1, forever too far, we can't afford it. Times have changed, and after a few years, I'm afraid it's not just the appearance that has changed.
2. I burned incense under the Bodhi embankment in my previous life and got a happy life with you. So, looking forward to the hustle and bustle of the world of mortals, I can live a dull life. This is a happy face. I just want the simplicity of leaning against the building and listening to the wind and rain. I just look down on the ordinary road in the Jianghu. I just laughed and listened to the calm of misty rain, twirling my fingers to tell my heart, and I was not tired of looking at each other. With the opposite attitude, I will plant chrysanthemums in the hedge, keep a safe life, devote my life's tenderness, face the sea and bloom in spring.
3, poetry, painted in the palm of your hand; Half bright and half dark, hanging between the eyebrows; Half the sadness is hidden in my heart. In my hands, in my heart, from the outside to the inside, shape a real me without impurities.
4. When a gust of wind calls back my drunken soul and condenses into a lonely body now, I can't do anything to pursue my old footsteps, and how can I appreciate the beauty at that time? When pieces of fallen leaves dot my blurred vision, I don't know whether it is cold, warm, saturated, numb or unmoved.
5, think more, recite poems, I put pen to paper, you study ink. I am the light on the other side of your heart, and you are falling in love with me step by step. I don't want to be prosperous and noisy in my life. I would like the world of mortals to recede. I would like to cook wine, repair fences and plant chrysanthemums with you, and never leave.
6. Climb over mountains to regain old memories. Time flies, I can't take it with me. Heavy memories, you are moving, you are everywhere.
7. Autumn in September is cool and humid. I love those graceful and indifferent autumn, dark red time, a sad mood, I look forward to it and love this season.
8. Maybe, when you meet the right person, you just want to say what you are holding in your heart; Perhaps, when I meet the right person, I hope you can calm my heart, so that I will be comfortable; Maybe, when I meet the right person, I want to tell you from the bottom of my heart, so that you can understand me … everything, because I met you.
9. buckle a song of the years and sing the cold marks of yesterday. I will never see my footprints again, and I will never see the beginning of wearing them. Only the sail of memory, numbly looking for the changed route, I don't know how to find the stopping place. That long phoenix song, how to sing the dance of beautiful years.
10, dancing in the red, time is quietly passing. Ask the world, who can not give up to the years, it is called a lifetime of sorrow. Years are like patches of red, passing through the dust of the world, and after some tossing, they are quietly buried in the loess, leaving only transparent scratches that confuse their minds. I, on the other hand, always feel around, leaving only a sigh and looking at the moon in the water.
1 1, everyone is always eager to live a mobile life. I have always wanted to walk in the corridor of time, enjoy the spring flowers and autumn fruits, and enjoy the fragrance of the years with a clear heart.
12, every day, watching you by my side will warm my heart; Looking at your photos every day, I can't help laughing; Every day. I always feel that every day with you is extremely happy.
13, Na Yue, gentle as water and deep as poetry. A palindrome poem you wrote for me with a clever smile.
It stirred my heart, added fragrance to tea, had a romantic conversation, and hated being late for the meeting. Since then, Iraq has been on the other side, and flowers are a kind of enjoyment. You are on this shore, and the harp and the harp sing together.
14 You see, everyone is waiting in line for happiness. However, the express train of happiness roared by, and there was only dust flying around. The melody played every day is monotonous, and the melody of life is only "tired". In the face of the noise, I can no longer feel the beauty of life, and happiness seems to have wings and fly far away.
15, the flying dust, with a waiting attitude, alternated with time and the sun and the moon, quietly listening, rustling down, lonely and thin feelings in autumn, precipitating a quiet after the noise, waiting for the time to stop Leng Xiang, lingering in the dream of clear autumn, facing clear traces, how many ups and downs passed, a dream is no longer cold.
16, tranquility is the only possession of the night sky, and moonlight is an escapist dream. I can't see the bright moon because I still have a lonely heart and refuse to give up, so I put all my eggs in one basket in the future. ...
17, the dark night, still walking slowly, the heartbeat still echoes forcefully in the dead night, and the silence suddenly climbs into my palm, which affects my typing speed. As if I saw your gentle smiling face, tell me gently that you have fallen in love with me for ten thousand years without regret.
18, the sun flies far away, the sound is sparse, and the pulse of Qiu Si makes you worry about the smoke trees. I'm afraid I'll be reborn after I secretly cut it. I just hate myself for being too soft-hearted and confused.
19. Missing is a kind of happiness in tears. In this life, you are my most beautiful encounter, because it is so beautiful, so my heart is broken. I forgot myself because I love you. Because I love you, I don't know how to put myself; Because I love you, my fingertips are sad with paper. The left hand is sad and the right hand is sweet.
20. Time is like a song. You can't sing all the punctuation marks in the story. Memories are like hemp, I can't understand when memories come and go. With some passing scenic figures, I always remember them deeply and can't get rid of them. The shallow traces I can't erase will always scratch the chapter of the story.
2 1, sigh misty years, who is pale with youth. Time's meat cleaver records its year number on my face, but it doesn't allow me to record all the good things. Only intermittent shallow traces are left, and the story is concentrated at this moment, which is unclear and unclear.
22. I think you are too important in my heart and put it first in my heart. Perhaps, the kind of happiness you brought me is irreplaceable by others.
23. Pick a ray of comfort and quietly pick up forgotten poems; Smile and gently hum colorful melodies; One meter of sunshine gently welcomes the blue morning light.
24. From the beginning of life, when you saw the first ray of sunshine, you were always by my side, growing up with me, experiencing the ups and downs of life together, sometimes decadent, sometimes sad, and you silently patted me on the shoulder; Sometimes happy, sometimes happy, you will fly and jump with me.
25. The meditation room is spotless, and a cup of light tea turns from hot to cold. Futon, wooden fish and scriptures tell the loneliness of Buddha, but they are also ethereal and calm through the world of mortals. Listening to Sanskrit and looking at the clock engraved with Sanskrit, my heart was unconsciously infected and became clear and quiet. I think I must have been a Buddha in my previous life.
A speck of dust on the hall, listening to Sanskrit and Buddha's teachings every day. The heart is bodhi, and the world can still laugh as before after suffering.
26. The broken words of the pen tip are all heartfelt words. I am grateful for the bits and pieces with you, and those happy faces can only be quietly recalled in the illusory years.
28, the distant sky, the scenery all the way in autumn, bleak everywhere is melancholy, standing at the end of time, quietly watching the bustling fireworks of the world of mortals, still quiet in the past, clear water and blue sky, full of pink and green. A beautiful scenery, spinning with autumn rhyme. The leaves fell silently, and I realized the desolation of autumn. Looking at the afterglow of the sunset, gentle and simple, solidified the imprint of the years.
29. Walking in the bright moonlight, the eyes can't see farther, and the dark color always stops the heart and the backpack. People and things that slip away can try not to repeat regrets tomorrow. The story told yesterday can only be seen occasionally outside the rain weaving window today. ...
30. In my heart, hold your heart firmly and don't want your heart to leave my world; In my heart, you are like an angel and a devil who saved me. In my heart, you will never leave me, because I don't want you to leave me.