A collection of exclusive personality quotes for literary and artistic girls

1. The overflowing youth interprets many touching stories

2. The past is easy to be cold, and the flowers bloom and fall to recall the autumn.

3. The world began to feel empty unconsciously, and I was burdened with hardship, regret, and lamentation, with nowhere to hide.

4. Get rid of the burden that has been tortured for a long time, catch the bus of happiness and good mood, and let your soul bathe in sunshine! Bury all the gloom!

5. The past, the past, looking at the pile of photos that were burned to ashes//

6. Life is just a reflection. I once had a love story. When I was young, I was in love.

7. Self-directed and self-acted, with that wanton heartbeat.

8. The second when the temperature of the eye sockets boiled, leaving an engraved line in the years

9. You are the haze that I can’t get out of in this life.

10. The dim moonlight, the ending is forgotten by who.

11. Watch the sunset and say "I love you" to the sea.

12. Where you are, even a rainy day is like sunshine.

13. A flower from the other side blooms in vanity for you. Can it bloom this beautiful vanity for you?

14. I want to become a sunflower and always smile at the sun.

15. The artistic conception is beautiful, the sky is still so blue and clear. ㄟ

16. The sun is shining all over the city, looking for your shadow in the treacherous light.

17. Youth has a price, give yourself a deadline ∞

18. Standing in the clouds with your back to the sun, one side is beautiful and delicate, the other side is obscure and empty.

19. The sun shines on the body, but I can’t feel any warmth.

20. In that prosperous time, we were so lonely that we were hurt beyond recognition.

21. Reach out and touch the elusive sunshine.

22. ╰丶The sun shines through the window, playing peacefully.

23. The carousel is the cruelest game in the world, chasing each other but always separated by a sad distance.

24. You must know that sunflowers will only face the sun until the day they die.

25. Your smile makes that bouquet of purple-blue lavender beautiful.

26. The past can no longer be remembered today, and a pair of eyes that only know how to cry shed tears again and again.

27. Like a gorgeous swallowtail butterfly, it loses its former glory and turns into a dead leaf. Rotate, fly, and finally sink into the dirty swamp.

28. A big heart was drawn with red chalk in the sky in Russia recently.

29. It was raining. I stood in front of the window and watched the rain. It hurt me so much.

30. A shooting star that is too late to make a wish is in vain in the United States.

31. The intertwined love has traveled through time and reincarnation.

32. - I will engrave you in someone else’s memory and let her help me remember you forever

33. Poems about this beauty that will only bloom in dreams. Buried In the depth of memory. Don’t forget this life in the next life.

34. Carrying the lingering fragrance of life, carrying our hope

35. The smile is so bright in the sun, I relied on him like my life. Seeing the reluctance and determination in his sad eyes, he didn't hesitate at all when he fell down.

36. Can you let me have a dream, such an obsessed dream

37. Illusions and fantasies are everywhere, and dreams grow and perish at the same time

38. If I could go back in time, I would like to freeze you in the summer I forgot.

39. The flowers blooming from the rose have no fragrance. I miss someone, miss a pain, don’t shed tears, don’t talk. 40. He and I were once in a certain blank paragraph in our lives. Here, we borrowed each other's hesitation to keep warm.

41. I understand that fallen leaves wither in the wind and fall on the ground.

42. At the end of this winter, I hold the sadness and dance with it.

43. The sky is as blue as when I first met you.

44. The sunshine penetrates into my eyes and tells me that I am not alone.

45. The flowers bloomed and tears fell. The sky was filled with the fragrance of flowers, but the tears couldn't stop staying.

46. Many years later, I began to believe that some things or some people are just our memories.

47. You are as confusing as a bright neon.

48. The present... cannot hide all the tragedies in the future...

49. Night. It's beautiful, that corner belongs to me

50. Listen to the sound of rain. It's so cold. Mori literary sentences

1. The Buddha said that there is nothing outside the heart, whether it is giving up or seeking, it only depends on your thoughts. Perhaps, the eager pursuit will eventually make oneself physically and mentally exhausted, or perhaps the scheming will eventually make oneself worldly and mediocre.

2. Sometimes, I often try to figure out the expression and clothes of the poet when he writes. Is he twirling his beard and chanting, or looking up to the sky and roaring? Is it with a low eyebrow and a slight groan, or is it in deep contemplation? Is it plain clothes with a scarf, or is it a light belt? Is it a plain dress or a ring?

