The original source "partial life wants to spend in the scenery, it should be this urgent scene."

Laugh and the world laughs with you.

Cry, you are the only one crying.

With this kind of thing, you should have a home.

Pushing open the door, thousands of feet can see everything in a glance, all white, oh white, lonely colors,

Only those who don't work hard can participate, and no extra furniture is allowed. Everything is in its proper place.

Pattern, you laugh, there is a distance between advance and retreat.

Turn round and round, know the benefits of smoothness, take a deep breath, and don't hesitate about anything.

The pain after hesitation, only you know.

She said, we will never know, life and death are rich-being happy with your son, holding your hand,

Growing old with our son is the saddest poem ... parting of life and death is a major event beyond our control.

Compared with external forces, how small we are, how small we are!

Even though my heart is Zhu Shazhi, it shines so brightly at the foot of my bed.

Can you be your own master?

Of course, it is not necessarily white, red in China, black at night, and colorful glass.

I like the thick ink heavy industry embroidered with gold and silver beads in Nepal. Sanskrit is very popular. Do you like it?

But the huge windows must be transparent and clean, and when you look out, your eyes are full of green.

Everything is not hazy and vague, and the straightforward way is so pleasant, but not lost.

Let me show you this. It's carefree. You said that Changle was not in full swing, but in an instant, the wall fell and everyone died, crumbling. Who would have thought?

The handle starts from the pen and turns to connect.

It should be the time of the year when you want flowers and brocade.

And sunshine, woo, the fragrance of sunshine.

It rained at dusk, but it was particularly warm and steamed from the soles of your feet.

I'm afraid you are sunshine.

Day after day, I saw the little sunshine dancing like a fairy.

I have seen those fragrant and clear faces, those tiny joys, those majestic youth, and those slightly sad love.

At night, pillows are used to hearing the smell of wind and rain, and the leaves outside the window are shaking.

I smiled slightly, and my fingertips outlined along the dark lines on the wallpaper.

From the core of this flower to the stem of that flower, the lights are spread out layer by layer, and the dust seems to be strung together with gold thread.

Sliding and shaking, flashing.

The house is full of fireworks, and I don't know if it is cool in autumn.

Remove the scent from the bottom of the wrist.

You said you knew the end of life, so I made this for you.

You said that no matter how busy you are, you will eventually be separated, so I have been with you all my life.

You said you knew yourself well, so I made this winter flower Xia Xue for you.

You said you liked the good old days, so I drew this ukiyo-e painting for you.

You said you were worried that it was too cold up there, so I handed over the mountains and rivers to please you.

In the end, sadness is just a dialogue with loneliness.