A very literary sentence

1, it turned out that some waiting was not worth it, but it turned out to be a drop in the ocean for so many years. We are just a drop in the ocean, and the miracles and sufferings given by fate are beyond our control. In the face of this, all we can do may be to wait, but waiting requires courage, and we must have the courage to bear the result that is completely different from waiting for the result.

2. In the years between my fingers, I have rendered flawless and mottled color sculptures, and the sad city still draws a stroke of ink and traces of the four monsoon. Smile covers the lonely tears, because, in the whirling years, no one knows each other. Those who forget the past are sighing at the beginning of dreams and gazing at them in the depths of sadness. In the end, it's just like water passing by, the breeze is sad, and old dreams are hard to pick up.

Sunset broke the autumn sky and still reflected the way home. Long-lost wandering style, full of tired simple notes, accompanied by withering and haggard, meets the mottled remnants of the years, splashing a few hairspring-like sighs in my heart, letting the years hold the hand of writing and listen to the running water; Fluctuating in the sea of wandering hearts, calling; "Who is mottled in the whirling years?" Only one night of drunkenness was another sleepless night in Qiu Si.

4. Fingertips touch the glass window, and the sneer alarmed the fragile soul, and waves of bitterness came like waves. If such sour pain can replace heartbreak, let him stay longer, so that time will forget me, so that you can hide here, let those weak people dance, let those fragile entertainment, and let that tight heart relax less.

On the road of life, after countless stops, there will always be strange or familiar scenery. The passers-by mentioned in time are just people and things destined to pass by, and not many of them are deliberately remembered or forgotten. What spreads in the interlacing of black and white is nothing more than the darkness that sadness has crossed. In the corner of memory, it tells all the unfinished things. The coolness that stops at the fingertips is a tiny fragment that once bloomed in the years.

6. Acacia has become a kind of self-comfort in many people's lives. When the moon is full, they miss endlessly. When the moon is short, they are disappointed and think about all the joys and sorrows related to love in the years. In the emotional world, we have been carrying all the clangs forward, regardless of the wind and rain, regardless of the sunny weather.

7. True love is that people are thousands of miles away, but their dreams and souls depend on each other; True love is when the years pass, but never leave; True love is giving to each other without regrets.

8. Someone once said, Never leave each other. But after all, I didn't say anything, and I threw it to each other in the blink of an eye. However, I have always believed. Then all the way to chase, thorns all over the body, still unwilling to admit it. That's my belief. I can't give up. Forgive me for being so weak.

9. Time flies and the years are silent. Days pass quietly like a trickle, but only time flows away from you, and what settles down is the happiness and happiness, warmth and warmth that accompany you all the way. For me, in this drifting autumn, I feel very poetic. I just want to do one thing, pick a crimson maple leaf and gently carve my heart, "Xuan-love for you is my unchanging theme in this life"! Then, happily send it to the city with you. From then on, in my heart, in my life, I will gently hold your promise and wait for you forever on the other side of the years!

10, life is naturally infatuated, and this complaint has nothing to do with romance. Who is sincere to whom? () Who is crazy about who? Who is looking for who in autumn water? Who was hurt for whom? It's all white lines that you and I can't untie. If you don't have a chance to live in the world, you can get tired of this life.

1 1. There are single cherry blossoms and double cherry blossoms. When the flowers bloom, the trees are full of brilliance and fragrance. A single cherry is as white as snow, and a double cherry is like fire. However, whether it is single cherry or double cherry, their flowering time is not long. After more than 20 days, they are colorful and covered with trees. They are very anxious.

12, the moon, the moon, a friend who died young, you make me heartache, sparse stars, why are you so gloomy tonight? The river of the years keeps flowing, and the waves push one layer at a time, washing away tears. Heart, endless sorrow, eyes, endless sorrow. Every grass, tree, flower and tree blooms in the middle of the night, who knows, who knows? Life and death are life, only normal!

13, ethereal thoughts, sad memories of the past, all kinds of things in the world, broken banks, three mountains and five mountains, shocking prestige, flowing water in Changji, gentle feelings, can not help but overflow with leisure.

14, if you want to turn intoxication into sadness, singing can't hurt your heart. This chaotic world is full of despair and sadness. You want to be a brave man and live a vigorous life for love and faith. You are full of incomparable aura and light. Your talent and reputation are comparable to your father's. You are such a proud and lonely person. You haven't said anything about your one-inch mania. It has rained several times.

15 As night falls, autumn rain kisses the gauze curtain as thin as cicada's wings and beats it rhythmically on the window lattice, adding infinite artistic conception. In my mind, in happiness and tranquility, I twisted my heartstrings, and in the affectionate rainy night, I turned into gentle and graceful like water. At this moment, the rain outside the window is no longer cold autumn rain. In my eyes, it is a soft, coquettish girlish feeling, pity, love, softness and moisture ... In my heart, it is a kind of longing, longing for a bright future, hugging you in the rainy season, and letting love bloom freely under the oil-paper umbrella, the bluestone edge and the lilac lane ...

16, in life; There are always too many regrets to remember, in the years; Repeated mottling always outlines countless broken hearts. Too much persistence can't be put down, just; That unyielding pain, meeting unexpectedly is the most beautiful accident. Words can still be gorgeous and simple, and years cannot be beautiful dreams. Happiness is not a luxury, sadness, but often decadence.

17, dyeing window. Like a winding breeze, but it doesn't seem to be full. Outside the book, I stay in youth, the season is in chaos, and I hate it. Light eyebrows and drunken eyes, red makeup and light powder, and old love for dust. Only the bright moon, dry Kun turn, the country is mountains and rivers. The second beauty, doubt is to eulogize the return to shore.

18, a love affair, weighed repeatedly, finally deepened the continuation of the years. What did you get in the end and what did you lose in the end? Perhaps, only meditation will understand that in this way of remembering, we often get less happiness than pain. Acacia became a ruin, and nothing was caught except lamenting the moon disciple.

19. In the past, Yi Yan was pure and as bright as jade. Many people find wealth and cling to it, fearing to lose it like a fragrance. At that time, it was the confessor who met you after being baptized. He only knows how to appreciate fragrance, but he doesn't know how to cherish jade. No matter how clever he is, he can't cover up the dust accumulated on him for a long time, make you or make him. As a result, confusion strengthens dramatic friendship, and pain is just simple pain.

20. I used to think that people who loved each other must be together. Only together can their relationship last. However, this shore and the other shore are just gaps in space, but they can't lengthen the distance of the soul.

2 1, late autumn is far away, and the wind is blowing slowly, but it is also bleak. In autumn, there are not only Ye Er flying all over the sky, but also osmanthus fragrance everywhere. Autumn rhyme is getting stronger, osmanthus flowers are in full bloom in the yard, and the whole yard is fragrant, overflowing with the flavor of My Sweetie. Strings of golden flowers, bunches, piled up and dotted among the dense green leaves. Warm as children's smiling faces, it seems to inject a beautiful scenery into this cold autumn.

22. I have always been obsessed with a simple lifestyle. I just want to look at the clouds and clouds with a indifferent heart and watch the seasons change. Many out-of-season things are bound to be left behind by time, just like the once lush autumn leaves. When life dries up, they will eventually leave the blood. And I, who have been here all the time, unload my baggage and stand in the monsoon with the attitude of a tree forever, holding my head high towards the endless warm blue sky.