Talking about mood: Actually, I didn't miss you, but I didn't tell you.

Aesthetic thoughts are dancing words, dancing with the night. Expectation and waiting are the roots of happiness and pain. At the moment when my words were revealed, I had a desire for love, and I planted love between the lines. My palm frequently rings the bell of love, and the heart bridge built by words has connected the other shore.

Aesthetic mood We can't share each other's happiness and unhappiness at the first time. We all have a new life. The environment is different, and gradually no longer contact. But every update of the space and every change of the signboard affect each other's hearts. Recreate the memories of youth, and I will never forget the road I walked hand in hand! There is a feeling, no longer strong, but always there.

Aesthetic mood Once we had a class together, once we skipped class together, once we ate together, grabbed snacks together, were criticized together, were punished together, and talked about everything together. What school do you think of now? Think of that classroom, think of that road, think of that group of people, and remind us of the most youthful memories in our lives? My mood for love.

Beautiful mood flowers bloom and fall, and the moon rises without interest. Today is yesterday, several spring and autumn, several reincarnation, walking outside the clouds, listening to the tearing wind whistling, the nightmare passed away, and it was too late to hate. Leng Yue's cold stars dot the sky, and it's raining. It's already three spring snows, and pear blossoms bring rain and dreams back. Who said the old dream was empty? I just smiled and enjoyed flying flowers all over the sky and reading thousands of miles.

Standing in this endless wilderness, I look at the passing time with a beautiful mood and think of the bosom friend song played for you by the ancient road and the river. The years waiting in this wilderness grow old with time. Do you still remember your vows after a thousand years?

Aesthetic mood ups and downs in the past, blink of an eye, everything, like a awakened nightmare, you quietly walked into my life and disappeared into my world. The original blank emotional page is fragmented. Although God inspired me with words, I can't write what kind of pain it was.

The artistic conception of aesthetics is gone, and I have nothing to miss for you. Fate is over, and the remaining Mori discs will disappear in the long river of time. Tonight, try to piece together those beautiful friendships for the last time, memory of time.

A new morning, with a good mood, with a sleepless dream, to the world. I pray to meet the new sun, look at the new sky, call for fresh air, throw myself into a brand-new city, scatter the old soul in the wind and let it go with the wind. Shout to a new day, I am coming, please give me a new dream.

Aestheticism gave up a forest for a tree, and finally I didn't get a leaf. But I never regretted it. Walking alone, wandering in the street, I just want to go on like this, and I don't want to wake up when I fall asleep. I'm afraid I'll be at a loss every time I wake up. The result of nothing made me lose my strong reason.

On a quiet night, I suddenly felt your presence. Otherwise, why are snowflakes floating in the sky at the moment? Why did you hear the wind at this time? Why can't you help crying at this moment? Why did you receive the long-awaited call at this moment? Save yourself. No one can save another person, and no force can change a person's heart.

Beautiful mood rain, cool weather. Standing by the window and counting the rain drops outside the window, you can count the rain drops outside the window, and countless are all thoughts in your heart. Today is the rainy season, and I still stand at the window, staring at the raindrops as thin as missing. Whether it's the drizzle in front of your window, listen attentively, that's my miss for you; Feel the beating of raindrops with your heart and look for the sound of a heart.

Beautiful mood If you are still excited, angry and sad, please be glad that you are still young. When you can't be moved, irritated or shed tears. You will know what you have lost in order to grow.

Can aesthetic emotions feel the beating of emotions? Someone is whispering, chewing your name, dreaming with your name on his pillow, opening his heart gently, recalling a past event and missing a face. This idle concern only comes and goes in dreams?

In this beautiful and troubled world, troubles and happiness are stacked one by one. Blue seaside, choppy and rolling, feelings and happiness can no longer surge! What you are familiar with reappears in front of you. If it is close, if it is hidden, it is close at hand but far away.

Only in the most painful time does the aesthetic state of mind begin to mature; I want to pursue my dream in the most empty time. The most comfortable sleep is found when you are very tired; The most precious thing you win is not known until you lose it.

