Angel's feelings on earth

Fireworks in March, the spring season finally came to me, and this spring with birds and flowers caught my eye. My eyes are smiling and my heart is warm. Just because I met you, you are an angel on earth.

I want to start writing early, but I can't brew my ideas. Why do you think it is? I miss you very much, but I don't want to tell you anything. At this time, I want to write you into my poem and walk through the bright spring in the silent night. That is the language of love I sing for you.

Breeze and scorching sun, unscrupulously releasing the melody of summer outside the window, the breath of spring has gradually drifted away, afraid of the scorching sun, twisting a few silver wires under several windows, embroidering the whisper of red dust. Looking through the watery thoughts, I put tenderness into the silk thread, let go of the ripples in my heart, twist acacia into this brocade, shed a thread of affection, take off a wisp of coolness, embroider my heart, and let those broken dreams fly in my memory.

Cut a piece of sorrow, touch a few silver threads of the years, shuttle through the world of mortals, fingers gently rise and fall in mottled memories, needles and threads shuttle through each other's past, and the scene is in a trance.

Sing a poem of Tang and Song Dynasties, play a piano, let the ancient rhyme drift through your heart, calm down, sort out your thoughts, and shake off the memory of the past drifting on the brocade, one stitch at a time. Brocade and silk are embroidered with sunny days, birds and flowers, and April days on earth.

Gently sewing a needle and thread, causing ripples in my memory. Travel-stained figures floated before my eyes, stopping, staring, holding hands and leaving. It seems that all the ancient stories are involved in sadness and parting, and then only endless thoughts are left, which may be doomed to the long-cherished wish of the world. Unconsciously, brocade is densely covered, from the acquaintance in winter to the parting in summer. Meeting and parting are like a graceful word, which is beautiful.

Stroking a heart mark quietly embroidered in your hand, as quiet as a spring, the needle mark is spotless. Bit by bit, trace, chat to send mood. Qian Qian's knot, after several twists and turns, embroidered an ink brocade, which rendered the world of mortals for you and me. One thought danced lightly on plain brocade, another old dream sighed in loneliness, and a line of clear tears dyed the past red. When the fingers fall gently, the tears have mottled the traces of memory, the heart has grown weeds, the trembling hands have shaken off a few silver lines, and your face can no longer be embroidered.

Embroidered for a thousand years, I miss the ground at dusk, so I embroidered my love for you with this piece of plain silk. So quietly put you in my heart, with time, gradually. Let the prosperity fall, let the fireworks be difficult to cut, but your figure will never leave the brocade I woven.

The twilight outside the window is getting thicker. I gently pick up the purples that I have wiped, and embroider a dreamlike state of mind on the brocade, which causes ripples in my heart from time to time, and the unspeakable pain is engraved in my heart, making my thoughts fly in the distant time and space and raising my eyebrows. ......

A petal falls, whose sigh rings gently in time and space? In a trance, the needle and thread in your hand is weak, and your thoughts are condensed into Qian Qian's knot. Only you can untie it. The yard is full of foliage, and the smoke in the evening is curling up in the air. Have you forgotten the woman sitting by the window? Her sad heart is woven on the brocade. Are those clear curved eyebrows engraved in your heart?

Embroidery, still embroidering, Sandy fiddled with brocade with her hands, and needles and silk danced at her fingertips. On the brocade, sometimes there are flowers, sometimes there are colorful flowers, but there is always a figure dancing in it, which seems vague and clear. The most beautiful fragrance of the world of mortals is embroidered on brocade silk and also buried in brocade silk. Gently weave your own pain and quietly embroider your own wound. Perhaps, just embroidered a lonely world of mortals, everything is a dream.

All the love affairs in the world have too many similarities. I embroidered the same words on the brocade, alas! I am willing to embroider these same words again in the world of mortals of you and me, and perform countless times of persistent love. Staring at Su Jin, I suddenly felt that my dream was too long and my feelings were too deep, and I forgot the cycle of time. I really want to embroider my blue sky at the end of brocade to fly freely and forget the world of mortals. (an article. )

1. Because we know each other, we cherish each other; Because of sincerity, true feelings will last forever!

2. Having a friendship is a blessing in the past life or a fate in this life! ? In the dark, I asked God …

3. The sustenance in the hot summer is like the midnight wind, refreshing and moving! Like a bitten orange, sweet and sour!

