Sometimes when the mind is calm, I will think about life, and even somehow I will think about life and death, life has been experienced, so what about death? It seems to be quite far away from us, and it seems to be quite close......

"The night is bright and the flowers are quiet, the stars and the moon are like dreams, and the wind and spring shine at night. The lights are shining, the shadows are falling, and the people who are in the good period of empty memories are alone. Chaos and love, painting marks are gone, a sense of dust and smoke, reincarnation meets several times, and the heart follows fate......"

"Are you waiting for someone?"

She was silent.

"It's a cold night, let's go back early"

She stopped talking, shook her head, "Wait."

"It's past the time to berth the ship, I'm afraid there won't be any more people"

She still looked at the waveless sea, "He said he would come back"

I tightened my cloak, "Did he say when he would be back?" ”

"When the night is bright, the stars hang down the plains"

"A little candle, two pages of books, three clusters of Xiangfei bamboo, four lattice windows, silver moonlight, the breeze passes, the bamboo shadow is swaying, whispering and reading. Reading his year, five-petal red plum, six-petal snowflake, colorful glazed cup, octagonal marquee, night Weiyang, fine snow falling, flowers and wine, Yin Yin smiled and talked about the reminiscences of the year. Bamboo, plum, nine-fold light yarn tent, ten miles of clouds, the rising sun, the flow of the sun, a pillow of yellow sorghum, but a dream. ”

"He was most afraid that he would talk in his dreams, that he would call out her name, and that the path he chose with enthusiasm at that time would affect the graceful woman who was far away in Beiliang."

And I'm afraid I won't meet her!

Maybe one day I'm afraid to talk in my sleep.........

She once blushed but told him in a serious manner that if he got married in the future, he would not be allowed to touch the field labor, why? Because he's a reader.

Chen Wang squeezed the piece of Qi Nan tightly, his lips trembled, and he closed his eyes.

The heavy snow in the middle of winter was still full of shoulders, not to mention that he didn't pay attention to the falling snow at all.

Chen Wangwang, the name of the full moon, the sun is in the east, the moon is in the west, looking at each other from afar.

This well-deserved young prince slowly opened his eyes and said softly, "Have you found a good family?" ”

Even if you don't, don't wait.

If you get married, you should be looking for someone who knows how to cherish you better than yourself. You must be resenting me as a negative person, right? What he didn't know was that the ferry man was still there!

"There is a kind of water called forgetful water. There is a soup called Meng Po soup. There is a kind of grass called broken intestine grass. There is a kind of flower called the other side flower. There is a kind of tear called lovesick tears. There is a kind of river called the Lethe River. There is a road called Huangquan Road. There is a kind of bridge called Nai He Bridge. There is a kind of stone called Sansheng stone. There is a kind of person called the person who is in love. ”

"Lilacs, still only swaying in my dreams, the dark fragrance floats, but it can soothe my tears. Time in the years of time, left a faint imprint, with the flowers blooming and falling, tracing the past, slowly stranding the heart, to listen to the bits and pieces of time, in the place of the heart, into a spiritual pen, write down the graceful words, give it to yourself. A page of letters, poems fluttering, decorating the picture with a dream, looking forward to: everything is fine, it is a sunny day. ”

Be a strong person, how can you bow to life......

"The starry sky and the sea, we have been in the night breeze of the night, feel the sea water over your feet, bring a cold but refreshing touch, at that moment, the sound of the ebb tide of the sea between heaven and earth is so real, but I feel that there is a world you and I build so quiet, beautiful like a dream, I naively want to play a childhood game, to hang up with you for a hundred years is not allowed to change, you are smiling but still deep eyebrows vivid in my dreams, unchanged over the years, I do not ask for a lifetime and a double commitment, only ask you to face me when sincere, Now the past is like the vicissitudes of life, Zhuang Sheng's butterfly dream, all stories, whether beautiful or bitter, naturally become the experience of life, but I don't know, will you think of the starry sky and the sea when you are alone when you look at the lonely moon, and think of the girl with immature eyebrows and eyes but persistent and serious? ”

"One tear, two old tears, three bitter tears, four regretful tears, five inches of lovesick tears, six cups of sick tears, seven feet of parting tears, eight flavors of Meng Po's sad tears A mouthful of sweet birth, two mouthfuls of rebellion and spicy, three mouthfuls of cherishing sour, four mouths of affection and bitterness, five mouths of physical and mental numbness, and the last mouthful is white water."

Oh, Makabaka, good night world, you in front of good night.