Beautiful sentences with fallen flowers

The beautiful sentences of falling flowers are summarized as follows

1, after a year and a half, the dream remains, the cold sound is broken, and a exhausted love is hard to find. Can you understand the residual flower?

2. Singing softly, the wind blows the fragments of leaves, the fallen flowers are pure and beautiful, and the glow slowly penetrates. Under the cloud, the lonely red candle with fallen flowers flickered, masking the fragrance of fingertips.

3. Standing on the shore of the Millennium, the pear blossom and butterfly rain, the clear sadness and the helplessness of falling flowers touched the soul of two generations, made a cloud, left the flowers untouched and embraced thousands of lovesickness.

4. The dreamlike haze disturbed the soul of the fallen flower, smelling the bitterness of the cloud all the way, and went to the place where the Millennium was brilliant and red. A cup of time has stained the quiet mind, and it is still picturesque.

5, the glow of the morning glow, the soul of falling flowers, not just because of nostalgia.

6. Scattered memories cover up the traces of fallen flowers. The ancient pipa and flute sound whirling, and a lasting melancholy will be full of human sorrow.

7. Under the dark sky, the lonely back is walking in an unmanned world, looking at the broken flowers and being warm and cold in front of the mirror.

8, the platform of the heart, looking back, the residual flowers are full of dust.

9, miss, I do not know when to start, tossing and turning from the other side of the sea, alone and leisurely blooming thin beauty, combined with scattered residual red, together into the paradise of suffering.

10, the sky in the night seems endless, the broken building is singing and dancing, and the Iraqis go to the empty night building alone. Who are they waiting for if they want to stay sad?

1 1, whining like resentment, thin lips and shallow words, looking back at the cold, a yearning for love, a few broken flowers.

12, after half a year's dust and smoke, all the way, all the way to pick up, lightly falling flowers, chasing the footsteps that are too late, time is like running water, accompanied by the lamp of the years, new words grow old.

13, the trudge of waiting, the graceful silence of falling flowers, fluttering thoughts and colorful flower shadows are still in Chi Cheng's memory, and the red powder is still in the silent night.

14, the fallen petal intentionally follows the flowing water, and the flowing water has no love for the fallen petal, only hates the fallen petal, and the fallen petal floats in the water, and the flowing water flows through the flower, feeling sorry for itself.

15, tears fall on my heart, and the years have played the sunset. Countless centuries, through the ancient porch window, wandering in the meditation with laughter and tears.