4. Old guy, life is not a one-man show, and your role is not a person!

5. Memory ointment, applied repeatedly, unless it is an unhealed wound!

6.yi's personal world is very lonely. ...

7. The loneliness of youth is the ornament of life. Youth without loneliness is sad. However, lonely youth is not without happiness, but we don't know happiness.

8. Life class is over ... school is over ... holiday is over ... graduation ceremony is over ... I am old ... I regret it ... I am dead. ...

9. What is happiness? Is to hide your sadness and smile at everyone.

10. Who is waiting at the next stop of our intersection? The city is getting dark. How many people will be happy when love dies?

1 1. Happiness is the same, and there are thousands of kinds of sadness.

12. Eat when you are hungry and often have breakfast and lunch together.

13. A friend who once thought he would stay with him all his life suddenly found that he was gone for a day and a month.

14. People are tired of living because they can't put down their shelves, tear their faces and solve their complex. It's better to be yourself than to live in other people's lives.

15. The best things are often unexpected and accidental.

16 ... This independent fork in the road not only points to life. Youth is over, and it's not just the heart that is hurt by the fragments left by carelessness. Missing is fruitless and finally torrential.

17. I am hurt in my heart. Can I really forget it without packaging? ...

18. The tragedy in life is always on the coffee table of life …

19. I wanted to eat my sorrow in one bite, but I became fat in one bite. ......

20. Hide in the doomed street and understand the water under the bridge with a smile.

2 1. acacia tree, fleeting, mistakenly by the west wind for no reason. Thinking about fate, people are in the distance, where the whistling leaves fall!

22. Some things seem to be forgotten, but they are so close to memory …

23. Occasionally I will moan, but the pain in my heart will pile up into an insurmountable mountain and break my heart.

24. Some people are actually a kind of happiness after a lifetime.

25. One end of the train is always concerned, and the other end is always yearning. Where will your train go, connecting the mountains station after station? ...

26. Buddha said: Yesterday, all sentient beings died yesterday. Today, all sentient beings were born today.

27.

Under consideration, time has passed and people are getting old;

Looking back, Ninghua dust is not separated!

Suddenly found that life is always starting, looking for a landing site.

Is this the so-called "meaning"?

A: Frequent eyebrows, no worries?

Between ups and downs, it is difficult to know and dream!

28. In the street,

Disaster steet

Whose back I look at is full of sadness,

I'll see who's sad [back],

If loneliness is original,

Lonely as ever,

Looks like it's going to end,

Like you? At the end of the song,

Dancing round and round,

,? Back to the subject of flutter and dance,

It looks like a waltz,

, like a waltz.

Gorgeous curtain performance queen,

After the gorgeous performance, it's over.

29. Bai Yueguang is so bright and cold. Thousands of thoughts, hidden at the bottom, leaning against the wall of the small building, who is who? Just think of it!

30. Who walked into whose sight, who dyed whose youth?

3 1."_. For me, I have been soft-hearted and distressed. In the end, I only got Germany for me.

Mental injury, "because of you, you won't know how many tears I have shed." I don't want much, why happiness begins to fade.

32. I have been in a trance for more than ten years. Look at the boys, then at the adults. It turns out that we are at an awkward level.

33. People say: When I was young, I cried and laughed; Grown up, laughed and cried.

34. In March, the spring flowers gradually woke up, and the youth in the distance passed away. The wind and rain on the island, who are you waiting for and when will it stop?

35. The small handwriting is full of sadness in Jiangnan. The inkstone's eyes smiled and dressed it up. I can't let go, but I fell in love with the faint fragrance.

Whose boudoir has a wish, who will sigh at Qianling Lake for a long night?

