I don’t know who these two sentences are from, but I like them very much

1 Life is just a funeral banquet. It started with joyful songs, but inevitably ended with sorrow and joy. That moment of youthful beauty tastes all the desolation.

2 people see the storm pouring down, but I see the country as picturesque! It is said that human destiny is determined by destiny and cannot be changed, but there are always people singing that my destiny is up to me! Even if it is the Shura hell, I must stand up and stand up. Break! After seeing all the ups and downs, it is the indifference that looks at the world with a smile...

This is Guo Jingming's

1. Many things we think we will never forget in our lives. , was forgotten by us in the days when we never forget it.

2. You give me a tear, and I see all the ocean in your heart.

3. Will the love engraved on the back of the chair be like the flowers on the cement, blooming in a lonely forest without wind?

4. This is more like a sad metaphor.

5. This sad and bright March passed through my thin youth, through the purple pansy, through the kapok. Through the sadness, joy and impermanence that sometimes appear and disappear.

6. I can be happy for several days when you smile once, but I feel sad for several years when I see you cry once.

7. I'm not afraid, I just can't bear it.

8. Lonely people always remember everyone who appears in their lives, just as I always think of you endlessly!

9. On every night when the stars fall, Count my loneliness over and over again.

10. Whenever I look at the sky, I don’t like to talk. Whenever I talk, I don’t dare to look at the sky.

11. How can ripped jeans stand together with an evening dress, and how can my guitar play with your piano.

12. There was once a smile that appeared in my life, but in the end it dissipated like mist, and that smile became a rapid river buried deep in my heart. I couldn’t swim across it. The voice has become my desperate song every day and every night.

13. The noise and brightness of the world, the joy and happiness of the world, are like clear streams, passing by in the wind and before your eyes, and warmth gushes out like spring water. I have no extravagant expectations, I As long as you are happy, don't be sad.

14. The wind blows up the fleeting time like broken flowers, and your smile sways and sways, becoming the most beautiful embellishment in my life. Look at the sky, the snow, and the deep shadows of the seasons.

15. A person always has to take a strange road, see strange scenery, listen to strange songs, and then at an inadvertent moment, you will find that you have tried so hard to forget things. I really just forgot about it.

16. Hiding in a certain time, missing the palm prints of a certain period of time, hiding in a certain place, missing a person who stands on the way in and out, who makes me care.

17. Hold my hand and walk with your eyes closed and you won’t get lost.

18. I always tell myself that even if one day we are no longer together, we must act as if we are together.

19. My sixth wish is: I want to be a lifelong friend with you. 20. Maybe my personality is too negative. As long as it is sad and poignant, I like them all.

21. If the memory is as hard as steel, should I smile or cry; if the steel corrodes like memory, then this is a fantasy city or a ruin.

22. There was a group of sheep grazing on the grass. A car drove by. Only one sheep did not look at the car and grazed quietly. This sheep seemed particularly lonely.

23. Forget it if you haven’t finished talking about some things. Everyone is a king, domineering in his own world. You don’t want to listen to me, but you don’t want me to listen to you either.

24. There are only so many places around you, and you can only give so much. In this small circle, some people want to come in, and some people have to leave.

25. When will my wife come home?

26. If I love someone, I can give up everything for him, including my life.

27. Immature people die for a great cause, while mature people live humbly for a great cause.

(from "The Catcher in the Rye")

28. Little A said: Let me die and let love stay, and I want to say: Let love die and I want to live a humble life!

29. Youth is a bright sadness.

30. As long as I know that you are still alive in this world, I will be fine.

31. No matter what I do, you still have to treat me as a person, right?

32. We smile and say; we stay at the same place in time, but in fact we have already been silently swept away by the torrent. Sweep away.

33. Some people will always be engraved in our memory. Even if we forget his voice, his smile, and his face, the feeling every time I think of him is That will never change.

34. Brother, please feel free to——

35. Those people who said they would never be separated have already scattered to the end of the world.

36. I have no extravagant hopes. I just want you to be happy and not sad.

37. Friends always protect you from the wind and rain. If you bear the wind and rain in the distance and I am unable to do anything, I will also pray to let the wind and snow fall on me.

38. Before I knew it, I was in tears.

39. It turns out that children who are involved with words are never happy. Their happiness is like playful children, wandering to the sky, wandering to the sky but not coming back.

