Chapter 280: Can't Wake Up (8)

If I am a leaf in the wind, I hope to fall in the most beautiful posture, because I don't want you to see my sorrow, if I am a touch of warm sun, I hope that before the wind and rain come, I hope to store more warmth for you, so that the brightness can illuminate your heart, maybe the beauty of this world, are a little desolate, the edge is the wordless waiting in the depths of the clouds, is the warmth of a piece of paper, is the most beautiful poetry line of time. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThe most beautiful understanding is that you are here, just when I am here, to spend a time with your fingertips on your fingertips.

A beautiful encounter is like a ray of light on the way, illuminating a person's life, and that understanding can even ignite a person's life. In the dim light, there are always some obsessions, telling of deep love, your deep affection, his past, may have become a touch of lovesickness many years later, which is also the most amazing stroke in life. Time is the best recorder, he collects those petals and dark incense, fragrant like smoke of the past. Your smile, like a spring breeze, is properly attached to those red lips and white teeth, and those poems with tenderness like water have gracefully invited a song over the years.

How much do you know how to achieve a flower bloom in the kingdom of the heart? How much do you know that in the clouds and smoke of the years, it is as clear as yesterday? Understand, let the two lonely hearts no longer be confused; Understand, let the long road no longer boring, understand, let the footsteps no longer be lonely in the way forward. If you know, a person's journey also has warmth and poetry; If you understand, you can also find warmth in the cold wind and rain; If you understand, the peak and loop turn around, it is the willow bank flowers; If you understand, the lack of a full moon is also a landscape.

Understand, such as a line of poetry, the person who writes, the words are as simple, and the person who reads as the words are like faces. If a name, in another person's heart, has the body temperature of life, smiles with tears, knows the cold and understands the warmth, then the simple text is no longer just a symbol, but a real and flexible existence, because you understand, so I believe that if you are well, it is a sunny day.

In life, how many partings, how many encounters, the hustle and bustle of the world, there are always some lonely souls, walking on the lonely road, and understanding, is a wisp of dark incense, through the vast sea of people, faintly come, such as dew among the flowers, moistening people's hearts. It flows quietly in time, making it a joy and expectation to see or not to see, the end of the world or a few miles away. Because I understand that the years will no longer be freehand and confused; Because you know, life will no longer be boring; Because I understand that all the turns are worth it.

A love, if cherished, is enough to be grateful, and a favorite person, if you can meet, is happy enough. In this life, there is nothing more beautiful than getting married, getting married with a flower, getting married with a bush of green, getting married with you, and then snuggling up to each other, laughing at the world. Maybe there are some fate that can't be grasped, the time of yesterday's branches, also red cherries, green plantains, some people or things, remembered or forgotten, are also landscapes. The sound of green mountains and green water is secluded, I don't know who has stroked the strings, but there will always be some memories, warm the mountains and rivers along the way, even if the years are separated, because of understanding, the joy of life will also stay in the bottom of my heart.

Because you understand, you are compassionate. In the world, how many concerns and acquaintances have nothing to do with the wind and moon, how many unforgettable hearts, the final enemy is not far-reaching, the spring flowers are gorgeous, whose fingertips have bloomed? Thousands of miles of bright moon, who was lovesick for? How many first encounters can I do again in this life? Looking back, those mortal whispers are just incomprehensible Qing Zen, can't sing an elegy, once ten miles of red makeup, the heart secretly promised, it was finally a fireworks feast, and now write down a journey of landscapes, a page of poetry, but it has long been with lovesickness, and related to understanding.

I want to listen to the wind with you in the afternoon, bathe in the warm sunshine, I want to be side by side with you, see the same scenery, there is an understanding, it is the touch of attachment after a hundred turns and thousands of times, it is the poem written after a long time with you, and it is the most stable pen you wrote for me after a thousand sails.

Time, depict the days as a flower, leave a touch of spring in the bottom of my heart, there will be a corner of warmth, take in my wandering. Xu An ordinary time, with you in an old word, with lonely characters, write the wind and snow, but also write firewood, rice, oil and salt, the deepest love, private in the heart, placed in the farthest end of the world. When you are beside me, I feel a hundred flowers blooming, birds singing and cicadas singing. The glitz of the world is not as good as your company, whether it is the spring flowers, or the falling flowers, the joy of the soul, in the original hometown of love, understand you, is the deepest love, you are in, is the fulfillment of this life.

There are as many origins and falls, as many as there are rubbing shoulders and looking back; There are as many joys and sorrows as there are loves and hatreds; How much of the past, how much of it suddenly looks back. At the ferry of life, we are all passers-by, but how many of us really stop? It's not that I don't know how to cherish, some fates are destined to be long, or turn around the end of the world or be beautiful in an instant. It is an accident that comes, and it is inevitable that it goes. If you don't give up, how can you have it; If you don't have experience, how can you choose. Live freely and freely, see the warmth and coldness of the world; Calm and calm, that is, the wind is light. The fate comes to cherish the fate, and the fate goes with the fate. It doesn't change with the fate, it doesn't change with the fate. Love is in time, speechless and speechless, affectionate and ruthless; In the world of love, there is no one who is sorry for anyone, only who does not know how to cherish anyone. People are always like this, they don't know how precious they are when they have them, and they can't regret them when they lose them. When love is gone, there won't be so much love in the dim light. When love is helpless, what turns away may be a lifetime of warmth. Time cannot be eternal, but love can be from beginning to end. If you lose something, you can't lose your heart; Forget anything, and you can't forget the truth. Cherish the people in front of you and let love have no regrets.

There is a kind of fate called missing, and there is a kind of love called reluctance. A song evokes a memory, and a cup of tea stains a mood. In everyone's heart, there is an untouchable love. Searching for fragments in thoughts, deep and shallow in confusion. Aimlessly to sweetness and sorrow, unforgettable to precipitate and wander, is a lonely poem, is the fragrance of the past, is a crushed thought. When love has become a past, how strong it must be to never forget. A kind of forgetting is not impossible, but one's own heart is unwilling; A kind of encounter is not unbeautiful, but the ending is reluctant affection. It is said that it is better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes, but who can be so free? How can you deliberately forget that unforgettable? How can the blur of memories be easily erased? If you meet, don't be separated; If you cherish each other, don't give up; If you love each other, you will never die. There is no falsehood in giving with sincerity, and cherishing your true feelings with sincerity.

The more some love wants to be withdrawn, the clearer it becomes; The more some people want to forget, the more they are in their hearts. Love is like that, it's always confusing; Happiness is not easy, it is always searching; Sweetness is not simple,

(To be continued.) )