Life has a lot of ups and downs, watching the autumn moon round story again several times.
Passing years, this was a wonderful time. It was supposed to be as enthusiastic and enchanting as this summer flower, but at this moment it was as lifeless as the summer flower frosted.
As Huanian passed, it also accepted such a change, whether it was mature or vicissitudes. It disappeared along with the dreams and longings of youth, quietly ... The red dust was surging, and in a hurry, we have missed the most beautiful encounter.
Glittering eyes, I do not know when I actually believed in the fate, the past is a thing of the past, the unbearable annual ring still involves this unsettled memory.
Hongchen was on the front line, afraid that the origin would disappear, and he would never be able to change the worldly appearance again. If you don't forget this, then when the next life meets He Qiao, please don't forget the vow we made on the tree-lined green road.
In the chaos of the past years, who killed those indifferent expectations and hopes in the bud. And who has left for whom gentle yet cruel punishment.
In this dreamy season, no one is right or wrong with flowers. When the old dream wakes up, the corners of the wet eyes must have tears of heartbreak. The passing years are dark, and what is left is sighing at most.
The past is hard to find. When the soul is gradually assimilated; when the remaining memories become sediment; when the Meitang Xinhe is no longer in bloom; when there is no more rain and rain in Wuzhen; when there is a day ...
Life is a dream, but it is empty.
The past is so close, the horizon is so far. A heartless vow can't go to the end of the world or to the cape; What I got was only a single shadow, and a solitary lamp overlooked.
Listen to the rain fall. Zeng dreamed that when you see enough of the scenery, maybe I will accompany me to watch the long stream of water. This has become eternal waiting.
The world is so. No one will wait there after the time has passed. But there may be, but TA no longer believes in waiting.
Don't pace at all times. Qianmo ... Sometimes remembering the pain is more courage than forgetting happiness; sometimes some things are easy to lose beauty once you see them clearly; sometimes there are some things that you do n’t understand, you will feel heart, and you will feel heartache; sometimes ... ...
Where time goes, sometimes, all you can do is run aground.
Wish to keep a copy of your own tranquility and indifference!