The world emits thousands of sunshines, so that the cosmic breath of spring, swinging the ten thousand scenes, wandering in the warm summer, pulling a prosperous scene, dancing a dream of the sea, writing a beautiful autumn, and at this moment, the winter is also walking on the road of meeting, deducing a wonderful memory. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yesterday guarded the dawn and left, today waited for the evening to come, what is the future of tomorrow in the number of days, the sun holds the time, the stars wait with the waning moon, the ten thousand scenes in the variables, with the people and gone, the connections on the fixed number are superimposed in the words.

The intelligence information of the deeds analysis makes the thinking run on the rainbow line of goodwill, the success of lies cannot take away the foundation of failure, the insoluble mistakes are lost in the direction of confusion, the heart is learning step by step, the dripping around is philosophy, wandering in the sunshine of the tailwind, writing a beautiful dream.

The purple air came from the east, the leaf boat of the flower soul began, wandering for a hundred generations, experiencing in the hurried years, looking for the fragments of the wind and moon, but it lost the warm world of a hundred dreams, a duckweed opened, the night rain wandered before it came, one hand blocked the warmth, and the other hand blocked the sun and set off for the dream.

The momentum moved the shadow of the bright moon, but it also carried a dream of the sky, leaving behind the ghost work god building, but the wandering shadow linked to the ethereal red dust and walked in the world, dug out the inner idea, spread in the sad heart, began to struggle with tasteless giving, and wrote a colorful will.

The sky does duckweed water to do the shore, the ground floats Wanjing people are still there, the autumn does the winter accompaniment song by the pool, the song breaks the memories of the hometown, from then on a dream with the sky, looking at the sad song and staying in the rain at night, the cool breeze and autumn heart vows and stands, and the fate has never been returned.

How to face the sad heart, the sad picture, how not to be haggard, the warm taste, the unforgettable lovesickness, you are my best memory, let me not be sad, although I am very lonely now, but the vertical and horizontal line of fate pulls my thoughts to spread on the sad road of the past, this is the happiness of my life, I use the future to wait for the past,

A warm guard, waiting for a thousand thoughts and thousands of tears to welcome, this is a personal helplessness, crying to too many people can only understand that they have missed it again in the moment of parting,

Acacia, acacia, a scene of encounter, missing a lifetime, the person in love is not there, but the tears are set off, as time wanders, the struggle in his heart also begins to write soft blessings for the past. A dream writes the sky, waiting for you in the distance, waiting for the end of the world, seeing you off at the cape.

What to say sad, tears are the best words, this is a happy confession, but also a beautiful question, although simple, but there is a rainbow of sunshine, although ordinary, but red dust is indispensable.

In the middle of the night, the coast in my heart has been rising and falling, but I can't let the sail on the other side come for me.

I am a wind in your heart, and never give you warmth, but can only be accompanied softly, and then watch you leave, and I am not by your side when you do not see, it is a wordless pain, the voice of ignorance hovers on both sides of my heart, the plucking of the river involves my love, the four seasons accompany my music.

Let's talk about it, the smallpox and the rain people don't think, monopolize the Qiankun lighting month, how can the vicissitudes of life bear the vicissitudes of life, a scene of lost people sleepless, this is because of the beginning of the season of encounter, and then the tears in the heart were produced, spreading in the depths of the heart, but this sad and indignant generosity, with unforgettable memories but difficult to rub.

You said you could, but my thoughts were hovering around you, and you didn't see the traces in my heart, and I was waiting at the corner of the street, but you no longer told me where I was, and I could only wait helplessly, but I couldn't exchange it for a simple greeting and a scene of encounter.

Meditating on the rain, the heart is cold, alone in the unforgettable room, the tears in the heart compete for the sky, the prosperous scene is not true, the sadness is waiting, a song is difficult to make an appointment, stay in the space of memories at all times, and their own mood can not spread the warmth given by others, let others see the cold, listen to the pitiful.

Ye Xin was broken and had no knowledge, and at this moment he whispered to the past, and after a word, he lost his eyes, how could he forget his tears from now on.

The song of the night rain, the dream in my heart, let me set off, let me, walk in the confusion of mistakes, and lose not only youth, but also lost too much happiness and years, and wandering in the time of youth, my own direction can not be found, but can only walk the road that makes others laugh, looking at myself in other people's words.

In my unforgettable heart, the tears of grief, the piercing touch, made me retreat, made me struggle, walked in the navigation line of the wrong heart, unable to identify myself, let alone see myself, and also said the words in my heart. The taste in my heart, my own taste, and the tears in the words are paid by myself, though

The pain is one's own, but the beauty in one's heart belongs to someone else.

Wipe away the tears, can't feel the traces in the heart, with the struggle of tears, can only slowly open the door of waiting, this door is happy, the road of lovesickness is far and far, can only look at the tears of sadness, ask the shadow of the ground, I was wrong, why do you cry, am I waiting for my own heart that has not returned.

The love in my heart is adrift but does not belong to myself, but others can take away their own tears, think about people's suffering, wait for people's tears, a cup of lovesickness with mortal dust, a single heart full of tears, pay for whom to get drunk. The heart is unforgettable, the intention is difficult to keep, and I can only cry for people from afar in this place that does not belong to me.

You are the soul, I am the shadow, the soul goes to the end of the world, the shadow disappears, and the shadow walks the cape, and the soul has not arrived. The mythical soul knocked down his own shadow, but the shadow did not tell the sadness in his heart. can only face the haggard years to make himself old.

The flowing water of Tianchi, the myth in my heart, the cry in my dream, who sees it, who is distressed. When it comes, there is no angelic sunshine to guard, and when it hurts, there is no warm comfort to accompany you.

At this moment, the Bodhi tree emitted warmth in its heart, rippling the spread of the air, and rotating around itself.

The sun comes out and shakes, the night tears and rain people are busy, the autumn wind guards the sad and desolate scene, the more the heart cries on the shore, the heart falls on the embankment and the people are not sleeping, watching the warmth of the four seasons.

There are always more tears to pay, but the future has beautiful memories of the tears of the present, let the tears be lost, let the memories accompany, "follow some of your own dreams, don't delay yourself because of the tactfulness of tears" Maybe this is a responsible explanation for the future.

Bitter, hide yourself, win, everyone share, tired, persevere, have a dream to say, have an oath, then slowly pay, there are tears, let it start with deeds, if there is a day when you fail, but also tell yourself, "once also paid for your dreams"