3. Extraordinary, wearing a brocade quilt, turning sideways, an ancient woman's boudoir came into view, with a guqin standing in the corner, a bronze mirror on the wooden dressing table, and the whole room Everything is so fresh and relaxing.

4. Whose deep attachment has been buried in the long world of mortals? A scroll of paintings disturbs whose love affair? A song of lovesickness, whose passionate eyes are you resenting? I can't see through the desolation of the end of the song and people are gone; I can't describe the ups and downs of origin and destruction; I can't see through the nothingness of the flowers, water and moon through the lens. Who has conquered my city, and whose heart have I betrayed? From then on, that touch of face was forgotten at the end of the world. I burned incense in my previous life, but I missed the emotional lingering with you for a lifetime. As promised, it will always be a beautiful dream that lingers around Huangliang.

5. The most painful thing in the world is that when sadness comes, you still have to put on a show and smile in response. On one side, there are thousands of tears; on the other side, I proudly raise my face and smile at the white clouds in the sky.

6. In everyone’s heart, there is actually love, and it has always been there. I guess it's not marriage, it's not a promise, it's not a family. It is a smell. It leads people to move forward blindly without being able to touch it.

7. Some people say that memories are a kind of taste. It cannot be released, let alone traced. I wrote my longings in the wind, and there was no time difference in my smart words. My brows and eyes were wet with my poems, and there was a wave of light blue in my eyes. You are walking in the chapter of my old age, and I would like to sleep in the purple inkstone for the rest of my life, harvesting the fragrance of autumn books for you with a smile. As I put down the pen and put down the words, I was trying to find you in the ancient charm of the Tang Dynasty and Song Dynasty, and the ancient alley in the south of the Yangtze River where I met you.

8. When people are traveling, there are many things that cannot be controlled by oneself; there are many encounters that will never be forgotten. Dreams are in the horizon, dreams are in front of you, looking for dreams, sailing in the vast sea; chasing the wind, enjoying a kind of leisure. The passing years are pure and simple, even if the road ahead is full of thorns, tolerate everything with the state of mind of the sea, examine life with the openness of the sea, and depict the joys, anger, sorrows and joys of life as the thousands of turns of the soul, when the mood is splashing like a flower, When the mortal world smiles, what we realize is not a kind of transcendence and happiness? !

9. There are white marble pillars standing at the four corners of the room, and the surrounding walls are all carved with white stone bricks. Orchids carved from gold bloom coquettishly among the white stones, and cyan gauze curtains blow in the wind. Yang, Cha Qinghen stood in this ten-meter-high building, if it weren't for the killer's unique town

10. Floor-to-ceiling windows, inside the window, the bright light spread all over the ground, and outside the window, the ground was multiplied with greenery. , the tassels on the curtains are fluttering, the most beautiful at this moment. At this time, just experience it carefully, the most true and beautiful place is the quiet place.

11. The rain is falling, it is useless to gaze and worry about yourself, where are you left in the world of mortals? Amid the turmoil of the world, the figure in the blue shirt kept floating in my mind and folded thousands of times.

12. The road ahead is still very long, and we are destined to wander, looking for our own paradise countless times, wanting to strand our souls. We are not afraid of the bumps and thorns, but we are not afraid. Know how far you are from your dream goal.

13. Know how to comprehend, open your heart at the right time, let your long-lost sunny heart freely bathe in that dazzling light, let the wind blow, let the rain hit, hold on to a piety, and In the quietness, worship is filled with fragrant flowers all over the place.

14. See through, calm your mind, lock yourself in silence, bury yourself there, let the lights outside the window be bright, the grass grow and the orioles fly, let your tired heart quietly inhabit the flowing water, and give up The world is tiring.

15. The sun shines through the overlapping clouds, and it also brings a cold temperature. Missing is like a vine, starting to grow crazily. Then it overflowed and wrapped tightly around my heart, making it suffocating.

16. No matter how many years I live or how many people I meet, I will never, ever find you again.

17. The hurt under the eyelashes is the scenery and the heart of someone passing by.

18. The lingering poetry is painted in the palm of the hand; half of it is bright, hanging between the eyebrows; half of it is sad, hidden in the heart. In the hands, in the eyebrows, in the heart, from the outside to the inside, create a real me without impurities.

19. If you write love as an immortal legend at the gates of the city, will you brave the ice and snow and brave the thorns to come?

