Because of pride, I lost my pride, and because of loss, I can no longer be proud. Reading other people's poems is to relax the body and mind, to see all the states of the world, to write your own poems, is to sublimate the soul, and to tell the eternal sorrows.

The melody, still familiar with the lyrics, full of memories and names, belongs to the person you sing, do you still have memories?

What is love? I'm too young to understand... Love may be like dad loves mom, grandpa loves grandma... Love may be to love someone, and you will give up everything for him... Love may be a person who will give for you wholeheartedly without asking for anything in return... Love could be... What exactly is love?

I don't understand, I don't want to understand, I don't want to understand, I don't understand, I don't understand, I don't want to understand, I don't want to understand, I only know: if you love me, you should let go of your hands, let me fly by myself, and find my own tomorrow!

We all told the truth when we were kids, and we all told lies when we grew up, but there are people who can defy this rule and will do whatever it takes for the voice in their hearts, but most of us choose to obey until we are about to die.

Don't ask me why I'm so fierce, I'm not gentle in the first place, and I used to be like a fool, so I will only be gentle with you!

Once upon a time it was prosperous, it is now in ruins, and once upon a time, it is deserted.

What makes this place a desert, everyone has the answer in their hearts. Sometimes, a small thing can make you fall into a situation and not get out of it, sometimes, no one will force you to force yourself not to let go, and sometimes, there is an urge to give up when you plan something.

Those who know and understand, those who make up their minds, and those who swear that they will never let go are often the hardest ~ What does the future look like?

I do not know... Don't want to know either... Now is the best year of your life, why bother with the unpredictable future?

Living in the moment, I think it's best... This is who I am, I am a small me, and the world is just a speck of dust compared to me, inconspicuous.

I am the grand me, and I am unique and irreplaceable in the world. I am who I am, simple, ordinary.

I can't make any big waves in my life, but at least I've worked hard~ What is happiness?_?I don't know... But all I know is that I'm happy!

It's enough to do what you love every day and see people you like. People should not be too greedy, this is the beginning of people's deterioration.

Don't just think that you don't have anything, but remember what you have, and what you have can't get anything in exchange, and you can't change it.

Cherish everything in front of you, maybe it will be far away from you in the future~ I always think that I will make you happy and happy, and give you the warmest care; you will look at me differently, and even be with me.

But I was wrong, no matter how much I took care of you, you always looked at me differently.

No matter how hard the memories are, there will be a day when they will be indifferent, and there will be a day when they will be healed in the stubborn pain, so there is no past worth you to decadent your future, and there is no one who can make you willing to spend your life waiting.

Bursts of spring breeze, green leaves, flowers and red grass, dancing like a dragon. Quiet gift, in the wine forest. Come to the riverside to look, a touch of micro-waves.

The scenery is fragrant, bold and unrestrained, and forgetful of sadness. If you love the mountains and rivers, slowly moving in front of you, you must have an illusion, the mountains will not move, if you smell the fragrance of flowers, it must be an illusion, the blooming one grows in Xinjiang, how can you smell the fragrance of flowers, when the heavy rain is pouring down on the earth, you see the stars coming, it is still just an illusion, love is like a dream is life, the beauty of spring does not want to appreciate, the warm sun does not bask me, I just want to live in the black eaves, listen to the sadness in the depths of my heart.

Everyone has a song that they dare not listen to when they are lonely, everyone has a person in their hearts who reads it but never mentions it, and everyone has a past that no one can soothe the scars.

What is like? Like is her hidden thoughts, the casual glance out of the corner of her eye, the secrets she carefully treasures, there are many, many more.

And you, always the person in her dreams, close but untouchable, unreachable but beating in the warmest place.

And these are always inexplicable and unclear, but they are really in the blood. Come in a hurry, go in a hurry, and see Yi in a hurry all the time.

The heart is longing, the spirit is hazy, only because of lovesickness. Half a lifetime has passed, and it is about the same. Washing the heart and changing the face is not about the rivers and the world.

If we join hands, we are willing to work together to accompany the twilight and the morning bell. Riding the waves on the seaside forgot to return, sent willow green, and welcomed pink.

The falling flowers are intentionally ruthless, like a cold star on the edge of the moon. I had a heart for the bright moon, but the moon let me drift away.

The time of reincarnation, the years of hesitation. All that remains, an indelible imprint from the depths of the soul. Dusty memories, only a lonely shadow under the moon, a phantom in a dream, a phantom in tears, sad!

The person I like, he has a bright smile, gentle eyebrows, his eyes seem to be filled with the summer night sky, he can come later, but he will not be absent from my life, my life.

We are all silent, the past has swallowed us, reality has paralyzed us, we are all hoarded in this cold corner, resting on our laurels, no one will be the forerunner, take that step forward, break this transparent and hard ice.

The flowers bloom for ten miles, the only person to watch, drunk dreams of red dust, and the flowers bloom and float. The wind is falling by the flowers, the pieces are red, my heart is still there, and the flowers are also regretted.

Qianmo path, at this time, the flowers are fluttering, and the flowers are also dying. Listening to the language of flowers, I don't know the meaning of flowers, there is no other love, and the fragrance of flowers is also tears.

Flowers are in full bloom, all have love, all love the flowers, don't forget the flowers in the flowers. After walking through the streets and alleys, seeing the warmth and coldness of people, and getting tired of listening to sweet words, I found that in the world, everything is not static.

In the same city, we walk on the same street, but it is no longer the same as before, in the same place, the people around us are no longer the same partners, and the same food can no longer taste the same taste....... After the baptism of time, we have all changed, become lonely, lonely, and calm...... Invite the old man of the moon to marry, in front of the emperor of Qiongdian.

The red rope maintains the attachment, and the magpie dances the gauze curtain. She and I, walking in the world, are united. At that wedding, the moment they looked at each other, true love was speechless.

Poetry is only for whom? The ends of the earth are willing to follow. But the people of Deyi care about it, and they will return to the clouds on a moonlit night.