1. When people take a cool tea, their thoughts turn into memories ...

2. The years I spent with you seem to have passed away so fast, and I have quietly gone before he can recall these happiness, leaving me alone and tenderly obsessed. You have been walking into my dream silently, as if you were singing and laughing that day, but in the end, you left behind a cold tea, empty people, and cold human feelings. Everything has long been in become memories ...

3. At the vicissitudes of life, it is difficult to resist the loneliness of people walking in tea, but there is nothing to do. Only watching Qian Fan is over, only Wangjiang is full of water, and only drinking wine alone, watching Qiu Feng and Jin Ju gradually slim down.

4. If what I'm waiting for has never come back, or if what I'm talking about is not the original you, then I can definitely leave! Because, people walk tea cool, love has gone.

5. Quietly listen to these understanding and sad rhythms, and slowly understand the meaning of people leaving tea cool. Quietly leaving is the final result. Even if my endless single is circulating, the short story will still stop, and it will be lively and beautiful. After all, it will be a beautiful poetic and false leaving scene. After reading the beautiful classic dialogue, everyone still has to return to the cruel reality.

6. I haven't seen you in the morning and evening, but I want to send you a song, not to talk about people leaving tea!

7. Where is the way out of life? Just like a cantata, the string is broken, and people walk away from the tea and cool down ...

8. A song leaves the song, sings carefree resentment, joys and sorrows, people walk away from the tea and have a few eyebrows and rains. Why do you say that you have never forgotten one world and two hearts? Why do you say "three life partners last forever"?

9. When I was drunk with ci poetry, I was lonely and used to listening to the wind. There were a few old words on my fingertips, which once made my memory faint, softened the clutter, looked at the clouds and the wind lightly, and smiled at the flowers. If you ask about the fate, why is there only the heart in the dream, so that the memories of the past are like the wind, listening to the wind and painting dreams, not talking about people walking away from tea?

1, the wind blows over the dust, and the words on the paper are good. In view of this beautiful drift of life, in fact; I didn't have much control over what happened afterwards. Every time I lost my mind, I would always think in a silent world, and thousands of people would look back intentionally, so I couldn't bear to dream, constantly coping with people's sadness of leaving tea.

11, Haoyue suspension, light wind and wine. In my sleepless dreams, I still remember the past when I was lonely in my dreams. Maybe; There is always someone who once loved me so much. Even if I finally turn around and don't talk about people leaving tea cool, it won't live up to the brilliance of the fireworks at the beginning. I want to love. This is me, the happy past.

12. Years have blown away and become strangers, so old friends are looking for friends to mess around. In the deepest part of virgin blood, the dream song is already a short story, leaving tenderness like water in the air, and it is the fragrance that the fingertips have not gone away. Only the pictures of memory deeply turn the vows of eternal love into sludge, and the vacancy that has been answered will never change. After the memory is prosperous, people will never talk about it.

13. Drunk years have lightly grasped the moment when time has passed away. I love quiet loneliness again and again, and I am used to loneliness. I will always enjoy the otherness of walking side by side with the text in an endless mood, and I can't sort it out. In the bustling wind, I draw an sentence, listen to the wind and dream, and never talk about people walking away.

14. There are flowers in full bloom on the shore, and there are residual stems. In the earthly world, the entanglement is deep and shallow, and how much infatuation is empty, etc. After being hurt, you will understand how to bury a period of deep love in the past, and the desolation often goes away, which is bound to be an emotional passer-by, a swaying ripple, and a silhouette of the picture, listening to the wind and dreaming, not talking about people walking and drinking tea.

15. In the end, people take tea to cool down. Only the brilliant sadness is left to accompany me, and it is really just a beautiful accident that I met you ...

16. The scenery of people walking in the cool tea is like a sad mystery, and the mystery turns into a scattered heartache.

17. Unfinished songs, dreams to be continued, how can you walk alone with tea to cool down?

18. Old friends are looking for ways to make trouble. It's how many people leave with tea, flowers fall into the soul, pieces are broken, dreams are singing and laughing, and the first wife in her life has lost her time and let her old age fade.

19. No matter how tired you are, you can't wait for leisure. After all, tea is cool for people, and tea is cool for people. Lonely leaves fall, candles follow, candles turn to ash, and earthly time is swallowed. People are thin, but they miss their bitter wishes, who will make them mourn the rainy years all their lives.

2. Fate has come to an end. Ten miles of pavilions fold willows and send them away. Songs dance and hate turn to be strong. People walk in tea and return to their dreams.

21. However, the west wind wine urges hundreds of flowers to fall, the plum blossoms are scarce, and the flute and flute are still in my ears. However, the tea is cool and the flute player has gone!

22, loneliness is mixed with mentality, so I feel lonely and cold, but if I can settle down and quietly taste a person's existence, I will feel that even if people leave only themselves after taking tea and cooling, it is simple and real. After all this noise dissipates, there is a transparent calm left, and my heart just begins to wake up. Maybe it will be my original self at that time.

