笑我太痴狂Riyousuosi, night had a dream last night, the small east wind, flowers east wall, it was like you, always thought that no contact, can forget the time, the original time is long, thoughts more rich, more yearning, when you sow poison, no medicine can solution, you look clearly well ingrained. As before, still has not changed, such as when standing in front of him, "I will wait for you to grow up......" The voice is so soft, like water, across this season of heart lake.
Like a flower opening, the need for a time that time is gray, gorgeous with cool breath, not to touch, not to pay attention to, that a drop of rain, or drops into the eyes, slightly cool, a touch of sadness, otherwise the taste welled up; and, slowly turn over years of thick book a line of tangled feelings, a persistent, on the ferry, a ferry in the distance, waiting for your casual glance, drunk into the lounge, just in time, the most beautiful years, smile into each other's eyes.
If the whole life, only to find you, give yourself a perfect, that in the red road lined with missing lines, flat Zeze, debauch let Yanyinqipan, graffiti, a long strands of flowers, petals rain moist time; a que Sujian small, with a surplus like water ink rain, care warm wishes not salutary influence of education, years of injury, you will still not; calm thoughts, light to read, not the old castle, Qingyun long continuous.
If you can, if you can, in the page of the scene, Miss watch into the horizon of the haze, simple colors, such as the smear thought, sunset shines a heart of landscape garden, a flower leaf under every tree and bush, and read the highlights in sentiment, every little bit, don't miss the taste, until the evening so, a silhouette, poetic dream; banzhan leisure, temperature and wind on a pot, you looked on with lunar night talk; the moonlight is speeding, such as water such as yarn, cupped breeze, thoughts on that heavy curtain, the past meet, you say?
Always read in the years by thinking, so read the hill a wall Cong Rong, autumn is gradually cool, whether scattered flowers blossoming friendship, then time to ignore the horse, many surrounding a cavity die, Fangfei, fall red pieces, autumn wind dancing, rain, a piece of falling in the foot, which is a distant message, is a left motto, thin, cool in the sleeve, indifferent to the sky no tidings came, or a person in the miss, in obsession, listen to the sound at the end of the season.
Miss the rain, always be caught off guard when the dripping wet, the glabella scenery, wet ink, pigment on the fuzzy state, the term into the war; that is missing, you kind of poisonous, so the full line of small print every day, go down, every single word or phrase, consider again three pour, miss, this poison, drink a cup and a cup, a car may lay the seeds of life, let the verdant, let the wind with rain, adaptable, bloom heart core twist incense, fall red flower hoe funeral flowers; drink oneself from drink, you kind of poison drink!
I want to choose a time, heart, quiet corner, quietly Miss Yan, clean way to static read, think that to read, before it and also allows, let Miss dance like wings, hidden Cangmang, Dunqu thin cool, in the original appearance. Wen Xiang count fly; net boiled for a long time, the fabric of a tree flowers, waiting for the daily call to religious life, never abandon the oath; portrait of a gentle, for young life to each other.
See the sea saw Diewu People are hurrying to and fro., Orioles spring, watching the seasons, seasons, in the early autumn in the color of love, love to write, write and write melancholy, amidst the swaying, water and ink in the song, but around the missing, dye ink that I planted to you!
Article eight: meeting you is the most beautiful scenery
Before you wait for the right person, love yourself before you can live up to the unloved time. The preface
It once was so full of love to love a person who never belonged to me, even in spite of his own image and the eyes of everyone. I was following the stop in place, but the man had gone, never heard my cry, never see my tears, but his embarrassed. That low to the dust of the humble, and not out of the gorgeous fireworks. Later, I realized that love is just like the cup of milk tea I had hidden in the box at the beginning. If it could not be put off, it would not smell long enough to run away for a long time. It would be smelly and smelly, even for both sides.
Thanks to the desolate years, let me know the art of abandoning. Only after that, I became very careful, not afraid to love, to be afraid of being hurt. In his own heart built a tight wall, others can not go, and he can not come out.
Fortunately, meeting you in the time of the water, this is really a beautiful scenery. I woke up, no matter how much hurt, someone will make me believe in love. And now, that man is you. But it's a pity that you believe that the people of love are not me. So I began to be jealous, knowing that jealousy originated from care and inadequacy of my heart.
All of a sudden, my personality changed a lot. Middle school is optimistic and cheerful, but high school becomes sentimental. Junior high school students call me don't bother, not to the benefit of all, high school classmates called me to let go, don't be so infatuated, hang in a tree. I used to be hanged, but now? I don't know, I only know that I'm afraid of the end of my life.
Keep telling yourself: the road is still so long, how do you have the heart to stay in the place, not to find a place for happiness in the distance? But we all know that if you can't sleep under the tree that you like, what does a whole forest mean to me? I'm sorry, but I can't convince myself that I can only follow it and follow my heart.
Through so many ways, I gradually understand that some love, not must be in the heart, but should be pressed in the bottom of the heart. The love of the heart will not be annihilated by the years, and will not fade away at any time. Love is not the only possession, but the freedom to open the shackles. Deep love, is gentle and willing to give each other warmth and care, let the other side have branches, no fear of wind and rain.
If we are in the world walk from first to last, not again, let me put down the obsession, leaving only memories, in shallow or deep time, sing, count the years of sorrow.
