Every day of people's lives is meeting and parting, every encounter in the world is a reunion, but also a parting, passing by, reunion is still strange, goodbye is the first acquaintance. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info as if to choose a quiet way, alone in a paradise, let the past go and leave, I am happy, pampered and humiliated.

It's another lonely time, the sunset is dusk, the sunlight is soft and lazy and lazily sprinkles the last piece of clear light, still a person hidden in his own pure land, letting go of this long-imprisoned thought by reality.

I like to wander in the text, enjoy the infinite scenery of spring flowers and autumn moons, and also such a moment of free time, and only by placing myself in such a moment, will I feel that this time belongs to me. The years are quiet, and my heart is at peace.

A person, a song, a sky, a dream, it turns out that loneliness is so exciting, exuding a faint fragrance alone in a silent place, at this time silence is better than sound.

When I am alone, I am inevitably lonely, but I don't know when my heart quietly blooms a heart lotus, each petal is mediocre and engraved with attachment to you, filling my blank mind, always fragrant. Thinking of you, like this poppy, drink the poison of love, and tell yourself in your dreams: love is in the heart, and the heart is on the road.

Often standing alone in the crowd of people, the loneliness of nowhere to place has invaded every piece of my surroundings for no reason, there are always many helplessness that you and I can not grasp, meet, miss, know each other, pass by the beautiful scenery of each journey, and put you in your heart from now on, give yourself a peace of mind.

It turns out that love is so beautiful, it is a kind of sad beauty, when I miss you, you are in the sky, when I miss you, you are in front of you, so close and so far, so I can only let my thoughts fly, the ends of the world, wanton drifting, whether you empathize with it or not, my heart is always here, never far away. Silently in love, silent in love.

Our story isn't beautiful, but it's so hard to forget. How long does it take to forget someone? maybe for a while, maybe for a lifetime. I can't forget it in this life, and from this moment I think of it from time to time, and I can't be at peace. Often when I see a sentence "I don't have to have to have someone to love", I am alone and my heart aches faintly, so deep, why is it shallow? Is our story too beautiful or dreamy or out of reach?

If you can, let me have an old time, I sit alone under the window surrounded by greenery, sip a cup of tea, watch the thousands of sails pass by, look down on people to go to the empty building, do not ask about heaven in dreams, no longer sigh the impermanence of the world, quietly precipitate this feeling, return to calm, like water flowing endlessly.

Maybe it's the madness of youth and ignorance, falling in love with the endless wilderness, but gradually understanding that the sea vows are just false, if you are not there, where can I find the land without you for a long time? I have been waiting, waiting for someone to carefully collect me, to save me from sorrow, to avoid my hesitation, to give me the most down-to-earth arm.

It's just that from the time I met you, I couldn't help but wonder if this youth that walked hand in hand was regretful or absurd? When I met the right you at the wrong time, and I met the wrong you at the right time, I couldn't help but feel sad. It's better to know each other, it's better to miss than to meet, if you don't have the chance to meet, I would like to spend my life to miss the time I walked with you.

Every day is a scene of love and hate, meeting and rubbing shoulders, how many life and death partings do people have to experience in their lives? Maybe they can't stop for a moment, and no one can predict or grasp the future cause and effect.

As I grow older, I will no longer say lightly that "if I leave, there will be no time in the future", and every time I see this sentence, I still dare not touch it. After experiencing too many joys and sorrows, I finally know how to cherish it. Those passers-by who are close to life, I still cherish them with my heart, because of a thought in a certain feeling, a warmth, and I regret it lightly.

There are all guests, and gathering and scattering always follow fate. Meet on a narrow road, regardless of cause and effect. Running through the bustling crowd, you will suddenly find that those who have said that they have agreed to join hands with the end of the world have already parted ways. Is there a true promise in this world that will not be changed, even if it is between mountains and waters, between heaven and earth, there will be a day when we will be tired of each other. Therefore, it is really simple to be indifferent and have a destiny.

If you can let go of your obsession, you can be quiet and peaceful. It's just that I can't get my way, I can't give up, I can't let go, the past, the present, the future, leave a good memory in the memory, save a safe and open for the future, all I can do is to live in the present and cherish the people in front of me.

I believe that time will one day be able to properly place each other's lives and belong to the life that suits them best. With a grateful heart, you can look down on the years like flowers, and you can be calm and leisurely.

Every moment I am honest with my heart, love and hate, even if I have been infatuated, I will not complain, fate is a magical emotion, what does not belong to you is always not yours, and I will not be reluctant, what suits you is the best.

I have always believed in fate, whether you love or not, I still do not regret a wind and snow that you are persistent for, you read it or not, I always leave my best heart to you, don't forget it. I met you in my most beautiful years, and sent my deepest heart to you to pour out half of my life, if you can remember, my heart is like the beginning, guarding a city, waiting for you to come.

When you meet, don't ask if it's a catastrophe or fate.

If I meet you,

It's been a long time.

How will I address you?

With tears, with silence.

- Byron, "The Passing of Spring"

The best days of the year quietly slipped half through my fingers, sending away the most beautiful April day in the world, and ushering in the colorful May. The wind in May seems to deliberately express the attachment to spring, causing poplars to fly all over the city, and stirring people's hearts to cut the constant feelings.

At one point, I thought I was ready to lose everything, to face my choices and the changes that came with them. However, when I wake up in the morning, I pick up my phone and search for your message. I still can't help but feel nervous, and I can't help but play the role of self-inflicted affection. I think it's not just you who I miss, but also myself who struggled through that time. I still need some time to forgive myself for not wanting to be outdone.

Some people say that some people appear in life to appreciate you, some to feel sorry for you, and some to temper you. I think you should have been sent by God to temper me. If life had a choice, I'd rather not meet you again. Because this encounter is destined to be unfair, you pass him by, and I am unforgettable.