In the long expectation of loneliness and loneliness, the flower ignored my neglect, and her heart slowly withered.

The afterglow of pity, in my hurried footsteps, wailed but was not retained by my heart. The flowers were declining, but I didn't care about the tears that passed.

Flowers have wept, and flowers have wept. When the rain comes, the flowers can't open the door to shelter from the rain, and they are full of injuries and pain, and there is still only the surging of the rain. The fog is confused, wandering around the flowers, the flowers are so isolated and helpless, the flowers are so confused and sorrowful.

The tears of the flowers, the pain of the flowers, only the passing breeze paused slightly, but who relieved the residual pain in its heart?

The falling flowers are fragrant, the nose is refreshed in the dream, the call of the falling flowers is earnest, the dream hurts, and the heart bleeds.

The flowers of August, the wounds of August, the flowers of August bloom and fall in an instant.

The rain in August, the tears in August, the high tide in August, the heart is wet.

The flowers of August bloom unguardedly, the pain of August is unprepared, the tears of August are damp words, and the rain of August knocks down the flowering period of the heart.

The falling flowers are affectionate, the falling flowers are also painful, the regrets do not fall, there is no reason to complain, the morning and twilight thoughts, the sad intestines roll down the flowers, and the lonely heart is poor.

The breath of August, brewing the sound of heartbreak, walking countless mountains and wading rivers, walking another life of vicissitudes of life. When don't you like the feeling of being in the chase?

Countless times, after being tired, standing under the empty sky, looking for the feeling of still perching, don't know; That pounding heart was like being drenched in the wind and rain.

Sadness irrigates the luggage of the heart, countless times through the journey of searching, with the wandering heart, with the dream that has not yet taken off, chasing the post station in the scenery.

There is a place that I have passed by countless times, but I have never come closer; There is a person who I have exhausted all my love, but I can't love, it turns out; There is nothing in life about losing and cherishing.

The mortal dust of right and wrong, broken like a dream, and traceless like the wind. I worked together to plan the next leg of the journey, but I didn't know that the bumpy steps were already approaching, and I couldn't break free from the road arranged by God with all my strength.

Or perhaps; When I fell, I knew the taste of failure, and after the light slipped away, I remembered the good old days.

Regret the falling flowers with the wind, looking back as in the past. Walked through, missed. Caught and lost. Life is playing out one picture after another over and over again.

When I got to know myself again, I realized that it was; I'm nothing. There is also a process of hard work, and there must be results if you pay indefinitely.

The wind of the season will always blow the flowers in the dream. There was a time, countless times in the corridor of memories, counting the beauty and sorrow, when the happiness has not had time to pack, and has long been lost. when; We also like to be nostalgic, to remember the past, to look back on the past. Looking at the days that have passed like water, I can't help but leave a long list of sighs.

It's late at night, I like to think quietly alone, and it seems that loneliness and loneliness have long been destined to be habits. In a bag full of thoughts, the past drifts like the wind.

How many times have I silently told myself to be my true self and life; There is no looking back and reminiscence, only moving forward on the road ahead. Full of longing and longing, perhaps; The next stop in your dreams doesn't have to be far away.

Many times, I read the lines of the text on the paper several times. Like a friend who was quietly listening to what I was saying, he didn't say anything.

And I'm just like that, talking about the relief of my feelings. In the ripples of the fluctuating heart, you can always hear the sound of still water flowing, in the youth, and walking. Looking back on a dream in the spring and autumn, where is the road full of desolation?

There is always a saying; "Some people, it's good to have loved it" In the face of countless happy pictures, he ruthlessly said that he had loved, but he missed it after all.

A perfect love, the protagonists of the creation, are always each other.

The concept of happiness is to establish, the concept of management is to pay, when one day, the original things in life disappear in an instant, and only to find it in the face of the attitude of acceptance; A prosperous end has been lonely since then.

The silent night, the flickering lights of the heart, the surging river is endless, because of the thought. The mottled boredom, the shadows of sorrowful fluctuations, the deep silence vibrated in the empty atrium.

Calm and sad, destined to follow the dark fragrance. No one can understand the pain buried in my heart. Shuttling through the depths of memory, feeling the youth given by time, in the corridor of the past, the time has long since passed, like falling flowers with the wind, passing away without a trace.

In time; We may all have been a story, a certain person, climbing mountains and wading through rivers, not afraid of hardships and dangers, even if the end of the world in front of him, will be desperate to chase a piece of happiness.

When I suddenly found that all this insistence on persistence was so unworthy, so; I understand, in the face of the feeling of pain, I always want to say to myself, "I have always learned to love others, but I don't know that I forgot to hurt myself."

People who chase dreams are like this, always want to gallop in the distance of the future, facing the drift of their hearts. It is impossible to grasp the rhythm of right and wrong with the power of self-control. The journey of life, after reaching the truth, only to find out that the innocence at that moment.

If the years are quiet and the time is the same, will those cherished tears smile and say that they are okay? If the prosperity of the end is wonderful in the ordinary, will there be no need to look back on the past?

With tears, all the way and all the way. The distortion of every life is destined to have lines and episodes, ending with a period of time, those wonderful playbacks, regret like falling flowers with the wind, in the dull and tasteless, shrewdly avoided, looking back on the past, dream-like picturesque.

This night, after Xia Shiliu returned to her bedroom from the outside. Xia Shiliu kept writing, and only after the sky was slightly bright, Xia Shiliu stopped writing.

On the other hand, let's take a look at Ye Chen's side. That's what it looked like, Ye Chen and the others followed behind this rhinoceros and continued to walk.

It didn't take long for this rhinoceros to take Ye Chen to the side of a cottage. Obviously, this cottage is the residence of their demon king.

Monster A: "Old Niu, so soon, you're back with someone!" This sister-in-law's cool appearance, tsk, bring it in. If our demon king sees it, he will definitely reward you very, very richly. ”

The monster of the doorman saw the rhinoceros returning with people. Suddenly, the monster of the guard hurriedly smiled.

Monster B: "Yo roar, Brother Niu, this sister-in-law looks so good!" Tsk, nice, pretty. ”

This monster of the other doorman, when he saw Yan Hanyu, his eyes were straight. Suddenly, at this moment, this monster, looking at Yan Hanyu's graceful figure, couldn't help but drool non-stop.