40. Our relationship is as strong as RMB.

41. Without me holding the light for you, will you feel sad on the way home?

42. Without that light in the dark, I worry that you will be like a little Children are also afraid of the dark and getting lost.

43. I didn’t know that when I die, staring at the sky will be so desolate. The mournful chirping of snowbirds slants across the sky. I see your face floating in the blue sky. Above the colorful sky, I smiled because I saw you, as happy as a child who has not grown up.

44. Xiaobei is one person, Xiaoxu is one person, I am one person, and we are three people; Xiaobei is one person, Xiaoxu is one person, I am one person, I am now is a person.

45. The night gave me black eyes, but it made me fall in love with the pain the night gave me.

46. I can’t imagine how many people I want to kill.

47. Climb the tree tomorrow.

48. The sound of the cello is like a river. The left bank is the memories that I cannot forget, the right bank is my bright years worth holding on to, and what flows in the middle is my faint sentimentality year by year.

49. I always stare at those homeless sorrows like the rising sun and the sinking moon.

50. Because I know that there is always Gu Xiaobei with a bright smile waiting for me at the end of the road, which makes me brave.

51. The best thing is to be with you often.

52. We are like needles on the surface, constantly turning. As we turn, we watch time fly away, but there is nothing we can do.

53. Just when I thought everything Nothing has changed. As long as I am happy, I can fall into your arms again. When I never come out, everything has changed. I am like a nautilus hiding in a shell and sleeping forever. When I poke my head out and look at the world. , the sea where I used to live has become an unattainable mountain range, and I am a fossil dead on the cliff.

54. The space formed by singing allows the years to come and go freely, so it still protects the face of the person who has never changed and a huge hatred that has never ended.

55. One day I will walk away from you silently without making any sound. I have missed a lot. I am always sad alone.

56. I will Watching you smile, sink, be proud, and lose like now, so I am happy with you and sad with you, but I have been standing in the present while you always stay in the past. 57. If waiting can bring a miracle, I would rather wait. Go on, even for a year, or for a lifetime!

58. On the days when the black wind blows, on the days when the snowbirds scream through the sky, on the days when the red lotuses bloom and the cherry blossoms hurt, on the days when thousands of In the cracks and gaps of years, in the smile when you lower your head and look up, I always burst into tears, because I always think of you with unfinished thoughts. Is this the cruelest and gentlest imprisonment?

59. Birds in the sky, are you more lonely than me, or am I more sad than you? How about you accompany me for the rest of the time, so that you are not lonely and I will not be sad...

60. My tears flowed down, irrigating the soft grass below. I wonder if the memory and sorrow will blossom in the coming year.

61. At that time, I was just a person who shuttled back and forth between the library and the dormitory every day with a pile of books.

62. I stand in heaven and stare at you, just as you stare at me with a little sadness.

63. Going out is not scary, the only fear is that you don’t know when you will come back.

64. I want to marry Lin Lan when I have grown up. I will no longer be the autistic and silent big kid I am now. I will wear a neat white suit and drive the latest car. I will pick her up in a nice car at the door of her house. I want everyone to see her happiness.

65. I like to stand on the cliff of love and look at the pictures of luxurious and bright youth lying at my feet and burst into tears

66. People all over the world are leaving You are here, and I will be by your side, and there will be hell for us to run rampant together.

67. My sunset-like sadness is like a melancholy bird, and the melancholy bird flies into my sunset-like sadness.

68. In the torrent of time, we will always grow up.

69. The commotion at the airport stopped after a while. People here all have their own directions, taking off in a hurry and landing in a hurry, taking away other people's stories and leaving their own memories.

70. I am used to your dependence on others, even though I am also a child.

71. The red lotus is about to bloom, the twin stars will eventually converge, and the wheel of fate has begun. Please wait patiently.

72. I want to know whose thoughts these wild geese flying south in a hurry have taken away.

73. I stand for too long and talk for too long and I’m tired. How come you still can’t understand? I write too much and I write for too long and I’m tired. How come you still can’t understand? can't read.

74. I have always wanted others to know my feelings, the heaviness, the unspeakable sadness and desolation. However, how can I draw all my life wheels for you on a shallow piece of paper? How can I make you understand.

75. When you truly love something, you will find how fragile and powerless language is.

76. Forgetting is our unchangeable destiny. Everything is like a misaligned drawing. Everything in the past cannot be returned to the past. It just slowly extends and staggers bit by bit. Maybe it staggers. Things we should really forget.