20. Hold a handful of sea water, moisten your eyes, watch the wind blow thousands of piles of snow, smile and watch the falling flowers, all the past are transformed into water-like agarwood that lasts for many years at the shore; take in the deepness of your heart , refreshing the heart, those lingering frustrations are all transformed into clouds and clouds in silence.

21. Thousands of years of love are composed of songs, and the passage of time is thousands of times. How much love is in the mortal world, the heart is as if it is floating in the dust, and the beauty is gratuitous.

22. The mist and rain are like weaving, and the fallen flowers are blown by the wind. A touch of fragrance in the world, a drop of tears in the lake of intoxication. With bare hands, I brushed aside the rain curtain of time, and in the depths of the fallen red, a piccolo was still blowing in the willow wind. It lacked the indifferent tranquility and gained more happiness and sadness.

23. I once wanted to ferry to the Peach Blossom Land alone, but I didn’t want to startle a group of gulls and herons, but I was helpless in the final struggle; I once wanted to hold a glass of plum blossom wine and raise my glass to the moon, but it ended up in a banquet of people drinking and drinking. 中;I once wanted to soak in the incense of ink and paper, and rest in a pure land, but I was lingering in the hustle and bustle of the world.

24. The coolness slowly soaked through my memories. The little girl with a naked face, the girl who buried flowers in the sunset, and the woman who was used to filling the blank space in her heart with words have now been traced. seek.

25. The passing old time has actually come in a circle and washed over each of them again.

26. What Match said is better. She said that men are all lower-body animals. Those men keep telling you that they will give you happiness in the second half of your life, but they actually mean they will give you happiness in the second half of your life

27. We do live a difficult life. We have to bear all kinds of external pressures, and we also have to face our own hearts. of confusion. When you are struggling, if someone looks at you with understanding, you will feel the warmth of life. Maybe just a brief glance is enough to make me excited.

28. As time goes by with memories, we have to forgive that goodbye and forget the warmth of that hug.

29. If possible, my dear, please allow me to hold a piece of paper under the green lamp and ink, and chant thousands of thoughts for you in this life. When the wind of the season blows down the enchanting scenery, I will still stand at the ferry of time and watch the green road when I come. If it is possible, my dear, please allow me to be infatuated with you in the depths of my soul for years to come. Even though tears shed through the vicissitudes of life, I don’t want to sleep on the same bed as my pillow, I just want to sing the song Butterfly Lovers.

30. The world is so imperfect. If you want to gain something, you have to lose something.

31. If the years are a song, then we are the singers. Even if we are lonely, we will still sing tenaciously; if the years are a journey, then we are the travelers, walking and dreaming. , make life abundant.

How long is life? What kind of affectionate expression should be used to interpret the passing years? Standing in front of the sea, what you feel is not only the insignificance of a drop in the sea, but also the majesty of the vast water. Looking quietly at the sea, what is full is the dream, and what is peaceful is the heart

32. You floated into my heart and controlled my world. You made my world gray. Are you tired? Please leave when you are tired!

33. The world is the most heart-warming, the world is the most painful love, in this mortal world, you and I are immersed in it.

34. The Zen room is spotless, and a cup of light tea turns from hot to cold. The futon, wooden fish, and scriptures tell the story of the Buddha's loneliness, but also the ethereal calmness that sees through the world of mortals. Listening to the Sanskrit sounds and looking at the bell engraved with Sanskrit characters, my heart was unknowingly infected and became clear and peaceful. I think that in my previous life, I must have been a speck of dust in the Buddhist hall, listening to Sanskrit sounds and the teachings of the Buddha every day. With a bodhi mind, you can still smile as brightly as before despite suffering all the hardships in this world.

35. Wanwan’s graceful heartstrings have an indescribable sad beauty, describing the melody of butterflies that we float in the air. The sound is clear and the rhyme is long.

36. When I finally know what love is, I can no longer come back. Just like when I know what fleeting time is, love will pass away with the wind.

37. Covered in the moonlight, shadowy. The intoxication seems to be right in front of you, but also seems to be far away in the depths of the mountains. Walking slightly slowly, holding a glass of wine and raising a glass, drink a glass of sad wine to extinguish the sadness and slow down the flow of thoughts. In the distance of the pool, there are three or two fishing lanterns, a few small boats scattered here and there, and the sound of flutes flying away, like an illusion interpreting a dream, but it really lingers in the ears. At the first sound, the sword was silent, the three-foot green blade was shining with cold light, and at the last glance, a red plum blossom fell into pieces and drifted in the rain. The cold is to the bone!

