Chapter 288: Murder Pays for Life, Justified (4)

Don't listen to sweet words, you will know who is the best after a long time!

People who want to find you can find you all over the world;

Those who are willing to wait for you will also be waiting for you when you are old. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Getting off halfway is not that the scenery is not beautiful enough, but that the intentions are not true enough;

Turning around halfway is not how shallow the fate is, but how deep the feelings are.

The person who laughs with you may not be able to cry with you;

But the person who cries with you will definitely laugh with you.

Don't shed tears for those who give up on you, it's not worth grieving;

Don't regret the lost love, there's no need to get drunk.

After experiencing some things, you can always see some people clearly; When you see some people clearly, you can always understand some feelings.

Remember one sentence: he who loves you will not leave; If I don't love you, I can't keep it!

If life is only as first seen, only one glance, it is ten miles of spring breeze, the original heart, if snow, the purest and truest, the original heart, can always play the most beautiful notes.

I like words with the word "beginning", I always feel that it contains purity and abundance, from the first sight of the gaze, to the original intention of perseverance and no regrets, and then to the first snow floating outside the window, every word contains love, and every rhyme foot has rhyme and hidden beauty.

The word original heart, it must be hidden in the shy eyes of the girl, the beauty, let you go for a long time, still remember a person's name, that pure, crystal like the first snow in winter. If the first snow falls into the past, after the mountains and rivers, across a past, those new pictures of peach and willow have no too many tones, only a white, cool heart, can be met, it is already compassion.

When the snow falls, regardless of where the original came from, and the final return, only a wisp of coolness is left, freehand into a poem of Mei Yingxue, cold and fragrant in life, like a feast, hidden prosperity, and finally met, the original self.

Waiting for you, in the original place, often think that this sentence must lead to a story that wants to be spoken. At this end of the story, there is the long rainy alley, and at the other end of the alley, there is a girl holding an oil-paper umbrella, and in the middle of the alley, there is a long and long longing.

The meeting is at the time of the blooming of flowers, a hundred zhang red dust, only for one person to comb the first makeup, curl up the long hair, and wash all the lead, your pretty face, such as a flower branch half covered the face, once decorated my dream, a hundred flowers in the depths, a single branch hidden in the heart, open a year, fall a year, sit in the twilight, think of the past, sing a song to be forgetful, but do not forget the lovesickness, this first love, enough to resist the shallowness of time.

The peach and plum white in the memory, if after years of bleaching, one day it will become simpler, such as a washed and washed cotton linen clothes, it is so appropriate and warm, the plain elegance is pinned to the placket, there is no hope to wear, and there is no day not to see such as the miss of every three autumns, just thinking about your good.

If time is cut off one by one, then all the people who missed will be able to reunite one day, and all the mistakes will be cooled one day, then you and I, can we go back to the beginning?

If life is only as first seen, the sun reflects my face, the petals hide the dark fragrance, the joy in your eyes, like dew trembling on the petals, playing a bosom friend's strings, I compose music, you come and, capture a piece of tenderness, to decorate the shyness of the clouds, and the laughter is full of dark fragrance.

Through the snow of time, there is a window of longing in each heart, reflecting the appearance of the Yiren; I have written a poem about spring, those affectionate passages, have been described stroke by stroke, and the beauty of knowing and cherishing each other. About the first meeting, there will always be melancholy, perhaps, all the vigor in this world is not as good as a good time, but who said that the beauty of fate must be accompanied by day and night? At the most beautiful moment of my life, I have seen you, smiled at the eyes of the ancient spring, and met you who won the snow with white jade when my love was like the beginning of the new moon, so it was just right.

The Buddha said that looking back at the previous life for 500 years, it was only in exchange for a rubbing shoulders in this life, so in this life, you happen to come, I happen to be there, it must be the good fruit of cultivation in the previous life, then all the years with you in this life are the best arrangement of fate.

If you want, I want spring water to decorate your ageless face, if you want, I would like to use snowflakes to render your elegant green silk, maybe in this life, we have been meeting, can meet with you,

It was the most beautiful bloom in my life.

I want to make tea for you in this life, write poems only for you, and then, wait for you to send me a grand winter, make a cup of tea, in the warm fragrance of tea, watch the first snow fall to the deepest part of the red dust, use a thin pen, copy the appearance of your first meeting, warm a pot of spirits, sing a spiritual Sanskrit song, drunk in the time with you.

On a piece of paper, write some long and short sentences, if there is a small paragraph that reminds you of the past, then it has lived up to my devout waiting for you; Cut a memory, weave a piece of fateful clothes, if there is a stitch that makes you feel warm, that is my constant tenderness and attachment.

Fold a flower branch, waiting for you, on the road of spring, although winter has just come in full bloom, I yearn for such an artistic conception, long years, is there a road, can also pass in front of your window, is there a pinch of moonlight, can enjoy the same fragrance of flowers with you?

It was as if all the thoughts had fallen into winter with the snowflakes. If there is a flower that can make people think of the first time they saw and think of love, I think that it is a snowflake, the snowflake is like a butterfly, it can't fly into the sea, but it can always fly into a person's heart, as long as you lower your eyebrows, that piece of pure white, it will fall into your toes with the snow, and a person's face will fall into your eyes, so that your heart will ripple.

I miss the once secluded intersection, those times when my lips were red and my teeth were white, I miss those, red cherry green, the past of plantains, some things, some people, can not be said, can not forget, but treasured, suddenly there are people to think, even in winter, in the heart, is also filled with a spring.

When the snowflakes are flying, I am in the far north, writing poems for you, rubbing three points of thoughts, writing two points of thoughts, and more of the understanding in my heart. If I am a snowflake, I will be close to your heart and dance in the palm of your hand, because with you, time will become what I like.

The original heart is like snow, snow and red dust, there are always some encounters, amazing passing years, but can not be gentle with each other's lives, maybe the beauty of the world has a certain number, at that time you are just right, I am young, the years flow, the past fell to the dust, but still beautiful vividly.

Xu Donglin said that in life, the footprints pass deeply through a certain person, and this life has been dyed with his voice since then, no matter how many years this person and you have not seen, how many streets and how many cities have been separated from you, as long as you think about it, it is still so close, because it is all in time.

If you love someone, you will wait in the original place, whether you come or not, I will wait for you, let the time go away, I will treat you as I first met. (To be continued.) )