2018 Little Fresh Literary QQ Space Talk

2018 Little Fresh Literary QQ Space Talk

The flower of words fell gently into the embrace of the clear and flawless stream. The first kiss was sweet. The pure and pure fragrance stirs the hearts of the flowers even though it is ice cold, and a burst of happiness lingers in their hearts. For Chinese language fans, I have shared a small and fresh literary QQ space talk, come and take a look!

1 Memories are like trapped animals that have been lonely for too long and gradually become gentle.

2 Hiding in the doomed streets, the smile is too deep to be recovered.

3. I am overcoming thorns and thorns in the memories of the wind and snow, but in which dictionary are you interpreting conversion.

4 I have gone through all the sadness, and the saddest thing is that you are not at the end. I have gone through all the despair, and the most despairing thing is that you are still at the starting point.

5 The missed years bloomed with beautiful crape myrtle flowers in the northern desert, but they were barren in the spring and summer of reincarnation.

6Shh I just fell asleep due to my injury.

7 I once thought I was a flower on the cliff, but later I realized that I was just a dregs in the sea of ??people.

8 I’m just sad that I can’t grow old with you and never have the chance to see your smile.

9 The hurt city under the eyelashes passes through whose scenery and whose heart.

10. Draw a life-and-death game and write an ending to our story.

11 Even the beautiful flowers and beautiful families are no match for the fleeting years.

12 Floor-to-ceiling windows, inside the window, the brightness is sprinkled all over the ground. Outside the window, the ground is multiplied with greenery. The tassels on the curtains are fluttering. It is the most beautiful at this moment. At this time, just experience it carefully, the most true and beautiful place is the quiet place.

13 The Zen room was spotless, and a cup of light tea turned from hot to cold. The futon, wooden fish, and scriptures tell the story of the loneliness of the Buddha, but they also reveal the ethereal calmness of seeing through the world of mortals. Listening to the Sanskrit sounds and looking at the bell engraved with Sanskrit characters, my heart was unknowingly infected and became clear and peaceful. I think that in my previous life, I must have been a speck of dust in the Buddhist hall, listening to Sanskrit sounds and the teachings of the Buddha every day. With a bodhi mind, you can still smile as brightly as before despite suffering all the hardships in the world.

14. I watched the sunset along the coast and hugged a pillow that I was so drunk that I couldn’t swim out of memories, but I couldn’t learn how to let go.

15 Repeated forbearance and concessions,) were exchanged for lies at the feast.

16 gave up a city just for him and rushed to an unknown life or death at dawn.

17 You and I are strangers, but meeting each other is also a blessing.

18 is always young, always pretending to be young, never knows what is good and what is wrong, and always has tears in his eyes.

19. If you come, I believe you will not leave. If you leave, I will treat you as if you have never been here. This is how we should treat fate and love.

20. In these days, who doesn’t travel with a box of masks?

21. How many streets will you think of me when you walk through them.

22 Use a match to burn a mirage and take advantage of the heavy rain to escape.

23 You who are determined to leave are so indifferent that you cannot see my regrets and my repentant heart. There is no room for sadness. No matter how much I regret, I can't keep you or our earth-shaking love.

24 The fragmentary words on the tip of the pen are filled with heartfelt words. I feel grateful for every moment I spent with you, and those happy faces can only be missed quietly in the passing years.

25 In life, the remaining beauty gradually disappears. I want to hold on to everything in the past, but I find that the tighter I hold, the faster I go. I am lost in tears at the corner of the years, turning left and right, my mind has been dizzy.

26 See through, calm your mind, lock yourself in silence, bury yourself there, let the lights outside the window be bright, the grass grow and the orioles fly, let your tired heart quietly inhabit the flowing water, abandon the world Tired.

27 From the beginning of life, when I saw the first ray of sunshine, you have been by my side, growing up with me, experiencing the ups and downs of life together, sometimes decadent, sometimes sad, you have been silently photographing me. Pat my shoulder; sometimes you are happy, sometimes you are happy, and you will dance with me in high spirits.

