"It doesn't matter which section it is, because all the time is lived up to and wasted, and only after it has been let down and wasted, can a certain section be taken out of memory, patted the dust deposited on it, and lamented that it is the most Good time."
Because all time is wasted and let down. But I don't like the dream of youth the most, maybe I can't bear to see the exile.
love dream.
Zhang Zhen turned out to be so beautiful. Just a white shirt, a small flat head, and the light simulating the chin, he just looked up at Shu Qi. In the role, she must not look at him at this time. His eyes crawled and stretched out inch by inch, but he remained calm.
Write to you. And she still got up early, through the fog on the side of the window, she stared fixedly, unexpectedly there was a letter standing in the mailbox, unpacked, read, this long watery years, and then only gently Stow in drawer.
But she was always so shy and smiling. In the billiard hall, people walk around, you come alone, only behind me, turn around to face each other, and then lower your head and smile, or time bears tenderness. Light a cigarette for you and save the time.
People in the past, is it a visit that has thousands of mountains and rivers, and the process is enough to make people tempted. I am deeply afraid that I will die in the end, because that doesn't make me feel sorry. Here I am slowly captured by love, and there is light rain in the night, walking all the way, even if I miss the bus back, I will not be lonely.
Dream of freedom.
Clear and sturdy, and unique in it. Is such a person's eyes blind to the light? He could only get him a smile of appreciation, or, the sound of the strings finally looked back, and for a moment the mountains and rivers were equivalent to confidants. One night in the small building, after washing and clearing the light, he was alone guarding the charcoal fire, leaving the pavilion full of Huilan incense.
Falling into the dust net, it is already impossible to move an inch, and now even my heart is sinking, I can't help but ask people to say a word for this once happy and sad loneliness, have you thought about it
?
Knowing that this is sad, he
also went to Weizhou head to return.
So many events in seventeen years,
Chunfan downstairs Wan Tao mourns.
How can you not think about it.
Words and sentences, my heart only thinks of your peace, and your heart already cherishes the kingdom of the world.
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