Chapter Seventy-Six: Gu Qi (Disappointed)

It's hard to get in love, it's hard to get to Huangquan......

She knelt on the bridge and refused to drink the bowl of Meng Po soup. Meng Po promised her three lives.

In the first life, he came, and he asked Meng Po, "Who is she under the bridge?" Déjà vu. Meng Po said: "A lonely soul who refuses to let go of his obsession."

In the second life, just before he stepped into reincarnation, Meng Po asked him, "Who is she?" Have you ever met? He shook his head and said, "A lonely soul who can't let go of his obsessions."

In the third life, he knelt on the bridge and refused to drink the bowl of Meng Po soup. Meng Po smiled and asked her, "Who is he?" She picked up Meng Po soup and said leisurely: "A lonely soul who can't let go of his obsession."

"In fact, what torments you is not anyone's desperation, but the expectation that you have always had illusions."

"Since it is the years, it is inevitable that it will be cold and prosperous, since it is life, it is inevitable to love and hate, and since it is life, it is inevitable to be bitter and bitter. The length of life is no longer than spring, summer, autumn and winter, and the breadth of life is no longer than the north, south and west winter, and the impermanence of life is nothing more than joys and sorrows. ”

"Being young is not an excuse for your ignorance, old age is not a proof that you take for granted, and being outnumbered is not always the truth. May we all look at life and ourselves with a pair of rational eyes. ”

"Collecting clouds at sunset for you, collecting the clear sky after rain for you, about liking you, the most prosaic and the most enthusiastic."

"At twilight, the mellow clouds are embedded with golden red edges, the diluted sunset is hazy and translucent, everything is intoxicated by the sunset, and there are colorful meteors, all scattered in his eyes, staring at it, deeply falling, he is a gentle moon, a bite, fine, is sweet. It's like a dream. ”

"The two of them sat on the eaves, looking at the starry sky, blowing the wind in the midsummer night, the girl was wearing a simple dress, the wind was blowing through the tips of her hair, and there was a faint fragrance of shampoo in the air......"

"Raindrops are pouring out the window. The one-sided reflection, how can the most beautiful notes fall. The loneliness in the corner, the pride of every day is curled up. What I can't wait for is your appearance, and what I can't wait for is my love letter. Yellowed pages, the text has long been blurred. It's like a blurry face, but it sinks deep into my heart. Word by word, he entered the sea of knowledge, leaving behind a book, and taking away half of his love. ”

"After the rain, the air is mixed with the freshness of the leaves, the wind blows away my impetuousness, and my eyes look at the hazy streets, and I feel as if I have been purified by the rain."

"Loneliness is not chaotic and sleepy, under the sloping alley, take the window. The Star Shadow has dissolved the peace talk. The eyes are full of stars, half an inch of flawed moon, and the truth is not true. ”

"The dim fingers stain half of the bed, play the lonely widow, the withered flowers fall, and have no intention of sinking the old man. A line of cold tears, several times of sorrow. Loneliness is endless. ”

"It's a pity that I, my appearance is mediocre, and I can't amaze anyone's years or warm anyone's life without accomplishing anything. is also lonely and lonely, swaying for half of his life. ”

"The ballad is too poor, one listens to it is a cigarette, and the other listens to it is three bottles of wine. Obviously, there is only one cigarette, and it will last all night, and there is only a little love, and there is still a lifetime. ”

"Pour a bowl of wine from the past, salute the inexplicable feelings and unknown people, stop all words, and close the door."

"The busy years, the spring rain, took away the secrets that could not be kept, the night was hazy, and the back was vague. Ten miles of spring breeze, it is better to have you. ”

Every night, the net suppresses the clouds, and walks up.