A long-lost silence, like a murmur in a dream. Time treads lightly on the road outside the window, the wind comes and goes, and it goes quietly, leaving only a little memory in my heart. The past has been turned over like a book, and each chapter has become an eternal aftertaste.
Xu, there are too many stories and tears hidden in this surname. Once upon a time, I was also the young man with strong blood, and my eyes flashed with yearning for the future. But as I get older, I am no longer high-spirited, and I am more of a conformist and a variety of roles on the stage of life.
Autumn Lotus can always bring back the memories of those good memories that have passed. Back then, we were as pure as a clear stream flowing through white paper. However, the ruthless years are like yesterday's violent winds, crushing our ideals one by one. Now, I can only silently reflect on those past in the dead of night.
Your news, like the cool moon obscured by clouds. I have faced the bright moon countless times at night, but I have not been able to wait for a response all day long. And time trickled down my waiting.
The three thousand celadon stacks are not parting, but also the thoughts and concerns for you. On every quiet night, there will always be memories of the time spent with you. However, in an instant, it was like the residual warmth in the jade pot, and it was consumed by the long years.
When I wake up from a dream, I am sad, you and I meet in the dream, the familiar smile makes me intoxicated, but when the morning comes, I am alone in the empty room to face the loss and confusion.
Life stops at a cold mountain, and it has its own arrangements. Some things can't be changed, and some people aren't destined to be with me to the end. But memories make it so difficult to let go, and the unforgettable heart still grows madly in my heart.
The spring scenery of flowers carries infinite tenderness, that is the moment we experience together, and now in the face of this cold sea of flowers, I only feel thousands of miles away, a lonely field in my heart.
I don't really live when I'm young, but I hope I'll grow old calmly. This is probably life, we keep pursuing and constantly losing, until the end we understand that the really important things are around us and have never been far away.
How many peach letters were passed by willows, which were full of sincere tenderness. I often look forward to a similar situation, sharing the romantic and ephemeral pleasures with you; However, at this moment, only this nostalgia remains, and it is secretly treasured as the best past.
Half-raw, slightly frosty on the temples. However, although the era of drawing the sword and singing and waving ink in cursive characters is clear, it will still become the wealth of Chongqing in life, although the age is gradually increasing and the passion is undiminished.
Although we are halfway there, we must hold on to every fate in the timeline to be grateful for the challenges of life, and keep moving forward behind them.