While the sun is shining and the breeze is quiet,
go to see who you want to see,
do what you want to do,
watch Flowers are blooming and falling,
count the passing years,
so, very good.
Elegantly happy,
Savoring the vicissitudes of life,< /p>
Taking stock of the years, always inadvertently,
reap a warm happiness and touching.
Where the eyes are staring, the breeze is dawning; Smile brightly on my desk?
Describe the past as a landscape,
Light text,
Light heart words.
The heart is a flower, and the love is a leaf.
It refers to the fragrance, and the Yiren speaks alone.
Listen to the wind, flowers and snow with a normal heart,
When you lighten up the annual brocade, in the depths of the red dust,
I hope, a kind of walking, light and no Marks…
Who said:
Don’t love the worldly glitz,
Don’t write about the chaos of the world,
Watch the flowers bloom and wait for them to fall.
Leaning on the building to listen to the wind, all the unvoiced sounds of landscapes,
are deduced in silence into a world of serenity.
The flowers are similar every year,
The past always evokes a thread The scars,
deep or shallow, groggy,
drunk looking at a piece of memory,
indifferent thoughts of searching,
The heart that has been purged is evoked by who,
Like a smile but full of deep meaning,
The thin clouds of smoke and willows contain many tears in the eyes.
Bring a breeze,
The mountain is high and the water is long;
Bing a candle book case,
Cut the west window at night,
A piece of ink and wash, the abundance of years is silent…
Come and fill it up This warm fragrance,
regardless of sadness and joy, no matter whether it is bitter or happy,
and collect the gifts of the years, smiling and refreshing…
I miss the days when I met you,
Those memories engraved in my heart,
It is also worth losing weight It is indelible,
Maybe we will never meet again,
Maybe that relationship can only become the past,
But you are my most touching thoughts,
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Maybe you will never understand,
My thoughts start because of you,
Have you ever known that all my attachments are only because of you,< /p>
And now you, do you still have any memories of me in your heart,
Will you still think of me when you are lonely?
I am used to drinking a pot of moonlight wine,
By the moonlight, Count the ups and downs,
the ups and downs of the past.
How many times have I leaned against a tall building and covered the night.
It’s just that I’m not used to missing your sweet smile.
In the fleeting years, there is no joy without you, and I have failed Liu Gong Fendai.
The seasonal wind,
will always blow the flowers in the dream .
There was a time,
innumerable times in the corridor of memories,
counting the beauty and sadness,
when happiness Before it was time to pack,
and already lost.
But when, we like nostalgia again,
reminisce about the past and look back on the past.
Facing the days when Homecoming,
can’t help but leave a long string of sighs.
Looking for the scenery that once had you,
Day and night, year after year Year after year,
reminiscing about the madness,
stubborn and so on, knowing that there is no answer…
remembering the past, like a dream,
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Let the heart, greet the flowers and weep,
The frost is cold,
Walking in the wind, the style is infinite,
Those about Your memory is so hard to let go,
I use words to resist the sadness,
a piece of paper is deep and charming,
quiet night, thinking of your thoughts lightly.