The wind found a home for dandelion, but gave up his happiness.
Under the tree, my hands are shallow, I laugh lightly, and in the breeze, my eyes are tangled and I am drunk with laughter all my life.
Can you see the thoughts floating in tears?
Snowflakes flying all over the sky, like the white feathers of angels, are burning with thoughts.
No matter how warm the tears are, they can't warm the cold heart.
Is it because my call is not deep enough that you won't look back?
Hold my hand tightly and don't let go, because I know that you are afraid to face it alone.
On the river, smoke waves curl, green water canoes, and several heavy mountain curtains;
On the shore, overlooking by a lonely shadow, the eyes are hazy and the boat is beautiful.
Eyebrows lock the bright moon, flutes make the evening breeze, and sparse stars float down.
Drizzle in the distance, wandering in the jungle, encountering under the umbrella, licking your lips to make skirts, the words are already beautiful.
Meet under the moon, brew a glass of moonlight and drink a glass of wine with your heart. What can you ask in your life?
Under the starlight, kiss a drop of silver tears and let it blow, just like a broken poem, vaguely sad, lying in a peach blossom.
After surviving the winter, the seed finally germinated and did not smile at the sun, because he knew that the warmth of the earth was the happiness of his life.
Deep, deep in your eyes, can you find the person you miss deeply?
Although the hero was at the end of the road, he played an elegy with blood and tears, and proudly walked to the road of death, not in vain.
How I want to weave the brightest dream for the stars in the night sky with you.
When the flowers bloom, the stream flows quietly and slowly. You can watch the butterfly dance with a smile and don't ask who Huameng is.
No matter how sad a person is, the world will only look on coldly.
Keep the warmth of the palm of your hand and sing the cold of parting in a low voice.
The flaming sky, the setting sun burns out the sunset glow and shines quietly on your face.
You smile gently, keeping the sunshine warm at dawn.
At the beginning of the storm, I was alone, holding a lonely umbrella and stepping on the red path. I was very sad.
Stop looking and look back. Lights are like flowers and people are like pictures. Where are the lights?
Time is merciful, and acacia has no roots; Your heart is careless, you can't dye the autumn frost in the mirror.
The wind and thunder rise, the pen is shocked, and the dance is danqing!
That year, the forest path struck a chord for the first time, and the wind still remembered the shy smile on the young man's face. And the flowers have forgotten the beautiful smile in the eyes of teenagers.
The wind is moving gently, blowing autumn everywhere.
Our feelings have never been fragile, but they have never been strong.
Whose flute evokes the sadness of passers-by
The blazing fireworks that night were obliterated by the cold heart.
Under the peach tree, flowers float, people are speechless, and they are ashamed first.
The sad songs floating in the wind are so touching.
The sadness in my heart overflowed and flowed out of the corner of my eye.
Heart, really heavy, like a sad and lost star, fell from the sky and turned into a magnificent moment.
Juyan stubbornly refused the love of the waves, but never tasted the tears of the waves.
In the middle of the lake, there is only one leaf, full of worries and the breeze is rippling. Castle Peak, how many Sanskrit sounds?
A pot of tea, a few wisps of incense. Club members, play quietly every day. All the gains and losses in life are in the cup. If you win or lose in life, just make a joke.
1, everything in the past has become a dream of the past, drifting gently with the wind ... suddenly looking back, is that person under the dim light?
The wind is blowing, and I can't hide my infatuation.
3, miss, like a golden hoop! I can't take it off once I put it on ... Now, I beg you, don't repeat my spell. ...
4. What is the temperature of the hug? Asking you in your arms is in your eyes.
No matter how perfect the story is, it will have an ending. If one day our story is over, will you still miss me?
6. Staring into your eyes in the white fog is so unreal and ethereal that I am infatuated but not profane ... It feels like forgetting, hiding in the mysterious white memory bit by bit. ...
7. You made such a beautiful rendering for our meeting, so it's time for me to draw a sad ending for our parting.
8. Everyone takes different roads, and the roads meet. I don't know whether the road has an end or not, and whether there will be another intersection. I can only walk here with you on your way, and I will go my own way slowly.
9. Looking at your happy and sweet appearance from a distance, why do you have to put on a discordant pantomime because of my appearance, as if it had never existed? On rainy days, I walked quietly with my umbrella covered.
10, helpless, you and I can only stand on the balance point of friendship and love.
1 1, I'm just practicing saying goodbye to you.
12, I only hugged your shadow.
13, the so-called tacit understanding is the moment to say goodbye to you. ...
14 We are just dolls of fate. ...
15, the longest. It turns out that we were silent for a minute. ...
16, Murphy, can I really only hold you in my arms in my dreams?
17, wandering in the crowd, I have forgotten what I am looking for.