38. The vast land can be destroyed with one sword, where will the bustling music and songs fall. Leaning against the clouds, thousands of pots hide my loneliness, even if others laugh at me in vain.

39. Taste the fragrance of flowers, fold a piece of sadness, and paint it on my face for the world to see; break a piece of medicinal herbs, pick up a trace of sadness, and hide it in my heart. Once upon a time, you and I cut candles from the west window beside the thatched hut in the Jiangnan water town; Once upon a time, you and I depended on each other under the lush bodhi trees; Once upon a time, I polished off your writing under the bright starry sky on a moonlit night. How many times have I whispered to you? The whispers of love linger in the days when flowers bloom all the time. In those days, there is our most ignorant and pure love.

40. The faint sound of the piano and the fragrance of falling flowers. While I was pondering, your voice came on the wind: flowers bloom for a season and stay together for a lifetime. It’s just this life, but why, why didn’t I meet you earlier? Suddenly speechless, I saw some pale words gathering together, but then dispersed indifferently in helplessness. Tears soaked the beauty and wet the spring clothes.

41. Use a match to burn a mirage and use the heavy rain to escape. Forest literary sentences

42. What is the most true? Take off the mask, let go of the baggage, and live your true self in this world. For a flower, you can talk to yourself until dusk; for a tree, you can let yourself go until dusk; for a leaf, you can stare at it until you cry. A pure me and a melancholy me are the truest self.

43. The smoke is flowing down and weaving silk flowers, and the jade waves are flowing in the breeze. The traces of clouds and rain were once companions, and the cold bridge was left alone with its sad shadow in the sky. In the evening, the east wind blows into the night, and the flowers in the rivers south of the Yangtze River are about to burn. The river breeze blows the blue stems on the temples, and I hate to see the plum calyx in the south of the Yangtze River. There are two lines about missing the wild goose. When the word "wild goose" comes back, there is a blank line of painting and ink. The writing on the case is horizontal, the red face is like peeling, and the three feet of red gauze lapel are filled with tears.

44. Distance gradually becomes infinite, distance continues like spring water. Ouyang Xiu's "Treading on the Sand"

45. There is a group of people who love literature and words. Sometimes they like to be naughty and sometimes sad. They use words to express their voices to the world. They have a ** *The same name is called literary youth. They like others to call themselves literary young people, which is a kind of recognition and affirmation.

46. A pool of tenderness, a touch of fragrance, and the flowers outside the bridge are the story of growing old. The blushing cheeks are lonely and crimson in the legend of flower rain in March.

47. I always thought that people grow old slowly. Actually no, people grow old in an instant.

48. I hope that on some beautiful street corner, I will meet you, and then meet myself

49. A person must be crazy once in his life, no matter it is for a person , a love, a journey, or a dream.

50. In late autumn, when the flowers are in full bloom, I can get rid of my fatigue and embark on a journey alone. In the late autumn, when it was not too late, I walked along the railway track with the light rain. I stood by the window and waited quietly. I watched the scenery change through the train window, and the blurry light appeared, weaving into streams of light, and my heart was filled with mist. I could only wait quietly. . Late autumn. Dry rain. Come in a dream.

51. The lights are shining, the voices are dim, and the songs are endless.

52. The air that has been exposed to the rain, the tired sadness, the fairy tale in my memory has slowly melted.

53. In my previous life, I burned incense under the Bodhisattva to exchange for the happiness of staying together with you. Therefore, I look forward to a peaceful stay together in the noisy world of mortals, which is joy. What I want is the simplicity of leaning on the building and listening to the wind and rain, just looking at the ordinaryness of Jianghu Road, just laughing and listening to the calmness of the misty rain falling, twirling my fingers and expressing my heartfelt joy, never getting tired of looking at each other, and repairing fences and planting chrysanthemums with the gesture of looking at each other. , keep a peace of mind, play the piano and harp for the first time, devote your life's tenderness, facing the sea, the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming.

54. I always meet you in my dreams, the only me, the only you, smiling only at me, how beautiful my mood is. However, he was always awakened by mocking laughter. When I wake up every morning and lie there, I think about you. Every face of yours, the one who laughs and the one who doesn't smile occasionally, are as beautiful as a dream. But I know that I will always wake up from the dream, but I don’t know where I will be forgotten when I wake up from the dream.