28 The past is like smoke and a dream. Thoughts may be shallow, the love is deep. The marks engraved in time bear witness to past regrets.

29 The lingering poetic feeling is painted in the palm of the hand; half of it is bright, hanging between the eyebrows; half of it is sad, hidden in the heart. In the hands, in the eyebrows, in the heart, from the outside to the inside, create a real me without impurities.

30 The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the scattered water splashes, the dreams of past and present lives. I don’t know if the memories have overlapped. After sorting out the past and present lives, a water lotus bloomed quietly in a lotus lake. It's not fragrant and eye-catching, it's not fragrant and strong, it just opens lightly and guards its own time. Looking at the passage of time, the old appearance has been carved, and the mood is still the same as yesterday, neither sad nor afraid, neither worried nor sad. Looking at the sunset setting in the west, I smiled lightly, as warm and beautiful as the first bloom.

31 The Buddha said that there is nothing outside the heart, and it is only in your single thought that you give up and seek. Perhaps, the eager pursuit will eventually make oneself physically and mentally exhausted, or perhaps the scheming will eventually make oneself worldly and mediocre.

32 In the late autumn full of morning flowers, I can get rid of my fatigue and embark on a journey alone. In the late autumn, while it was still not too late, I walked along the railway track in the light rain. I stood by the window and waited quietly, watching the changing scenery outside the train window, creating a blurry light, weaving into streaks of light, and making my heart feel misty and salty... only Wait. Late autumn. Dry rain. Come in a dream.

33 Perhaps, the most beautiful time in the sky is not when the morning glow is red, but the vastness of the clear sky; perhaps, when the sea is the most vast, it is not when the waves are gushing out in a row, but when the water and sky are calm. One is far-reaching; perhaps, the most beautiful flowers are not when the mountains are red, but when they turn into

34. What is the most true? Take off the mask, put down the baggage, and live your true self in this world. For a flower, you can talk to yourself until dusk; for a tree, you can let yourself go until dusk; for a leaf, you can stare at it until you cry. A pure me and a melancholy me are the truest self.

35 The road ahead is still long, and we are destined to wander, searching for our own paradise countless times, wanting to strand our souls. We are not afraid of the bumps and thorns, but we just don’t know. How far are you from your dream goal?

36 Taste the fragrance of a flower, fold a piece of sadness, and paint it on my face for the world to see; break a piece of medicinal herbs, pick up a trace of sadness, and hide it in my heart. Once upon a time, you and I cut candles by the west window by the thatched hut in the Jiangnan water town; Once upon a time, you and I depended on each other under the lush bodhi trees; Once upon a time, I polished off your writing under the bright starry sky on a moonlit night... How many times have I whispered? , your whispers linger in the days when flowers bloom all the time. In those days, there is our most ignorant and pure love.

When 37 people are traveling, there are many things that cannot be controlled by themselves; there are many encounters that will never be forgotten. Dreams are in the horizon, dreams are in front of you, looking for dreams, sailing in the vast sea; chasing the wind, enjoying a kind of leisure. The passing years are pure and simple, even if the road ahead is full of thorns, tolerate everything with the state of mind of the sea, examine life with the openness of the sea, and depict the joys, anger, sorrows and joys of life as the thousands of turns of the soul, when the mood is splashing like a flower, When the world of mortals smiles, what we realize is not a kind of transcendence and happiness?!

38 Holding a handful of sea water, moistening the eyes, the wind blowing thousands of piles of snow, smiling at the falling flowers, all the past is lapping the shore Everywhere is transformed into the water-like agarwood that lasts for many years; when you take in a deep and refreshing heart, those lingering frustrations are transformed into clouds and clouds in silence.

39 Flowers bloom and fall, but they are only a distance apart, and joys and sorrows are just quicksand in time. Those that are held, will be cherished; those that are scattered, will not be touched again.