A lonely lamp, falling flowers scattered, Canna said, where did Mo Wen heroes come from, and how long did they love and hate? The end of the world is boundless, thousands of miles of words are vicissitudes, and the wind and rain are several degrees. Sing Jiangnan tune under the moon, and then caress Canna.

Come on, come on, come on, fuck, fuck, fuck, have a drink, get drunk with poetry and wine, and see who breaks it? Not heroes, ordinary people cry!

36. The spring breeze flows in March, poetry and wine recall beauty, sand flies, and the breeze sleeps on a moonlit night!

37. Life is like an electrocardiogram. Smooth sailing proves that you are dead. .

38. Walking alone, listening to music alone, eating alone, sleeping alone … I, acting alone.

Of course, I already know that the dust has settled, but every time I chat with her, I can only pretend to be happy.

40. Wings in the sun can fly far even if they don't fly high. Every dandelion will fly to the distance diligently and freely with a dream …

4 1. I'm afraid of being alone on the horizon and having no friends.

42. A night of silence added spice. Not easy to disturb, mood, main melody!

43. The sun shines through the window eaves, and I am in the shadow. It was just after noon 13, and the darkness swallowed me up, because I lived in the west, only half a day, and the night spread in the afternoon. ....

44. Time is endless, walking on the edge of thinking, just waiting for one!

45. After Qian Fan, the scenery remains the same, just the mood of enjoying the scenery and the people who accompany you to enjoy the scenery. Time is flowing, but it can't fade the scenery, but it gradually fades away some people. But as long as the heart is there, time will lose face. I don't see you, I don't see you, Qianshan is waiting for you …

46. The lights are foggy, the night is like a clock, and you are wandering in the dream of the city. Three, three, two, two, the wandering lonely shadow was hollowed out by the insects wandering downstairs. Let out a cry, broke the sky and disturbed whose sleep? Surprised by whose dream? People are divided, don't exchange the previous rainbow. Farewell eyes, old heart, indulge in that sincere smile. ......

47. Try to open the eyes of the world, long for an extraordinary life, unable to break through the darkness, and only wish the next happiness is sunny.

48. It turns out that the world around you is very simple, and nothing that life presents to you will be too difficult. Calm down!

49. In my world, it is very quiet, as quiet as watching the sunrise in the morning and the sunset at night. The wind is light and the rain is not urgent. A quiet world is like a song, simple and pure. However, the footsteps and figures by the lake are all their own.

50. The wind is bleak, the rain is falling, and who is wearing it in the cold winter? In the rush of people, I lost all my troubles. Traffic is heavy, each one with a cigarette tail, splashing a lot of dead leaves and dust. With my sadness, with my youth ... I have a lot of pain and regret. I don't want to mention them, just want to drown them in this fleeting time.

5 1. The edge is like water, you can't catch it between your fingers, but you can miss it. It's hard to turn back now, but after many years, my mind turns, like water over and over again, only staying at my fingertips, most afraid of fleeting. Tossing and turning, recalling the past, all the past,,,

52. There are many fallen trees/piled up all over the floor/if there are some broken memories/let time pass/try to pick them up/try to grab them/but they are still scattered between your fingers/

53. Life is too hasty to regret.

54. In winter, you can watch the rain, the cars and the people coming and going, just like our youth, me and you.

The night is endless/just before dawn/there are no stars in the night, which looks like a blue sky/at this time, your dream is silent and everyone is free and happy. 1 It doesn't matter, at least it's a vision/

56. I never thought that the fading beauty of time would make people gradually uneasy. Then bury these sorrows in your heart 1.

57. Growing old together has nothing to do with love, but patience ... but patience is a kind of love. Therefore, the person who really loves you is actually the person who is willing to put up with you all the time.

58. Out of reach, out of reach. Cherish it in your heart and cut it in your heart. Love, unforgettable, stand up, no regrets ... Everything in youth is like this, and in our songs ... memory is proof!

59. Autumn is strong and the autumn night is cool, that is, the breeze rises, Wan Li is desolate and the sky is boundless. Lonely pillow sorrow lonely sleepless, want to explore the blue window, two paragraphs do not look, stars Shanshan. Climbing high and looking far is unheard of. I haven't seen it. I have fallen in love with my hometown. A few songs, endless, swallowing and reading!

