Spring flowers fly in the air with fallen leaves, and care and pain say goodbye in my heart. Turned into flying butterfly, the light ink, the desolate and cool scenery are like tears of blessing, and the strong colors are like deep oil paintings. There is always a condensed figure at the end of the cloud and mist, and there is always a look under the moonlight Pavilion. Who hollowed out your soul and who cares about you. Say goodbye to today, the lost petals say goodbye to morning dew. If snow falls tomorrow, petals will fall in spring. The appearance of the world is already a vague memory, and the induction of the soul has been collected silently by each other. Whether there is still a forgotten corner in life, whether there are still many reluctant memories in dreams, no matter what, blessing is always the best farewell, no matter what, the pain in heart is also the best nostalgia. Fallen Flowers are like flowing water like years, fallen flowers are like flowing clouds in memory. A touch of touch, a touch of touch, is fate, and also a kind of beauty

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Time is still in a hurry, day after day, repeating the same story, without ups and downs, without twists and turns, the days in my eyes are as ordinary as me. Countless quiet and good nights, sitting alone in front of the screen, gently tap your fingertips, let the changeable wind pass through your heart. At a loss, express your love to the cloud, the cloud lowered its head and kept silent; Express your love to the fire, and the fire loses its enthusiasm. In leisure and leisure, traveling in your own world is so full and beautiful. However, suddenly standing in his own world, he chuckled: it turns out that words can also be deceived. Even I don’t know what I really want, but I can make my imagination so beautiful that even myself is inexplicably moved. My critical eyes searched in the world over and over again. Whenever the unreal image had a real reproduction in the reality, the image I beautified always made me feel that it was also real. Behind the hazy, I can’t touch the real side. How many surprises have I experienced, and how many losses will I bear. But now, the final result I got is still at a loss. Therefore, my love is sent to mountains, water, wind, cloud, fire, sun and moon. Cold branches are hard to live, lonely and sad. Can people live alone in the pure spiritual world? That lonely horse has been flying for too long, and it must be very tired. Which branch will it end up in??? It is as ordinary as me.

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