77. When my spiritual energy became extremely powerful, the people I wanted to protect were no longer there...

78. At that moment, I seemed to hear The sound of the world falling apart.

79. I stood in the crowd, feeling as sad as if I was dead. My tears fell down in big drops, and fell on the red carpet where they walked hand in hand.

81. What is happiness? It means hiding your sadness and smiling at everyone.

82. There is no soft love in a hard city. Life is not Lin Daiyu, and it will not be charming because of sadness.

83. I will come back, bringing back the fragrance of kapok and redbud all over my body, and then tell you that I have found heaven.

84. I squatted on the roadside, crying like a child.

85. We have been looking for the ending that we all have.

86. Little A said that you are not the only one who can write books now. It has already reached the point where a billboard is dropped and three people are killed, and two of them can write articles.

87. It looks good, but it’s a bit ugly.

88. Can you just let me run away into nothingness through time in a world that no one knows about?

89. Why should people who don’t like Shanghai be born in Shanghai?

90. I count your smiles every day, but you feel so lonely even when you smile. They say your smile is beautiful and relaxed.

91. There is only so much warmth in my life, and I gave it all to you. But you left me, and you asked me how to smile at others again.

93. As time goes by, the petals of memory will arrive in the next spring. The petals in the sky have lost their original bright colors, and what you can see are sad lines, with the traces of the vicissitudes of life left behind. The mark is said to be the projection of pain, and the record is the sad process of the last century.

94. A little bit of longing, like the passing of time.

95. The past is like smoke, and those past memories are copied and pasted in my brain. Every corner of my world is about you - maybe I will miss you often. Think about it, you can see it every day. Your happy time, without you, I still leave the news about you - everything about you will be forgotten one day, in the future that we don’t want to forget but will be forgotten by the years, but you will always be in our lives. That is a part of my growth that will never disappear. 96. All the love, all the hate, all the wet memories in the heavy rain, all the camphor, all the tears and hugs, all the unforgettable hot years, all the prosperous and The separated lives all rushed towards the grand death together in that summer before the summer solstice. 97. The most beautiful embellishment of life, look at the sky, the snow, and the deep shadow of the season.

98. What confronts goodness is not necessarily evil. Probably cruel too. What confronts ideals is not necessarily just worldliness. Maybe naive too.

99. If I could be with you, I would rather let all the stars in the sky fall, because your eyes are the brightest light in my life.

100. In order to do one more question than others, we would rather stay up late without sleeping. The next day, they looked at each other's dark circles and said that the game last night was really good. Everyone smiled and understood each other tacitly.

101. That boy taught me how to grow. That girl taught me how to love. They once appeared in my life and then disappeared. However, I don’t believe they are angels. They are the most ordinary boys in the world. Girl, so I have been standing under the camphor tree and waiting because I believe that they will come back to me one day and teach me more things (the summer solstice has not yet arrived).

102. Sometimes when I wake up in the sunshine in the morning, I wonder in a daze, did the story that happened ten years ago really happen?

103. Me I rarely recall Duan Qiao. I only vaguely remember Duan Qiao’s appearance, big eyes, and straight nose when I watch the geese flying past in two groups during the lonely evening or when the seasons change. There are also two dimples at the corners of his mouth. They say that boys with dimples are good at talking sweet words, but I no longer remember those nice words Duan Qiao said to me.

Time easily covers our lives like water. The only memory I remember about Duan Qiao is the story about angels at that time. Several people I once said to Duan Qiao, I thought Qingtian was the angel in my life, will tell me I love everyone who is mature, but I didn’t expect that the real angel in my life is Duan Qiao. He appeared in my life in a hurry, behind the checkout counter in the convenience store, and showed me my beautiful life. He taught me True love taught me a beautiful life, and taught me never to give up on myself just because I come from a small city. Even a child from the countryside can become the best architect. I still vaguely remember what Duan Qiao said to me. I remember the fragments about him in my memory, and the place where he was born in Yongning, which is a small town close to the sea. He has been able to see the sea since he was a child, but he has never seen snow. When he saw the first university in Beijing, he was even attracted by his classmates. Ridiculous, but now, he should be in the Kingdom of Heaven. When he explained his hometown to me, he said it meant eternal peace. So, is the Kingdom of Heaven above the white clouds another Yongning? It’s just that he didn’t have time to reconcile. You went to see the sea together. This is the biggest regret in my life. Now I can remember you calmly. I can also talk about you in a not sad tone. I can also say it without shedding tears. I have gone to heaven, and I can no longer think about you for a long time. Only occasionally, your naughty face and your dimples will still appear and disappear suddenly in my memory, just like when you were alive, you liked to suddenly kiss me tightly from behind. It's only occasionally that you hold me tight. On a crowded street or on a bus, I suddenly miss the warmth you surrounded me with your hands. (The summer solstice has not yet arrived)

