Happy in the twilight, and the winter comes without problems, may your world be like a warm sun, bright and not sad
In winter, walking through the ancient road of Yiyi, through the breeze of the years, and stepping on the shore of time, wearing a plain clothes, drifting away, barren the veins of the passing years, and let the old dreams of the mortal world become cold.
Han Meiyiyi, The snow is silent, dancing with ice bones and light shadows, walking through the courtyard and making trees, and pushing the windows to ask the pavilion. It was as if a curtain of dreams were gradually leaving, and it was like a quiet smoke on the Mo.
Standing between the flowers, shadows and flying snow, sparse shadows and dark fragrance, drawing out those thick or light, cold or warm past, in the heavy door of memory, Wandering lonely fleeting years.
Some people say, you have to believe that there is someone in this world waiting for you forever, no matter when, no matter where you are, anyway, you know, there is always such a person.
During a period of snowflakes, how far is the future of the person I am waiting for?
After the lively growth of Yingfeicao, after In the quiet summer when misty rain knocked on the window, and the beauty of Yeran’s green mountains, would he come on foot in the snow, with the fragrance of plum blossoms from a lifetime.
In the wind-rising plain shadows, leaping out, gentle and quiet, with smiles on the brows and eyes; on the plain time terraces, meet lightly.
Perhaps there is a person in this world who In this corner, quietly waiting for you, when the fate comes, you will eventually meet.
Life is long, the years are slender, and the time of loneliness like snow has passed in the four seasons, in the prosperity and decline of the vegetation, and in the light and shadow of the clutch.
I stayed at the intersection of fate, just waiting for a period of dying love, but after the four seasons, I still failed to meet.
In the shallow stream of time, I have seen a flower bloom, waited for a wind to come, drank an old tea, but did not wait for that person .
In the vast night, I have been dyed with a few sorrows; Yushu Qiongzhi, the water sleeve dance is prosperous; The red dust is falling, and the red dust is cold and warm.
The years are waning and the world is desolate. Bring a piece of light sorrow, full sleeves to clear the cold, the whole place to clear the cold, several sorrowful reincarnations, when will the dust settle?
Falling snow is everywhere, the moon shadow has caused a lot of hesitation, the rain brings coldness, time is still, people are missing.
In the back of winter, there is a glorious time; on the road before winter, there is a warmth of prosperity.
I’ve seen Baimeiqianhong. Perhaps the best thing is when it is a prime year brocade. There is not too much temptation and not much desire. I calm down with the passing years and wait for the mountains and rivers with old dreams.
Even if the person I am waiting for does not come to watch the sea with me, I can still use ordinary fireworks to cook lightly.
Even if the snow I am waiting for does not arrive at the appointed time, I still sit alone in the streamer and wash away the lead. .
Li Juan:In the hourglass of time, the flow of fine sand is time. In the faint sandalwood, the curls burned out of time. A cup of tea, from boiling and mellow to ice-cold like water, cooling is also time.
Liuqing will be green tomorrow, but flowers will fall today. Between Shaohua and Hao Shou, is it a long life or a fleeting moment? What are the years? The long is sad, the short is happy.
The moonlight is frosty, the time is lonely, the lonely shadow is cold, where is the dream tonight?
Jianjia Cangcang, who is in time Waterfront, looking across the horizon, Ren Hanlu soaked Luo socks.
The clouds and water are clear and cold, and whoever is in the depths of the bustling, lovesickness and thinness, drink all the vicissitudes of life.
The light is like a dream, even if it is stained by frost , Even if the prosperity is lonely, the grace is dead, even if the heart is snowing, open the window, we can see the pink and willow green, the wind and the warm haze.
Thousands of miles of stratus clouds, thousands of mountains and evening snow, who is the only shadow to go to?
Snow and flying flowers, time is quiet and beautiful , Heavy and frivolous, deep and shallow, passionate and ruthless.
Many people always hate time too fast, meet too late, but they don’t know that in everyone’s youth, they have squandered enthusiasm, they have had deep soul encounters, have promised about An old-fashioned appointment.
In the end, we are all just passers-by on the Mo, we meet sometimes, and we are apart indefinitely.
There is a warm sun in the heart, and flowers are blooming everywhere; the heart is calm, there is always a soft scenery and beautiful feelings.
The passing years are quiet, and the years are promising. I hope some of you understand and some hurt, like the morning breeze in the mountains, like the warm sunshine in the ancient town.
Choose a person to die in old age, with one heart and a white head. May you meet that person, cuddling with each other, and not afraid of passing away.
I hope you can arrange the rest of your life properly so that you will no longer be drifting away and no longer drifting away in the world.
May the rivers and mountains be quiet and beautiful and never separate.
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