The years are still the same, the memory is gone, who cherishes the long term affection

Mondo Culture Updated on 2024-01-29

Autumn and Winter Check-in Challenge

The red sun sets in the west, everything is smeared with layers of gold, the gentle sunset reflects the face, the sunset smudges the sky and the jungle by the lake, the wind rises, the leaves are yellow, the leaves are falling, the cold wind is sorrowful, and the twilight is heavy and ......

Mood, up and down in the whirlpool of memories, I don't know how much time has passed, my heart sinks with the sunset, slowly moves my thoughts, twists a weak corner, in the depths of time, travels to the past, and silently revisits the past.

The catkins of time are flying around in the sea of flowers of the four seasons, and when they encounter the bonfires of the passing years, they leave lovesick tears and wet ......their eyes

At the end of the alley in memory, whose thoughts are stranded in the distance?

Time is shallow, fingertips tossing and turning, a firework, a look of dust, empty hatred, warmth is still shallow, who cherishes the short and long.

The breeze and the moon are skinny, who, with a melancholy eye, looks through the intersection of the alley....Tears are shining, and you come softly in your dreams, just in an instant, ...... you are fading away from your sight

Shoulder to shoulder, turn on the humid air, the fog disperses, gathers and disperses the melancholy of the fate, and grows madly in the heart.

Don't dare to pluck the heartstrings rashly, for fear of humbling Liuli's prayers.

Outside the window, the grass and trees are withered and yellow, the withered leaves are scattered, and the depressed colors come into view, and I, still waiting on the other side of my heart, staring into the distance: you, where is the autumn like me?

You see, when three thousand gentleness turns into a lingering like water;You listen, when the eyes are full of autumn love, and the awakening of the dream, the fireworks are hazy, and you are powerless to pick up the ...... of yesterday

I can't grind away the ruthlessness of the streamer, I can't move the turntable of the years, unconsciously, the hesitant footsteps have walked to the embankment of the ferry of the years, look through, the scenery that has come along the way, the competition is reluctant and the distressed dream is broken....

With the passage of time, life can not go back to the past, can not touch the dissipation of prosperity, the vicissitudes of time, and go around and back to the original point.

I don't know when, the sky is drifting with a light rain, along the banks of the years, I can't see tomorrow.

Who said: "The sun and the moon are two lights, a dream in spring and autumn", the wind of the season blows the surface of the lake, telling a quiet and silent change....

How many fiery emotions are condensed in time, and how many vague fantasies are frozen?Those figures that faded out of their minds, but inadvertently fell into their memories and sank into the ...... of exclamation in the wind

The red dust is gone, the world is chaotic, deep in it, it is inevitable that the eyes will be filled with moss and falling flowers, and the autumn wind and fallen leaves will dance with a small sorrowful wish....

The autumn night is as cool as water, the night wind blows the heart lake, and the old sorrow, rippling with the waves...

Some of the past, it is difficult to wipe the old marks, some dreams, beautiful heart sails, pour a pot of the past, and the time is against the lamp, the dream moves with the heart, no regrets and no complaints.

I still remember that day, and at a glance, I unconsciously engraved it in my heart, and the end of the world may be the only ending in this life.

The passing years are still the same, you can't come to the three lives and three worlds, you can't bring the long stream of fine water, you can't wear the autumn water, you can't fade the infatuation, and the years will flow slowly, see or not.

Time flies, reincarnation is slow, three lives go forward, a piece of paper is deep, charming, quiet night, think of your thoughts into tears and ......

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