104. There is actually something called trust in the world. Sometimes you will inexplicably trust someone you are not familiar with, and you will tell him many, many things. Even these are things that even your best buddies have never told. Sometimes you will inexplicably not trust a person who gets along with you day and night, even if you have shared and guarded countless secrets together, but at that time, you see She looked at his face and didn't believe him.

105. We live in such a complicated world, and are pulled blindly toward the end of the world by irregular things that never repeat like pi...

106. Just wait. When the tide recedes, when you see the entire continent exposed above the sea, you will realize how many broken bones there are, exposed to the broad daylight.

107. And now, the blue ocean looks so beautiful.

108. The word "forever" seems to have never appeared before.

109. I overturned the whole world just to straighten your reflection. ("I overturned the whole world just to straighten your reflection. Your shoulders propped up a summer, but I couldn't see the end no matter how hard I looked." comes from the preface of the most classic "Sacred Biography") 110. Every day there are countless People pour into this rapidly rotating city - bringing their grand plans or soapy daydreams; every day, countless people leave the forest of skyscrapers in this stiff and indifferent city - leaving behind their tears. ("Tiny Times")

111. This is a city that is developing at the speed of light.

112’s swirling material desires and vigorous vitality have turned the city into a complex underground labyrinth.

113 This is an era of indifference as sharp as a dagger.

114. Digging holes one after another in the human heart, and then burying ticking bombs. The rapid differentiation between the two levels of wealth is literally tearing people's souls in half.

115. Among freshmen boys, 80% wear glasses, and half of the remaining 20% ??wear pants with legs three inches too short, exposing the white nylon underneath. Socks, and the other half, throw them into the sea of ??people, and you will never be able to find them.

116. In our ordinary and confused life, there is not only easy laughter and hilarious fun. In the slow advancement of time day after day, there is a lot of pain, like thumbtacks, being pierced into our hearts as the wheels roll by.

117. Our pain comes from love. But our happiness also comes from love.

118. The thick night outside the window is made particularly heavy by the silence, like a pool of lake water on a windless day.

Under the yellow streetlight, a man and woman on a date would occasionally pass by each other. Their shadows were stretched very long, like the word "happiness" in capital letters.

119. In fact, our lives turn around like this day by day. The second hand, minute hand, and hour hand drag their shadows and turn into countless densely packed days, which eventually converge into the long river of time and become the huge era we live in. And I, and we, are all the tiniest and most insignificant part of it.

120. There were many swaying green haloes in the dream, but later it became clear that they were a whole group of huge and quiet trees. The shadows of the trees swayed into an ocean, sloping toward the end of the earth. Huge green waves rolling away.

121. Countless sky-high-priced real estate properties along the coast are bathed in the dim yellow rain of Shanghai. There is a lonely lady who dials her husband’s mobile phone for the twelfth time and the call she hears is still forwarded to voicemail. Holding the silk pillow in a daze, he leaned against the bed and looked at the river outside the window. The churning yellow foam resembles an endless whirlpool of desire.

122. It’s the end of December. It started to rain continuously in Shanghai. God wrapped the entire Shanghai with leaden dark clouds overhead, and then began to water the flowers densely. The light is so dark that it makes people feel depressed. Even if all the fluorescent lights above the head are turned on, I can only provide a more lonely and pale color.

123. In Gu Li's life, just a few decades, he should follow the biological principle of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages. Quickly leave people and things that are harmful to you, and then quickly grab everything that is beneficial to you. The entire life should be an equation that strictly follows mathematical theorems. From the beginning to the end, we should always solve for the value of X.

136. This is the strongest syllable of tragedy - the huge mournful cry of the low violin that fills the entire empty world.

139. We always admire those shining people. We always feel that they are like gods. They conquer the world with their powerful and irresistible charm and power. But we will never know what price they paid in exchange for a shining life.