55. If I was destined in my previous life, I would like every sound of nature to shake the geese and make me sad, waiting for you to come and play with me. If there is a dream in this life, I would like to make a wish for you sincerely. Your peace in my life is the warmest thing in my life, and your sweet words and smiles are my greatest wish. I only hope that you will go to meet me in this prosperous age. In your tenderness like water, I will fall in love with you step by step and be in harmony with each other. In the passing years, I will grow old together.

56. I have been wandering for so long and still don’t want to go home, because if you are not at home, I will never have a home. A collection of literary sentences about the forest genre

57. Facing the sea, with spring flowers blooming, give your heart a harbor, where the wind and rain are full of laughter; give your heart a piece of blue, search and meditate. Walk lightly.

58. In the past, there were high-rise buildings where people sang in the morning and sang in the evening, and there were dancing sleeves that captivated the city and the country.

59. At a certain moment when the years are broken, I travel through the bricks and tiles of Qin and Han Dynasties and ask what love is in the world.

60. Life goes all the way, but memories cannot go back. The existence of jumping memories makes it impossible for people to completely connect the past, and there are always abyss that cannot be jumped over those most unforgettable moments. Feeling sad, feeling lost, feeling sad

61. The night is still young, the shooting stars are falling, and the love is gone. Love is always a legend in the night.

62. When a person is about to die, he will experience tidal breathing. That was the last breath before life ceased. It was so turbulent, like the sound of the ocean.

63. I am drunk by the high mountains and flowing water, and cherish the music of my friends. Qingqing Zijin, caressing in my heart, when I meet love at the corner, two lonely hearts will have a harbor to dock from now on. All the time spent looking at each other will be in the place of expectation, and will become a sincere love all the way.

64. There is a memory that cannot be shaken off today. It is fixed there. No matter how much attention is diverted, it is like thick blood that cannot be shaken off.

65. Life is originally a drama, and it becomes complicated and confusing because of love. To put it more interestingly, it becomes more interesting. Who hasn’t had a love story in their youth, and who hasn’t done something in love that they are too stupid to admit? Of course there is someone other than that person. Some people just ignore it. It's not sewing clothes. Everywhere has to be sewn.

66. Learn to look at gains and losses with a simple heart. We often want to have many things, but in fact, when we get those things, it may also cause other troubles. When we fight with the simplest heart, we are pure and our mood is happy. If beautiful scenery exists somewhere in the world, it is better to say that it exists in a clean heart, with an open-minded, bright and cheerful mind. This is the most beautiful scenery in the world.

67. You seem to be in a mountain stream, with vast green water. Your gentle calls knock away the sadness, turning the ground blue.

68. You who are determined to leave are so indifferent that you cannot see my regrets and my repentant heart.

There is no room for sadness. No matter how much I regret, I can't keep you or our earth-shaking love.

69. The broken words on the tip of the pen are full of heartfelt words. I feel grateful for every moment I spent with you, and those happy faces can only be missed quietly in the passing years.

70. Even flowers and beautiful families are no match for the passing years. What are the literary and artistic sentences in the forest genre?

71. There is no effective method in the world that can make people not lonely or lonely. QQ personality talk about the aesthetic style of literary and artistic forest girls

1. On that sparsely populated street, touch the faint wounds of autumn.

2. Even if the expired promise is broken, I will bury it in my heart

3. Bury the mottled tears and lock the story door after turning the corner

4. You are like sunshine to me, but there will always be sunset

5. In the invisible corner, the secret that the sun cannot shine in

6. " Look at that street lamp, dark yellow, lighting up that corner of the place, involving the lingering past

7. If we cherish each other, why hold hands and ask about the past?

8. The floating clouds are like you. , how can we stay for the ordinary? 9. Who draws the earth as a prison for whom?

10. Fate, waiting silently at a certain ferry. Carrying love. Two empty hearts, coincidentally.

11. My tears fell on the broken flowers and fell to pieces.

12. Then I will accompany you. , Look at all the smiling stars.

13. Pick up the fragments of memory, and stab your hands piecemeal

14. The calm air surrounds you, making time unbalanced. .

15. There is a smell of doom in the air, and the horizon is burning wildly.

16. Let all the songs be silent and lament this sad time for me.

17. The shadow you left behind lengthened the figure under the street lamp and we parted.

18. The red dust on the road is among the clouds and water, and the flowers and willows are in the smoke of Molly's rouge.// < /p>

19. Prevent your troubles and calm yourself

20. Love and hate have been entangled for several lives in the world of mortals.

21. Look at the moment. The wooden block full of fame is not far away, and I seem to have forgotten the unforgettable time.