40 Know how to understand, open your heart at the right time, let your long-lost sunny heart bathe generously in that dazzling light, let the wind blow, let the rain hit, hold on to a piety, and stay in the quietness Here, the path of worship is filled with fragrant flowers.

41 If I am destined in my previous life, I would like every sound of nature to shake the geese and make me sad, waiting for you to come and play with me. If you have a dream in this life, I would like to make a wish for you sincerely. Your peace in this life is the warmest thing in my life, and your sweet words and smiles are my greatest wish. I only hope that you will go to meet me in this prosperous age. In your gentleness like water, I will fall in love with you step by step and be in harmony with each other. In the passing years, I will grow old together.

42. Has anyone collected the scenery you passed by for you?

43 The right side of happiness is deserted and populated.

44 I hope that on some beautiful street corner, I will meet you, and then meet myself... draw a game of life and death and write an ending for our story.

45 I want to watch the process of a grand decline of popularity. I want to keep making wishes until the sea changes rapidly until I get close to your smiling face.

46 Laughter is a blooming smile.

47 If your happiness is not owned because of whether I let go.

48 Lonely people often behave very strongly; lonely people are mostly gentle.

49 If the years are a song, then we are the singers. Even if we are lonely, we will still sing tenaciously; if the years are a journey, then we are the travelers, walking and dreaming. Let life be abundant. How long is life? What kind of affection should be used to interpret the fleeting years? Standing in front of the sea, what you feel is not only the insignificance of a drop in the sea, but also the majesty of the vast water. Looking at the sea quietly, what is abundant is the dream , Peace is the heart...

50 Facing the sea, the spring flowers are blooming, give your heart a harbor, the wind and rain are full of laughter; give your heart a piece of blue, search and find, quiet Think calmly and act calmly.

51 Whose deep attachment has been buried in the long world? Whose love has been disturbed by a scroll of paintings? Whose passionate eyes have been resented by a song of lovesickness? Can’t see through the end of the song. The desolation of separation; the inexhaustible ups and downs of origin and destruction; the emptiness of flowers, water and moon that cannot be seen through the lens. Who has captivated my city and whose heart I have betrayed? From now on, that face is forgotten at the end of the world. Burning incense in the past life, I missed a lifetime of emotional lingering with you. As promised, it will always be a beautiful dream that lingers around Huangliang.

The coolness of 52 slowly soaked through my memories. The little girl with a naked face, the girl who buried flowers in the sunset, the woman who was accustomed to filling the blank space in her heart with words, can no longer be found. .

53 In the past life, I burned incense under the Bodhisattva and exchanged the happiness of staying with you with you. Therefore, I look forward to a peaceful stay together in the noisy world of mortals, which is joy. What I want is the simplicity of leaning on the building and listening to the wind and rain, just looking at the ordinaryness of Jianghu Road, just laughing and listening to the calmness of the misty rain falling, twirling my fingers and expressing my heartfelt joy, never getting tired of looking at each other, and repairing fences and planting chrysanthemums with the gesture of looking at each other. , keep a peace of mind, play the piano and harp for the first time, devote your life's tenderness, facing the sea, the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming.

54 Li Bihua once said: What is superfluous? A cotton-padded jacket in summer, a cattail leaf fan in winter, and your attentiveness after I have become cold-hearted.

The 55 actor enters the painting and spends his whole life in the world.

56 has always been doing two repetitive things: loving him and protecting him.

57 Love and not love are just one word difference. The fallen leaves of weeping willows are floating on the river, and the light smoke and floating clouds are swaying in the wind. The falling jackdaws add to the mood of autumn, and the flowing water on the bridge is lonely.

58 No matter how deep the love is, it can withstand the ordinary passing years. I once heard someone say that memories are a bridge, but they are a prison leading to loneliness.

59 Some people are destined to wait for others, and some people are destined to be waited for.

The dance of 60 swaying on the tip of the pen is the strongest flash of red under the spotlight.