Looking back suddenly, you can see beautiful sentences in the horizon (selected 2 1 sentence)

1, suddenly looking back, looking at the beautiful sentences on the horizon.

2, suddenly looking back, looking at the horizon, my heart is still pity, looking back at the bleak place, there is no wind, no rain and no sunny.

3. Looking back suddenly, looking at the horizon from afar, I still feel pity. Even if I am empty to the bright moon, drinking tea and writing poems and lyrics alone, I am so young and crazy.

4, suddenly looking back, looking at the horizon, my heart is still pitiful, not sad or fragrant, I hope a flower will bloom, scent the whole spring, and dream for a while.

5, suddenly looking back, looking at the end of the world, my heart is still pitiful, I don't want to hate Taiwan's butterflies, I hope that one shade will be quiet and enlightened.

6. Looking back suddenly and looking at the horizon from afar, I still feel pity, not lamenting that the mountains and rivers will be silent forever. I hope a drizzle can capture an erratic and subtle story.

7. Looking back suddenly, you can't see the end of the world. I still pity in my heart. Who will silently paint a brilliant picture around the years? How do you know each other in this life?

8. Looking back suddenly, I can't see the end of the world, but my heart is still full of pity. In my dream, the whole world will grow into another me, where I will walk between mountains and rivers, face the sky and drink with the earth.

9. When I suddenly look back and see the end of the world, my heart is still pitiful. If I can put aside the secular world and come carefully, I can definitely be rude in the world, with a tired body, and sleep lazily in endless hope.

10, suddenly looking back, looking at the end of the world, I still feel pity in my heart. After several rejoicing, it was followed by many disappointments, and finally I fell into wishful thinking, sighed and was heartless.

1 1. Looking back suddenly and looking at the horizon, my heart is still full of pity. I quietly planted the Bodhi embankment in a dream. When it germinated and touched my dawn, give me an umbrella to shelter me from the wind and rain. I want nothing more.

12, suddenly looking back, looking at the end of the world, I still have pity in my heart. I always want to learn to meditate, hoping that a Buddhist sound will be introduced to my ears, and then I cross my legs in front of the Buddha, spinning a string of Buddhist strings and quietly erasing my long-buried persistence.

13, suddenly looking back, looking at the horizon, my heart is still pity, the starry sky will accompany me through the years without regret and loneliness, flowers and plants are my partners, and there is another person to comfort me besides me.

14, suddenly looking back, looking at the horizon, my heart is still pity. If I can, I will be an outsider, watching the lingering landscape and the feud between the clouds and the moon. This is probably what I want to do most now.

15, suddenly looking back, looking at the end of the world, my heart is still pitiful, listening to my heartbeat, peeking at my soul, and looking up gently, I found that the footsteps of time had quietly climbed to the top of the tree and were dyed yellow by the setting sun.

16, suddenly looking back, looking at the end of the world, I still have pity. If there is an afterlife, I would like to turn into a lotus, hold a wisp of breeze and kiss a piece of green duckweed. Everyone knows it is charming, blooming calmly, elegant and charming alone for a while.

17, suddenly looking back, looking at the horizon, my heart is still pity, standing at the age of 30, my eyes are sad. At this time, the previous admiration seemed to instantly become a sad rope, which tied the initial encounter and stopped all my thoughts.

18, suddenly looking back, looking at the horizon, my heart is still pity. Today, I sigh like water slowly flowing through the years, and I don't know whose shore it is. Now, sigh slowly flows through the years like running water, and I don't know whose other shore it flows into.

19, suddenly looking back, looking at the horizon, my heart is still pity, the breeze is slowly forming, and the fragrance is pleasant. A crimson maple leaf rolled away and landed gently in the green river. It seems to be transformed into a flat boat, carrying all the depression and sailing to a new shore.

Looking back suddenly, I feel sorry for the end of the world. Today, let it grow old and the excitement is over. I still want to go alone in my life. I only hope that I can be lonely, don't touch my body everywhere, and feel a little taste of the world in every corner.