140. When I was sleeping in bed, when I was elated by love, when I was lying on the sofa boredly watching TV series and soap operas, they drank up a new cup of coffee and rubbed their hands. Rub your eyes and move on to something new. They held their phones and closed their eyes for an hour on the sofa.

142. We live in a vast universe, surrounded by cosmic dust and galactic light dust floating all over the sky. We are existences smaller than these. You don't know when life suddenly changes direction and falls into darkness as thick as ink. You are dragged into the abyss by disappointment, you are pulled close to the grave by disease, you are trampled to pieces by frustration, you are ridiculed, ridiculed, hated, resented, and abandoned. But we always retain hope in our hearts and a beating heart that is unwilling to give up. We are still making small efforts despite great despair. This feeling of not wanting to give up, they become little stars in the boundless darkness. We are all little stars.

This is my favorite advertising slogan from Chevrolet

I love cars. From the day I got on my dad’s tractor, my dream is to design a car that Chinese people like. , although this is not a smooth road, I am glad that every day in my life, I am getting closer to that childhood goal, which is firm and beautiful in my heart. How far can my love go, until Made in China becomes Made for China!

——Cars

I love traveling, not for anything else but to see more of the world. I don’t fly or take taxis, but I have been to More places than anyone else. Life is like this, just keep moving forward if your feet grow on you.

How far can my love go, until the scenery I long for becomes a place I have walked!

——Travel

I love playing, but I don’t have close friends everywhere. I have never thought about becoming a musician, and I have no intention of using music to save the world, but at least I love I will always carry things on my shoulders. Life is originally an improvisational performance. How far can my love go, until every journey becomes my stage!

——Musicians

Our passion is our small shop, selling old things we like, and following in the footsteps of others, it is better to open up our own territory and hit the south The wall will never look back. Who said that hobbies can't achieve great things? There are no dreams that can't be achieved, only people who wake up too early. How far can our love go, until walking the path of others becomes walking our own path!

——Shopkeeper’s article

If you are writing essays, I would also like to send you some beautiful essays I have collected.

Time flies , suddenly like a dream

Your face is blurred in my sight, imprisoning me in the mortal world like a huge net in the sky. I curled up my legs, clenched my hands, and struggled not to compromise. In the troubled fate, the thread in whose hands held you and me together and then let go.

Happiness has been thrown into the bottomless abyss. Even if you follow it desperately, you will only get the blame of being broken into pieces. I have so much hatred and so much sorrow that I will keep my beauty for you all my life, and my hair will fade away overnight.

——Inscription

In the flower year of life, pink flowers gather in all seasons. In the spring of that year, the peach blossoms bloomed in colorful reds. Amidst the turmoil of the world, the sentimental flowers passed by Butterfly, sweet as honey, mist that lasts for several springs, summers, autumns and winters, opens a banquet of love in the left atrium, and falls in love with you the moment you step into the dense world of mortals.

I thought that the dream fate would last for thousands of years, and my cherished limbs were alert to prevent the flowers from blooming too brightly and the time to pass by in a hurry. However, the dream that was on the verge of being broken, even if I tried my best to cover it up, It's just that the flowers have withered and faded, and their faces are pale all year round.

On the day you left, tears flowed down the embankment, and the sorrow that would not let me slack off filled my heart. Ding Ling’s lonely beauty, even if I abandon my grace, I can’t call back the decisive figure who left. .

In the days and nights since you left, I finally understood that the days are like years. The poems predicted by the ancients filled my ears, like knives, cutting into my heart one after another. The deserted garden of the left atrium is overgrown with weeds, but a new grave is isolated. I hold a hammer in my hand, stroke by stroke, deep and shallow, and carve the words of pain - your name, sharp and absolute, That is a novel that my blood and tears cannot forge.

The wind has blown away the famine years, and the rain has moisturized the winter face. I sit quietly in front of the dressing table, imitating the ancient women, with thin black hair and simple paintings, but the face soaked with vicissitudes of life is as white as the moon. It's so astringent that people can't bear to touch it deeply, and it's so weak that people can't bear to touch it deeply.

Dab the powder puff, lightly smear honey lips, rouge stains the cheeks, and the willow eyebrows are picturesque, looking at the beautiful lady in front of the shadow, not as charming as Xi Shi, not as valiant as the beautiful lady, only the melancholy between the eyebrows can be seen Thousands of beautiful faces can't hide the slight resentment in my heart. I sigh like flowers and beautiful family, but they also fall into the past.