22. Who has forgotten the fleeting and peaceful years

23. The whole play ends. , seeing empty seats and lights on, this story is both real and imaginary.

24. Even if the memories fade, happiness is still far away.

25. The scenery of the journey. The beauty of it makes us have to stop and feel it with our heart

26. "A thousand years of tears have been shed to commemorate your beauty.

27. The dim light passes through the night. The loneliness and longing wake you and me up again and again

28. The long gone old time has carved countless lingering smiles, and the lingering wishes play with my inseparable feelings.

29. The momentary noise mocks the eternal music.

30. The fingertips pass through the dark years, and the passing years do not hide the coolness.

31. The yearning for sunflowers, why doesn’t the sun know how to cherish it.

32. ╰Missing is like a door that cannot be closed tightly, there is happiness dust in the air

33. Summer Momo, what you give me is not worth my silence

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34. The thin clouds cover the sunset again, I am dreaming in the west wing, and my clothes are full of tears.

35. Fuyuki’s ancient rain soaked the warm little emotions.

36. The sun is so lazy and dazzling that it can dry the tears in your eyes

37. I stand at a directionless intersection and watch you running happily. .

38. The beauty of sunflowers is always proud of the sunshine

39. Find someone to watch the spring flowers bloom and watch the sunrise and sunset together

40. The elegance behind the falling cherry blossoms hides an unspeakable word.

41. Look at the flowers floating all over the sky, withering at the most beautiful moment. Who will remember that she has been in this world.

42. The love in fairy tales is so touching.

43. The mortal world is like a dream, and the dream touches the soul.

44. When you are not around, a person feels desolate.

45. Why can flowers fly only when they die?

46. Tears are words that my heart cannot express.

47. After the vicissitudes of life, why do we remain as lonely as before but would rather be strangers?

48. I once tried to count the wounds you gave me with a smile, but in the end the tears flowed out with the smile. Eye sockets.

49. The silence that cannot be melted, the sadness that cannot be relieved, leave because you want to be retained.

50. All things today are like water without a trace, tomorrow and evening, you are no longer a stranger. 2020 Forestry Literature and Art Retro Autograph Collection

Women don’t care about being decent, being decent is because they are not tempted enough! Men don't care about loyalty, loyalty is because the stakes for betrayal are too low!

Looking at the wooden blocks engraved with honors that are not far away, I seem to have long forgotten that they were unforgettable.

The years are long and the clothes are thin. I want to give you thousands of miles, but the mountains and rivers are separated by mountains and rivers.

The texture of the palm of the hand, the arrival of early summer, overflows with a playful atmosphere

The dry tears drip between the fingers, and the memory is like scattered paper fragments.

When happiness knocked on the door, I was not at home. From now on, I will be at home every day to watch for the arrival of happiness.

When the secular world is clear, maybe I will accompany you to listen to the warm music of Yin Yin.

Bonuses fade easily like a man's love, and unlimited water flows like a farmer's sorrow.

Bear it alone, cover your wounds, and always want to leave. Saying that you don’t love me without waiting for me will always feel uncomfortable. You can’t force it.

Everyone will be sad for the one they love, only the sun blooms in the brightest corner.

It’s a pity that you are used to riding the strongest horse and drinking the strongest wine, but you still have to ride the horse to whistle the west wind.

I don’t want to be like the wind, dew, or morning fog, I just want to be as gorgeous as fireworks.

The total area of ??the intestinal tract is 200 square meters. Our house is not as big as the place where shit lives. We are really worse than shit~

Walking through the gaps in the trees, the theme of taking stock of the years╯ < /p>

When the flowers have fallen and the birds have disappeared, I look back. When people go and lose their lives, where are the people of the past?

The past is easily forgotten, and the flowers bloom and fall, recalling the autumn.

The Mercedes-Benz Trojan horse will make you forget your pain. .

Listen to the broken string and cut off those three thousand obsessions. The falling flowers are obliterated, and the wind is obliterated. If the flower is pity, it falls on whose fingertips.

I only hope that this prosperous life and all the gorgeous youth will be just like the first time I saw you.