23. Be sad, laugh and laugh, and remove the heavy makeup. The tea terrace is empty, leaving only one person lonely.

24. When people walk away from tea, they are all cool. The lowly coquette sings all kinds of feelings about the warmth and coldness of the world!

25. The road of life is a grand gathering of wind and rain. If it is a luxurious musical, it is certain that people will have a cool tea. Perhaps, the silence of the bustling ending is also a kind of beauty.

26. When the once-in-a-thousand-year romantic wind was burned by people walking away from tea, everyone stood in the beautiful place of the world, and the evening was only translated into a lingering fragrance, showering tang style Song Yu, and once again entered the drizzle yard in the south of the Yangtze River.

27. If you are moved, you won't talk about it. Left, needless to say, who is right and who is wrong, just no regrets. When flowers are in full bloom, don't talk about when they will wither. Falling flowers, needless to say, pity and no pity, just infatuation.

28. After all, I am deeply touched by the sadness of people leaving tea cool, the regret of crying until there is no sound, the pain of screaming, and all kinds of perfect pain, as if I were a lost child, so helpless.

29. The road of life is a lively scene. All marriages in the world are windy and smoky, and a corner of the world is drizzling for half a lifetime. The instant joy, such as lotus blossoms, floats a dream, why bother to persist? The reason is deep and shallow, and people walk in tea and cool, only ordinary.

3. Flowers fall in dreams, and people walk in tea to cool down. Sigh the years, but I don't know how many times I want to dream in my life before I can wait for your lifelong love. Laughing with wine, past injuries are still painful, and past dreams are still hard to let go.

31. Tea will be cold, music will end, and people will disperse. When the tea is cold, it can be renewed, but it is not easy to be the original taste. People walk in the cold tea, and the edge is deep and shallow. Everything that is said will not change, but it hurts to be old.

32. Life is like a journey, and when you walk and sing, when people take tea to cool down, it's just that those who are in pain are hurting themselves, and the wounded are hurting themselves. A lively, a dream mirror, scattered from the fall, the moon is quiet. Beautiful legends generally don't show the results, and the passing back is engraved with eternal impressions. Tianya zhichi, zhichitianya, eventually because of fate.

33. Time flies like water, and the years are silent and smiling. I understand that there is a kind of meeting, which is called a thousand years, a kind of helplessness, a kind of result, a kind of dust fate, and a change of things. Warm and close, happiness is far away, keep a period of time, lock a wisp of miss. Stepping through the loneliness like water, I want to use the most indifferent appearance to mean the years safely.

34. The curtain came to a close when people walked away from tea. I sat alone and remembered the time. I wrote every word, and the writing became a sorrow! So can I forget you without pain and sleep?

35. How many stories are there in the drizzle? In this life, people can't escape from each other. Tonight, when standing in front of the bathroom mirror of life, I can't see the bright color at that time, I only see the dark that has been fragmented.

36. An unfamiliar name, a deception born of love, and finally, because of whose selfishness, violent people leave tea cool. Is your needle the warmest atonement or the gentlest bondage for me?

37. If one day, when I am lying in an armchair listening to these sad little stories, is it myself who is in tears, or who is hard to let go of from beginning to end? The prelude of music, what remains, is only the sigh of people walking in the cool tea!

38. The world of mortals is rolling, and there is a faint drizzle. It is cool for people to walk with tea, but it is sad.

39. I don't know if the hands still turn when the floating dust falls and the lead falls, and whether the imagination is still * * *. Still, everything is like the years when the moon sets and the stars sink, and people go to tea and cool down!

4. After all, the past years will be a memory that can't be returned, but in the end, a helpless person will have a cool tea, and 3D will render a flashy dream, but I stand on the shore and look at the gathering in this life and past lives. I think how to practice will get a full moon with you. What kind of practice is needed to get a scene of life and death on the Sanshengshi.

41. The wind gently blows the leaves, and unconsciously, how much affection is scattered, and how much desolation is rendered in 3D, and a shallow mood is endlessly indulged in my heart. After all, people take a cool tea, close their eyes and miss you, and their hearts are endlessly sad. Perhaps this is fate.

42. The past is like the wind. When people walk away from tea, I miss the most, and my sorrow turns into a half-moon, hanging in the long sky. That wisp of white moonlight, wandering my tender feelings like water and earnest hope.

43. Flowers fall in dreams, and people walk in tea to cool down. Sigh the years, but I don't know how many times I want to dream in my life before I can wait for your lifelong love. Laughing with wine, past injuries are still painful, and past dreams are still hard to let go.

44, the excitement has been ground down for years, and people can't get to know each other when the tea is cool. The past events of the ferry in this life are not over. It is because of fate or robbery that I traveled all over Cang Sang early, listened to the tune of missing, and shed tears twice at a time, which is unforgettable. A thousand turns to prosperity, and the old fate is separated from the world. Ink and wash spend the soul, and the feelings are drunk and broken. I can't bear to wave my sleeves when I leave my wounds. How can I rest when I feel tender and complain about love and hate?

