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The night is not young, the thoughts are still there, the loneliness is everywhere, the wind blows away, the blank in the memory, who should be filled?Is it you, it's me, or is it lonely, forever blank, leaving a sigh ......
The wind is swaying, and through the gaps in the leaves, I see the white clouds of the blue sky, the same hue, the same helplessness, not to weave the future, only to fill the remaining blank ...... with memories
This season, as pale as a lie, suddenly becomes cold and hot, like the decay of prosperity, and the helplessness of the story in the wind is still written.
At night, the wind of thoughts, wandering under the eaves, causes a sigh, and sorrow comes from it. Those years and waters, the sad colors that have slid through the fingers, once a beautiful beginning, are now regretful dialogues.
Sometimes, letting go, maybe it's the last love for you, although it hurts, but I understand that it's also love.
I remember that Yu Qiuyu once said: "There are some people in our lives who have rubbed shoulders with us, but we have not had time to meet them;I met, but I didn't have time to get acquainted;I got acquainted, but I didn't have time to get acquainted;It's familiar, but you still have to say goodbye. "The hurt in your eyes back then, that is, you didn't understand my love.
Think about the people in life who rub shoulders, meet, meet, and are familiar...They all leave deep and shallow imprints in their hearts, in a daze without you, alone, counting the color ...... of the falling flowers over the years
Lovesickness dyes loneliness, affectionate with whom to say?Do you understand it now?
Who is it, who has raised a glass and drunk the wind and snow, who is it, who has overturned the dreams of the past and present lives, caused the dust of right and wrong, is difficult to guess, and after several reincarnations, it is difficult to escape the emotional ...... of fate
I like to listen to the song "Hair Like Snow" in the middle of the night in Shendu, if one day, your sideburns are like snow, poignant parting, burning incense in front of the Buddha, can you move the resoluteness of the past?
The hourglass of time, how many years of Hua Xinju, how many memories of indifference, how many laughter scattered, how many tears and tears of tears and blood are buried.
Sigh time, sometimes like a flower, in the face of withered petals, why bother to find out who is who in the past, those lost beauty, can only be used to feel, or in the gap of time, in order to better cherish the present.
The window is cold and the tea is warm, occasionally, picking up the fragments of time, maybe not so complete, but they are all my concerns, a person is sometimes a complex of contradictions, seemingly perfect things do not like very much, and those with cracks, pierced into the heart, but remembered in the heart.
Time, always in its unique way, including a fragment of the past, the beauty of the past, can only be used to remember, this is the best tribute to the past, the beauty of the past, is the most beautiful petals blooming in the gap of time.
Perhaps, those good times, away from themselves, leaving only the loneliness and loneliness of the figure, the heart should still be full of hope, and the departed, with wishes;The present, cherished;Looking forward to the future.
The years go by, the thoughts are still there, this world is full of fireworks, in the face of the ups and downs and changes of life, a breeze and bright moon, a calm and warm, with inner tranquility, find the fulcrum of the soul, and ...... all the way forward