Mountains are a journey, water is a journey, flowers and trees are all related to love.
A love, a dream, a curtain of dreams, where to go.
June is approaching and July is setting sail. Who should I write a love poem for?
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When the sun lost its warmth for the day, I woke up. A person's sun and moon always have no time, and he doesn't know when he falls asleep.
When I fell asleep, I read the vernacular version of "Historical Records" for a while and put it on my chest. No wonder I was dreaming. In the dream, I felt as if I was being pressed down by a big stone, and I couldn't breathe, so I woke up.
The air conditioner is whirring. In the south, if there is no air conditioner, it will be really fatal. I think of the past, a long time ago, what the sun and moon would have been like without air conditioning.
sat in a daze, as if the past episodes were playing in his mind. Those who have met will never forget them once they fall in love. As long as your brain is idle, take advantage of it.
Love is so deep in the world, it is like this. When we meet, we feel the wind is light and the clouds are calm. It lasts for a long time, but suddenly we realize that everything is caught off guard. The love is too deep and the love is difficult for ourselves.
likes the word "go with the flow" very much. When people reach middle age, they have to learn to go with the flow. Although they always think about being deeply in love, they have to learn to remain calm.
likes the word "let nature take its course". Halfway through life, if you can't wait, stop waiting. Learn to let go. If you can, keep it in your heart, and it will be better.
I like the peaceful and quiet days very much. Time passes by, and the wrinkles at the corners of the eyes and eyebrows are filled with the vicissitudes of the years. The calm and light face reflects the glory of the past.
ended with no regrets. Those people I met and those secret feelings were originally unnecessary, let me forget them in the wind of the four seasons.
Although I will never forget it, there is no need to get entangled in the story of the annual rings. As long as we move on and cherish it, even if one day we live together in peace, it may not be a bad thing.
When people reach middle age, even the sufferings of the past have become the ironing of memories. Through the long river of time, although the road underfoot is long, we should take it seriously for the rest of our lives.
Practice slowly, walk slowly, learn to find the true meaning of life silently and in your slowness, and record the story of every moment with clumsy pen and ink.
The road of life is full of stops and starts. Mountains and water, each place has a different scenery.
The road of life is full of obstacles. Every plant, every tree, every flower, every leaf has different feelings.
The road of life is full of vicissitudes. Every word, every smile, every word and every deed, touched someone's heart and made someone's eyes jealous.
The road of life is full of ups and downs. Walking alone, lonely, passing through a city, falling in love with someone, one day, separation, I have been to your city.
Everything in the world is impermanent. The roads we have traveled, the sights we have seen, and the people we have met will all be like a cinnabar mole in our hearts that cannot be erased.
Walk and cherish, walk and forget. We meet in this life and perform a stage play of life. Who is the protagonist in the play?
The mortal world is rolling, and I am in love with the dusty wind. I always practice on the annual rings, flowers bloom on the road, and in the dojo of the years, I sing alone.
In the long world, I have met so many people and seen so many scenes. There will always be some people that you will never forget, and there will always be some scenes that touch your heart.
Text: Zhen Xiaozhu
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