In the theater of time, the ups and downs of the plot, just to continue to develop, I have been thinking about you, and I have been lingering for many years.

I have long regarded every day as a heart song, about your heart song, even if you listen to it again and again, you will not feel annoyed, let alone tired, but the carving knife of time, in the depths of the memory, the deeper it is carved, the more imprinted it can not break free from in my heart, I want to think of your plot, always look at the embrace under the sun in the past.

In the world, there are too many sentient beings, there are too many heartfelt complaints, the edge of memories that have passed by time, time flies, and the breeze of memory spreads in the country of sadness, blowing through the inevitable road of the flowing years, the past that cannot be returned, and the broken sounds about a lot of things touch the heart in an instant.

The years have no trace, the wind-like loss, the longing, the singing that flows through the ears, the desolate lonely soul and the lonely original happiness, the seemingly simple days, have become the most complex sentiments.

In life, too many people come and go, they all come and go safely, quietly walk past me, whether it is quietly waiting or never leaving each other, but in the end it will become the Old Testament.

The word passerby has never been vague, yes, they are all passers-by, but how many of the passers-by have I kept?

Like a cup of bitter wine, like a cup of bitter tea.

It's like a gust of wind in the season, striking without a trace, waking up from a dream, I can't remember the scenes I have long remembered, no matter who I have met or parted with, it is my sad evening rhyme.

I also had a time when I was really reluctant and really looked forward to it, just like the moment I sent you away, my heart was full of countless reluctance, but I still left after all.

Because of the helpless cause and effect, I planted a thousand-year-old acacia tree, alone and lonely watching it grow, watching in every smiling day, I am used to seeing the flowers in the time and season, the clouds in the blue sky are rolling and soothing, the original fate comes, and the fate goes.

Learn not to smile, learn not to turn around, and not to learn how to forget too much, thoughts are born from the heart, and the heart is prosperous and withered.

If, give love a lenient calm, I wonder if you will have such expectations and stretch the line of love for you far.

In hope, I think about it forever.

In my wishes, I am parasitized by life.

Very chic feelings, then, so many hopes, more wishes will not separate us.

The distance at the end of the world is close at hand, but I still don't want the wind and dust baptism of the years to leave behind the unforgettable past.

It's been too long, and my thoughts have long been unable to explain my worries and hesitations. In short, I don't want a person to be lonely, but loneliness is full of lonely ecstasy.

Many times, I have tried to put the atrium in my heart, take a sharp bayonet, and ruthlessly carve out the memory of loneliness.

But the more you engrave it, the more detailed it is, it turns out that the appearance of loneliness is loneliness, loneliness, loneliness, the touch of the heartstrings, loneliness can't bear to leave, and how to forget loneliness.

Because, loneliness is a lonely past and present life, and loneliness almost forgets the loneliness of time and space. This is what I miss you and you forget I miss you.

My story, no matter what brush I use, can always paint a lonely melody, and there is no end to sadness, because there is a sad emotion, lurking between every line of words, with a wandering bag, a tired face, and a lonely sentiment full of teardrops, unable to withstand the hundreds of turns in reincarnation, and the nowhere to return in thought.

Yes, it is such loneliness and loneliness, which is often the case, often destining some people in life and the underworld.

Those that meet unexpectedly, paved into a scenery between the heartstrings, with the season, from withered loneliness to lonely dust.

I dwell in a thousand places of memory, and I think that in the midst of it, I think that in the midst of it, I should hear whispers that I don't want to forget, and the reality that I have always been unwilling to accept.

Pour out the world, because of you and glaze, the days are long because of you, every day, live between the ordinary superimposed shadows, the hurried rhythm understates the legend in the plain, walking on the lonely and lonely heart road, the sad sorrow has long been rooted in the legendary roadside.

For the small missing, become the loneliest and lonely master between the heartstrings, pass far away, sweep through the sea of people, can you reach the end of your world?

Even if a person is in the downtown area, he feels lonely, accustomed to lonely thoughts, and even more accustomed to thinking about you every moment.

Although there is loneliness, but I can always taste the lonely zither sound from the depths of my heartstrings, I am not a deep emotional home, nor is it a lonely tour guide, just lonely.

The Old Testament of time is my loneliest pale, and I can only look nostalgic. Too much indifference, and casualness. Regardless of the deep and shallow thoughts in your heart, honor and disgrace are not shocked, and you can watch the flowers bloom and fall in the season. No matter how much you go and stay, it becomes unintentional, and you are lost in the sky across the sky, and it is a season of sorrow.

When the night falls, the dry heart field is the lonely heartstrings, and some warm thoughts of loneliness spread on the edge of the wound.

Leaving the waiting, the helplessness that fell into the end of the world and disappeared in the cape, the gentle breeze rhyme pierced whose sad thoughts, and the words turned to the desolate country, singing the sense of excellence, popping up crisp tears, and downplaying whose hasty sorrow?

For whom is the Sunshine Pledge Oath sown?

The wordless vote is only for the young Ning to start his journey. If the breeze contains feelings, please believe that the bright moon can be seen, and it will testify.

No matter how much it can't be erased, it is the loneliness of the faint and ethereal, no matter how much it can't be solved, it is the fate of the entanglement, there is a fixed number in the underworld, and the chop is also constant, and the entangled and intertwined thoughts can't be turned around.

Because loneliness is the darkness that must exist in life, it cannot be penetrated, and it is even more invincible.

Therefore, loneliness is an indispensable factor for everyone.

Xia Shiliu, when she wrote this, stopped. During this time, Xia Shiliu has developed the habit of writing every day. It was only when she was writing that Xia Shiliu was able to forget the existence of time unconsciously.

Perhaps, this thing written and written is the one that Xia Shiliu found, the spiritual sustenance.

Xia Shiliu, after stopping writing. He stood up and walked towards the empty courtyard.

"Hey, why doesn't it rain, even if it's snowing." Xia Shiliu, looking at the starry sky, couldn't help but sigh.

Ye Chen left on a rainy night. Every time, when it rains, Xia Shiliu will be inexplicably happy.

It was as if Ye Chen left on a rainy day. Similarly, Ye Chen will also return on a rainy day.

Suddenly, Xia Shiliu's mood began, and she was a little disappointed.