Like gentle and elegant sentences, like a cup of sweet and pleasant, like a quiet smile, like the spring breeze of the willow, like the innocent childlike, like the infinite meditation, like to walk without urgency, like the sea Traveling in a wide sky, like the love of a little taste, like the friendship of light, like a pleasing life, like a beautiful life has a kind of miss, is a faint happiness; there is a kind of happiness, is often concerned; there is a concern It is far from appreciation. . Missing a bird without wings, blindly staying in my heart; as long as there is tomorrow, today is always the starting line; you are not a poet, but you can live poetically. If you can live poetically, then you are a poet; don't just mix up from the bottom, you will mix very special; the problem is also point, point to the happiness I thought before, there is a destined person, his unconditional love You will never be separated from you. Now I think happiness is, my tears are very high, my smile is very low, because there are a lot of things worthy of my happiness, and things that deserve my cry are getting less and less. Waiting like an injured bird, stunned in the branches, watching the rising smoke, wandering to the horizon. The resentment on the forehead Parliament Cigarettes, on every sleepless night, danced on the wall of the white enamel, the hand on the palm of the years is missing! I am used to being alone, accustomed to listening to sad songs, used to distort in a corner, watching spring and spring come, looking at the flowers and flowers, pointing to the sadness of the season, and the grief of the city. The city is quiet, the leaves are breathtaking, the wind is weeping, and the shadows of the mess are perched in the dust, even though it is splendid. It��s so beautiful, it��s no match for the snow of the Man��s dance. The heart was finally cold, and finally faded. In this bleak and cool, I couldn��t bear to look back, and I moved in a step, and I fell into the river, and the flowers fell. If you can, just want to make a dead leaf, quietly melt the face of the old age, and become a smoke. I am very tired. I am used to pretending to be strong. I am used to being alone. I don't know what I want. Sometimes I can be very happy to talk to everyone, but it can be very arrogant, but no one knows, it is just disguise, very deliberate disguise; I can make myself very happy and happy, but can not find the source of happiness Just a silly smile. Why is it that no one admits that the factors that make one's eyes wide open and mature become "not" but "missing"? Disappointment, failure, frustration, loss of love, no matter how far the road, can come to an end; no matter how deep the pain, there will be a day of end. Carrying the hope of tomorrow, in every day of pain and happiness, we can go even stronger. As long as you don't give up, there is nothing that can make you back down; as long as you are strong enough, there is nothing that can make you feel beautiful, the situation is still strong, the sun is still bright, but my heart is still faint, like a layer Fog, lingering. The wind blew gently from the ear, did not bring your voice, I can only quietly recall those who used to. I miss the scent of the scorpion that year! Everything in the world is like spring, summer, autumn and winter. There is no suspense to cycle. No season is perfect. You can always find reasons for not loving: too hot, too cold, too sun, too cloudy... paranoid people can find their own happiness. The logic is: If the popsicles are too much to be cherished, then be a baby in the winter; if the summer is too crowded, find your own winter sea. Sometimes you choose to stay away from someone. It��s not because you don��t care, but because you know it clearly. It��s not that you have greedily captured every moment worthy of retention. In the end, it��s also a failure to embrace. You can only sigh, time is a Unreal and confusing things. The new life has finally returned to a state of whiteness. Do not remember the old people, do not dispute the old things, do not leave the old time. Countless dusks, thin figure, lingering in the deep alleys of the yellow Marlboro Red, wind, caressing straight hair, street lights shining through the cheeks of tears Wholesale Cigarettes. The grassy fragrance of a season, a piece of fallen leaves, it is difficult to describe the leaves and blame! Love is not tired! Heart, in the autumn grass, stunned and confused.
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