1, time is like a needle, stinging the heart. The beautiful bits of life are exhausted, so in such a meaningless time wandering, how to use the thin palm to support the blue sky and soar like a thunderbolt. How can only a pale heart afford the future.
2, life is dependent, overlooking the future, the road far away is still confused, when the thousand sails are over, the years turn tenderness into tears drowned in the rolling red dust, buried deep in the memory of fog, still so clear, the hustle and bustle of the grand scene, covering the vicissitudes of the years, leaving whose lament, as if wandering in the lights. Lonely and long nights, even if there is loneliness, there is no word, let the mood be exiled, imitate the entanglement of the world, and the entanglement of the past makes his dreams disappear, and he has to let the fragments linger a few times.
3, the green silk is not white, the love is not broken, the dust is gone, the lonely soul, groaning in the ethereal world, carrying half a lifetime of desolation. Only loneliness is loud, but it has not been sung, and the withered life has come here, but it cannot be recalled. Listening to the ear, the sound of flowers blossoming and falling, the yellowed flower shadow revealing the smile of the past, the flowers that fall to the ground, remembering the human world that walks back in this life. In the moment of reincarnation, it is not certain that the next life will still be a flower, but only cherish the ears of this life. I want to invite Qingfeng Mingyue to sing about the wine, and get drunk once in life.
4. Holding up the long-standing heart, stirring the seemingly peaceful and calm heart lake. Where the gaze is fixed, it is damp and warm. I haven't been sad for a long time, but I can't be happy. Happiness is like the wind, and sorrow is normal.
5, that erratic heart, it seems that it has never been strong, even if it has experienced more than wind and frost, rain and snow, but I think it seems to be more and more fragile day by day, although the sun is shining, but it will still feel as if there is less warmth, is it their own space void? Still can't accept the variables that happen around me, maybe it's really that I ask for too perfect, but I really don't want to change myself, even if it's just a simple idea, although I know that maybe I will be happy after the change, no, it should be definitely happy, but I am still resolute as always, because I suddenly found that I was deeply infatuated with this sadness.
6, strangers who have passed by, just for that, a word out of chapter, a mirror of empty memories, a dream of concentration, let the years flow without a trace. When the love returns, it has its own place, the shallow taster, the blindness into the eyes, the deep taster, the heart into the heart. Trickle red face, illusion into a butterfly, entangled knots. Delicate old feelings, turned into tears, pure as dust. Dreamy dreams, dust, incense as ever.
7, obviously have made a decision, want to come to a gorgeous turn, wave, take nothing away, dashing a farewell forever, who knows, I am struggling, my legs are as heavy as lead, every difficult step, tearing pain spreads from the heart of the foot to the whole body, one step, a thousand struggles, biting the lip, I try not to let myself cry out of the sound.
8, the flow of years, those years that can not go back. At yesterday's class meeting, we drank parting wine, which contained nostalgia and gratitude for the past full years, and more faint parting and farewell... Unwilling to quietly take root in the heart, tears swirling in the eyes of youth and determination, will slide down the eyelashes, and retract it fiercely, finally there are no tears, no one sees our sentimental side, on the train to the once ideal university, there is no longer your familiar face, there is no longer your once familiar words, and there is no longer your once-familiar companionship... The contact information that was once too familiar to be familiar, silently dimmed in a corner of the day...
9, loneliness destroys the soul, extinguishes the lone lamp, and goes with the shadow of the hate lamp. Overflowing with sadness, still remembering, but it is an old acquaintance. Du Li wept in his heart and whispered parting from hate. A thousand turns, it's the past. The one-chair is empty, and the lost god is also difficult to fall in love. The heart follows a thousand mountains, and it is already a slanting sun.
10, lonely as a fragrance, Chinese years like a dream. On the day of September, the misty drizzle is pouring down, and the feeling of lovesickness fills this season full of sorrow. The evening wind blew my thin figure and penetrated my heart. Prosperity and dreams come to naught. Listening to a sad melody of the years, the lonely notes are gently raised on the fingers, as if every beat is shedding chic tears, not listening to the call to flow down, shattering the sorrow of the place, singing how much helplessness and sorrow I have.
11, the red dust is exhausted, the distance is within reach, and the heart is at the end of the world. How many poems are endowed, one song and three sighs, the aftersound is around the beam, the shadows are dark and fragrant, and the composition of the song is clear and clear, and the melody of the dream is like a dream. Pluck the heartstrings, resonate with the heart, and instantly burn the red plum with blood. The flames burn the secret music house, unchanging and changeable, poignant and cold. Tears in the rain, a lifetime of love, a drop of red dust tears.
12, when the once beautiful garden turned into a remnant of red, I know that the winter of love has come silently. There is no one to accompany, only to stand alone in the cold wind to feel the biting cold, to feel the depression everywhere and the sorrow of the season.
13, I don't know when I was put on the tight mantra, as long as you gently recite a love mantra, whether I am thousands of miles away, or in the cape of the world, I will return to you without hesitation and desperation. I don't know when I became a beggar of love, foolishly praying for love's alms day and night.
14, I think I still can't control my thoughts, just like this late autumn, let me unconsciously lament the sadness of life, or a kind of loneliness, a kind of loneliness...
15, I think I still have such a faint sadness, but sometimes I am so eager to express this sadness, so that the person I love the most can pity me, let him know that I am not having a good time at the moment, maybe I just want a simple hug, or a smile of encouragement, in short, I think I still do not ask for high, and this simple requirement in my opinion has become an urgent desire in my heart, it really will not be realized, so it makes me sadder than sad.
16, writing countless years like water flowing years, is so gentle and sentimental. Living in an empty world, it seems, I have forgotten for a long time, wandering in this lonely city, one day will see through the shackles of the world. The years are like sand forever walking freely, we can't hold tightly, and we can't stay. Time makes the deeper things deeper and the shallow things shallower. Unhurriedly passing away from his side without a trace, withering the hope of youth, leaving a miserable look, dripping red dust and blood and tears.
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