Six beautiful sentences and fifteen words.

1, life is pious and gentle. The scenery we walked, the people we loved, the past we regretted, the mistakes that happened one after another, and the old footprints on the long road of life are all so simple, right? But can those promises that have been made, those worries that have been lost in the past days, and those moments that are caught off guard really pass by like this?

2, the feeling of happiness is always overwhelmed by thoughts. With you, the world is no matter how big and vast it is, and it is not surprising to leave you. The ocean of the soul will never fade. A little uneasy, a little anxious, is love really despair in loneliness and strength in despair?

3. Be a simple living tree and click on the beauty of the world with your own beauty; Comb the coolness of the world with your own shade; Decorate the passage of time with your own happiness; Use your love to add happiness to the one you love.

4. In this wonderful bodhi world, thank you for meeting flowers; Thank you for regaining your good mood; Thank yourself and find the scattered past!

5. Is it evil to read "Floating Clouds" and suppress such a situation, but to be affectionate to children, beyond words, and to indulge young and frivolous imagination? A voice of "late spring rain can't stop the sound of waves, whenever it rains again in the sky, there are clouds made of rain in the wind" is released from the bottom of my heart.

6, more than ten days of blooming, although gorgeous, in the end it is still too cold to clean up. I love every brief glory, and I love every brief encounter. No one does not long for eternity, and no one does not long for warmth and companionship. Only when it is difficult, love is intentional and the heart is unwilling.

7. It is often said that after a long time, one gets used to loneliness. However, when we open the dusty memory, we find that our vision has become a little blurred. It turns out that we just can't find a life for two people.

Whose story burned my eyes and made tears splash on the paper. I can't help but miss that scene, just sighing for whom. Just to meet in the past. Just because it was nice to meet you once.

9. Stand in front of the flowers and close your eyes. Hold your breath and listen to the sound of petals blooming. Flowers are blooming, which is a language, interpreting the melody of nature. Listen to the sound of flowers, listen to nature, listen to a kind of beauty, listen to paper strings, and let your mood fly.

10, the man who owns the sea is full of luxury of women's water, passing through women's fears, telling ignorant memories, breaking into the bustling territory of a mirage, walking through the lobby of a skyscraper with memories, telling the generosity and heroism in troubled times, and the overflowing breath makes women feel sweet.

1 1, a person, light a cigarette, gently spit out a smoke ring, let the smoke ring trap this lingering loneliness, and watch it slowly spread and fade away. Take a sip of strong tea, blow away the slightly rising white gas, and drink the endless sadness and bitterness of the tongue brought by this loneliness. This may be the taste of loneliness.

12, there are always these wonderful sounds, like strings played one by one, which are interpreted in my life. They are like strange elves, hovering in my world, circling into a ray of sunshine, a touch of purple smoke, a touch of new green and a crescent moon. I often gawk out of the window and stare at the night sky. The lost beauty, the gorgeous sun tomorrow, and the wonderful melody stop in my heart again and again.

13, it turns out that life is so cruel that too many beautiful things can't stand the test of time.

14, it's just that I don't understand the thoughts of rain and the hesitation of falling flowers. I only know that sadness is brewing, injury is releasing, sadness is lingering, and sadness is singing softly. I am full of sadness, just like the thoughts of rain and the hesitation of flowers.

15, who is the complaint of loneliness? Looking back, you are a stranger. Close a roll of Song Ci, the night is already deep. The bitter wind and rain make people worry, and the yearning for acacia is hard to stop. Farewell with a sigh, love is only in the dream of years. Heart, reluctant to go, love, no matter how hard it is to depend on each other. Rainy night, I silently read a person's name in my heart, silently missing, only myself knows.