There is such a person, she appears in your life, she looks like her when she opens her eyes and closes her eyes, and she laughs out loud when she lies in the quilt. The joy of youth is very simple, that is, even walking side by side will be happy for a long time.

He lives in the north of the village and she lives in the south of the village, the north and the south are not in the same direction, he is willing to go around in a circle more in order to walk with her for a while. He was a stuffy gourd again, and he was silent all the way.

Unrequited love is its own world, and you can fill it with a lot of things just to piece together a possibility. But those are patchwork after all, and the terrible thing is that you take it seriously.

He didn't give anything, but it can't be denied that he really liked someone at that time. I was also soulless, I was rejoicing, and I was cold. It's a whole process, because it's so clear that it's hard to forget.

Because it hurts.

If it hurts, you will let go, but if it hurts, you will be afraid that you can't hold it.

He often wondered if it was similar to Lu Juan at that time, would there be another possibility.

Before it was his turn to regret, and before he could turn over and sing, the war came.

Suddenly, this world is impermanent, and it should be impermanent, because impermanence should be ordinary. Obviously, the green clothes in the washer are still dancing with water sleeves, and the aftermath is lingering, obviously the famine is finally over, the oil in the pot has just smoked, and the little boy who is herding cattle is still walking with a whip...... Tranquility was destroyed in an instant.

The regime was upside down, and the one on the dragon chair had just driven the crane west, and the sons were doing things one after another, and the previous secret fight had now become a dispute.

You praying mantis and cicadas are fighting, and my yellow finch naturally wants to pick up a big bargain and sit on the fisherman. As the saying goes, a country cannot be without a king for a day, and this is also the truth.

This soft, who didn't dare to say anything on weekdays, suddenly twisted his face and slapped it. They slaughtered with scimitars, and the unarmed ordinary people became the ghosts of the dead.

The country and the people are like a boat, a ship sinks, and the ship sinks. The mountains and rivers are all depressed, and the wailing people everywhere have not returned.

He ran from place to place, alone, but he was free.

I didn't have time to wash the dirty stains on my face, and my clothes were also stinky. The dignified-looking young man has become a rural shabby.

At the time of life and death, everything is nothing, and he is carrying the steamed buns of his life, and his heart is still warm. Fame and fortune are empty, and a corner of peace has exhausted all its strength.

I want to survive even more, and I have won to be alive.

Believe it or not, there is cause and effect in the world. Don't be arrogant when you're proud, and you know how much it hurts when you fall. Don't be depressed when you're frustrated, as long as you work hard, you have it, and you won't continue to be miserable, there's no room for it. , without the sound of wearing the forest and beating the leaves, without going through the pillar battle, how can you come to the yellow robe and add your body, you have to gather momentum.

Maybe it's time to do it.

He ran into the gentleman. He barely covered himself in a ragged shirt, and he was skinny and lying on the ground. He didn't even believe that the person in front of him was the gentleman in his prime.

He asked tentatively, "Sir?" Then he hurriedly crouched down.

Noticing that the man was muttering and not knowing what to say, he leaned in and listened: I am hungry.

People are selfish, should he give him life-saving steamed buns, he really hesitated. I wanted to turn around and leave, but my conscience told him that I couldn't do it, so he still took out the steamed bun.

The contrast between the white-faced steamed buns and the black hands is obvious. Mr. pounced on the starlight in an instant, and the Lu judge who caught it had blood marks on his hands.

When people are extremely hungry, they are like wolves.

Xu is the conscience of the discovery, Mr. said: There are no pure feelings, with impurities, and they cannot last for a long time.

I knew the rough idea of the matter, and I realized that it was all a bureau. Being deceived from beginning to end, you see this is the price of naivety.

He Xu Wang couldn't see that others were good, and you said that they were all together. What are you afraid of? Because of the use of some indiscriminate means, the light is not anywhere, and I am afraid that one day things will be exposed, so I am afraid.

The gentleman took the money to do things for others, and the gentleman who was honest taught us to treat money like dung.

Ridiculous?!

He left lost and didn't say a word. Later, Lu was sentenced to depression and became ill and died.

He said: I still complain about Ah Di, so I personally try every unjust case that has missed the opportunity, and it is like thunder, which is very abnormal. I'm going to drag them all to hell.

I replied: If a person abandons you because of who you are, is such a person worthy of being remembered?

He smiled and replied, "Let's go."

I was actually a little unhappy at that time, I had gradually fallen in love with this young man, but I learned that he had an old man in his heart who couldn't let go. It's sad and unconfident.

I have read Su Shi's poems on weekdays, and there is such a love poem that is famous in ancient and modern times:

Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost.

At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, and I was dressing up in the small window. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears. It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka.

What kind of love thread he can't let go, the ancient and modern experiences are not similar, but the emotions are the same.

He gave me a blank look, and didn't know what to blame me again: you still don't understand.

"Hey, I don't know anything, you can make it clear!"

He smiled and replied, "Stop!"