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Time is still here, but we are flying by. .

Even if the weather is cold and the ground is full, the horse will die on the long road.

How can the words of the Zen bell and the Buddha persuade people to return home, causing them to shed tears on the West Lake in March.

People only live this once, and they should live a domineering life.

Who is the passer-by in someone’s life, who is the wheel of life, the dust of the past life, the wind of this life, the endless sad soul, in the end no one belongs to anyone.

There are no unfinished stories in the world, only undead hearts.

The waves in the fishing river are clear, and the Hinayana Sutra novices of Qingheyuan Temple are admiring the clouds; realizing the floating life and following the tranquility!

You can’t be friends after breaking up, because you have hurt each other, so you can’t be friends. Enemies, because we have loved each other deeply, we have become the most familiar strangers...

When I leave Yangguan in the west, I have no old friends to accompany me, and I don’t need to return when I am drunk. Liu, let me give you a heroic tear.

Be a simple person with a simple goal.

White clouds lock deep peaks, looking for immortals once; sighing at the pain of parting in the world, changing to a drink of drunkenness; not being able to guess the mortal world, whose beauty you sigh for? Even if you can’t become an immortal, it doesn’t matter

Knowing each other A face can change people's hearts!

The streets are long and the fireworks are numerous. You pick up the lamp and look back. The short pavilion is short and the world is rolling around. I sigh again.

Hold the old man, imprisoning time and space, and suddenly arrived at the end of the world.

Meet by fate, get together by chance. To the end of the world, I hope we can remember each other.

The fleeting time? Like water, who has been lonely and prosperous, buried the end of the world, and scattered all his armor.

The thin figure looks at herself in the autumn water, you must pity me and I pity you.

He said: "You will find a better person than me." You smiled and said: "But I will never be so nice to people again."

One day I will walk away from you silently without making any sound.

Perhaps it is the cause of the previous life, or it may be the fate of the next life. Meeting each other in this life by mistake will only lead to a fruitless grudge.

The shadows of the dream become piled up, and the ruler's plain paper turns to ashes. I will be independent for you until the middle of the night.

If I hadn’t met you then, I might never know what it’s like to love someone so much in this life.

Candlelight in the clouds, looking forward to it is still as if it was yesterday.

I always hide in the depths of the season, listening to the flowers and the night singing all the nightmares, all the prosperity, all the memories.

When you leave a place, the scenery no longer belongs to you; if you miss a person, that person has nothing to do with you.

The solitary white rabbit walks east and west. The clothes are not as good as new, and the people are not as good as old.

A bird cries out of sorrow and fright, and when the spring is over, the fragrant soul flies away one by one.

Wandering in my heart, don’t avoid it whenever you encounter it.

I can’t hear it either, the silence is better than the sound, it’s all from my heart, it should be the wonderful Sanskrit sound.

I also saw the old branches of the tung blossoms growing old, and the mist and rain on the first floor were desolate.

Love without love will never go bad. So, we flirt, we are ambiguous, but we never fall in love.

I would rather that we never fell in love with each other. I hope that we would always look at each other in the world.

We met too late and fell in love too slowly, leaving me in a dilemma.

I would rather be like a child, not willing to see too many things, hear too many things, and live a simple life.

Dust returns to dust, soil returns to earth, drifts in the wind, dances in the rain, even if we practice together, we will eventually return to loess.

The chaotic east wind secretly invites people, the stream of light is dawning and the green grass is heavy, and the dreams of pear blossoms and butterflies are indistinguishable. Who pities the thin shadow of the new green willow, how can the ecstasy complain about the red spring, the fragrant mud and tears until dusk.

Understand the floating life and follow the stillness! This water cannot move, but the fish moves.

Treading the waves of the world with both feet, and carrying all the sorrows of the past and present on one shoulder. Both feet step on the waves of the world, and one shoulder carries all the sorrows of the past and present.

Who is silhouetted against the red candle? When the cup is finished, we drink lingeringly. In this life, I will give it to you.

My heart is slightly moved, but the love is far away, things are no longer the same, people are no longer the same, everything is different, and the past cannot be pursued.

If we are destined to meet each other, but not to be together, we hope to remember each other across the world.

Turning the track of time, tea blooms; longing becomes tangled and grows, combing out your worries. Love you is a flower watered by life...

No one can sing like this Those who are in the deepest parts of hell are so pure.

How strong you must be to dare to remember it.

Not every effort will be rewarded, but efforts must be made for every harvest. This is an unfair and irreversible proposition.

I really like you. I closed my eyes and thought I could forget it, but the tears I shed did not fool me.

The rice is light and the tea is cold, the lights are out and the soul is dead. The thrushes form a pair, and their eyebrows match the wildness.

I once burst into tears just thinking about it. I was speechless and asked where I could hope. Thousands of miles away, encounters are most unlikely. The reed pipe can't help but blow at dawn, the moon shines in the sky, and the lonely shadow is long. I have been suffering from this pain and injury for many years, and I want to abandon each other, and my heart is like frost. I miss you so much that I linger outside my window every day. When the sky is clear and misty, the morning glow is in the center of the dream.

The flowers on Moshang are blooming and they are scheduled to return home. It’s been three chapters since I woke up with a smile

Time has not waited for me. It was you who forgot to take me away. I have an unforgettable firefly in my left hand and a firefly in my right hand. It’s ten years of long meditation.

Those words spoken to the tree are embedded in the tree’s annual rings, and grow into towering memories bit by bit over the years. .

Life is like a dance. The person who teaches you the first steps may not be able to accompany you to the end...

Like a beautiful couple, the years pass by like a flower. You can look back on the past. Not at the beginning.

In the vastness of time and space, in the vast sea of ??people, I am so lucky to meet you!

But I know that the past and present life are carved on the stone, and how many people can get a good relationship like a dream.

I know that every road is difficult. I know that my road is destined to be bumpy. I know that I can't force anyone.

Carrying the fragrant note and looking at each other, the mountains and flowing water are heading towards this life. The purple butterfly flies away into the blue clouds, turning into chaotic clouds. What's the matter with the silent words? Don't be afraid of tears for thousands of miles. The fragrance of autumn desire is lingering and swaying, I wonder who asked. I'm glad to see a little fishing fire outside the cold water.

Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times. Hate is always there, the setting sun casts its afterglow. A few wisps of bright red smiles have left me with nowhere to find them, leaving me heartbroken. The bright moon is shining brightly tonight. Outside the long shadow, Gu Hong was nowhere to be seen, waving his sleeves and jumping back.

There is always a gap between words and feelings.