60. Autumn wind is bleak, autumn grass is yellow, and Qiu Guang grows. Recalling that the moon is full of the West Building, where is the synthesis of sorrow? Leave people's hearts to autumn. Watching the yellow leaves fly and dancing, listening to the rain beating against the banana to solve the worries.

6 1. Weak light, long time no see, eager to read and look forward to it. With Yue Hui, I am calm, not worried or sighing.

62. Youth is for fighting. You can see the face of youth, but you can't smell it. Everyone is about equal to a machine … here, there has been no sunshine for many days, and I almost forgot that there is something called the sun …

63. After all, straight lines just intersect, so why should I be mean? No one can be an arc forever, what I expect is broken and scattered …

64. Memories are inevitable. A familiar song, or a casual topic of others, or a scene in front of us … all make people feel deja vu. Sour and warm …

65. When I miss you, find a clear glow, the night wind is the moon, and there are a few clouds. What kind of heart does it take to sell it? How many stories can I read before I cry? Three or two poems on paper, read one sentence, half sentence does not hurt. The liquor in the pot was thrown back and drunk once, and he looked at each other.

66. When the years go by, who will brush away the dust in youth and the faces met at the corner, has it gradually replaced the past? Actually, I'm just a little homesick from time to time and miss you a little …

67. Youth ruffles your hair and tugs at your dreams. Unconsciously, do you remember your smile in the history of that city? Over time, what slowly settles down is not necessarily the essence, despite the wind, frost, rain and snow, the scorching sun and the cold winter. But in the final analysis, it is a city, a story, an idea and a memory!

68. Because it was too long, we couldn't sit down and have a good talk …

69. Once, who did you cry for? You are the sand blown into my eyes, which blurs my eyes and can't see the sky clearly. This is a busy ending, not the whole city or this country, but everything to me. What do you want? Be together for life. Or a greedy day. I want it. Just a simple but stable life. Love to death, running water under the bridge The best happiness is the care you give.

70. The wind makes the air dance/the cold annoys travelers' judgment/the traffic is wrong/sighing at the castle/occasionally smelling dogs barking/seeing lonely shadows/dim lights shining on my heart/a glass of wine as a farewell song. Although it has entered the spring, it is still the tail of winter, and there is no new green. At this point, I am still me, not much! I just want to pick a warm song, single cycle. ......

7 1. The dream of youth is short, but the dream of youth is sweet. The album of youth looks very thin, but it always keeps us in mind.

72. You are watching the scenery upstairs, and the people watching the scenery are watching you from a distance. Others decorate your scenery, and you decorate others' dreams!

73. In my memory/opening your smile gently/is the most familiar look in my dream/When the hair touches your shoulder/in the direction of the wind/there will always be some silk brushing your eyebrows/quietly watching the sunset/soft melody coming from my mobile phone/that favorite song/

74. Be a simple backpacker and we can travel together. Riding a bicycle and using a mobile phone to freeze the closeness with nature. We have been walking, so we have been traveling, and we should measure our life with our own steps …

75. Lazy time, occasionally enjoy a few spring-like paintings, listen to that long-lost song, and imagine quietly. ...

76. Fate is not scattered, and fate comes and goes. The world of mortals is boundless, and how will we transform ourselves? I can't see right or wrong, I can't understand how many intersections, and who can take me away? I am fascinated by mountains and rivers, and I am fascinated by smiling. Don't ask for more, even a smiling face, a greeting, a greeting. Walk or not, hold a pair of warm hands! It turns out that there is a dream that is blue …

77. All love in the world of mortals, meeting and knowing each other, is fate. Who knows who will accompany you in this life and who will come back and forth. When the past surfaced, tears wet the blue. Is it a pen, a book, a bracelet or a pendant? Being printed with pure colors is to stay in the original dream, the blue dream!

78. What we want is simple. We want to find someone we can fall in love with. We can take a walk together, listen to songs together, wading and climbing mountains together ... I just don't know, is the red rope bracelet I gave Ta still there?

