Flowers and green leaves, and see white doves flying by, startled old dreams like a tide!

Once longed, an ancient road, a horse, a figure, the afterglow of the setting sun slowly stretched the figure. Looking up ahead, the wind blows the willows, the sky is high and the water is long.

But reality, I don't know when, I was lost in the ocean of life, lost my original intention, forgot my dreams, and wandered alone in the dark.

A person's life may be roughly like this: teenagers are playful, young people are obsessed with love, they learn from fame and family in their prime, and they are content to deceive themselves in their twilight years.

How much pure gold can be made of stubborn iron? We used to be so eager for the waves of fate, but in the end we found that the most beautiful scenery in life is actually the calmness and calmness of the heart.

The fruit is ripening little by little, and we are growing step by step. Abandon all luck and never expect luck to fall from the sky!

Perhaps, some people will also look up at the starry sky on that moonlit and breezy night, and a little lovesickness will come to their hearts.

Looking at the autumn water at a glance, the Nai River is cut off, and the drunken flowers are late. A whisper came out of the dream, echoing in the heart, and the moon was delicate. A wisp of green silk slips off the plain fingers, wrapping around the love, and the water is soft.

The long night is gloomy and difficult to sleep, and the moonlight is like a death that does not return.

Sleepless tonight, if you are just a gust of wind, I want to write down a paper of thoughts without you in the memory of the passing years, which will definitely not wake you up from your dream.

Sometimes, when you see everything thoroughly, it can be uncomfortable to suddenly feel sober. When the soul is hurt, I suddenly understand that there is too much helplessness in reality, and there are too many things that should not be.

Light as water, clear as tea, flying flowers between your fingers. The soul in the wind, the shadow in the fog, and the fragrance in the rain. Hair is like snow, face is like jade, and arrogance is killed.

When loneliness has become a belief, heal with loneliness. Use blood as ink, and build cities and flowers undefeated. Use tears as clothes, and deduce the elegance of the peerless generation!

There are always gains and losses in people's journeys. Don't forget what you once had; What has been received is more cherished; Don't give up what belongs to you; What has been lost is kept as a memory.

If the heart is young, the years will not be old. No matter how time passes, keep the spring flowers in your heart. In fact, the happiness we want has always been there.

If the sunset is infinitely better, why should I be melancholy near dusk. If we miss the wind, we will reap the rain; If you miss the gorgeous summer flowers, you will surely enter the quiet beauty of autumn leaves.

I once looked forward to the future: a flower blooming, a love, through the corridor of the season, transformed into a dark fragrance, enchanting every morning and dusk, fragrant like water, beautiful fingertip years.

I want to be with you, fold a period of time, write a touch of affection, run over the joys and sorrows of the red dust, and bypass the eyebrows without regrets.

There are always some feelings that have to be hidden. There is always some fragrant fragrance lingering in the bottom of my heart. Those days of drinking with words and relying on the soul make thoughts become the most beautiful scenery.

I want to think more about the future, a sunny afternoon, meet you on the bustling street, look at each other, you understand the pure whiteness and softness of my heart, I pity your fragility and loneliness.

Some people, at first sight, have been vigorous since then, accompanied by red dust; Some people stay in peace and enjoy the time with tranquility and gentleness.

Think more about this life, the wind and smoke have passed through the years, holding the red dust, the morning and twilight, and the words are love. The two depend on each other, like flowers.

Now that I haven't met you, light a heart lamp, retreat between square inches, and write my thoughts at the end of the world. Dip it in the faint and persistent ink fragrance, carefully outline, and fill the most beautiful love in this life with true feelings in the warm lines of poetry...

Perhaps, the fate with you is the deepest memory in the passing years. With perseverance and no regrets, I wrote the pure beauty of love.

When the wind rises, I hide myself in a cloud, and in the loneliness that follows me like a shadow, I miss you quietly; When the rain fell, I put my heart in the poem, and wrote the whispers with you with light pen and ink.

The years are gone, and the warmth of a season has faded. The red dust is lonely, and the tenderness of a lifetime is broken.

If you ask me if we can never leave together in this life and grow old together, I will answer you: If you can, I can!