Looking up at the sky with a good mood and looking at the mottled sunshine drilled through the cracks in the dark clouds, everyone needs a home. The return of cowardice is a return after all. However, he didn't realize that being brave is actually much happier than being expected by others.

Beautiful mood time flows away safely, I don't mind your indifference, but you hurt my heart with your silent neglect. Standing at the window, watching the gloomy drizzle, the love fire in my heart was suddenly extinguished by a cold rain. You are just a gust of wind, and now it is only a short stay. You are not mine, and I can't be yours. If there is a difference in the future, it may be forever.

The aesthetic artistic conception is intertwined with light and shadow, and people who approach and walk out are getting used to it more and more. Perhaps, nothing really lasts. The accumulated emotions are also like this precipitation, as if just looking for a soft corner to put a sad petal.

A good mood sometimes really wants to forget that you only remember this world. However, I often forget the whole world and only remember you. I hope to have such a person, give me calm love, accompany me to see all the scenery in the world and make me happy all my life.

Please cherish those who are kind to you and understand those who are indifferent to you, because no one has the obligation to be kind to you, so please be honest with who you are, but there is no need to show your heart to anyone, we should learn to look at the object. If you can be honest with others, you can be innocent!

The ideal of aesthetic artistic conception life is for the ideal life. Many times, I would rather be misunderstood than explained. Believe it or not, it's in your mind. People who understand me, why explain. Learn to be yourself and gracefully let go of everything that doesn't belong to you.

I forgot all my good feelings. All I can remember is your vague back, like an indispensable part of my life, accompanying me like a shadow. Yes, I have spent every spring and autumn, every sunrise and sunset, every ambiguity with myself, and every shadow with you. I can't tell which is you and which is me.

Who is the artistic conception of aesthetics? I sang yesterday's prosperity but I couldn't bear to end it. I am just a passer-by. Those flickering lights passed me and said goodbye to someone. Always lonely and in a hurry. Time is spreading, but happiness stays in my heart for a long time, turning into words and confessing to the night.

The pendulum of aesthetic mood and time, inadvertently, swings the past and future to the present, which is too hasty to feel. Whose wait hasn't arrived yet? Whose guardian turned and left? Whose story fell into the snow and covered up the memories? Looking back at the people and things in the past, I find that what matters is not whether it should be at that time, but whether it is here at this time.

It's raining in a good mood, and the vegetation in my hometown is deep. I heard that you are still guarding the lonely city, and the rural flute in the suburbs falls in that Nomura. It is we who are rooted in fate. There is a lot of rain, and the vegetation in my hometown is deep. I heard that you are always alone, with mottled doors, ancient roots and waiting echoed on the slate.

Beautiful mood is fleeting, whose youth has faded. Wrinkles, whose face do you climb? I agree that you will love me. Shallow tears condense, years are dark, and youth is pale. When we meet, there will be separation, and the story will have an ending.

The aesthetic mood has been long, and it was mottled with lonely smoke in the desert, mottled with small bridges and flowing water, in shallow singing and whispering. Looking around, although there is no amazing oath before the third life, it is very much in love with me, inseparable, destined to entangle this life.

The aesthetic mood picks up a beautiful encounter and walks gracefully in the world of mortals. Moved to my eyebrows, holding the flowers of time, holding hands and enjoying each other's time. Make a pot of fragrant tea, write a few words, play a heart song and listen to the sound of the sun.

The beautiful mood is accompanied by the starlight at midnight. I put my thoughts on a piece of white paper full of things, feeling a little bit of worry flowing on the white paper, and my heart is inevitably touched. But what I meditate in my heart has always been the past article infected by words. Because in carefree youth, perhaps because of the company of words, I really never feel lonely.

The aesthetic mood is long, the feelings are long, the heart is long, and a pool of spring water is soft. What a gust of wind awakened the dream of Blue Boat? I picked up the scattered petals and threw myself into the embrace of the blue lake. I can't help but imagine that the fragrance of this shore will fascinate strangers who look at flowers on the other side.