79. Not every pair of wings will be as strong as an eagle, and not every flap can fly to the sky. In the vast ocean, everyone has a dream and every effort is tenacious!

80. What kind of prosperity does kapok bring in the blooming season? Tree after tree, lining the whole spring. Who waits for whom, who is persistent for whom? Mo Yan's vision is lush, and he cherishes the present.

8 1. Tie the knot, rivet the button and get drunk at night. North wind ancient pavilion, can't wait to leave the guest, caress a song and become a song. Who will turn around and sing a song at the intersection?

82. In my dream, there was a wooden boat swinging around the Maple Bridge. The emotional figure in memory, back to that once upon a time, some dusty days, will not become a cloud after all. Midnight, bells, wooden boats, smiling faces …

83. Emotional inexplicable pulling \ accompanied by the tune \ singing intermittently \ on this night \ just want to pretend nothing.

84. Make yourself the last bowl of tea soup/put some orange peels, ginger/pack your bags/leave home soon/use this to warm the downstream atrium …

85. It's a fleeting time/hiding tears for someone/dreaming of youth/but I'm afraid that an empty dream/fireworks will easily get cold at night/trying to get close to warmth/retrieving that memory/being full of acacia/counting the days/engraved in the palm print/day by day/very clear …

86. Day after day, year after year, another year. Turn around, blink, and then look back, I have to sigh, what is a flick of my finger! Looking back, people have gone far, but their hearts are still there. Everything in my memory is always spinning in my mind. So clear, so natural, vaguely sweet! Yang Liuan, Xiao Fengcan. Whose smile is printed in the dream?

87. Wind, frost, rain and snow alternate gently in the south of the Yangtze River. Through the small window, the water is rushing. I can't hear the hooves, but I can't see people returning. Wait, catkins and spring breeze in March!

88. Flowing flowers were taken away for some time. A few tears, how much tenderness, at the moment near dawn, my heart is trembling. I can't get rid of the internet, trapped in the starry night, counting, it's very long ... Looking at short messages and space is like turning the page number of a book until I can't turn it out, and the rest is blank ... tossing and turning, waiting until the sky turns white, repeating day after day. Finally, I really want to go home!

89. The morning wind is cool, but it makes people feel awake. They scratch their faces in the wind, their hands and feet are stiff, and they are anxious to climb into their nests ... Remember to put some grass in their nests before going to bed!

90. Sometimes I'm really busy, sometimes I'm idle. At night, I threw myself on the bed casually. Although I am tired all over, I often visit because of insomnia.

9 1. If you are calm, you will be surprisingly quiet. Where is it? You will lose yourself. I don't know. I'm looking for it slowly ...

92. Is it a fleeting time, right or wrong? In that half dream, I also shed tears and hunted my cheeks.

93. When I was young and ignorant, did you talk about it geometrically? Like water flowing eastward, several spring and autumn periods have passed.

94. Like a dream flying, there is no limit to falling trees, adding new worries. Looking upstairs at the late autumn, it is even more red clouds and mountains! I can ask you, if you are worried, what can you sell?

95. In the darkness of the city, how many troubles can the flashing neon light up in your heart?

96. The autumn wind is long, the vegetation is lush, and the shadows in the sunset are captured ... The road is long and Xiu Yuan is awkward, and people are far away. ...

97. Night is a long time. In the dim light, I occasionally see people side by side, as if wandering. The melody is very light, and the memories are echoed in my ears …

98. The night is still early, and the moon is cold. Everyone's heart has been hurt. Sometimes, I want to hide it. In this case, my heart has been ruined … tired, sleepy, dreaming, attacking my heart …

99. The story of dandelion will never end! Say yes, let go of your flight, and your dreams will float far away ... What will happen in the future with the wind?

100. It's futile to wait and see, but it's also futile to say ... Annie said: Who will it be, who will walk into your eyes and into your world? It's night, quiet and quiet, lively and lively …

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102. Chenopodium by the pool, people against the wall behind the house. Acacia is full of trees, where does the autumn wind go?

