Write sentences organized by Naruto Rixiao.

He sat there, his hands clenched, lonely as usual, his head slightly lowered, his eyelids half closed, and he could only see his eyelashes casting shadows on his cold white face.

In the moonlight, he is like the moon in Tsinghua, as warm as jade, as cool as a cucumber, and you can't see the sadness and joy. The whole crowd overflows with silence.

He suddenly sat down, still cold and cheerless, without water, lonely and quiet.

Even if there are thousands of prosperous people around Qian Qian, as long as he is there, he will become a hazy shadow, just slightly drooping, as quiet as a white lotus blooming at night under the moon, quiet and serene.

In this way, he is cold and dignified, his eyes are bright, he is lonely and desolate, and his eyes are only cold.

His smile, sitting at the end of time, is as quiet as a sword immersed in a thousand-year deep pool and as gentle as fog.

In the moonlight, he sat, calm, sad and melancholy, and disappeared like running water.

The brow is elegant and expensive, alienated and indifferent, as if nothing in the world can be exchanged for his gentle care. Eyes are as bright as water, Ming Che is cold, flowers are full of eyebrows, and the moon is full of eyes.

Carrying the stars all over the sky, he held out his hand and said to his brother, I am waiting for you.

You are the pride of Neiguang family, because you are strong and the whole family is proud of you.

Put away your sharpness, and your eyes will always only look at your brother.

That's all, nothing else.

Your biggest regret is that you didn't spend the whole childhood with him. I look up to you with all my heart, and you can only say to him without exception, Sasuke next time.

Gently pat him on the forehead, I hear your long sigh, and your eyes feel dejected.

Next time, day after day, can you bear to see his disappointed eyes?

You can only turn your back silently, pretending to be indifferent, and there is an undercurrent in your heart that no one knows.

I heard him muttering, and it was the next time. You just stood up and left without any explanation.

Many times, I'm sorry, it's too pale, so I'd rather not.

You can only watch him silently where he can't see, see his efforts, and then leave with a smile.

You walked in the Woods with him on your back and said, you did a good job.

This younger brother, who loves him so much, can't bear to make him sad.

Carrying him on your back is like carrying the inheritance of your own life, but you never thought that one day, if you can't carry him on your back, he will fly by himself.

After that moonlit night, you cut off all the bonds yourself.

How did you settle down at that time and lay such a heavy hand on your beloved brother? I want to ask you, are you really as strong as you show?

Or you are not strong enough, just a little stronger than your brother.

You bear all the hardships and all the blame. You just ask him to live.

It's as simple as that

He doesn't know, you don't care, all you care about is that he is still alive.

Because of this, you can go through life strongly, and you can go on when you are sad and helpless.

Skunk, you are so smart to make such a choice. Is it stupid?

Maybe you firmly believe that he loves you as much as you do, or you trust him too much. Anyway, ferret, I have never seen such a brother in this world except you.

I've never seen a brother like you except you.

Like you, brother.

At the end, you fell down, with a gratified smile, and reached out and knocked on his forehead.

This time, there will be no next time.

Did you see his eyes? They can't lie.

That's the way my brother looks at his brother and his favorite brother.

If you can still feel it, you should feel at ease.

Do you regret it, ferret? If you could do it all over again, would you choose again?

The world is full of love.

Flowers bloom silently and snow falls in Qian Shan.

scorpion

You defected from the country of sand, became an "S" wanted man, and fled from there.

But have you ever thought that your grandmother, who is over seventy, is still looking forward to your coming home?

Although it can't be called a complete home, she will always be there waiting for you, lighting a ever-burning lamp for you and being your forever home.

Puppets have no feelings. In order to block your last care in this world, you resolutely made yourself a puppet.

Scorpion, are you afraid? You became a puppet. Even if we meet in the future, we don't have to be soft-hearted, because a puppet has no heart.

If you have been measuring yourself with a puppet's heart, Scorpio, you have done well.

In fact, your heart is fragile like a porcelain doll, just like your old face.

I see a cynical expression on your face, just like every battle in the world, you are the object of playing with your hands, you are the god above, as long as you push it gently, everything will be wasted.

You are tired of waiting, so you choose to leave, and no longer miss what made you sad countless times when you were young. This is called affection.

From now on, you don't have to wait for another person, but what you don't know is that someone has been waiting for you.

Although her time is running out, she also knows that she may never see you again.

She stubbornly dragged her life and time, which made people sad and refused to give up.

