, sometimes the fixed becomes someone else's thinking, sometimes it makes more words suppress their hearts, and they can't overdraw their own mental arithmetic, still refusing a lot of scenery, silence, when the talk becomes a kind of laughing stock, they close their growing lives, they avoid the soul of exploration, they still exist in this world, underestimate their beginnings, give up the goodbye of others, freeze each cycle, and turn every cycle into a failure。