18, fate is actually a game carefully arranged by fate to play tricks on you and me.
19, I cried to understand how painful it is to laugh at you.
20. In the rainy days in memory, there is no longer a picture of us hugging each other with umbrellas.
2 1, whose thoughts have fallen leaves taken away?
22. Glittering tears fell, breaking the chain called commitment that closely linked you and me, and spilling over the places where we walked hand in hand.
23. It is precisely because of the deep affection for trees that leaves are deeply missed when they are gently blown up by the wind all their lives.
24. On a lonely moonlit night, my heart dances alone.
25, sleepless nights, looking at the sky alone. Clouds are looming, silent swords.
26. Who played the forgotten elegy with her soul in the vicissitudes of life?
Pay tribute to the ancient legend?
Who, on a moonless night, danced the dance steps of his former life with his soul?
A mysterious sacrifice to the end of life?
27. Fireworks are all over the sky, and the cluster that blooms for you is so sad.
28. You and I are like the hour hand and minute hand of time. Driven by the gear of fate, we move forward with time. ...
29. Loneliness poured down, but I was drenched by an umbrella.
30. When you turn around, the past smiles among the flowers.
3 1, put your dribs and drabs into your heart with a pair of most affectionate eyes.
32. Keep your smile in your heart and your intoxicating face in your eyes.
If there is anything I have forgotten, it is because of time.
If I remember one thing, it's because of you.
34. You have a permanent address in your heart, and I will send it to the stationery I have written all my life.
35, your gentle greetings, another nostalgic maple forest.
36. I don't know who wrote the story of the day and pulled down the curtain, but forgot the ending.
37. The road is a dream, in which we wait for flowers to bloom.
38. The mottled shadow is the concern of the tree, which is quietly written down by the earth.
39. If you go against time, will there be another meeting?
40. I don't know if time is too fast or I am too slow. My steps can't keep up with your eternal life.
Don't forget.
1, hold your hand and walk to Whitehead.
Build a paradise for you with tiny starlight.
3, the love for you is too heavy, I have to bear it with my whole heart.
4, even if I can love in a staggered moment, I am willing to travel day and night.
The leaves are falling, so don't forget to dance the last tenderness for the trees in the wind when you leave.
6, my big tree, standing in the autumn wind, leaves yellow, become bookmarks, pressed in the growing pages.
7. At the moment we knew each other's names, our destinies were tied together and never separated.
8. I am alone, with a shadow, until I pass by summer and pass by you.
9. Look at the deep lines in my palm, which is a fleeting time to promise you the future.
10, the moon passed by Polaris, and the tears shed turned into snow.
1 1. How does a snowflake love another snowflake? Bite into ice, don't let her melt, fall to the ground, turn into water, turn into ice, and never separate.
12, flowers bloom on the other side, but the river bridge sighs.
13, make a wish to be with you.
14, the drifting back, depicts my sadness step by step.
15, my love for you is too heavy, and I am not old.
16, before the end of time, my love has come to an end with you.
17, when my love can't hold your hand, what should I use to stop your step?
18, maybe I give you too little love, so my thoughts can't accompany you to the ends of the earth.
19, turn around, can't you feel each other's tears? To say the least, is it really necessary to see you later?
20. Fragments of memory are scattered in the field of time, and we bow our heads one by one.
2 1, sinking into a drop of water, the clear heart is full of cracks.
22. Who left love at the bottom of the water and became a beach green after a thousand years?
23. Looking back and smiling, they made each other's life.
24. Quietly stroking the photo, I suddenly heard the sad cry of promise.
25. The river in the dream sobbed. Who is singing on the shore?
26. When tears flooded my mind, I knew the meaning of snuggling.
27. I wandered around the world, but I couldn't find your paradise.
28. All the clouds suddenly sank to the bottom of the lake, and the world suddenly became silent.
29. The south wind whispered, and the wicker was put into the nest and nurtured for a whole spring.
Our story is as beautiful as a poem.
3 1, moonlight pours on the road like water, but your shadow is not seen.
Silence is my deepest confession.
33. Turn into a little ink and soak the story carved in the Millennium.
34. The stars are shining, telling the sea what the sky is thinking.
35. Even in the darkest and quietest place, there must be a sound.
36. The romance of the sea is the last look of Haitao when he landed.
In the garden of youth, flowers are in full bloom. Close your eyes, I'm afraid every petal is you.
I heard the sound of happiness, so quiet that I dare not disturb it.
39. The fragments of our youth have also turned into glass slag scattered on the road of life in the passage of time, shining from a distance; Picking it up will sting our memory.
40, trekking thousands of miles for you, colorful and fluttering string songs on the road, just like when we first met.
4 1, my sigh shook off in the noise, lost in the falling moonlight.
42. Years are broken like glass, and dreams lead to splendid and beautiful brocade.