Grind the sadness into mud and take care of the flowers with the breeze. The long waiting was just for her smile. The beauty of a flash in the pan will not be cherished after passing. While infatuated people always look for comfort in memories, but in the end no one can comfort anyone. I don’t know who ever said: memory is a sharp knife, which unconsciously carved myself into black and blue. The infatuated person curled up in the corner, counting the scars in his heart. The appearance of the girl was not that her years had passed away. Her youth was still holding her head high, but that she lacked the Lang who knew how to appreciate. Therefore, she was waiting, waiting for the sadness to be crushed into mud. She asked the bird to take away her loneliness and invited the bright moon to drink her loneliness together. The clear spring and flowing water in Songjian flowed through her calmness. She believed that the number of people in Buddhism was fixed freely. Therefore, she would never force. She said she was willing to accompany the time to grow old gradually, she was willing to accompany the breeze to fade away gradually, and she was willing to accompany the flowers to fade quietly. The lingering fleeting time can not resist the fragrance of a piece of paper, but it is a pity that the fleeting time can not cover the silence of the infatuated people. Flowers drift away, and Spoony people smile lightly.

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