A short sentence

Flowers bloom too late and meet too late, but they are still staggered. The years under gardenia are so beautiful, but the childish thoughts are so persistent that they quietly make mistakes that cannot be modified. When the moon is full, the haggard beauty under the moon is still waiting for your return.

How much do you miss? Drunk in the world of mortals, haggard with rain and fog all the way, vaguely like, fragrant red lotus falling pink petals, sparse phoenix tree floating green leaves. Lonely to see the charm, acacia tears send smoke waves, melancholy to the dusk courtyard, only three thousand moss, acacia disaster. Ren Qingsi 3,000, dancing with the wind, missing forever. ...

Things are hard to say, and the willows are withered and falling off, which means being at a loss, crossing the sea of people, being indifferent to the world, and being doomed to care for life. The deep brand does not need to be retained, but remains in the eyes, stumbling, leaving at arm's length, and finally separating.

The love of three lives dies in quicksand, and the love of a lifetime languishes only for Iraqis. ? Dancing solo on strangers, sleeping in the night breeze, and living and dying together. ? Remnant thoughts become wounds, cold rain, but broken for Iraqis. I can't find your comfort on a cold night. I only blame the original oath for being too beautiful, which made Acacia sick. I am doomed to be drunk in this life, and the flowers will fall in the rainy season. Why don't you accompany me and turn my thoughts into ashes?

You never know who I am. I languished while waiting, and then fell to the ground happily, rotting into mud and burying all my expectations. For thousands of years, I will wait here with tears all day long, accompanied by Changfeng, and my heart is full of melancholy.

Waiting, just one word, makes me haggard. Reading, just one word, makes me cry. The figure lurking in the depths of memories is lured out by the memories touched by eyes, and the laughter of the past sinks into silence with the floating dust and is buried under the fallen flowers. Wandering in the memories of coming and going, waiting for your love and your return. Sad nights and gloomy skies are all infected with loneliness at the moment you leave. I never thought that I would get lovesickness after you left. Unexpectedly, now my tearful eyes have become the window of missing.

I used to think that missing love and solo is the perfection of life, so I don't want to leave, I don't study gains and losses, I don't care about the future, I just want to accompany you to sing and get drunk. It's just that I'm really tired, and I can't insist on asking for your ink anymore. I can continue my dream for several nights. If I can meet your expectant eyes and firm eyes, I can do my best to pray for future generations and look forward to this life. I'm still used to watching the direction with you!

Missing is beautiful because of you, but you are haggard because of missing. God couldn't bear to see your world only with tears, so he created four seasons to make you laugh and show your charming smile.

I used to think that missing love and solo is the perfection of life, so I don't want to leave, I don't study gains and losses, I don't care about the future, I just want to accompany you to sing and get drunk. It's just that I'm really tired, and I can't insist on asking for your ink anymore. I can continue my dream for several nights. If I can meet your expectant eyes and firm eyes, I can do my best to pray for future generations and look forward to this life. I'm still used to watching the direction with you!

When you love deeply, people are haggard, and when you love deeply, you don't regret it. It's wrong to miss you. I would rather feel sorry for myself. Don't complain, life is just a dream.

Butterfly, a gorgeous and prosperous flower, languishes for Iraqis, seeing all the vicissitudes of life and falling into prosperity. Sadness, pour out the sadness and loneliness of life and play the most beautiful music for you. Blood-red flowers, dying in the late summer of this season, are slightly cool, recalling the journey of youth, too far and too bitter, even you are lost on the way, and the air is filled with the smell of loneliness, residual temperature and residue. Youth, city.

Who, under the fallen flowers, gaunt face. Who is it, stuck in running water? Look at the water on the other side, miss the water, hold your hand tightly and maintain a lasting residual temperature.

Loving you is just a flying dream, which can't stand the haggard of the yellow season. The sand of the past years grinds into fine sadness, floating in a paradise without joy, and angels fold their wings and fly. The strange distance is a nostalgic dress, and the gorgeous loneliness floats with the wind. I expect your eyes to be wandering, and you won't hide the hesitation of wrong love. Love is love, who is whose sorrow? Love is suddenly looking back and seeing you in the old place, the beauty of Iraq and my vicissitudes.

Love is a word full of romance and temptation, which makes many people languish for Iraq. People will always pursue that pure and eternal love, and every love that has not been sung for a long time will always leave people yearning and regret, as if every beautiful love in the world is just a charming but difficult to reach the other side.

The people are basically haggard, their lives are basically tired, officials basically accept bribes, corruption is basically innocent, people basically pay taxes, prices are basically expensive, political achievements are basically exaggerated, wealth is basically illegal, investigations are basically dependent on mouths, and there are basically ghosts in their hearts. In such a harmonious society, the world basically covers its mouth.

You never know who I am. I languished while waiting, and then fell to the ground happily, rotting into mud and burying all my expectations. For thousands of years, I will wait here with tears all day long, accompanied by Changfeng, and my heart is full of melancholy.

Iraqis haggard, who is drinking? Who are you broken for when you are in love? The sound of the piano fills the air, for whom do the fallen leaves fall? Come on, pale your back. The murmur drowned my tears. Memory, but quicksand. Flashy, but like a dream Lonely waiting, powerless persistence. Believe and obey. After a thousand years of reincarnation, I hope you will join hands with the beauty, frowning lightly, deja vu, and take it lightly. Pass by, but passers-by

Butterflies fly, who languishes for Iraqis. See the vicissitudes of life, the prosperity is exhausted. Sorrow, pour out the sorrow of life. Blood-red flowers, dying in the late summer of this season, are slightly cool, recalling the journey of youth, too far and too bitter, even you are lost on the way, and the air is filled with the smell of loneliness, residual temperature and residue. Youth, city.

Three lives of love, quicksand died; The love of a lifetime is only for Iraqis. Dancing solo on strangers, sleeping in the night breeze, and living and dying together. Remnant thoughts become wounds, cold rain, but broken for Iraqis. I can't find your comfort on a cold night. I only blame the original oath for being too beautiful, which made Acacia sick. Destined to indulge in this life, the rainy season, why, you are not around, leaving me alone and turning my thoughts into ashes.