103. Dandelion beside the fence, the scenery in memory. You can feel cicadas at sunset. Fold your wish into a plane, where will it fly? The agreement to grow up together is still very clear …

104. Swallow in tang qian, Wang family, turns around and cuts out the oblique shadow. When such memories swept through my mind, I found that my youth was fading away. I lay in a rocking chair, watching quietly, and the laughter that passed away vaguely sounded in my ear …

105. Thinking of that time is like a flower on the other side of life. Is it because of your memory, or did I miss the raft? That flower was thus collected by time!

106. There is no moon tonight. Who is Fanfan's agent? Even if Qian Shan is difficult to cross, Enon fish and geese often return!

The sudden spring rain, wisps of love falling with the wind! Of course, there are no ponies in the vast expanse, and farmers can send honey to the river!

The rustling rain breaks, looking up, the shore willow is gentle in the spring breeze, lingering for a long time, smiling thousands of miles!

Dancing butterflies, the wind floats "floc", flowers bloom and fall together in spring, looking at the mountains, cherishing the scenery with feelings.

Breeze, bright moon, Sanjiang and May peach blossoms!

Red crisp hands, Huang Teng wine, Shen Yuan loves longevity!

Moon in the water, flower in the mirror, ranger beyond the Great Wall!

107. How can wet weather be compared with wet heart ... Your sadness tells me that my eyes are wet ... Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow ... drizzle beats on the eaves, lying quietly, gloomy ceiling. ...

108. How can you be full of sadness while drinking the moon through the fence and sweeping the landscape?

109. No drowsiness. What's bothering you? The aftertaste is still there, and the music is vivid …

1 10. I, in your distance, think of Yi, close my eyes and fantasize about your smile and shallow dimples …

1 1 1. The spring breeze caresses your face, lifts your skirt, lifts your hair, and dries your tears ... Quietly, listen to the wind telling the worries of people far away ...

1 12. Chen Yuan is in trouble, but his feelings remain the same. Find the blue sky again, pick up the vastness of the world again, and always say that love and hate are hard to disappear! After staying for a long time, in retrospect, I find it hard to accept …

1 13. After drinking a bowl of water and wine and humming an old song ... After a year, it feels like water, everything begins to recover and the cycle begins to repeat @ \

1 14. I wrote a few words of mood, and the most rhyming thing is actually a sigh.

1 15. Let time dilute the shadows of the past and smooth the wounds of cuts. Although there is no trace of the past, there is no window of the past and there is no silence in the corner!

1 16. stare, no trace. Water droplets, slight frost. Think for a long time, hate for a long time ... Light tears stir up a piece of goose yellow.

1 17. The winds of the four seasons ring the bells of the years. It is the guidance of the wind that brings us together and quietly looks back on the blood vows we wrote on the sails in those years. Although we are scattered all over the world now, you can remember the laughter of the past, but those carved on the stone wall of my brain are just like yesterday! A six-year, a three-year, a three-year ...

1 18. The phoenix tree leaves → the west wind leans against Tianya Road ◇/the candle shadow shakes red → the curtain rolls slowly in the spring and autumn △ \ Why didn't it come in one cavity? Look back! Is it the night or the child's heart? It's hard to dream!

1 19. Listen, the crying sound of the sea, a passion to be heard, a tenderness for the past! Listen, the ticking of the clock has no trace of the past. In the window, the core hides in a corner, silent … actually remember …

120. Even if one day, a memory is faded, there will still be some transparent fleeting traces in my mind …

12 1. The cyanobacteria in the middle reaches are soft as water, with a lot of homesickness and tears; The moon passes through the clouds and is as bright as jade. How can you not miss people far away?

122. Biting the youthful apple will be crisp and refreshing, but soon, the apple wound will be oxidized. I comforted myself, it doesn't matter, even if it is oxidized, the taste is still the same!

123. Pavlov is busy, Pavlov is dying!

124. The lonely journey turned into a one-way date, leaving me to go to the appointment alone …

125. When you are alone, you don't seem to be idle. Holding a cigarette in his hand, staring blankly looks less boring.