Masked Confession, not being honest with yourself -

I am so glad that in the dim light of the drizzle that is about to end, I have been waiting for a meeting that was long overdue.

When the leaves leave, it is because of the pursuit of the wind or the unwillingness of the tree.

youre the spark in my life. You are the spark in my life.

Who uses emotion to describe the beauty of embracing each other?

The prosperity has disappeared, things have changed and people have changed, but how long has passed?

You passed by my heart and wrote down the clearness of the vast expanse.

I will run towards you desperately just because you are so paranoid that you are not like me. You just smile calmly there.

I want to cook snow with you. Make tea, white head to the end of the world, thousands of lights, return home after the moon sets.

Ten miles of peach blossoms, ten miles of fragrant fragrance, bursts of flower fragrance, bursts of you, three miles of breeze, three miles of road, step by step in the wind, step by step you.

Instead of being a rose, be the weeds in your heart. A little bit of moisture will make them grow wildly, and they will grow again if they are not burned out.

You are at the top of the mountain, and I am at the river, unable to see and unable to forget.

I promise that one person will show his preference and use his generosity in this life. We cannot be dependent on each other, but we hope we will stick to each other.

I look back every step of the way. The mountains are like the eyes of old friends, and the willow trees are like delicate hands. After meeting you, it is difficult to walk every step of the way.

Before I met you, I was just a blank piece of paper. After meeting you, I turned into a stack of love letters. ~

Life is slow and time is wandering. I want to wander with you, from north to south, from peace to decay.

I am waiting for the wind waiting for you, too.

Be a girl, always pregnant with spring, put poems in your heart, and put cream on your face.

I like spring flowers, summer trees, autumn dusk, winter sunshine, and you every day.

I still like you very much, like the afterglow before sunset, I can’t bear to leave.

I want to write my love for you to the mountains and rivers. Even the air I breathe is sweet. My smell is all around you. I want to occupy everything about you.

Secret love is the wind, liking is the tsunami, and love is the sea. Keren is an isolated island.

It’s a pity that you are used to riding the strongest horse and drinking the strongest wine, but you still have to ride the horse to whistle the west wind.

Only when the wind blows away the petals can we smell the fragrance of the flowers. When people have gone far, it is too late to hope that time will return.

Listen to a wind song, draw two figures, and say that I am lucky to meet you in my three lives.

The encounter was like a spring breeze, and it turned out to be you. Falling in love is as long as the mountains and rivers are wide, and in the end it is you.

You are a tourist in the mountains. You love the world as your home while walking, and you are passionate by nature. I am a cat breeder in the market, I don’t look at passers-by, I don’t change lovers.

Wandering children in the world, in the rivers and lakes that are suddenly clear and sometimes rainy, I wish you can have a dream like a horse and always be able to live anywhere.

The sun is shining brightly in spring, the mountains are green in summer, the trees are green in autumn, and the sun is scorching in winter. I wish to be with you forever.

I am a nameless thief. I steal your name to brew wine at dusk. One drink lasts a lifetime. I am willing to be drunk.

Migratory birds with unknown addresses come and go from north to south. When they travel through this dreamland, they all become two-tongued birds, crying twice and laughing twice.

The mountains and rivers are magnificent, the years are dull, and the world of mortals is nothing compared to the love you gave me.

I still like you very much, like the old city gate that has been waiting for an old friend for many years, standing alone.

You are a wanderer in the mountains, traveling around the world and loving your home. You are passionate by nature, while I am a cat lady in the market. I can only love one person in my life.

How I want to be your deer, watch the sunrise over the mountain stream with you, spend a long afternoon with you, and then walk through the endless night together.

I still like you, like the wind that has traveled eight thousand miles without asking the date of return.

In the evening breeze of July, on the swing under the moon, the poet raises his glass to invite the bright moon; lovers hold hands, alone and alone, filling the world with joy and sorrow, each of which has nothing to do with it.

Let life be beautiful like summer flowers, death like autumn leaves. Let life be beautiful like summer flowers, death like autumn leaves.

Life has both gains and losses. If you have the breeze, you must give it back the bright moon.

Waiting for the wind, waiting for the rain, waiting for you, can you wait for a spring breeze to bring joy to your horse's hoof disease?

People who love daydream always have spring, summer, autumn and winter in their hearts.

It is so good to see you in front of me in the mist and mist, and the entire Jiangnan is laughing.