Scorpio, she is waiting for you. Please go home.

In fact, you are just a child. You stubbornly gamble with your grandmother and don't want to go home. Because there are no parents at home, you don't want to face that cold home.

What you don't know is that your grandmother, in order to give you a complete home, is willing to do everything to reverse her fate and give up everything.

Because of you, you are her favorite grandson.

If your parents owe you what they didn't give you, then your grandmother has given you everything and everything for them.

It's a pity that you don't know that you abandoned her so easily.

Or when you didn't know what she had done for you, you just left.

When I think about it later, every scene is a continuation of a nightmare, which you can't understand.

It will take you generations to make up for what you owe her.

That's endless. You owe her a debt of gratitude, and she has exhausted herself, but it's all for you, and she has no regrets since then.

I have never seen such a grandmother except her.

In fact, you are lucky to meet the right person at the right time and place, and that person is willing to be nice to you anyway.

Happiness is when you stop loving someone, and you find that that person is still willing to do the best for you and still protect you.

You are lucky to meet such a person in this life.

But you failed. You failed all your life.

This is the trace of ten years, the heart of ten years.

Deidara

/kloc-A genius who died young at the age of 0/9, a child with a lovely smile and gorgeous and lonely posture, is called Deidara.

You are a real genius, a real artist, and you are willing to give up everything, even your life, for your art.

When you were nine years old, you were forced to leave the village to live because you often created terrorist incidents.

Xiao has a crush on you and wants you to join. You lost the battle and reluctantly joined the organization.

But you are a good boy who speaks faith, so you joined despite your reluctance.

When you were a teenager, you put on a red robe with a black background, and your proud smile was like a bright sunrise.

You once said that "all my endurance is art". You are really charming because you are full of artistic flavor.

Your body is full of confidence. You stand on the back of your bird and look down at the earth proudly. It is dazzling and gorgeous, and no one can compare it, eclipsing the world.

You should shout wildly in the sky to irrigate your persistent and almost paranoid love for art, sit on the back of a bird and soar in the sky. There must be a wider sky for you to gallop in your mind.

Unlike a scorpion, he has lived too long and is tired of endless troubles in this world, while you, with your nascent color, are as clean as a blank sheet of paper.

You have childlike innocence, childlike innocence, cuteness and childlike innocence. How can I resist you like this?

You are only a child, but you already have an extraordinary understanding of art.

Shortest beauty, please let me hold you firmly in my hand, let you leave after this moment, let you leave.

People will remember your art, and your fireworks will stir up huge ripples in the gorgeous and ups and downs of the night, echoing the sky from afar.

You have made all your efforts. The ups and downs in blasting are the idea you have been pursuing all your life. The nightmare you have made with all your strength belongs to you.

"Artists just need to constantly seek new excitement to make better works of art", hehehe, crazy boy.

Others won't understand.

I like your smile. I remember you with an indelible smile. Even if the sandstorm hits your face, even if your arm is broken, even if your enemy is behind the house, your smile will not converge. Xiao Di, Xiao Di, I have never seen anyone with a broken arm smile so calmly and mercilessly.

Even when you are regarded as a rebellious person and feel that you have no artistic sense, just wave your sleeves and sit on the bird's back and walk away. How much sin and fatigue you bear, but your smile is still clear.

The fleeting beauty is always the most touching.

And you are always good at creating such beauty, although beauty makes people suffocate, make people want to stop, and even fall into a trap.

You are like the most thirst-quenching fruit juice, with unquestionable power, knowing that it is irreversible poison, but still willing to drink it.

You are the antidote that I took 10,000 times and woke up 10,000 times.

Your curtain call, your desperate impulse to art, is completely opposite to your usual calm. Perhaps this is the perfect portrayal of the position of art in your mind.

You always believe that your ability is the strongest. Everyone who has seen your work is afraid, surprised and desperate. Your art should be perfect ... but those sharingan didn't waver at all. Such shame penetrates deeply into your heart and turns into hatred.

With persistent pursuit of art and narcissism, with infinite anger at this contempt for art, you chose to blow yourself up.

"After death, I will become a work of art! This is an explosion that has never happened so far, and this land will leave scars that have never been seen before ... My art will receive unprecedented praise! "

You used your life to create an artistic myth that will always belong to Xiao Zhi Dragon.

I have been angry all my life, and no one in the world is interested in the sunset.

Sorry, I belong to these people again. . Hope useful to you