3: You are almost my cold rice.
4. Gossip in the alley, whose scar is set off again.
5. Shake the mouse's tail, cut pictures and words, and hang the vicissitudes and thirsty hearts in the city in mid-air to mock.
6. grade crossing's bell rings, stretching the direction back.
7. Love leaving is like a silent pantomime, which silences those words that are slowly spoken.
8: five dollars and one dollar are hot, and some people talk about it and some people are speechless.
Time has proved that falling in love with you is always a mistake.
10: am I the one you want to promise? Will everything about me affect you?
1 1: This world makes me lose the meaning of living.
12: Show our entanglements with the whole life.
13: life, that is, life can't help but make people happy, and life is earth-shattering.
14: the crystal ball is transparent and clear, and the line of sight is distorted through it.
15: The blue sky is in the sand and full of protests.
16: I don't believe in fate, but I just want to pray for happiness for you.
17: Nothing is warmer than the broken sun in the forest.
18: Turbulent darkness, with the ups and downs of the sea, floating with a touch of tenderness, without adding sadness.
19: Time secretly moved a desert from the glass, and the cactus gradually grew into our palms.
20: In fact, we are all drawers under the night, and we can't put in the sunshine during the day.
2 1: in the hourglass, time repeats to make up for another empty space with one empty space, and at the same time it is gained and lost.
22: Chinese characters live in a posture that represents wear and tear, and move forward on the ground with chin and stomach supported.
23: Squat down and let the stagnant water shine the truth after a hundred years. We have not evolved, but we must grow.
24: Standing on the dark ground like a match, waiting for the light of life.
25: Look in the mirror and you will never change the expression 1, calm as a stone and firm in silence. It's because of the smiling face mask you were forced to wear in those years that you pretended.
26: Cracks in the wall, mottled and off and on, witness the growth of one person and the aging of another.
Catch the light of the sun through the moon, time is carefully cut, and some people know that it will rain tomorrow.
The temperature of the sea surface determines the wildness of the wind and the frequency of oncoming mud flow.
29: the fragrance of meditation comes from all directions, shallow, stepping on the shell, and dividing the tide.
30: a song that is not too profound can't lead to inner sadness.
3 1: Give up thinking and action and get lost in an eternal moment.
It's not the air that dies, but the suffocation of love.
33: Drop the lying silhouette with vanilla, melt it along the wall into a wick, and burn it like a flower.
34: The homesickness of the sky and white clouds is also silent.
35: Stare at the faded face, put on a golden ribbon, let the wind open the hearing of soul diving, and let midnight come alive.
36: I dreamed again last night, and then I repeated my memories in a new dream. The details are clearer than frost flowers, and the result of frost flowers seems to be a person's life.
37: It was dark inside, and the night began to light up above the grave.
38: It was the wind that stopped the instant pain.
39: Street lamps drill spring, and life is everywhere. The lost fog grows legs, and their footprints hurt each other.
40: Chinese characters live in a posture representing wear and tear, and move forward on the ground with chin and stomach supported.
4 1: Get down and let the stagnant water shine for a hundred years. We have not evolved, but we must grow.
42: Standing on the dark ground like a match, waiting for the light of life.
43: Look in the mirror, the first expression that can't be changed, calm as a stone, silent and firm, is fake, because of the smiling face mask you forced to wear in those years.
44: Cracks in the wall, mottled and off and on, witness the growth of one person and the aging of another.
45: Give up thinking and action and get lost in an eternal moment.
It's not the air that dies, but the suffocation of love.
47: Drop the lying silhouette with vanilla, melt it into a wick along the wall and burn it like a flower.
48: Under that kind of sky, the homesickness of Baiyun is also silent.