There are too many encounters in life-a stroll along the postal road-a short rest in the pavilion-a look back-a stop.

In the misty rain and the world of mortals, I sigh with affection. Go home a few times with spring and feel the glow of age. Laugh at the life story, compose a song, Yue Hua. Meditation meets brocade ink, and ambition steps on yellow sand. Meng Xiao is gone forever, and Bing Xin has abandoned chaos. The world is vast, and I can do whatever I want. I said that cooking wine makes me happy in Taoism. Expedition to Wan Li Road, the bright moon is over.

After three thousand years of prosperity, it was finally settled by dust, just like the night when makeup was removed during the day, quiet and peaceful. Time flies, the gains and losses I care about in those years, the success or failure I care about, all become fleeting. At any time, the other shore is only one step away and the world is wide.

The breeze is cool and Liuzi is still there, and it is light in cloud flying. Ripples spread across the lake, lotus leaves brushed the boat, and a song and sound softly wrapped around the fingers. Make-up in front of the mirror, a little smile will disappear without a trace. Looking at the fence and thinking about it, I feel refreshed in the clear autumn.

A friend is a guitar in a happy day, playing the happiness of life for you; A friend is the spring breeze in a sad day, which gently blows away the sadness in your heart. Friends are mentors on the road to success, enthusiastically leading you to the sunshine. A friend is a bright light in failure and depression, silently driving away the haze of the soul for you.

As soon as spring comes, the rain comes: thin, like cow hair, like a flower needle, like a mother's hand, touching you. You see, the rain in the sky is crisp, but the grass color is far and near. The most important thing is that the benefits of a spring are better than the smoky willows in the imperial city &; The beauty of hellip& amphellip rain has long been deeply rooted in people's hearts.

Give me 3,000 frosts on the branches of Bai Mei, and I will dance alone for you, and I will not be sad any more.

Forced by loneliness, there is no harm in waiting alone. Remember your hopes. My heart is broken in myself. Sigh lightly, make a few prosperous, beautiful as a roll, but not fleeting. If you can go back to Iraqi company, what's the harm of asking how much wine you drank? Fire and smoke, fascinated by love. Draw the ground as a prison, when to lock the heart? Your death is over. The world is full of war and smoke, and Iraqis are drunk. Can we use day and night geometry? Although you are rich, what's the use of your concubine if she can't be with you?

Residual flowers are like a dream, falling all over the sky, dancing wildly and hurting my heart, along the most beautiful scenery on the horizon.

No matter how gorgeous the lights are outside, the ones at home are the warmest. A day is a miniature of eternity. Looking back on a certain month, I always want to find something, just like looking for that ecstatic old time in a pile of old clothes. And reason tells me that the old days were packed in beautiful vases and looked so beautiful from a distance; Approaching slowly, gently touching will spread around like fireworks, and reaching out to catch it will be a blank in nothingness.

A sentence extracts a lot of things, not what I want, I can get it. Many people can stay even if I don't stay. You are like sunshine between your fingers, warm and beautiful, but you can never catch it. I walked in the desert of love and lost my way; The scenery along the way can only be forgotten while walking. No more struggles, no more entanglements. Time is like water, always speechless.

Who extracts sentences, caresses my face and comforts me for half my life; Who, with my heart, melted my half-life frost; Who is it, holding my shoulder and driving me to be silent all my life; Who, call my heart and cover my life; Who can understand me and let me have no regrets in this life? Who can help my arm, unparalleled through the ages; Who can pour my heart, an inch of land is empty; Who can finish reading it and accompany me for a lifetime!

Walking on the road of life, decorate a winding road in my heart, because I have to walk thousands of times; In my heart, I am watering the most beautiful flowers, because I want to plant fragrance all the way; In my heart, there is an intoxicating breeze, and I want to spread the meaning of life; In my heart, cut out a flowing time, just for my elegant old age.

Thinking about the memories of the past, savoring the sadness of the present and thinking about the frustrations of the future.

In the fleeting time, even though this life has experienced a lot, the person who loves you as much as life can render love in words and call for remembrance in dreams. Isn't this an unforgettable touch and happiness? Can't you remember your lifelong attachment?

If youth can take notes, if frivolous can be free and easy, if the breeze can be natural and unrestrained, I have put my life's chip sorrow on it, just waiting for you to open a nine-day gambling game to show me the final winner.

Every sentence extracts idle flowers and falls to the ground, helping Liu Qingfeng. Tasting the world vaguely, inadvertently, winning elegance. Yes, the drizzle makes the wet clothes invisible, and the idle flowers fall to the ground to listen to the silence, which is easy to remind people of two poems by Wu Meicun.

Sentence excerpt fireworks, warmth. Close your fingers and stand on the branches of the years, listening to the low call of the wind in the distance. Be affectionate, smile, and know your meaning peacefully.

Your wordless warmth is an invisible companion; Far, far and near are suitable; Never leave; Say hello in the morning and evening, you can smile; Intentionally or unintentionally, it can brighten your heart and leave a permanent impression; Silent smile can also bloom the brilliant red flower of life; Heart-to-heart communication, like a breeze, a touch of warm sun, slowly fragrant in the years.