Talk about classics at the end of the month

Thanks to the years, let us accompany each other and comfort each other when we are down and out. From then on, we know that there must be a person in this world, like a family member, who can not only share your sufferings with you, but also sincerely share your happiness with you.

Time is like water, time is like lotus. When I am alone, I quietly guard this safe and stable time and space. I am in an excessive, silent and unobtrusive dance, quietly talking to the years. Laugh, the world of mortals is picturesque, and I am happy.

Time holds the long-term care through the branches of time. I waited for a thousand years to make you infatuated and burn the flowering period of your life. Beauty is old, red makeup fades, and you have experienced twists and turns. You have been waiting for me to wash away the lead in Shili Peach Blossom Garden.

Walking on the edge of the years, picking up a bunch of flowers and an expectation inadvertently hurt myself. The wind gently blows sand and falls into sad eyes. How can I find you? The years go by gently, and the time flies alone. How can I try to forget you again? ...

Time flies, the years change, and I am happy when I think back to the road I came, just for a compliment from others; Also lost, just for a failed exam; I also believe that it is only for some inspirational sentences; I also suspect that it is only for an unsatisfactory self-display; I used to hesitate and sigh, and I tried to move forward.

Life is long, the years are in a hurry, and there are always some people coming and going; There are always some people who are near and far away; There are always some feelings, deep and strong; There is always some love that goes deep into people's hearts and bone marrow.

Time is passing quietly, and the years are running secretly. The sun is going home, and the night brings the distance between the sea and the sky closer. My eyes are blurred, and I can't find you, even though my shouts cut through the night sky. ...

Time is like a teenager, full of joy, and time is like an elder, heavy and stagnant. It's great to meet you in a season full of love, but it's a pity to meet you at the wrong time. In the dull time, I met the joy of a flower, but it was mixed with a sad atmosphere.

My long-cherished wish remains the same. I cut the endless years and splashed ink into paper symbols, thinking that I could firmly imprison the love of my last life and get a person's peace of mind. I don't know, so carefully, I still lost the brand I wanted, and I was infected with a sense of sadness. Helpless, I lit an old incense and flipped through the yellow scroll. I suddenly woke up and knelt before the Buddha. However, let me stretch out my hand in every way, but I can't stop the pace of time.

Time flies, the years are not chasing, and in a few decades, things will change rapidly. At this time, the flowers are in bloom, and this situation can wait. At this time, the flowers withered. Can someone come? Life is a hard journey, wandering around, thinking hard, still feeling dark and lamenting the absence of beautiful scenery. When you are in love, peach blossoms are good in March. If you hate not spending nine days, you will only complain. Who will guess who you are hurting and for whom your heart is growing moss? Autumn comes to winter, peach leaves begin to bloom, recalling the flowers of the past, gaunt and suffocating, I wonder how white the dead wood is in spring.

In the long years, learn to keep a simple heart in this world, live more easily, and have fewer troubles. Life is full of scenery in Qian Qian, and we are always in a hurry.

In this fleeting time, I stubbornly learned not to go back to that moment and not to recall those lost dreams, but you in the dream can always arouse my forgotten thoughts.

Years are long, the world of mortals is like the wind, countless dull days, such a past, countless seasons of reincarnation, and years have carved countless wrinkles in my heart. Lonely as smoke, I miss you on lonely days, and you are like a warm, warm and lonely time.

The years with human love are beautiful, and the years with dreams are happy. In time, we have had countless dreams, dreaming of riding a fine horse on the grassland, spirited; Dreaming of walking in the moonlight lotus pond is warm and beautiful ... whether it is realized or not, there will be a trace of happiness in my heart.

Some feelings, in the years, slowly melt away, no longer unforgettable; Some people, at the intersection, slowly go away, as if without a trace; Some things, over time, gradually calm down and no longer tempted.