I am a simple and ordinary person, I take the road of ignorance, I write about my inner feelings, but I can't understand the fatigue in my heart, whether it is joy or dream, I can retreat if I am right, and move forward if I am wrong, because I can superimpose my acquaintance on the way back, and the thoughts that can accumulate in the wrong scene spread. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info----------- inscription

Looking at the fragile evening breeze, understanding the loss of dawn, looking at the beautiful colorful moon, understanding the loss of the evening agreement, the years that can't be held, the mood that can't be kept, the sweet dream of the sea drifting, the inner voice begins to play gorgeous tunes, listening to the beginning of the ear, but the prosperity of the ending cannot be predetermined.

Moving forward is a dream, the eyes that can't be guarded, the time that can't be avoided, and the scenery that can't be jumped out of are all walking with people, but their hearts have begun to be complicated. This is the road, it is its own road, no one can recognize the glitz on the road, even if there is suffering, it is also to brew by yourself.

I don't have any skills, I live a simple pace, and I am also on the road of copying, learning the knowledge that everyone sees, myself on the road, others in my heart, sometimes moving forward, but the words and deeds in my heart have been going backwards, deducing the thoughts of the aftertaste.

The myth of autumn, the struggle in the heart, the sad heart all the way, the glitz and silence on the road, since then about 500 years, waiting for a drop of lovesickness in a dream, the spring and autumn do not change the heart to sleep, bitter and charming laughing in the world, the dream does not wake up people are not quiet, guarding the mirror to see the sadness, can not see through the moon is waiting for the people under the moon, my waiting, my call, can not wait for the four seasons to stay, in exchange for ten thousand scenes to stay, once a farewell is difficult to see, if you see no dream and no song.

I'm very simple, I don't have good eyesight, it's difficult to make correct analysis and challenges when looking at people and things, and I can't let others withdraw from the wrong choice, although the words can't be in place, and I can't express it in my heart, but the mistake in my eyes tells me that you are still moving forward, although the road is difficult, but it will be more difficult in the future

I am very ordinary, I don't have good hearing, I can hear the subtleties of the words, I can't feel the future and dreams in my heart, although the road is very long, my own things are not very big, but I still have to tell myself. Tomorrow will greet the dawn, let yourself continue to accept the evening in the allotted time.

I'm not too good at talking, I always make it difficult for others to resist when I speak, I listen to ignorance and tastelessness, the wrong things can't be corrected, and the words spoken can't be changed, even if everything changes, but the words of giving can never be changed, even if it's a supposed mistake for myself, but there is still a group of people watching behind the mistake.

Moving forward, the voice of retreat, worrying about the next mistake, worrying about keeping too much, I don't know if it's wrong in my heart, or superimposed in the right direction, this is a step that belongs to the arrangement of time, but also belongs to my own future, a lifetime of three steps, one step to start, one step forward, the last step is for others to see the ending.

Simple self, ordinary life, passing by a lot of misses, accepting too many positions, and facing the way remains the same, what kind of smoothing line walks in the vertical and horizontal years, let me be in the wrong scene, let me dream in the phenomenon of change, passing by the road of others, see my own unhappiness.

I can't hold the time, I can't hold the time, walk in my heart, and I have to go together in the next life, there is no turning back of the years, only the accommodation in the heart, the myth in the heart, swinging in the words of others, although I can leave, but I can't do without the hearing of others.

The sun is out, the dawn is beckoning, my background naturally disappears, the evening is coming, the moon has appeared, and my journey has begun to be confused, the beckoning of the years, the call of the sea, the carry-on of Wanjing, let me miss the road, let me choose the direction of progress,

I was wrong, I didn't know how to be wrong, I passed, but what I passed was a mistake of my own, the end of the world in my heart, the cape of thought, let me walk under the certification of regret, identify the pain, write down the traces, the years passed with me in the mortal dust, but my own pace went to no one to recognize.

There is time, I have a dream, there is a voice, the years are not accompanied by my love, that is the fragment of my infatuation but can not rely on the lakeside of the scenery,

Three thousand years of an appointment, five hundred years of a hope, about a dream, looking forward to a piece of infatuation, the bitter sea and tears of decision, the dream of acquaintance with the wind, the four seasons on the other side, floating at the bottom of the lonely cliff, invisible tears, unexpected lovesickness, step by step can only taste unforgettable,

You and I meet for a lifetime, waiting for each other for a thousand years, but the bridge is in love for a hundred years, just for the deep road is less, if you wait again, I am still waiting for a thousand years, waiting for you to deceive a scene, the years swing my heart, the sea walks around the sky, but I have never changed my mind, thinking slowly, the heart is leisurely, waiting for the road to drift forever.

My road, the arrangement of time, the scenery of the years, everyone's assistance, the shadow of the sea, is the help of yesterday and today, but tomorrow is the temptation of my own heart, and the dream of wandering in the future will slowly disappear in front of the eyes of others, chasing the passage of time, walking on the edge of the stream,

What is seen is illusory, but what is waiting is the future, and there is nothing to belong to yourself. But I used the combination of words to write my own years, kicked away the call of my heart, said goodbye to the astonishment of strolling, and walked in the direction of ignorance along the vertical and horizontal lines of time.

One person's fault, two people's arrangement, looking at the self in my heart alone recalling the loss and gain of the past, but unable to understand the pace and progress of the future,

I can't stand my own mistakes, I want to change, but time doesn't allow it, and I want to do some superfluous explanations, but in the end I understand that this is a mistake and a mistake, although I often stop the mistake in my heart, and in the end what is right becomes wrong, and the last time I can't see the truth or falsehood, and I don't understand whether I have done anything right.

When I was tired, I was thinking about the past, but when I was annoyed, I was thinking about the next step, running with my heart, walking on an unknown road, stepping on an unclear and unclear confusion, I don't know where to go, and seeing my own shadow, in order to correctly say that I did the right thing.

It's the road to go, it's the words to listen, the road is too much and you don't understand the count, and the words are too much and you don't understand things, and the love at the moment is pulling a line to let you move forward, and you are holding a dream but letting yourself retreat

The wind came, bringing hope, leaving blessings, but I waited. The rain came, bringing peace and leaving virtue, but I lingered in dependence. The weather has changed, bringing well-being and leaving a wonderful sound, but I can't see through it. The transformation of the seasons has brought prayer and left peace, but I have persevered and never changed.