In everyone’s life, there will be a story of smart landscape. Through the barrier of time, I often wander in the lonely window and walk into the stirring soul. Every detail is renewed due to wind and rain. It grows into a tree with luxuriant branches and leaves, hiding in a secret season of life and evergreen all the year round. ——- Inscription dusk came according to the appointment, and the dizzy sunset slowly sank to the West. Finally, even the last ray of light disappeared. The north wind is roaring, carrying the cold temperature, the cold blows on my face, tearing the prelude of the night in an instant. It was another night when winter came, listening to a light music, shutting the disturbing floating dust outside the door. Only the cold moon hung by the window, which was closest but far away from people. The pace of time is always in such a hurry. Since ancient times, everything in the world has experienced many changes and changes. Many stories that once reached beauty were covered with dust. No matter how we scrub, it is impossible to return to the original color. Even if it is thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, even if it is thousands of years of history, it will change constantly as time goes by, leaving established traces. Only that round of bright moon, round and lack, lack and round, never changed for anyone. Once upon a time, we planted the seeds of love in the barren soil with our heart, waiting for the surprise brought by its breaking ground with ardent hope, and then it will grow into a towering tree in our hearts. However, its weak life could not bear the wind and rain all night long and often died prematurely. In my memory, time ran over the pain when love was broken again and again, and added a scar to the pain place. Perhaps, many years later, today, we will forget the feeling of being painful at that time, but we still have memories moaning and tearing the scale of time ruthlessly. On the way to love, we often walk in panic. One person’s steps were too stumbling to catch up with the speed of time or the end of the world. What I once thought would last forever, and it would be scattered when walking. At best, it was just a meeting by chance. But after letting go, I can understand that a love relationship of flowers and summer can only accompany the prosperity of a journey. After the spring flowers and the autumn moon, we can only be passers-by who go their own ways, while Love has just passed by… how many places in our hearts can be used to carry the joy of meeting? When we are used to running around the world of mortals, our minds are in a hurry, and our hands and feet are at a loss immediately. We looked at their backs, and we could never catch up with them because of the gradual distance, and we felt desolate for we could not reach them. Such a state of mind was like a sea of Hearts, which could not calm down for a long time… if there was an opportunity, if your lover can gently brush away the dust of your heart for you and give you a vow, you still want him to simply say, I…. Love is like the air around us, which is at ease but gives us a steady supply of aerobic oxygen. However, love comes and goes in a hurry, and a broken heart can’t hold that dripping Spoony after all. We have been attached to him infinitely, his smile, his careful exhortation and his deep affection. His shadow and deep amorous feelings have been embedded in our blood, and we are doomed to be unable to give up. Even though his back has been far away from our sight, he is still in our dreams. He is so sweet, so embarrassed and even difficult to breathe. The wings of the Dream have been hurt, and you can’t fly to the place where there is him, but you should also try to travel through the distance of time and space, hang that curtain of deep dream on your pillow, and then in the depth of memory, seal up this regretful beauty quietly. Do you know that missing love is just like waiting, the heart can only be occupied by loneliness, and the pain is pressing. You can no longer participate in his world. You can only warm yourself with ridged memories. His appearance is only for the beauty of the scenery of our life. Perhaps, the most beautiful flower only opens on the other side; Perhaps we can only remember that we have been to his world. When flying apart, people are separated from each other. The feeling of happiness may only be intoxicating in a flash, and after that, it will still return to one’s loneliness …… love until you don’t want to love any more, even though thoughts keep wandering in love and dislike, struggling again and again can not hide the infinite temptation of spring to the bottom of my heart. Sometimes, I really want to let go of all kinds of tired burdens and find a peaceful paradise to have the pleasure of light wind and clouds. When this kind of thought appeared, we found that our messy life could no longer piece together a indifferent feeling. Love, the most gorgeous flower in the world, from the enchanting blooming season to the Depression, has stacked the strong fragrance at the bottom of the years. We are all greedy flower appreciators, picking her only for the affectionate emotion in the bottom of my heart. When The Wind Rises and the flowers fall, it becomes an indelible pain in our hearts. And those stories crushed by time, those plots, with wounds …… years like water, gone forever, can not keep the hurried love. What kind of efforts should we use to avoid wasting this life? How to Make Love fade into the fleeting years and let love bloom on the branch of life? But fate is always wandering, and some deliberately created fairy tales can only be read far away in dreams. It turns out that we have been running counter to him in time. We are in the crowd, but he is at the end of the world. The happiness pursued in the dream is already a thousand rivers and mountains …… a fragrance opens, and the ink color is attached to the dust and smoke of the years. Those stories of drying naked in the sun, in the blue sky, are finally cold that cannot boil. I am often attached to music, looking for cradle-like comfort, which makes people fly comfortably. Like a burst of fresh wind, I completely captured my heart when passing across my cheeks. In fact, love has always been a poisonous love flower. Every ordinary person who can fall into the enemy can be easily confused by promises like empty checks. He is crazy in the endless watch and the slim waiting. But he never thought that he dreamed of others in the dream of others, but he did not expect that he was ignorant of himself after all. In the severe winter, in the vast field, the fine leaves of rape were turning green and the wheat was turning green, which added a bright color of life to this pale and lonely season. I always thought that there was nothing left in the world after harvest, and the short emptiness made people often panic. In the cycle of seasons, but never thought about the signs of life, there are cycles again and again, which give our eyes full of vitality and bloom with emotion. Perhaps, we should feel very lucky to live in this blessed world. We don’t have to wait for a long time. In fact, spring blossoms are at an unexpected moment, and the happiness of the next stop is waiting at the corner of the world of mortals. We have always been dreamers without regrets. Our dreams are like a long-pregnant pupa, living in a dark night. Endure the long suffering silently and risk being frostbitten in winter. Soon after that, spring came and flowers blossomed. When the grass grew and warblers flew, we also wanted to break away from the bondage of cocoons with one pain, and then spread our wings and fly once. In my youth, it must be the most beautiful dance …… 1921197201

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