45. Perhaps, after people take a cool tea, they leave and forget.

46. Listen, the black scorpion is shattered. Look, the shadow is far away. Who is waiting for the moment when the prosperity comes to an end? Laughter makes the tea cool, and the dusty woman is alone. Every step is a ruin, and the corners of his mouth are still as gentle as water in the past. Sigh that the red tea you floated on the moonlit night is no longer dancing for me. Cut off the sword that you have been writing on Sansheng stone carving for a long time, and cut the silence of the cold moon!

47. I scattered the smoke, crossed the fetters, and sent you a song, not talking about people leaving tea to cool down.

48. I don't expect that year. Teenagers are frivolous. It's a party, and people take tea to cool off. I only hope that youth will never leave and memory will never die.

49, the geometry of life, but Nan Ke's dream, the passing of water years, is only to commemorate the fading memory. The flowers are defeated, and the tears of acacia and red beans are exhausted; When people walk away from tea, it only turns into frost when it rains.

5. These * * * feelings are still flashing at the moment, but it is not always who is who. From the world, after the prosperity. The charming interface is beautiful again, just for an instant; Good wine is mellow again, only drunk for a while; When the flowers bloom and finally fall; Quietly hold the wishes in your hand, so that your heart will be better. People leave tea cold, but there are some unbearable and painful things in it, but they still say take care of this love freely. The world is so big, there will always be this dry Kun that belongs to you.

51. In the lush mountains with creeping weeds and the banks with gurgling streams, I think that the whole world is beautiful, and after the glory of China, Qian Fan's appearance is exhausted, and people walk on the cool interface of tea, but the past is just like the wind, and the mountains and rivers are silent forever, which can't compare with it. Being a stranger to flowers, I don't want fame, lying quietly in the arms of creeping weeds on the waterfront, or lying quietly in the gap in the corner of green mountains and green waters.

52, the world is noisy, and the hustle and bustle is empty in an instant. Fireworks in the prosperous times are dark and scattered. Just caring for each other, we will no longer ask about the geometric figures of what is going on and what is going on today, and what is going on tomorrow? Read in your heart, read a sentence, people are long, water is always flowing, and this situation is hard to stop. Life is like this, I don't want to do too much long-term thinking.

53. Perhaps, after the end of time, people left tea to cool down, and the fate of dust continued in previous lives.

54. I am a lone swallow, and I can't find my own spring. Those who fly back and forth, but don't come to worry from beginning to end, take a cool tea; I am a touch of moonlight, and I can't wait for the fragrance of morning dew. Falling into the ink city, but ultimately can not escape the lonely hesitation; I am a small snowflake, which is not as fragrant as a poem. Do everything in the world, but you can't cut off the lookout cliff.

55. Over the years, there has been a parting wind and smoke. The brocade is unprovoked, the strings are broken, the moon is far away, and the words are missing. Looking back suddenly, people walk cold with tea, but the road is just like the first time. How wonderful it would be to live in somewhere tomorrow. There is no rush of the past, only a glimpse of ten thousand kinds of customs, only one glance, it has been ten thousand years.

56. If I leave, there will be no future. If you don't leave, you will be in love with each other. Unfinished songs, dreams to be continued, how can you walk alone and have a cool tea?

57. No matter how beautiful the banquet is, people will take tea to cool down. No matter how sad the years are, the clouds will be light after all.

58. I really don't understand it, but I'm looking forward to it so much that my pain will burst. My dissatisfaction, my anger, my sensitivity, my helplessness, my bewilderment and my sadness have become a symphony of development at the intersection. In the end, what we are doing is just a smile with no practical significance, just like a sculptor's knife.

59. Remembering you once is irrelevant. Send you a song, don't talk about people leaving tea cool.

6. People walk away from tea and the dust is settled. They mistake this life for today's world, ups and downs in millions of worlds, and walk alone. Maybe you are an unavoidable robbery in my heart in this life, and your heart ached, but let me still write to you day and night, and carve your most beautiful memories into the most beautiful wounds in my life.

61. After the prosperity, sometimes, do people know that tea is cool? No matter how happy the scenery is, it will disappear with time.

62. All along, I don't understand what kind of characters you have been playing in my life. From that year to now, we have come all the way, from strangers to today's bosom friends. At what rhythm is our love developing? Perhaps the ending of the short story is a cold tea, or my heart is scattered on the cliff, but I still thank you for appearing in the middle of my life with such a warm posture.

63. After thousands of years, the years are still in the endless rivers with its youthful breath. Flowers bloom and fall, time alternates, time is fleeting, flowers are replaced by trees, and the years are always youthful. The myths and legends are interpreted and translated, and the clutch is scattered and gathered one after another, chanting a song.

64. I have always been affectionate, but I have no reason to be shallow. The charming gas field in the past has become uncomfortable and unsightly, and only text is used for heating.