The winter snow is forgotten, the fallen heroes are all gone, the horizon line walking alone in the dusk gradually disappears under the setting sun, the wind, flowers, snow and moon in the lonely mortal world, the unbreakable fate, angered the flower-like heartstrings, playing for thousands of years previous oath. You and I have been practicing Buddhism for several lifetimes to get close to each other in this life. Why do we still let the pain spread so deeply?

The TV picture of the love entanglement that was once ridiculed and thought would never happen was shown in front of my eyes, but I lost my smile.

The pain is so decisive; the heart is broken into fallen leaves, how can I condense the tears scattered all over the ground?

The breeze embraces Huayin, and the winter snow leads to the auspicious new year. Can this season of Shang Que be exchanged for a good relationship that will never leave her in the next episode?

Listen to the broken sound of a period of time

The flowers of the past have faded, mixed with the sporadic fragrance of the late frost, falling extremely gracefully and gracefully, through the reclining sunset, for a while The enchanting eyes.

The circle repeatedly traced in the palm of your hand is the intersection of past and present lives that you once said. At that time, I stubbornly wandered along the mark deeply and shallowly, eager to reach the end before I reached the end. There will be a pair of warm hands that will lead the confused child away from the decadent and groggy loneliness.

Let the fluttering butterflies break with the flowers

Let the upturned flowers fly away with the wind

You passed by me, intentionally or unintentionally Alienated, the stars are scattered, the old vows are in chaos, I no longer have the courage to reach out and chase you, looking for your retreating figure.

The flames of the past were lit in the ivory tower, and the long-haired princess fled in panic, carrying the fairy tale on her back. The childish graffiti on the drawing board is no longer there, but the name you carved on the yellowed paper corner is still vaguely there, creating an unforgettable disaster in this life.

The evening wind ruffles the fruitless flowers among the thorns, and the sporadic prayers over the years have been sealed in the eternal scroll by the arrogant fleeting time. At the signature, the sad and desolate words make that glance meaningful. The futile wait.

One day, whose world suddenly collapses.

Regarding the so-called retention, you just smiled and said nothing more.

But one day, I suddenly discovered that the season of falling pears and snow is not as intense as in my memory. Occasionally passing by snow-covered withered vines, and a few drops of snow falling in the hair, it is all regarded as Decoration, no longer interested in avoiding anything, cold and wanton, how can it be changed by fear.

Gradually, I became indifferent and forgot the time when the flowers bloomed. People who deliberately hide the traces of certain people and certain things, the passage of time is chaotic, the prosperity is gone, and people who have gone further and further away, will they regret it if they no longer look back? The promise made under ten miles of peach blossoms.

Who will believe that the so-called forever is just the end of the clowns alone. Without the audience, there is no other meaning. The constant warning is just the most ridiculous joke, but I can't help but lose consciousness, unable to resist the remaining tenderness between your brows.

Dancing alone on the stage, the sad tone became abrupt against the sound of the wind blowing outside the window.

The wind determines the direction of the dandelions, and you determine my sadness.

The setting sun disappears hastily, the blue light falls, and dust rises everywhere. Except for the stars like dust at the beginning of the world and the quiet night, how much beauty can be called eternity. The so-called separation, no matter how lingering and lingering, can only turn around. , how difficult it is to disappear into thin air, just say it is gone.

It’s been a hundred years since I looked back.

Things have changed and people have changed, which is just a softening of that bridge.

When the snow is falling, the lone goose has gone, crying sadly, no one feels pity, and the so-called "not abandoning" is nothing. How dare you exaggerate the plots in human nature? They can only be considered complete if they are as chaotic as floating clouds.

Flowers are wrapped around the fingertips, and they will eventually end up as fallen flowers with nowhere to go. How many people can understand the loneliness, joys and sorrows here. The graceful dance, the tears falling in the world, hopelessness embellishes the shallow hope into hopelessness. The loneliness and sadness, the compassion of the next life, turned into a drop of morning dew on the lotus seat that day, waiting quietly for the first touch of the morning sun, and then passed away peacefully.

The breaking of a certain year, a certain month, a certain period of time

The last quarter moon will be found in the twilight

The evening wind tear it apart sadly, and it can no longer be restored Back

In the old days, the scenery was sad

Who lives in the past, homeless